#fafa's answers

[fafameow]

could you draw Anxiety crying and Joy comfort her?

yeah sure ^^

[pest-icide]

fafa attack. fafa is just There. Ominously.

Get that glorified annoying orange replica away from me.

[therukurals]

tham;:k yo:;;;u so m;;;uch for($_! your service;;:

YOU'RE WELCOME! I DO IT FOR US!!!

[kinopio-writes]

A/N: Decided to answer these two in one go. Screenshotted, lol. 3rd POV and the reader is referred to as they/it like last time. Also, I’m gonna be honest with you, after the last Adam post, I started to find his relationship with Sera and Lute intriguing. They both make an appearance (separately).

I just found out. Apparently, Sera and Emily are sisters (just with huge age gaps)? Well, I never viewed them as actual mother and daughter, but I was leaning more towards motherly-figure Sera. Kept it vague.

Words: 1,404 (not including the bullet points)

Warnings: Swearing (surprisingly not as vulgar as pt.1)

———

More Adam w/ a Child!Reader

• to solidify my statement that Adam wouldn’t just give the child away to someone else—along with the points I said in the previous Adam post—is because he didn’t want to seem incapable and, God forbid, ask for help?

• uh-uh. No way

• also, I don’t really see their first word being “papa”

• because of Adam, the kid cursing as their first word seems pretty on-brand

• not to mention that I don’t think they were with many people other than Adam, Lute, possibly Sera, and maybe his friends, too

• if he even has any

• and this isn’t even slander (when Charlie said, haven’t you had a night of drinking with friends after a rough night, he neither confirmed nor denied it. Not exactly the most reliable proof, but I take whatever I get)

• so, yeah, they were stuck with Adam’s vocabulary, unfortunately

• but for the sake of it, I’ll do “papa” as their first word (“fafa”, actually. You’ll get it when you read it)

Also, uh, heavily focused on Adam. Again. I mean, you can’t really do much with a child!reader in regards to personality, so.

———

Adam sat comfortably on his chair outside his balcony, his hand carrying Adam Jr. while the other was mindlessly plucking at his wings’ loose feathers. He would let them fall onto the floor after collecting a pile of them on his lap, finding that to be the only source of entertainment he could do without his kid crying.

Before he was going to push his feathers off his lap, a gust of wind blew them off for him and they flew over the edge of his balcony. All of his previous feathers slipped through the railing’s gaps as well.

His hand lingered mid-air as he looked up to see Sera land next to him. “Holy shit.” He instantly became more animated, a grin forming on his face as he stood up. “Y’know, I keep forgetting that anyone can just waltz in here.”

“Good evening to you, too, Adam.”

He bit back from replying rudely, instead choosing to place his hand on his hip while he held Adam Jr. closer to him. “Yeah, whatever.”

Sera then went on to dramatically stare down at the scenery above the city of Heaven, hands folded in front of her as Adam waited for her to say something. He got impatient after a few seconds.

“What’s up your ass?”

She turned her head to face him and furrowed her brows. He only rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching downward into a grimace as he slightly turned his head away from the head seraphim. Her attention was instantly directed to the baby in his arms. “Do you mind if I hold it?”

Adam jerked back at the sudden ask. “Uh, weird request…but you do you.” When he didn’t attempt to move, Sera leaned down and took the sleeping child from his secured arms, standing back to her height as she observed their peaceful slumber.

Quite a surprise, frankly. She didn’t think Adam was capable of handling something so fragile as life for more than a day, let alone a whole year.

The feeling of a baby in her arms made her reminisce about the time when Emily was just as little.

“The concept of birth is astonishing…”

“ʼKay…?”

“Having a child is one of God’s greatest blessings...”

“Uh-huh.”

“You must be very proud…”

“Uh, yeah…sure…”

“It even has your wings.”

“Y’know, this is starting to feel a little one-sided right now.”

“What I’m trying to say is—” Sera seemed to have gotten out of her sentimental trance and narrowed her eyes at the man below her, “—you are fortunate to have this child, Adam.” She slowly returned the child to its father and watched as Adam held them back securely in his arms. “Children grow up faster than you think. Spend your time wisely. It’s not as if you’ll get any older yourself.”

“Mhm, yeah, got it.” The seraphim only hardened her gaze. “Okay! Fatherhood is the best thing ever, time is faster than the speed of light blah blah blah.” He swayed his head from side to side to emphasize each word, shoulders slumped. “Sheesh. Don’t have to be so sensitive over a kid that isn’t yours.”

Sera tightly shut her already parted lips and deeply breathed out through her nose, turning her back on the man and pushing the hair that strayed on her face. She didn’t say anything more and simply stared at the view on his balcony again.

Adam only raised a brow at her unusual behavior.

“So, not that I care or anything, or about your weird touchy-feely icky vibes, but you never told me why you’re here, so, if you could just tell me what I need to know and leave, that’ll be really great—”

“Adam.”

“Okay. Fine.” He held up a hand and lifted his shoulders. “Wallow in your melancholic—whatever this is. It totes ruined my vibes. I’mma dip.” Adam flapped his wings to get himself on the railings as the head seraphim watched him gently fly down with his child.

Sera speculated he would most likely come back after ten minutes. That would hopefully be enough time for her to have a composed mind to have a discussion with the first man.

———

“Say, ‘fuck’.”

He was told that it was smart to teach his kid how to start speaking at this age with pictures and shit. Adam, however, went with his method and sat Adam Jr. and himself on the carpet floor, repeatedly saying what he wanted it to say. He’d been like this for half an hour.

“Fafa!”

He blinked.

“That’s not what I fucking wanted you to say, but, close enough.” He shrugged. “Now say, ‘di—”

•••

It was only after Lute came over that he realized what his kid just said.

“Yeah, so my kid just called me his dad. First words,” Adam spoke with drawled-out speech, inspecting his lack of nails. “Pretty dope,” he accentuated the ‘p’ in ‘dope’

“That’s not what we were talking about, Sir.” Lute had her hands on the edge of the table as they both sat on the carpet floor.

“Uh, does it look like I care?” He had his kid on his lap, playing with it by holding its hands in his and making them punch thin air. “ʼSides, we still have a week to finish this shit.”

Lute only deadpanned at her leader going off-topic to talk about his kid but said nothing more, deciding it was best to let him run out of things to say so they could get some work done without interruption.

———

“Yeah, you little piece of shit, slash ʼem!” Adam’s maniacal and obnoxious laughter bounced around his living room space as Adam Jr. punctured the heads of hand-made figures of sinners with their fake angelic spear (he couldn’t get a real one, unfortunately. They’re only obtainable during the extermination).

Lute happened to walk in on the scene. Adam always left his balcony door open. His neighbors, despite being come-and-goers, continually complained about his loud guitar sequences. He always responded with something about how he was being generous and that they should be happy—heck, blessed that they were getting a free concert without having to pay.

He hasn’t had those arguments lately, though.

She observed him sitting on the cardboard-littered floor with his HolyPhone in hand, assumably recording his child slaughtering the wretched sinners.

He had the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his mask.

“Sir, what are you doing?”

“AH!” he released a guttural yell as he snapped his head over to the source of the voice. “Jeez, Lute—what does it look like I’m doing?”

The lieutenant immediately answered, “Playing with your offspring, Sir.”

“I’m not playing! I had tons of cardboard lying around from my fan mail, and throwing them all away’s a bother.” he defensively retorted. “And, ew, don’t call it offspring. It’s Adam Jr. now. Check it.” Adam clumsily messed with his phone, muttering curses until he found the video he was looking for in his endless album of blurry photos. He showed the screen to Lute, not realizing it wasn’t even playing. “This kid will grow up to be such a badass!”

“But it isn’t meant to be an exterminator, Sir.”

“Uh, so what?” He placed his hands on his hips.

Lute missed a beat when countering, “Sera won’t allow it.”

“Pftt, what? No.” Adam refuted with a wave of his hand. “She so would. I have the proof.” He lifted his phone and shook it for emphasis. “And it’s my extermination, so I do whatever the fuck I want.”

Lute turned her head away momentarily before perking back up. “When it grows up eventually, it’s a possibility.”

“Ah, what? I can’t wait that loooong,” he whined, slumping onto the floor. “Bummer. I mean, imagine a tiny cunt-born exorcist! How cool is that? The first in history!”

She nodded. “With it under your wing, I know that it can learn our ways just as quickly as we slaughter those wretched sinners.”

Adam tapped a finger on his chin, face scrunched in thought before he placed his hands on his hips as he kneeled on the floor. “Hmm, yeah.” He spread out his wings, too lazy to stand up on his own two feet. He then plucked Adam Jr. from the floor by their armpits, deciding to bring them along without much thought. “Let’s go pitch the idea to Sera. And let’s get takeout on the way.”

“Right beside you, Sir.”

[lazycranberrydoodles]

can i ask, do you know why they're called beefleaf?? i've scrolled and scrolled through their tag but never seen anyone explain it. while i'm here, do you also happen to know why people call hc fafa too? sorry i'm in your askbox interrogating you. i also love your art, thank you for being the biggest brain around - that one art of xie lian with the tag meta about horniness and worship being inextricably linked for hua cheng is one of my favorites

your fatal mistake, anon, was that you didn't google your question -- the answers pop right up /lh. "fafa" is a nickname based off the cantonese for the "hua" character (explained here) and "beefleaf" is from when @cucumberbros on twt used "🍖🍃" to signify the ship (reddit post (spoilers!) and tweet by OP).

thank you!!! one of my fave aspects of hua cheng is that he has like, zero compartmentalization when it comes to xie lian. he not only lives for xie lian, but earnestly infuses every area of his life with religion. xie lian is his art, his ambition, his anger, his love, his sin, his value, his pain, his joy, his foundation, his goal, etc., etc. all of that gets fed back into his worship.

what a silly guy.

[yilingbaby]

Who are your favorite characters from any Danmei series? Do you have any favorite ships?

THIS IS LIKE THE MOST DIFFICULT QUESTION TO ANSWER BESTIE😭😭😭✋🏻✋🏻

I will go on anyway, in no order here’s a list of absolute favs :

1. WANGXIAN : Wei Ying and Lan Wangji will always hold a special place in my heart. They are the first danmei characters I ever laid my eyes on and worshipped. I have also made a LWJ portrait lol.

2. CHANGGU : I love Gu Yun to death I will take and give up lives for him you CANNOT comprehend just how much I am ensnared by him. Chang Geng is for sure one of the most well written characters ever, it’s impossible to not love him in the earnest, I LOVE HIM TO DEATH.

3. HUALIAN : Please I have cried so much for them. MY LITTLE SHINY BEAUTIFUL FAFA AND SOFTEST COTTON CANDY XIE LIAN I WILL PROTECT THEM WITH MY LIFE LIKE THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

[abilai]

i hope this isnt a dumb question but i'm currently reading tgcf eng. translation (love ur art btw!!) and im on book 5 but im wondering where the nickname 'fafa' comes from for hc? i havent seen it in the books and just wanna know the origin!! thanks in advance if u can answer🫶🫶🫶

Hiiii! I actually learned this like 2 years ago but!!!! In Cantonese fa is flower and you know… Hua Cheng’s name being literally flower (Hua) city (Cheng)

Fafa!!!

[seedofjoseph]

broken cycle

Fandom: Far Cry: New Dawn

Relationship(s): Joseph Seed x F!Judge; Polyseed feat. F!Judge Rating: T (teen and up) Words: 950 Warning(s): child endangerment; domestic violence; pregnancy; polyamory Author's note: This newest episode of my FC:ND AU is darker than the other two. Check them out after this as a pallet cleanser: link & link

"Good morning, my love."

As you awake to witness a sunlit scene, another one replays itself in the darkness at the back of your mind.

It took place in the middle of the night, but you were awake for it. It wasn't hunger that had woken you up since you were the one who was spared from starvation. And it wasn't the baby tossing and turning in your belly either, since they fell asleep inside you.

It was their father singing to their older brother.

"Father," Faith's voice didn't come from beside you. It came from the edge of the cot, next to the crib, and beside the Father and his firstborn son. "He needs to sleep. You need to sleep, too."

"I need to pray," he spoke softly, his head low and leaning against the smaller one. "We both do," he cradled the child that much closer. "And we need to hear God's answer."

"Fafa," you hear your son fussing, and even make out his frustration through the fog of sleep.

"Father," Faith pressed, her body smothered against his side and her hand slowly snaking up his arm and below the child's head. "Give him to me."

"The Lord giveth," he pulled away from her embrace, pushing the small body into his wide chest. "And the Lord taketh away."

"No," you shot up, startling Jacob from his slumber and slipping from under his protective arm. "No," you raised to a sitting position, pleading with him. "Please, Father," you pulled yourself from under the covers, but couldn't push off the protective arm wrapped around your belly.

"What's wrong, honey?"

His warm, worn voice couldn't calm any of your nerves. Every single one of your senses was alert.

"Please, Father," you hear Faith echo you. You even see her mirror you, arms outstretched towards the small squirming bundle smothered into his skin. "Give him to me, and let's go back to sleep."

"Yes," John's groaned, voice groggy and eyes half-lidded as he gazed over Jacob's shoulder. "Let's all go back to sleep."

"Famine will wake us up again," the Father's voice was as clear as it was cold. "And pestilence will put us back to sleep. God's voice was clear as He spoke to me. I asked and He answered with an ask of His own."

"Fah-fah," the child cried, uncomfortable in his own father's caress.

"No," you fought against the firm arm holding you back. "No. Not him. Not our son."

"What?" John jostled awake. "Darling, what are you-"

"God can't have our son," you bared your teeth, throwing yourself towards the Father, and almost fell forward off of the cot and onto the ground.

You were fast, but Jacob was faster. "You tryin' to get yourself hurt?" He wrapped both his arms around your body and brought it back against his chest.

"He's hurting him," you cry out, clawing at his scarred skin. "He's hurting my baby!"

"Please," Faith raised her pitch, pulling at another set of arms.

She did succeed in unwrapping one of the Father's arms from around his son, but it was the same one he raised against her. And, while he never used it to strike her down, she crumbled to the ground in a crying fit at the sight of it.

"Pleaaase!"

"Joseph?" Jacob breathed out.

"Joseph!" John bellowed out. "Let him go!" He haulted himself over both of your bodies. "Let go of my son!" He raised his own arm, but he didn't hold it over his brother: he brought it down on him.

And he must've hit the side of his head, possibly his eat, because he lost his balance, but you couldn't be sure. John was like a forest fire in his wrath, and your tear-filled eyes couldn't make out which man it was who caught the child. Thought your ears did pick up his voice.

"I got you," John soothed your son. "Dada's got you."

"Dada," your son sniffled.

"It's alright, angel," Jacob petted you down through your palpitations. "He's alright."

"What's God's plan now, Joseph?" He spit at the silhouette that curled in on itself where it had collapsed on the ground. And, after carefully placing the child in the arms of the other silhouette who was now standing, he bent down towards the first one: "Won't you update the rest of us sinners?"

"Oh, thank God," you sighed in relief when Faith brought your baby back to you in one piece.

"Don't thank Him just yet," John turned towards the cot, chuckling. "Don't you wanna hear what His mouthpiece has to say first?" He smirked, but there was no mirth in it.

Jacob rose to a sitting position "Where you goin'?"

You craned your neck toward the hut entrance. "Father?"

A silhouette in the moonlight slumped over in shame, was the last you saw of him that night. And every other night until the moon filled up again. Until he found the Apple Tree and brought a crate full of hope back to New Eden.

Today, you wake up to his silhouette outlined by the sunlight, to a father wishing his baby daughter a good morning.

"Fah-fah."

"Good morning, my love. Are you hungry?"

"Faddah," the second, smaller silhouette speaks up. "Appo? Baby wan appo?"

"No, my son," he crouches over the crib where a small chubby hand is offering a big juicy apple. "She can't have it yet," he points at the baby's little lips. "She hasn't grown in all her teeth."

"Teet," he giggles, now grabbing the apple with both palms. His grin revealed two rows of milk teeth that he already sunk into the skin of the fruit.

"Fah-fah," your daughter demands his attention be back on her already, snatching up his big beard in a small fist.

"Yes, my love?" He turns his head as if she actually had the power to hurt him. "You wanted to see me?"

Your son's giggles got louder, and his father's smile got wider, while your heart swelled up with hope.

[echochqmber]

hi my love! <3 been thinking about you todayy 💜 here's a totally random question which i'm just curious about, what do you think is the most uncommon rarepair that you're a fan of?

asdfghjkl HELLO MY DARLING DEAREST!!!

my answer to your question veers into dd!dne territory (obsession, potential noncon), so i'm putting it below a "read more". but hbu nonny? what's your rarest pair?

i do adore the angst potential in hua cheng/jun wu, but i wouldn't say i ship them. i definitely wouldn't want them to actually BE together, and i would see it as more one sided obsession than anything else.

people ship junlian, but honestly, i think jun wu sees xie lian more as an extension of himself. and by that logic, hua cheng would be the thing jun wu never got to have: someone who stood by his side unconditionally. i think exploring the projection there could make for some fascinating storytelling.

(and then, of course, we would get to see xie lian comforting fafa after that fucked up experience)

[supitzjeed]

Spanish or Deutsch?

Hi,

gue mau share sambil nunggu bluetooth audio german selesai, barusan baca di quora ada pertanyaan:

Which language is best to learn, German or Spanish?

Someone answered (https://qr.ae/pKvGbd) Spanish. Dan baca beberapa jawaban orang lain kebanyakan jawab Spanish.

Personally I strongly agree with that. Di luar jawabannya dan gue pernah belajar A1 Spanish dan German sampai level B1. Gue punya beberapa jawaban.

Belajar bahasa Spanyol waktu itu belajarnya online karena lagi COVID. Ambil course 3bulan deh kalo gasalah untuk ambil A1. Super fun dan gurunya baik banget. Nama gurunya Profe Fafa. Jujur karena gapernah dilatih, udah lupa. Tapi sepanjang belajar, bisa dibilang mudah, ya ada sulitnya pasti wkwkwk Spanish barangnya punya artikel: el dan la which are masculine and feminine only, paling ya los dan las buat pluralnya. Cara bacanya agak beda tapi gak begitu sulit kayak French. Dan bahasa Spanyol banyak digunain di berbagai negara. Jadi sering nonton ada yang ngomong Spanyol jadi tau. Pas sambil nonton La Casa De Papel (Money Heist) seneng banget pas nonton hahaha. Dan kalau kata Profe Fafa, belajar bahas Spanyol itu enak kalau di Spanyol. Mereka sangat terbuka kalau kita lagi belajar dan bisa sedikit-sedikit. Bisa bahasa mereka aja walau sedikit, mereka respect banget ke kita. Penggunaan bahasa Spanyol lebih banyak dan entah kenapa lebih mudah asal bisa terus latihan.

Nah belajar bahasa German di les yang intensive kayak lagi sekolah, course 6 bulan dan ambil B1. Dulu pas SMA pernah belajar Jerman tapi bobrok banget emang dulu, apalagi gaada keinginan belajarnya. Remed mulu. Alhamdulillah di tempat les malah lulus mulu hahaha. Deutsch punya 3 artikel yaitu der (masculine), das (neutral), dan die (feminine). Artikelnya punya banyak perubahan sesuai keadaan, bahkan saat subjek bergerak atau tidak. Tapi memang tidak akan merubah arti. Penggunaan bahasa Jerman hanya akan dipakai di negara Jerman itu sendiri, Austria, dan Switzerland. Orang Jerman akan lebih suka ketika kita sudah jago berbahasanya walaupun mereka cukup terbuka ketika kita bicara bahasa Inggris. Orang Jerman berbicara cukup cepat hahaha.

Kalau lebih sulit menurut gue belajar bahasa Jerman lebih sulit. Bahasanya pun sangat baku. Secara cara baca kurang lebih sama. Bahasa Jerman melafalkan huruf s jadi z dan z menjadi s. Bahasa Spanyol melafalkan huruf ll jadi y, contoh nama penyanyi Camila Cabello menjadi /Kabeyo/. Huruf mereka mirip kayak bahasa Indonesia kalau dibaca.

Dua-duanya cukup menarik untuk dipelajari dan bisa lebih mudah dipelajari kalau bisa bahasa Inggris. Kalau secara literal dan sejarah kurang tau ya. Ini hanya dari sudut pandang gue secara pengalaman belajar.

Tapi mudah-mudahan bisa cepet lulus alle Module Deutsch B1 yaa dan kedepannya bisa belajar lagi Spanish kalo bisa sampe A2 atau bahkan B1 hehehe

Ciao and Tschuss!!!

[lemonade-of-gods]

TGCF fandom- for the Ask Game

The first character I first fell in love with: Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Jun Wu. God he's a bastard, but writing him is so fun. Yes bastard man, go and do bastardy things so that I can kick your ass later. I prefer Jiggy to him but he still has a special place in my heart jdshfghsd

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: It's not that I hate him, but I can't bring myself to love Mu Qing as much as everyone does. Western fans kinda go overboard in their Mu Qing defense (which is the direct opposite with Jiang Cheng lmao) and I'm sorry but Mu Qing is not the "eat-the-rich" guy you think he is.

Doesn't mean that I hate him tho. I think witnessing the hualian statues fuck in his backyard is enough punishment lmao

The character I love that everyone else hates: ... TOUGH QUESTION BECAUSE I DON'T THINK THE FANDOM ACTUALLY HATES ANYONE??? (mdzs on the other hand... I HAS OPINIONS)

I do hate the dumbass take that Hua Cheng is a creepy stalker because of the thousand statues and the papapa fanart of dianxia though (for example, in hinduism the linga (representing Shiva) is legit a symbol of Lord Shiva's phallus entering Parvati's womb (the disk the linga is placed on, aka the Yoni) + various real life poets have thirsted on paper for our gods. I assure you, this is not the creepiness you think it is)

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I like Mei Nianqing, but dude is horrible to Mu QIng. That insecurity did not come from nowhere (honestly, there's no character that I don't love anymore, they're all okay to me)

The character I would totally smooch: Pei Ming sir I am hoe for u (u and Yushi Huang, my favourite threesome!)

(... of gods on a mission. Whatchu looking at me for?)

The character I’d want to be like: Yushi Huang. She's the one goddess that's practically untouchable + she does her own thing and no one disturbs her and everyone else is happy. I am very okay being a rain master lol.

The character I’d slap: Look, I think Book 4 Mu Qing should be slapped once to understand that STANDING AROUND WATCHING YOUR FRIEND BE BULLIED INSTEAD OF DOING SOMETHING, ANYTHING IS BAD. SUPER BAD. YOU'VE BEEN IN THAT POSITION, YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE. BRO.

A pairing that I love: Hualian, Junmei, Beefleaf...

A pairing that I despise: For some reason I've never gotten on board with PeiShui. And anything that pairs hualian with other people is not up my alley, sowwy

[fafameow]

if you’re still taking requests, maybe some traitor Magolor? I love his design!

sure!

i do like traitor mag's design, although it always reminded me of a genie lmao

[hualianff]

YSH and HC step-siblings agenda.

Abandoned in his run-down home by his family, nine-year-old HC is deposited into a small, dingy orphanage. HC is bullied for his small size, his limited ability to speak or understand language, and most prominently, his mismatched eyes.

One of HC’s eyes is a light, periwinkle hue while the other borders on the shade of blood. Children are quick to spread the rumor that HC is a child of the devil, no wonder he ended up as an unwanted orphan. While the orphanage was overall decently ran, all the other children were always quite hostile to HC.

Therefore, he doesn’t have many fond memories of that time.

Three years later, YSH’s parents sit HC down and ask if he would like to be adopted into their family. As longtime volunteers and behind-the-scenes donors, YSH’s parents had watched over HC for a few years and were hopeful HC would consider their offer. YSH, four years HC’s senior, had also played with HC on numerous occasions when no one else would - after HC’s only friend had been adopted themself.

Wanting to leave the orphanage as soon as possible, HC decided to trust YSH and her family. It was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.

YSH’s parents treated HC like their own. They gave him time and space to adjust. They listened to anything he had to say, whether it was about a new movie he wanted to see or some drawings he shyly wanted to show. They fed him dishes they remembered to be his favorites.

They love him in a way HC would never have experienced with his birth parents.

Furthermore, YSH absolutely adores HC. They are siblings who didn’t grow up competing for their parents’ attention. YSH constantly reassures HC that they are forever family now, and their home is a safe space for HC to express himself. HC subtly reminds his jiejie to remember that she deserves just as much grace and compassion she affords others - to not be too hard on herself.

After working throughout and after high school, and receiving numerous scholarships, twenty-year-old YSH finally goes to college. She pays for most of the expenses herself, and studies both environmental science and public health. YSH attends a uni close to home in their small town, so she visits home relatively often.

After her second year, however, YSH comes back for the holidays and realizes seventeen-year-old HC had grown like a motherfucking TREE. Hell, HC is now the tallest person in their household-

YSH at first is like, “this brat decided to leave me behind I see” but then she sees how useful having a light pole for a brother can be.

YSH in their home kitchen, calling HC’s phone…

HC: “…jiejie, we’re in the same house.”

YSH: “but would you be able to hear me if I knocked?”

HC: “of cour-“

YSH: “not with those big ass headphones, you wouldn’t”

HC: “ok, whatever, what did you need?”

YSH: “the chocopies. They’re on the top shelf.”

HC, clicking sounds in the background: “hmm, I’m busy. Get them yourself.”

YSH: “Wrong answer.”

HC: “being wrong and right are subjective anyway”

YSH: “Fafa, pleeeeeassse-“

HC, sighing: “fine, in a few minutes-“

YSH: “No! Now.”

HC: “jiejieeee”

YSH: “that’s right, I’m the older sister. Respect me.”

YSH smirks when her brother hangs up and the sound of the door down the hall opens up. Mission success. Those chocopies would soon be hers!

On a side note, HC always takes care of YSH when she’s on her period. Makes sure to go out and get her favorite tubs of ice cream and refills her water bottle and binge watches shows with her. Plus, he lets her cry on his shoulder - an important bonus.

When HC reaches eighteen, he’s accepted into one of the best universities in the big city! Basically for free, because of his grades, scholarships, and work payoff. Of course he is! HC has always been SO bright; YSH knew of his potential since he joined the family. She would do anything to support him.

But that also means he has to leave :( Fafa is going away. :( far away from home :(

They promise to talk often though! Regardless of the distance, the bond between them as siblings and best friends would remain strong and special.

HC is the brother YSH never knew she needed; YSH is the sister HC always deserved.

《2》

***

*Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi*

[eralea]

idk what this theme is so the answer is “cosplay fafa” again

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Hi Comfy! 💜 Could you write some Tired Dad™ Jaskier, please? Ciri has been really difficult all day, crying because she misses her other daddy. Geralt made a business trip 3 days ago and will only be back at night.

Nonie i love this. I really hope i did your idea justice. I threw in as much fluff as I could!

just for clarification, ciri calls Jask “Fafa” and Geralt “Papa”, also I'm going with her being like 4? so only having a light grasp on language?

Warnings: none unless you don’t like specific dad nicknames? crying toddlers?

____________________

Three days. 

It's not that long. It's not a big deal. Jaskier wasn't even worried about the logistics of Geralt being gone (other than Ciri being a morning baby), he was worried about missing his husband. So worried, in fact, that he forgot until night #1 that Ciri was going to miss him too. 

"Where's Papa?" She asked, holding one of her feet close to her face to examine the bruised toenail from when she dropped the birdbath on it last week. 

Jaskier gently tugged her leg back down so he could tuck her in, "He's working, cub. He went to help Uncle Skel." 

Her little brow furrowed just like Geralt's did when he was thinking. They were so much alike you'd think they'd used Geralt's sperm for the fertilization. How she got bright blonde hair and green eyes with Jaskier's DNA was a mystery, they were pretty sure the egg donor they chose had brown eyes too, but either way she was cute as could be. The one thing she absolutely got from Jaskier was how much she loved Geralt. 

"Papa will be home late?" 

Jaskier brushed the hair off of her forehead as he sat next to her on her brand new big girl bed, "Really late. He'll be gone two more nights." 

"But where will he sleep?!" 

"At Uncle Skel's house," Jaskier laughed. 

Ciri didn't think it was funny in the slightest, "But people sleep at home!" 

It was a good half hour before she accepted that, yes, Papa would sleep okay somewhere else, and no, that doesn't mean it's his home now. It was another half hour before Jaskier heard little snores coming from her room and could finally relax. Not that he slept much. The bed was cold and the constant reminder that he was gone just made him worry over his husband. 

Geralt called them early the next morning and Ciri was ecstatic, holding the phone up close to her face and cradling it reverently. She prattled on about a dream she had and nearly choked on her oatmeal because simply wouldn't stop talking. When Geralt finally said he had to go, she dragged out the 'i love you's and 'see you soon's as long as she could. 

As soon as Jaskier stuffed his phone in his pocket and turned to grab a paper towel, the toddler was in tears. 

She wailed as Jaskier pulled her out of her booster seat and cradled her to his shoulder, bouncing back and forth like he did when she was still bottle feeding, "I know Cub, I know. He'll be back soon. It's okay." 

"I want Papa!" She shrieked and cried some more, burying her face in Jaskier's sweater. 

"I know, darling. I miss him too." Jaskier tried not to be hurt by her little tirade, she was only four, she didn't mean anything by it, but it still stung. 

The days passed in a coffee-fueled blur, Jaskier doing his best to distract Ciri and avoid complete meltdowns. They went to the park, went for a ride on Roach (and even gave her a bath), went for bike rides, saw a movie, did two parent/child painting classes, and even baked a cake from scratch to fill the time. Jaskier thought he might fall asleep walking.

On the third night, Ciri crept into their room just as he was about to fall asleep, “Fafa?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m-” she was cut off by a yawn, “I’m not sleepy.”

Jaskier propped himself up on an elbow, “Do you want snuggles?”

She nodded and wiped at her nose. He pulled back the blankets and she scrambled onto the bed and up against his side, flinging one of her lanky little arms over his chest. He tucked her under his arm and made sure they were both pleasantly cocooned in the comforter. 

“Fafa?”

He resisted the urge to sigh, just wanting to drift off to sleep, “Yes, Ciri?”

“Do you miss Papa too?”

He looked down at her and frowned, “Of course I do, darling. I miss him even when he’s gone on a regular workday.”

She snuggled in closer and wrapped her little fist around his sleepshirt, “Why don’t you cry?”

He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want to worry you, love. And I know he’s coming back.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

That’s how Geralt found them, snuggled up and both snoring softly as the morning light filtered through the curtains. 

He quietly set his luggage down and shrugged off his jacket before slipping into bed on Ciri’s side and pulling them both close. It was a few minutes still before either of them stirred, and even when Jaskier sleepily carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair he didn’t seem to notice till a few seconds later. 

A sweet smile spread across his face, still keeping his eyes closed, “You’re back.”

Geralt leaned over to kiss him, doing his best not to squish Ciri, “Did you miss me?”

“Immensely,” Jaskier sighed, going back to playing with Geralt’s hair, still not opening his eyes.

Their talking woke Ciri and before Geralt even had the chance to say ‘hello’ she was squealing and clinging to his neck for dear life. 

Geralt laughed and Jaskier just rolled his eyes fondly. “Hope you’re not tired, love.”

Geralt peeled Ciri off him to set her on his chest, “Good morning, princess. What do you want for breakfast?”

She bounced, punching the air out of Geralt’s lungs as she answered, “Pancakes!”

“Pancakes it is,” he roared, hoisting her above his head and rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed. He glanced back at Jaskier, “Coming, Fafa?”

Jask snuggled deeper under the blankets, “Call me when the coffee’s ready.”

[mondaijo]

What special things do you think Lian-Lian does for Hua-Hua's birthday?

I was going to wait until I was finished with this month's hualian ppp before I answered this so I wouldn't spoil it, but I got a bit behind schedule (as usual) so apologies~~

SO! I think..... lianlian would make sure to indulge his husband through the whole day! first, lianlian does his best to wake up before fafa - he fails, but fafa is kind enough to pretend he's asleep so he gets all the kissies from his husband early in the morning ❤

when they do manage to get out of bed, lianlian insists on making breakfast himself and preparing a bath for fafa to start the day 🥰 and I think that they'd spend the day just enjoying each other's presence 🥺 no big celebrations, just celebrating being with each other.

and before the day is over, for dinner lianlian prepares longevity noodles for fafa, and finally gives him his gift - it's probably nothing big, like a charm or piece of jewelry that he made himself or bought cause it reminded him of hua cheng - but the fact that it came from xie lian makes it the best of presents ❤❤❤❤❤