today's thought is omega wwx defying the odds and becoming a...

so imagine his stress when he's tasked with caring for emperor lwj's concubines and maximizing the chances of an heir.
wwx suspects something is up with the emperor.
wwx is at his wit's end. he has put these poor concubines on every kind of bitter fertility medicine, with no results.
soooo obviously the solution is to secretly switch spots with a concubine in the carriage that brings the emperor's choice of nightly companion to his palace.
more tests are needed—and, ideally, samples.
instead, lwj asks wwx what he does and what it is that he wants.
"Oh, I was just checking up on you," wwx grins. "Gotta make sure your imperial body is healthy too."
"I know." wwx kicks at a pebble. "But I was sort of hoping for some… samples?"
"Samples," lwj deadpans.
"You know… blood, hair, urine…" he waves his hand. "Could I cut a chunk out of you?"
as wwx copies, lwj does some investigation and hears about the good that wwx has done—along with rumors of his shady past.
lwj lifts wwx's punishment and summons wwx to his rooms.
"You said you needed samples?" he asks.
"Samples," lwj says, "like blood and hair?"
"Among other things," wwx says. "But it would be a good start."
lwj nods, draws a knife, and neatly cuts into his forearm. blood drips into a small bowl.
"Go," lwj orders, handing the napkin and the bowl to wwx.
wwx nearly forgets to bow in his eagerness to take the blood and hair.
more samples are needed.
"You say I am in good health," he argues. "Must you examine more?"
"You are healthy Your concubines are healthy. The issue must be more specific," wwx says. "I think maybe a sample from the… source, might be best."
wwx nods, completely unfazed. "Perhaps you are infertile, Your Majesty."
lwj's ears go so red that they look like they might catch on fire. "I am not."
"There's no shame in that," wwx says. "Sometimes it's just how things are."
wwx shrugs. "We don't know for sure unless I can get a sample."
lwj glares silently down at him. wwx blinks expectantly up at him.
"Fine," lwj finally says after a very long time. he sounds defeated.
when he returns, he holds a cylindrical device. lwj eyes it with open distrust.
"Here you go." wwx plops the device unceremoniously in lwj's hand. "Now go and just… imagine your favorite concubine."
"Hopefully you don't need instruction on how to use it?" wwx asks.
"I have never seen such an…" lwj slowly places the device down on a table, "… artifact."
"I modeled it after what they use for horses," wwx says.
"You know, horses," wwx says with zero trace of shame. "Like if you have a stallion that wins you many races or is courageous in battle and you'd like many foals out of him…"
"I'm not a stallion," lwj snaps.
wwx shrugs doubtfully. "I mean, you kinda…"