#ruosang for @Meirun5
The Whump Wheel chose... Mind Control! (man, these keep being creepily on the nose)
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The Undying Sun slowly paced around the small figure writhing against the bonds holding him up and the collar that was sealing itself to his skin.
Stopping, he reached
out and pressed his fingertips to the large jade centerpiece of it, activating the small array carved into the stone.
"I hate seeing you in such misery, little bird," he crooned soothingly in response to the gag-muffled screech the second half of the spell drew from his victim.
"But you've forced my hand. If you can't behave on your own, then you need... *help.*"
With one final lash of spiritual power, the struggling body went limp against the bindings and all of the talismans and arrays went dark.
All except for the one in the jade piece.
With gentle, careful motions, Wen Ruohan undid the gag and kneaded the hinge of his captive's jaw to ease the cloth from between his teeth.
He was pleased when the boy attempted to nuzzle into his hand for comfort, and that satisfaction only grew when he lifted the boy's chin
and found pale green irises glowing in the same manner as the collar's jade. "There we go. Will you behave for me now, little bird?"
"Yes, my lord," Nie Huaisang murmured, voice crackling a little from where he had nearly destroyed it screaming.
"Good," Wen Ruohan purred.
"Very good."
In one smooth sweep, he severed the bindings and caught Nie Huaisang in his arms, carrying him with ease.
"A little time to rest and heal, and then I will send you hunting."
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I have no idea what the ship tag for this is, but Zhuzhi-lang/Huaisang for @solacegrief
The Whump Wheel chose... Poisoning! (hand to god i shit you not)
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The snake yao was bigger than him, but also more slow moving and much dumber. Once Zhuzhi-lang had finished biting it
full of holes and then tearing it to fine shreds, he abandoned the corpse and rushed back over to the human curled up on the ground.
Nie Huaisang's breathing had started to turn into shallow, desperate gulps for air and sweat was pouring from his skin even as he shivered.
The area around his neck and shoulder had turned a disgusting purple-green-black color with spreading threads of black where the venom had leeched under his skin.
Seeing it, Zhuzhi-lang momentarily wished he'd made the yao suffer longer. But no, that would have cut the time they
#sangyu for @TheLadyLudovica
The Whump Wheel chose... Migraine!
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Though he still had to keep quiet enough not to draw attention to himself, Mo Xuanyu made his way through the halls as quickly as he could.
Even though Nie-xiong always forgave him when it happened, he *hated*
it whenever his... his *"lessons"* made him late for their usual appointment for tea.
And it wasn't just for the fact that meeting with Nie-xiong meant much more food than he usually got for a meal. He genuinely adored Nie-xiong's company, and Nie-xiong genuinely seemed to like
him as well.
*Him!*
Red-faced, and not just from having to cross the grounds of Koi-tower so quickly, he skidded to a halt in front of Nie-xiong's guest room and knocked.
"Come in," came the reply from inside.
Nie-xiong's voice sounded weirdly thin and exhausted, and
#zhansang/#wangsang for @onlydinnerfor2
The Whump Wheel chose... Deafening!
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Even at the distance he'd been standing, the shockwave of the blast had been enough to nearly knock him off his feet. As he regained his balance and looked around at the smoke and debris and wounded
and disoriented cultivators picking themselves up off the ground, he felt his stomach start to sink.
Nie Huaisang had been much closer to the center of the explosion, almost enough to take it point blank.
Where-
Using some spiritual power to help clear the smoke, he inhaled
sharply through his teeth when he saw Nie Huaisang -disheveled, filthy, and clearly injured, but *alive*- struggling to push himself into a sitting position.
He didn't remember even crossing the room. One moment he had spotted his sometimes-partner, the next he was gripping a
#sangcheng for @mirellasnape
The Whump Wheel chose... Burned!
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The plan had seemed sound when it was made.
The younger disciples would use flares to drive the creature into the clearing where he and the older disciples were waiting, and then he would use Zidian to snare
it so the disciples would have an easier time to kill it.
And, at first, everything had gone as expected.
What they hadn't been expecting was how much the creature could still thrash even in Zidian's coils.
What they hadn't been expecting was that one of the juniors would
attempt to help kill it faster by flinging one of the unused flares at it.
And what they *definitely* hadn't expected was that the combination of the two would send the lit flare directly at *Nie Huaisang*, who had attempted to dodge it only to be struck in the back, igniting
While the Nie sect heir was just as prone to chasing birds and finding interesting spots to paint in Koi Tower as he was at home, Jin Guangyao was... concerned.
There had been *certain things* said during dinner that had his well-honed instincts on alert.
Pressing his mouth into a thin line, he set off to check the usual places.
When he spotted familiar green and gold robes near the lotus pond his brother had built for Jiang-guaniang,
he almost let out a sigh of relief-
-and then he realized something was very off.
Nie Huaisang was slumped against the back of the bench, his arms folded against his stomach and his knees drawn up. As Jin Guangyao got closer, he could see the other young man was shivering
#sangyaoFES thread fic time!
Note: I have a vague outline but I'm mostly making this up as I go, so it'll get posted in chunks.
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Considering it was both his first public appearance since the funer- *his ascension*, **and** the first inter-sect conference since the same,
Nie Huaisang was holding up surprisingly well under the scrutiny of the other sects. He was still pale and underweight from his period of mourning and he seemed to still be somewhat mentally distant -never *quite* looking *at* anyone, just the space they were occupying-
but he had participated in all the formal introductions and the gift-giving to the hosting Jin sect and even the required toasts near-flawlessly.
After months of checking in on his mental and emotional state, it seemed Jin Guangyao had been overly concerned.