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merao-mariposa · 1 month

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Chef Missa x Shapeshifter-Crow Phil AU.

(Just hear me out)

Missa is a single father looking to be a professional chef, moving to France to work in his idol's restaurant. He takes his daughter, takes his suitcases and moves to Paris, France to fulfill his dreams.

Phil is an ex-fighter who needs a change and get away from everything after a dramatic event (no spoiler) so when he receives an invitation from his brother in arms, Etoiles, to stay with him in France for a while he does not hesitate to accept.

His son Chayanne has trouble adjusting to his new life due to his selective mutism, fortunately Tallulah (Not tula) and Chayanne become friends at school.

Pissa basically know each other through their children.

Time skip to Tallulah finding out that Chayanne likes cooking, and it just so happens that his dad is el mejor chef del mundo! (She says) Missa starts giving cooking classes to Chayanne (it has nothing to do with him wanting to get closer to Phil, nope, absolutely not, he could never ever thought about that, he only does it because he cares about Chay//and his father)

Missa tries to play it cool and suave for Phil which leads to a lot of silly cartoon situations.

Missa and Phil get distracted by cooking, more smoke than normal starts coming out but they are so caught up in their flirting that they don't notice. Missa: Is it hotter here or is it just me?? Phil laughs, looks into his eyes, into his lips and back into his eyes, and slowly approaches, so slowly and Missa's heart almost sto- Until suddenly a blast of dry ice hits them rigth in their faces. Chayanne came back from whatever he was going to do, and found a tower of smoke! What happened!? …Neither Phil nor Missa can answer that. A bit because they are covered in dry ice and another bit because no mames, what a shame.

Jump to Missa, he's feeling homesick and unsure of his abilities. Tallulah has a fever and Missa is too worried.

The cooking classes stop for a few days.

Until a crow suddenly crosses through his window. That should scare him, his daughter is sick! And crows don't exactly prophesy health.

But he doesn't find himself able to chase away the creature that looks almost as worried as Missas feels. If crows had faces he would say that he frowns when he sees the girl. This crow seems to be really used to humans or something because he allows himself to be petted by Tallulah as if he were a cat, his feathers fluff up and rumble as if he were almost purring in his daughter's hands, her tired face lights up cuz of something that It's not the fever.

He decides to leave them alone.

Since that day the crow visits them more often almost like a family pet, he always comes and goes at night and always seems to be there when they need him most.

(Abajo esta en español, no worries my friends)

Missa es un padre soltero que busca ser chef profesional y se muda a Francia para trabajar en el restaurante de su ídolo. Toma a su hija, toma sus maletas y llega a París, Francia para cumplir su sueño.

Phil es un ex-peleador que necesita un cambio y alejarse de todo tras un susceso dramático (no spoiler) por lo que cuando recibe una invitado de su hermano de armas, Etoiles, para quedarse con el en Francia durante un tiempo no duda en aceptar.

Su hijo Chayanne tiene problemas para adaptarse al colegio y su nueva vida por su mutismo selectivo, afortunadamente Tallulah (no tula) y Chayanne se hacen amigos en la escuela.

Básicamente se conocen a través de sus hijos.

Salto de tiempo a que Tallulah se entere de que a Chayanne le gusta cocinar, y da la casualidad de que su papá es el mejor chef del mundo! (Dice ella) Missa empieza darle clases de cocina a Chayanne (no tiene nada que ver que quiera acercarse a su padre, nop, en definitiva y absolutamente nunca pensó en eso, solo lo hace porque le cae bien el niño //y su padre)

Missa trata de jugarlo cool y suave para Phil lo que lleva a un montón de situaciones tontas de caricatura. Missa y Phil se distraen cocinando, empieza salir más humo de lo normal pero ellos están tan atrapados en su coqueteo que no se dan cuenta. Missa: hace más calor aquí o soy solo yo? Phil se ríe, lo mira a los ojo, a los labios y devuelta a los ojos, y se va acercando lentamente, tan lento y el corazón de Missa casi se detien- Hasta que una ráfaga de hielo seco los golpea de lleno en la cara. Chayanne regresó de lo que sea que fue a hacer, volvió y encontró una enorme torre de humo! Qué pasó?! …Ni Phil ni Missa pueden responder a eso. Un poco porque están cubiertos de hielo seco y otro poco porque no mames que vergüenza.

Salto a Missa, tiempo despues, se siente nostálgico e inseguro de sus habilidades, para peor Tallulah tiene fiebre y Missa está demasiado preocupado.

Las clases de cocina paran durante algunos dias.

Hasta que un cuervo se mete por su ventana. Eso debería asustarlo, su hija está enferma! Y los cuervos no profetizan la salud exactamente.

Pero no se encuentra a si mismo capaz de echar a la criatura que se ve casi tan preocupado como el, si los cuervos tuvieran cara diría que tiene el ceño fruncido cuando ve a la niña. Este cuervo parece estar realmente acostumbrado a los humanos o algo así porque se deja acariciar por Tallulah como si fuera un gato, sus plumas se esponjan y retumba como si casi ronroneara y la cara cansada de su hija se ilumina por algo no es la fiebre.

Decide dejarlos solos.

Desde ese día el cuervo los visita más a menudo casi como una mascota de la familia, siempre va y viene por la noche y siempre aparece estar cuando mas lo necesitan.

#death family #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #qsmp tallulah #qsmp #qsmp au #qsmp pissa #pissa #pissa au #pissa nation #qsmp chayanne #qsmp eggs #au intro #qsmp shipping #chef-crow au

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bex-inxo · 1 month

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Some kind of Dungeon meshi Pissa au idea i got after watching it

(i haven't read the manga and don't know much about its world building, but i love it so much)

For species Phil is a half elf, but have more of a human side (like 25% elf, 75% human) and Missa is an elf

Phil and Missa are just friends at the start, but Missa has a crush on Phil and Phil really likes Missa's beauty, especially his hair

Phil and Missa originally met when Phil joined Missa's group to go through first few layers and go back, with Phil getting his part and leaving. But Phil showed his great attack magic skills and impressed teammates, especially Missa, the healer of the group, who didn't know any attack magic and always was bad in it

With time Phil and Missa became really close, always having each other's back in deadly situations (with Missa, he had to revive Phil A LOT, cause man can't stop but sacrificing himself for others). Missa learned few powerful attack magic from Phil so he could protect himself when he's isn't there. But those spells can't be used when there's other people around cause it takes really big radius and good for self defense (it WILL end up being a problem in the future)

Other members of the group are Quackity, Roier, Mariana and Spreen (Missa and Spreen are blood brothers)

They were never interested in beating the dungeon and getting all the goods from it, it was enough for them to loot dungeons and get all money from them. Not once they robbed dead bodies, waiting for their revival (or Missa was reviving the bodies and others tried to gaslight people to give them money for that). But with Phil on their side they started going deeper and risking more, that were really concerning Missa, but Phil was always saying that everything will be okay

But after a lot of risky moves, one eventually ended up hurting them. In one of the visits in the dungeon they went deeper than they ever had and met the dragon, that none of them had to face before.

To this point they had a lot of loot because really small amount of people even came that deep so all their bags were already full of goods. And Spreen and Roier insisted on going on that dragon and try to get even more treasure from its area, but after few minutes it already was clear that they couldn't win that fight. Spreen got killed by dragon's fire almost immediately and the group lost their most powerful fighter. Q, Roier and Mariana couldn't even hurt the dragon's thick skin and Phil did almost no damage with spells. Missa tried to get Spreen's body, but it was too close to the dragon so he couldn't do anything

Eventually everyone run, taking all the loot they got with them. Except for Phil, who was trying to stop Missa from getting Spreen's body and run away as well. Missa didn't listen and run to Spreen's corpse, trying to cast the reviving spell. But then he heard the roar behind his back and turned back only to see dragon's fangs right in front his face. Phil tried to cast the spell to distract the dragon, but it was too late, Missa was already in dragon's throat

For the whole day Phil tried to fight the dragon, but lost all his energy with no results. For few weeks he was doing short attacks on dragon, trying to kill it and, eventually, when he run out of all his food, he managed to get to its weak place and kill it. Few hours of unpleasant opening of the dragon and Phil found Missa. Or better to say, that was left of him. Because of active fighting with Phil dragon was loosing his energy too fast and had to digest its food faster which ended up on that there's nothing had left of Missa but his bones and hair

Phil never knew reviving magic as good as Missa, but he knew, that either he tries or he'll lose him. Nobody would risk going that deep to just help unknown elf's bones so he had to do that. So Phil tried, remembering all lessons on that Missa tried to teach him, from that the best result Phil ever got was a dog. But he had to do it, or he would never see Missa again

And he tried, multiple times. And eventually, full of rage, annoyance and fear of losing his best friend, he did it. But something was wrong. Missa's skin nor muscles didn't formed properly in few places and his bones were seen. His face had a look that only ghosts had. His skull fortunately was inside, but his skin became deadly grey in places where the cheekbones and eye sockets should be

Few hours had past for Miss to wake up. Phil hold him so close, like he would die again the second he pull him away. But Missa answered very cold, not hugging back and even trying to get out of the grip. When Phil asked him what's wrong he looked at him and asked "who are you?"

Phil was shocked by how Missa was looking at him and talking with him, like they've never met. He tried to tell him about all adventures they had together, Missa didn't seem to remember most of them but eventually he remembered Phil, maybe that were only few moments, that were lacking of context, but he remembered him

After few days of living on dragon's meat and Missa getting at least some of his power back they decided to go back. Missa easily agreed with Phil, going first to the entrance, not even looking back at the body of his brother. Phil didn't have enough strength nor space to get him so he silently followed Missa, leaving him there

On their way to the start of the dungeon they saw few groups, that after having one look at Missa tried to get away from them as fast as they could. In one of those groups, the magician of it screamed Phil to look around and attacked Missa with exorcist spell, from that Phil protected Missa, pulling away. Phil tried to explain that he's just an elf, not ghost or spirit, but that group just looked at Missa with the sign of fear and walked away

On one of the levels they found a bunch of bones that were left from killed and not revived people and Missa took one of the skulls and made himself a mask and pulled his cape's hood on to blend in better

That really concerned Phil because Missa usually loved to show off with his long hair that were important for his magic, but now, he would better want to hide every piece of his body

And this's all that i have that is at least a bit structured. I don't know if I'm gonna do anything with this, but there it is

(sorry if there's any logic or grammar errors, English isn't my first language)

#pissa #qsmp pissa #pissa au #just putting it here

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galaxynest · 10 days

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Continuing with crowfather and foragissa, I have this idea that originally the cowboy's ship ends up trapped in Origin Valley.

Where some hybrids welcome the foreigner, but warn him who he should really be careful of, an elytrian hybrid who seems to be more careful with those who do not look like hybrids and tends to hurt them.

He is someone who is very greedy, he likes shiny things.

And at least, in my Crowfather headcanon, he can use magic (I like those types of Au's), so he has earned the reputation of not only being very greedy, but also one of the most powerful sorcerers that It seeks to protect hybrids as long as they are useful to him.

Something that doesn't cause a problem for Foragissa, until parts of his ship start to disappear, and not only that, 2 of his henchmen end up disappearing.

(Yes, originally the crow and the alien hate each other too much because of the shocking personality they both have) That his henchmen disappear is the final nail in the coffin, so Foragissa confronts the Crowfather, not without the help of an avian hybrid who only enjoys watching the chaos (Wouldn't you like is Tommy singing it to Foragissa, in an attempt to help him. to beat the Elytrian and to have some fun in his "monotonous" life) [I will try to explain more in the next part, just have me patience ;; ]

#pissa #pissa nation #qsmp pissa #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #qsmp death duo #qsmp #foragissa #crowfather #Koraki_Ramble #pissa au #origins smp

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sakurakoneko28 · 17 days

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Volví para compartir esto porque no me quedaré en paz hasta mostrarle esto a alguien 😗 en un server de discord estábamos soltando ideas random y salió una sobre Missa siendo una lechuza y Phil un cuervo.

Supongo que lo podría llamar un Pissa birds AU(? no soy buena con los nombres juasjuas son solo ideas sueltas que se me ocurrieron en el momento :3

Missa lechuza

Es una lechuza porque estas son nocturnas (luna) y al igual que su cubito solo están activas a esa hora jaja

En su mayoría es de plumas blancas pero tiene algunas en toques grises y negros en su espalda que forman una calavera, gracias a esto algunos humanos se asustan creyendo que es de mala suerte.

Cuando conoció a Phil no entendía porque este empezó a traerle piedritas, hojas, cosas brillosas y demás, ni mucho menos porque volaba de formas extrañas, eventualmente se acostumbró.

Ya estando siempre juntos es que encontraron un nido con dos pares de huevitos abandonados (no decido la especie aún) y decidieron cuidarlos.

Suele dormir dentro de troncos de árboles y lo primero que Phil ve al llegar son un par de ojos grises redondos como bienvenida.

Suele esponjar sus plumas para que Philza se acomode bien al dormir y esté calientito igual que él.

Philza cuervo

Es la contraparte, es activo durante el día (sol).

Entre su plumaje oscuro también posee unas plumas en tonalidad azul que suelen notarse más bajo la luz del sol.

En un principio solo se acercó a Missa para ver si podía molestarlo pero este permaneció tranquilo (en realidad tenía sueño), al final se rindió y empezó a visitarlo con frecuencia.

Como forma de cortejo le llevaba cosas bonitas, incluso le ponía florecitas en la cabeza o hacia trucos de vuelo para impresionarlo pero Missa no entendía la razón, Philza sigue creyendo que eso funcionó aunque la realidad era que simplemente le agradaba tener compañía.

Cuando encontraron los huevitos se volvió territorial con el sitio donde Missa se puso a cuidarlos, se aleja lo menos posible.

Y es lo único que se me ocurrió por el momento, Missa lechuza mi nueva imagen mental favorita, todo bonito, todo esponjosito uwu

#qsmp pissa #pissa #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #pissa nation #pissa au #just a random idea #deathduo

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wizardyandcheesesammich · 4 months

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Time to use the full power of nerd for this post.

QSMP COUPLES AS DND CHARACTERS (PT.1)

Why couples you ask? Cause I'm lazy that's why. Also, I'm pretty sure people way more knowledgeable than me have done this before but this just for my own fun :)

-- (Part 2) (Part 3)

For this post in particular we're focusing on PISSA

Missa: Oh, our poor wet cat. You don't understand how much I debated making him a tabaxi but at the end of the day the skeleton iconography is too strong. So, Undead Missa! More specifically a Reborn, because it allows for him to be a full-on skeleton and they have a whole thing about losing long stretches of time from their memory and come on. As for class, Bard feels obvious but College of Satire gives it that "wet cat" feel we were missing by having their entire skill set based on dumb luck and stumbling around.

Philza: Now, THIS ONE was hard. Aarakocra and Kenku were both deeply tempting but nothing makes more sense for The Angel of Death than an Aasimar. More specifically a Protector Aasimar, what with their short-use divine wings and their labor to guard the weak and strike down evil. Makes sense, right? Class was also very hard to decide, but among many options, Paladin kind of makes the most sense. A Paladin with an Oath of the Ancients plays really well with q!Phil's connection to the higher beings of his HC4 world and Mumza.

Now please imagine this semi-divine man imbued with great power by his direct connection to higher beings, being hopelessly endeared by the silliest skeleton court jester and... well, yeah, that's basically them.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp pissa #pissa #death duo #pissa au #q!philza #q!missa #I'm interested to see if anyone violently disagrees about any of these #but once again this is DEEPLY self indulgent asdafaasd #I also have thoughts about Chay and Lullah but don't have enough braincells for that rn #maybe later #d&d au #d&d qsmp #dnd au #dnd qsmp

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lessiasya · 5 months

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My little AU that I really like

"What is that?" black nails points at TV, black wings just hanging behind his back.

"Art is dead? Does it have some meaning?"

Missa confused mostly.... Okay, he is freaking out. There is someone, something in his house and he still didn't have his coffee.

"It's TV and it's technology... How did you not know this?" He looks at long blonde hair with couple small braids, two pairs of black feathered wings and very strange black clothing... His single day off was ruined.

"So, why are you summoned me? You mortals always want something from me" This guy looks bored, he keeps pointing at everything and smiling. And now he's looking at Missa, slowly turning his head like a bird.

"I didn't summone you! I don't or didn't believe in Gods! What's a shame, I was looking forward for my day off"

"So you really didn't do anything? Than you have strange luck, because in order to summon me, someone made a sacrifice"

Chaos picks up a red apple from fruit bowl, slowly looking at it. Honestly, he is beautiful. Missa wasn't interested, but he knows how to appreciate beauty.

"Sacrifice? Like blood sacrifice?" Chaos just nods his head. "You've made that up. I don't believe you. I don't believe that you're a god."

And something clicks in stranger's head. He pushes Missa against the fridge, squeezing his wrist. Calm blue eyes turn into almost black, like a void.

"You can careless say that you didn't do anything. You can say that you don't believe in Gods. You can say that you believe science and technology. But you're never question me. As long as I stay here, I don't want to hear something like that again."

"Or?"

"Or you'll be laying on this floor and no medicine will help you, mortal"

Missa had a normal life. Until fucking God decided to fall in his back yard and now he's stuck with him... That's totally wasn't his dream morning.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #qsmp missa #pissa #death duo #pissa nation #missasinfonia #pissa fic #Pissa AU

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insanitybl00m · 1 month

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Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree

Chapter 7 - Don't go near the water

When Missa woke up he noticed that it was still early hours of light. He didn’t want to wake Philza but if he could go get them fresh water from the stream he mentioned last night…

That would be helpful. And after everything Phil did for him he really wanted to do something nice in return. Even if it was just getting them fresh water. So he got up and grabbed their canteens.

Yesterday Phil made his way west to the stream, so Missa would go west to find the same stream. Right? He sighed. He never was the best at navigation.

Probably an hour later he stumbled upon the inlet. Where the stream he was looking for rushed into a loch. Or was it a lake? Missa was never good at telling the difference. But he filled up their canteens with the fresh water pouring into the lake.

When Missa looked up he was face to face with a horse. Not Cielo. If you could call her a horse since she was technically a unicorn.

No. This horse had a shimmery blue-black coat. Probably a magical horse. Missa was enthralled with its seemingly glowing eyes.

“Hi there. Aren’t you pretty?”

It neighed. Showing off it’s mane a little.

“Are you a water spirit? A water nymph maybe?”

No response, just the glowing eyes shining a bit brighter. But that was probably Missa’s imagination.

“Is there anything you want? I left my oats back at camp but otherwise I’d offer you some.” The horse bowed down, almost encouraging Missa to ride it. “Do you want–” A neigh, seemingly encouraging it. “Okay…” Missa sat on the horse’s back. It took off, straight into the river. What the hell was happening? He tried to get off to swim to the surface but he was stuck. He was stuck. Oh no. The horse was magical.

It was a Kelpie.

Phil woke up with a start. His chest was throbbing. Almost pulsing with pain.

Missa.

He looked to his left. Gone. Fuck.

“Missa!” He yelled. Nothing. No response. All his stuff was still there, he couldn’t have gone far. Where would he have gone?

The stream? It was the only thing he could think of. He tried to make sure there was nothing else off with camp. Where was his water? He needed water. Missa must have gone to the stream to fill up their water. That was the only reason both their water and Missa would be missing. He needed to go.

So he transformed into a crow. His wings still stung with the harsh pain of pulled muscles but he continued flying, faster, faster.

When he transformed back he noticed the canteens, water spilling out onto the ground. No Missa. “Missa!”

Again no response. His chest felt like a thousand stabbing knives. Magic. Magic was what was hurting Missa.

Water. Water spirits. There must be water spirits in this water. He looked down. A serpent whipped its tail in his face. And so he dived into the water. A serpent-like horse bared its sharp teeth.

Kelpie. Of course it was. Missa was the kindest soul he knew, of course a Kelpie would trick him.

“Let him be.” Stabbing pain again. His charm wouldn’t keep Missa safe for much longer.

Well. Phil should have assumed that would be the answer. He had no weapon. Everything was back at camp. He had to get Missa off the kelpie. Kelpies wouldn’t just let their prey go so easily. He spotted a shard of glass at the bottom of the river. Humans polluting the wild might just aid him for once.

He threw the shard of glass as hard as possible at the Kelpie. It stabbed it right in the eye, giving Phil enough time to grab Missa while the Kelpie was distracted.

He swam as fast as possible up to the surface. Missa would live but how would he get the water out of his lungs? That would kill him right? He really should have learned more about how to save a human’s life. They were so easily killable, how was he supposed to know how to save a human from countless deaths? Luckily the charm he put on Missa yesterday would be enough.

Human lungs were in the chest like fae’s, so if Phil was to push on his chest then maybe it would force the water out?

He was rapidly trying to figure out how to get the water out of Missa’s lungs when all of a sudden he heard sputtering. Coughing. Missa was coughing up the water.

Holy shit. Missa was safe.

He was safe.

Before he realized what he was doing he was kissing Missa. His anxiety rushed away as he felt Missa breathe before pulling him into another kiss.

Something happened. He fell unconscious in the water. And when he woke up he was on the surface. He took a gasp of air before soft lips were pressed against his. Desperate. He opened his eyes and saw Phil. Philza was kissing him.

Philza was kissing him like he had nearly died, which I guess was true. He tried to sit up and Phil pulled away. That wasn’t happening. Missa pulled him back, continuing the kiss.

A neigh distracted the two of them. Phil was ready to fight. Missa stared up at Cielo.

“Oh uh hi!”

Blood red poured over a deep blue flooded Missa’s brain.

“It will never stop being weird to see emotions, but is something wrong?”

More red. Phil had pulled himself off Missa and leaned against a tree.

“Danger?” A nod from the unicorn. “We’re fine. Trust me, Phil saved me.”

Green, sour green, mixed with the sweetness of a touch of pink. A mint green almost. Almost like…

“Concern? You’re concerned for me.”

“You’re getting better at reading her emotions.” Phil said, his voice was rough.

“I’m ok, Cielo. I promise you.” Missa stood up and reached out to pet her. He didn’t really notice Phil standing up behind him.

So when Cielo nudged him hard enough to make him trip backwards he was not expecting to fall into Phil’s arms.

“Got you.”

Despite the fact they were literally making out before Cielo showed up Missa’s face went red. If unicorns could laugh Cielo would be laughing. Instead it was just a neigh that mimicked a laughing sound.

“Our clothes are soaking wet.” Missa said. Changing the subject when he was embarrassed was a habit of his.

“That does happen when you try to befriend a Kelpie.” Cielo whinnied and disappeared on the spot. “Huh, that’s weird. Did she say anything to you?”

“Nope, she must hate kelpies.”

“I do too, especially considering one tried to fucking kill you!” Missa looked away and scooped up the canteens. “Missa…”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry I yelled, but I was terrified when I woke up and you were just gone. I could feel that something was wrong.”

“I was just trying to get us fresh water, do something simple to make up for the fact that you washed my hair yesterday.”

“I did it because I wanted to, not because I wanted something in return. Wisteria. I—“

“It was just meant to be something nice.”

“I know. I just want you to know that anything I do for you is never with any expectations of something in return.”

“We should probably get back to camp.”

Missa was silent the whole walk back. Man, Phil messed up. “Can you talk to me please?”

“Hi. Sorry. I was thinking.”

“You want to hear stories about my kids?”

“You have kids?”

“I never told you? I thought I did. I could have sworn I told you when you were telling me about your son.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Oh. Well I have two kids. My son is probably about seven—“

“Probably?” Missa seemed horrified.

“He doesn’t really care about his birthday, if he did I’d start celebrating it the second he suggested it.”

“Oh, I guess that’s different.”

“My daughter is six. She really loves celebrating her birthday on the other hand. But she really only celebrates it for the gifts.”

“You have a daughter as well? How do you manage?”

“Well my son is studying abroad right now so that makes it a bit easier for me.”

“Oh, but what about your daughter?”

“She’s staying with her godmother for a bit. She’s a witch and my daughter loves her garden. She’s always helping her grow flowers.”

“You know a witch?”

“She helped me out ages ago, got myself stuck in a situation with some creatures of the fae. She was nearby getting something for a potion she needed, got me to safety and we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Wow, I didn’t know witches were still around. I thought fae stopped blessing humans with magic after the war.”

“Fae still bless humans with magic. But to be a witch you have to be raised with magic infused in your blood from a young age, most new witches are still kids. And most older witches are gone. She’s the only living witch from before the war that I know.”

“Wow.” Missa paused as they were standing in the middle of their camp. “Should we pack up camp?”

“If you don’t mind then maybe we should stay here, our clothes are going to need to dry.”

Spending a whole day at camp with Phil. Oh boy. This was different. Phil was sketching something, leaning against a rock and letting his wings spread across it. He had changed to dry clothes but he said that he needed to wait for his wings to fully dry before putting on a shirt again. Which left Missa trying his hardest not to stare as he pretended to read the book on fae that Phil had left him.

Eventually Phil got up and made his way over to Missa. “What are you doing pretty boy?”

“Reading.”

“Mhm.” He said, almost with a knowing laugh. “What’s one thing you learned about nymphs then?” Missa looked down, oh. The page on nymphs was open. Well obviously he had been reading it right?

“Their life force is tied to an element, like dryads and trees.”

Phil sat down next to Missa. “Yep.” He leaned his head on Missa’s shoulder. “You didn’t read, did you?”

Missa sighed. “I didn’t.”

“Distracted by something?” Stars above, Phil was a shameless flirt.

“No.”

“You’re a bad liar, you know that right?” He said with a laugh, leaning back so that he was spread out on the ground next to Missa.

He huffed before turning around to look at Phil. “You’re all grumpy.”

“I’m tired. Despite the fact I literally just woke up.”

“Yeah but you nearly drowned, that would make anyone tired.”

“I’m fine. I made a mistake again but it won’t happen again. I’m too trusting and it won’t happen again. I’m going to be stronger.”

“What do you mean M-Wisteria?”

“I wasn’t strong enough, I’ll be stronger.” Missa repeated the phrase in his brain, over and over.

“What makes you think you aren’t strong enough?” Phil had sat up and he took Missa’s hands into his own.

“I couldn’t fight off the Kelpie, I trusted it without a second thought. Without you I’d be dead at the bottom of the river. Actually scratch that I’d be dead in the dragon cave. I’m meant to be going on this elaborate quest but I’m really just doing nothing and you’re saving me every single time.”

“Oh Wisteria.” Phil pulled Missa into a tight hug. Missa wasn’t crying. He promised he’d be stronger. He had to be stronger. “You are so, so strong. You don’t need to change anything. Kelpies are notoriously good at tricking people and they aim for ones with pure souls. They aim for those who won’t doubt their intentions.”

“You keep telling me my soul is so pure but that’s bullshit. I’ve killed people phil. Hundreds. Not all by my own hand but nonetheless. I’ve killed people.”

“There’s a difference between killing people with malicious intent and killing those out of necessity.”

“People died.”

“And you lived. You kept those you loved safe, even the universe can’t fault you for that. It’s noble. And this quest? You’re risking your life to save your son. You doubt yourself but everyone around you can see that you are full of good. You are good.” Missa was officially crying at this point.

“Oh darling.” Phil murmured. He placed a light kiss on Missa's head. “It’s alright.” He couldn’t stop himself from crying a little bit too.

“Why are you crying?” Missa asked when he heard Phil sniffle.

“God this is so cliche but seeing you sad makes me sad.”

“Clingy.” Missa muttered as he adjusted so he was still wrapped in Phil’s arms.

“You should get some rest.”

“I’m not moving.”

“Never said you had to, just that you should close your eyes and try to sleep.”

“But then you’ll be stuck while I nap.”

“And get to hold you the whole time? Sounds great to me.”

“Of course you’d say that.” Phil kissed the top of his head again.

“Just sleep. When you wake up you’ll feel better.” Missa sighed but Phil could swear that he drifted to sleep in minutes.

When Missa woke up he was groggy. He was warm though a soft blanket had been wrapped around him. Wait, those were wings. All the more reason to just go back to sleep.

“I know you’re awake Wisteria.”

“No I’m not.” Phil laughed.

“Ok then, I’ll just go back to admiring you then.”

“Stop.” Missa hid his face in Phil’s shoulder.

“So you are awake?”

“Yes idiot.” Phil started peppering him with little kisses.

Missa giggled and lightly shoved him away. He heard ruffling from a bush nearby. “What was that?”

“Probably a squirrel or something. Maybe Cielo.”

“No, I'd know if it was Cielo.”

Then like a blur a humanoid popped out of the bush. She pulled leaves out of her jet black hair before beaming at the pair.

“Hi Papa Phil! Is he my new Apa?”

Papa.

New Apa.

WHAT?

#pissa nation #qsmp #pissa #qsmp pissa #pissa au #TFUTWT AU

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dramaticcrow · 14 days

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Alguien pidió un ✨Hamilton✨ Au?

Nadie?

No importa! Aquí tenemos a Missa de mi nuevo Hamilton AU :DD

Intente hacer un estilo más simple no c si me salió ^^”

Espero k este bonito

#crow post #qsmp #pissa #qsmp au #🐦‍⬛ post #qsmp pissa #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #pissa nation #pissa au #crow art #🐦‍⬛ art #Hamilton Au

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coffegigi · 2 days

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Deathduo/pissa versión furries

#qsmp philza #deathduo #deathduo fanart #qsmp missa #qsmp pissa #qsmp death family #pissa #death family #pissa nation #pissa au

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cupidl0vesy0u · 20 days

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New members of family!

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merao-mariposa · 2 months

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! I base myself on pasión de gavilanes (no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandons his busy life in the city when a mysterious envelope arrives at his apartment citing it in the name of BigQ, the bandit.

La araña escarlata is missing and Quakity in dispair searches for all his friends from that time in an effort to find Roier. And even though Missa is extremely reluctant to return to a life that only brought pain to his door, but he finds himself unable to slam the door in a friend's face.

The town is just as he remembered it from his nightly rides, only now it is more full and alive than ever! His eyes linger on how the children run after each other with wooden swords, unaware of how on the outskirts of the town, when the sunset begins to fade into night, the bandits go out to loot what they find, kill cattle, and steal from crops. Everything to move on to the next town the day after and repeate.

It was such an exhausting life, and even when it is over he knows well that it will never left him completely, he will never be able to have his own children or someone to give his life for.

While he is thinking about how much more dignified it would be to die in the arms of a lover than in an alley after a bar fight, a sudden pressure on his legs makes him lose his, already bad, balance, and fall against the sandy floor full of of rocks.

He looked up, scared, searching with his purple eyes for the cause of the fall and there he saw it, a little boy, at most 7-6 years old, sitting on the floor in front of him, clearly upset and with bleeding knees; the clear culprit of the collision that occurred.

The boy apologizes quickly but the frown on his face makes him believe otherwise, he doesn't doubt that he is sorry but there is something else, before the man can speak the boy growls angrily towards his knees, he sounds more annoyed than pitiful and he rushes to grab a wooden sword that he surely lost in the fall with a sudden gesture.

Missa knows that anger, he has seen it before and he knows almost that well that where it leads is not a place for a child.

So he gently stops him from making any gesture, "Those are some pretty bad scratches you have there, chico." Missa stands up to his full extent, blocking the sun a little with his back and Chayanne is only slightly surprised by a second. Before he tries to answer, Missa continues resolutely "everyone bleeds after a bad wound" "but that's what's worth it, they leave a mark under the blood like the god of blood, did you know?"

Chayanne shyly shakes his head, suddenly all of his lava-burning rage feels cold, curiosity replaces anger and he can't help but wonder if that blood god is as cool as he sounds? His father has told him about multiple gods like someone who tells bedtime stories, but his favorite has always been about the legendary warrior Technoblade, he doesn't think that this blood god could be cooler!

They take a walk through the square and Chayanne can begin to admit that the blood god may be cool, no cooler than his father or his hero! but he is so ominous and great especially at hunting his prey that they sound so annoyed with their desperate “Quaks”, they remind him of a certain professor!

These Quaks may not be cool (more annoying like Quakity) but this mystery man is, to a certain extent cool. It seems like he always knows what to say, his tone of voice is confident and happy, like someone who is talking to a good friend despite having only met him a few minutes ago and in a bad way. He doesn't seem to care that Chayanne knocked him to the hard floor or his initial animosity (which in his defense wasn't against the tall men, it was more against himself) he even gently reassures himself that there's nothing wrong with whining when attending to Mr Bad to clean and apply an ointment to his knees, Chayanne is a warrior so he does’nt cry, he doesn't complain! But he allowed Chayanne to squeeze his hand during the process if Chayanne feels like needing it.

When Mr. Slightly Cool and Mr. Bad began to quickly catch up, he noticed how instead of trying to get into the adults' conversation, Mr. Tall slowly pushed him to rest a little.

He brings Chayanne a glass of water and distracts Bad so Chayanne can sneak some extra candy from bad’s "good muffin pocket".

He will share em’ with her little sister.

That man may actually be a cool guy.

His eyes are purple, Chayanne notes.

He likes the cool-tall men.

Philza is a quiet man who has had his fair share of adventures in life, but it's over now. He now he is a simple samaritan with two children.

In his last years of wandering the world he heard a rumor about a kind of skull outlaw that was terrorizing the town of Quesadilla in Q.Essempi county, he immediately decided to settle there with his two children.

Call him insane, he sometimes scolds himself for looking for one last adventure with two such small, practically babies, children in tow but something inside him pushed him to believe that there was something more in Quesadilla, something wonderful waiting for him. He tried to ask his goddess about it, there was no direct answer, but at dawn when his little Tallulah opened her eyes, they had finally defined themselves. They were purple color.

Huge purple eyes that looked at him with such innocence that he swore there would never be pain in her life, neither hers nor her older brother's. He took it as the goddess's response to him to stay in the village and live peacefully.

And so the years passed in the little town, little Chayanne had a lot of energy, which he usually used to stab the other residents and little tallulah would grow up to be a really tall girl! Mute and extremely talented in music, Philza was proud of her and wondered if that musical talent was any kind of blessing because she hadn't learned it from him.

He saw the town change over the years, people come and people go, people who spoke English, people who spoke French, people who spoke Portuguese and people who spoke Spanish, it was by far the most varied place he had ever been and he felt comfortable that it still without constantly moving, his children could also learn about other cultures. Heck, Chayanne was even learning German with his godmother Niki!

Philza couldn't be happier, if it weren't for the fact that every once in a while he felt something just like a hair-pulling, deep in his chest, a hearth-pulling? As if he had to turn somewhere, look for something, find something that was waiting for him and that he needed even without knowing it.

He could leave it as something about getting old and ignore it, let it go, but he knew better; it was his goddess, pointing out something that he had missed or that she prophesied would be important. That's how it was when she found his children, his head was buzzing, not quite there, dragging him through the adoption room, his heart felt lighter now that the little bundle that was named as Chayanne by the facility was cradled in his chest.

But the instinctive need to move forward would not stop until he found a tiny, abandoned creature, who turned out to be the little girl forgotten and abandoned by the adoption facility; Tallulah.

It was easy to assume that after finding them, his idea of retiring was more than welcome and Phil decided to shake off the memory of those horrible facilities, he didn't want to remember them and much less for his children to know about those irresponsible federation bastards.

But thats the past.

Phil sighed, his years as a traveler and survivor had ruined his taste buds. he would have been fine before if it was just him just put some avocado on that bread and call it a day, am I rigth? But now he has two children and Tallulah is certainly sick of avocado toast, Chayanne is not going to fight but his son takes a long time looking at him when he is cooking, trying to stop him telepathically or some shit.

The thought makes him laugh lightly. Phil is functional enough to make a decent pasta to feed him and two children, he can see from the window in front of the sink the back-garden. Tallulah is feeding some crows that pass by, some even follow him during the day! The girl laughs at Brayan when he accidentally starts drowning in the bird nursery they set up especially for Esperanza, and Phil's heart melts for a second when he notices how some of them land protectively in front of the girl (before getting distracted and starting to to be chaotic, again) the image reminds him that the food is already there and his nest is empty so he hurries to open the window, calls Tallulah and go out to look for Chay. He's probably wandering around town again or hanging out with Ramon.

Whatever the case, his son is strong, Phil knows the people of the town like the back of his hand, and he knows that they would never hurt his son, he knows it and he doesn't find it in himself to be worried. Still he runs, hurried he doesn't know why but he feels that he must hurry before it leaves, before what leaves?

He doesn't know it but he keeps hurriedly looking around him and his heart gallops in his chest with longing, pulling him faster, pulling his heart wich is whispering a name he never heard before.

When Phil arrives at the center of the town, he did’nt see that some of the crows had followed him moving furiously through the air vibrating and caw with excitement absolutely ecstatic, the crows know something that he does not yet which only makes him want to laugh, he is ready, he does, it been for so long, where is it, where is it, needs to see it needs to find-

“Chayanne!”

The boy stops laughing at one of the jokes that Missa made, his small face lights up at the shouting voice of who Missas assumes is his father. They both look alike, light skin and straw yellow hair, Missa stops suddenly, unsure of approaching to the handsome man with the striped hat, oh god, what if he thinks badly of him? he wanna die, did he see Missa barking at one of the guard dogs to make laugh?, did he see him playing music with a random bottle he found? Gods, que alguien por favor lo maté.

His son is there, he is fine and he knew it, some crows celebrate seeing the child but Phil's eyes soon find the man who accompanies his son through the square, he never seen him before, he would remember it, that should scare him and Phil pushes his rational mind to be paranoid, while inside, in deep his brain that he jokingly calls "bird brain" feels calm as if he's finally scratched a nagging itch in.

Before he can decide whether to slowly approach the man and thank him for finding his son or, on the contrary, lead Chayanne away from the extremely tall, unknown guy, he sees something; sees how one of his crows lands on the mysterious man's shoulder as if it would have done it before as if it belonged there and Phils eyes allow themselves to wander once he is close enough to the stranger's face and oh…Uh oh.

He's handsome, not just handsome but like; his kind. Damm?

The tall man, with a pretty face, long black hair, and dark-colored clothing with bright blues, looks him in the eyes before looking away nervously and Phil now not only wants to laugh but laugh out loud.

He found it. It is not even an "it" but a "he". Chayanne looks at the exchange (or lack thereof) confused and Phil almost wants to slap the crow when it gives him a look he can only define as an “I told you so.” But that can wait now he has to show up before the guy he's been after, searching, without even knowing it. Try to talk before he guy makes himself more small over himself.

Hiding his blush as best he can, Phil extends a hand, noticing that the stranger had been nervously petting the crow on his shoulder, Phil breaths and finally introduces himself.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

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Quick translations and author's notes:

La araña escarlata: The scarlett spider. Chico: literally "boy" but used as kiddo in this context. alguien por favor mateme: somebody please kill me. AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! I wanted this to be short, I wanted to write something else in death duo (platonic way) but my sleep crisis took control and I've been on this all day, Pissa nation this is my offering! asterisk-reverence-asterisk/j Thank you very much for supporting my first post, you guys were lovely <3 I will try to upload the Spanish version of both posts for the ones who speak Spanish in here (please raise your hand like me xd) also obviously the title comes from the song, don't expect explicit things because I just don't feel comfortable doing it. Thank you for reading I love you very much 💞💞

#pissa #qsmp pissa #they are kissing #in a not platonical way #this time i mean #in a cowboy way #qsmp #death family #qsmp philza #qsmp Missa #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #missasinfonia #(?)#qsmp au #pissa nation #pissa au #qsmp eggs #cowboy-outlaw au

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