#madwriter223

[artsy-alice]

I love your NHS fan collection comic! Does NHS have several on his person at all times? XD

his qiankun pouch is just bird snacks, some brushes, lip balm, and his fan collection

[slightly-awkward-sunshine]

Your God of Arepo was so beautiful. I cried just as hard as when I'd read the original story. If you ever decide to publish it in physical form, I would absolutely love to buy it. ^_^ (I'm from Poland)

Hello to you in Poland!

Thank you for loving the comic <3 I won't be selling physical copies, but you can download a high-res PDF from my Ko-Fi page <3 (kofi.com/slightlysunny)

[ibijau]

Hello, if you're accepting prompts, could it be possible to request anything Zhusang? Perhaps art, I don't think the pairing has any yet.

I’m so sorry if you were hoping for proper art, I don’t know how to draw anymore

[robininthelabyrinth]

I love your Troika fic! How does the thought/emotion-sharing translate to their didis?

It doesn’t extend beyond the three of them, but there are the obvious side-effects of JGY and NMJ being able to read LWJ’s emotional cues, and of course everyone is infected by NMJ’s tendency to react to NHS’s whining as if it was a one-hit KO to his willpower. 

not that they had much resistance to NHS anyway...

[queenofmoons67]

“I can protect two Huaisangs,” he said. “You don’t have to worry.” Oh my heart! XD So brilliant! Will you be continuing, because I'd love to see everyone's reactions to meeting this older Huaisang. ^_^

i can maybe. be persuaded to write a little more. 😅 i hope you like it!

continued from anchor

Nie Huaisang held himself carefully at his da-ge’s side, fan hiding his own face even as he studied the faces of the people before them and steadfastly ignored his younger self standing on Da-ge’s other side.

Jin Guangshan had been talking for the past fifteen minutes, hands gesticulating every which way, and somehow seemed to think that he was still putting on a carefree display.

Jiang-xiong had been focused at first, but his hand had started to spark after Jin Guangshan hit the ten-minute mark.

Er-ge wasn’t even trying to pretend to listen; his eyes had been focused on the two Nie brothers and Nie Huaisang from the very beginning. And now, as Jin Guangshan veered into talking about Wei-xiong for reasons known only to him, Er-ge stepped forward.

“Forgive me, Jin-zongzhu,” Er-ge said smoothly. “But the Nie Sect has been through quite a lot in the last few hours. Perhaps we can rest on our thoughts and finish up in the morning?”

And just like that, everyone was reminded of the two Nie Huaisangs in the room. Nie Huaisang didn’t blame Er-ge—he’d clearly just been thinking of the Nie brothers—but he would have preferred to go unnoticed for a while longer.

Perhaps forever. He had things to do after all, which would be so much harder to accomplish with the eyes of others on him.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Lan-zongzhu,” Jiang-xiong said.

“Yes; thank you, Xichen,” Da-ge added.

Outvoted, Jin Guangshan forced a smile and saluted them. “In the morning, then.”

Jiang-xiong quickly took his leave, too, but Er-ge stayed.

“Mingjue, Huaisang, and—Huaisang, are you ok?” he asked.

Nie Huaisang raised his fan higher, tapped it to the bridge of his nose, and peered over. “I’m fine,” he said. “Da-ge is the one who had a qi deviation, after all. And… my younger self. Well.” He shrugged and smiled. “He has to deal with me.”

Er-ge looked pained, though Nie Huaisang wasn’t sure why. “You’re sure you’re ok? This must be strange for you.”

Nie Huaisang couldn’t help but let his smile grow, thankful it was hidden behind his fan. “I’ve experienced stranger,” he reassured—though he didn’t mention that that strangeness was caused by his da-ge’s death. While it had come up during his accusations against Jin Guangyao, he hadn’t gone into more detail than required, and he certainly had no intention of discussing it more than necessary.

“Strange how?”

Though of course, Da-ge dived right into the subject. Not that he knew it, and so Nie Huaisang lowered his fan to smile at him.

“It’s not important.” Not anymore, and not to anyone but himself.

“Humor us?” His younger self asked. He had leaned around their da-ge to talk to him, brows furrowed, a frown on his face, and no fan in his hands, and Nie Huaisang found that he could not read the boy he once was. He was no innocent—but he hadn’t been hardened by grief and secrets like Nie Huaisang had been.

Da-ge had already seen Nie Huaisang’s true self, but Er-ge hadn’t. This boy hadn’t.

Nie Huaisang found he had no desire to enlighten them.

“Perhaps in the morning,” he lied, and turned away.

[drwcn]

Hello! I just wanted to know I wrote a little something inspired by one of your posts, the rant about how JGY should've focused on his brother instead of trying to gain his father's approval. Chapter one is up on ao3! It's titled "A Favored Peony", there's a link on my tumblr. I hope you might give it a read. ^_^

Ahhh I’m always up for more Jin siblings stuff. :) Thanks! 

I couldn’t find it on your tumblr but i found it one AO3 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/27740392/chapters/67897831]

[guqin-and-flute]

Your Goose Recesses fic is amazing! I nearly died from laughing so hard! Please tell me the goose takes one look at Lan Wangji and his flowy robes and decides that it's going to nest on him and nothing can stop it. XD

Ah, thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it 😂

The goose sees Lan Wangji and decided that this human is the most beautiful goose-human he has ever seen in its and they are now goose-married. Used to being pursued by an agent of chaos, Lan Wangji hardly notices a difference.

[golyadkin]

I loved your Kyphosis comic. We found out about mine when I was sixteen and one evening I lay down and could not get up for several hours from the pain. I've seen so little about it around, it feels like a treat to find something this awesome. ^_^

Thank you! I’m glad you liked it 💚