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merao-mariposa · 2 hours

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*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Chayanne: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife

Lullah: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Phil: if you want information it is

Missa: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

#toast one makes me thing about phil saying this one #why would Missa say de pre-last one?#cuz he is a little shit/j

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merao-mariposa · 2 hours

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You recibe the sun

The one were Philza wakes up and they are sleeping

<3•<3•<3•<3•<3

The creaking of old bones was the only thing that echoed in the room above the soft snores.

The muscles of his wings warmed satisfactorily with the stretch and let them rest again on his husband and children, unconsciously covering and protecting them from the outside world and the morning light that was beginning to come through the window.

The hibernation season in dragons is serious, as they grow years can pass, even millennia and the heart of the poor crow knows that he could not bear that anguish.

Reapers are also known for sleeping a lot when not on duty, something about living between the two planes of existance and something about how demanding it is to harvest souls.

Philza knows what that's like so he treasures having him right now.

Philza's eyes were heavy and he knew he didn't feel like getting up so early this morning, the pillow was still a little cold and the sheets around him were as soft as they were abundant, he almost wanted to get lost in the feel of the material under his wings and on his body. He rolled over onto his stomach and made a satisfied bird noise.

When the blond man finally ventured to open his eyes he got aware that the sun was just rising to greet the residents of the small home, which did’nt seem to bother his platonic husband for the way he curved in pursuit of some warmth sunlight. The sight before him turned Phil's heart into a hot, fuzzy puddle.

His husband, the father of his children and his partner was lying next to him, one of his arms innocently touching his bare bicep as if Missa needed skin-to-skin contact between them every night. no matter how small it was. Chayanne loosely wrapped his short arms around his father's stomach and at his side little Tallulah shrinks to fit perfectly between them so that the two children (as always when they sleep) seek the comfort that Missa radiates just with his sleepy presence.

The sight is more than enough to discourage the blonde man's heavy eyelids from closing again and he allows himself to absorb every little detail of the scene; His children fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like the siblings they are, their tails intertwine with Missa's, surrounding them in a soft and natural touch, his husband's hair is a mess and his daughter's satin cap has come off. at some point in the night so that there are two heads with dark, messy hair in front of him (he refrains from leaving a kiss on the forehead of any of them) Chayanne has the most relaxed expression in the world, he always has an expression of peace and delight when he is with his papá, happy to have the rest he has always deserved, Missa's skeletal arm rested on Chayanne's back securing his children against him in a loving gesture, and Missa-.

His Missa.

Phil's heart skips a beat and slow, and oh torturously slow, he puts his hand between the sheets, feeling around, searching through the things he knows shouldn't be in the bed but you can't blame his tired brain for forgetting to tidy up, pushing away Chay's float is that he reaches and finally gets: his camera.

He puts this closer to his own feathered chest and Missa squirms at his movement, he purrs lightly and one of his ears goes towards him capturing the slightest sound but he doesn't wake up and Phil sighs in relief.

Missa is handsome, even pretty, his torso wrapped in a tank top and the soft sheets, spread all over the bed like if he owned it all alone, he knows that if he were awake he would apologize very embarrassed for it but to Phil he owns more than his bed, in fact, he would get a thousand beds only if Missa suggests wanting more, without even really asking for it, and Phil will bring it to him on a silver platter, which is so corny he wishes he would die and never say it out loud.

His husband's bare face bathes in the soft light of the sun, cat instincts so deep in his brain that Missa seeks to revel in the sun he loves (that shouldn't make Philza blush as if it were about him) even in the realm of dreams, his head splayed out on the pillows, his neck so visible that he almost feels bad for watching so much that Missa's pulse is there, almost feeling it beating under his eyes but you can't blame him after barely having any sign of the cat hybrid, he can and will be greedy for his sleeping partner, thank you very much. The dark fluffy ears at the top of his head were like a crown in his messy black hair, so adorable that Phil wants to coo loudly at them but he stops himself, and finally his face, it should be a crime to hide such a pretty face behind a mask (the same with the soft ears and tail) but the angel of death knew well that it was for reasons of force majeure that the reaper had to keep this contraption close to him.

He was still grateful to have the privilege of seeing Missa’s face that others will never see.

Missa makes a squeaky whimper of his own and the blonde man fears he's woken him up only with the sharp intensity of his eyes (he may be staring at him a little too hard) but instead his face turns until he's face to face with Philza, crawling closer. so close. as the light of the sun allows him.

The moon is facing him and nothing should stop him from leaving a scorching kiss on those pinkish lips that seductively catch the eyes and Philza Minecraft was strong for many things but not really for this.

Philza thought about it and then his instincts called and then he thought again and a slow breath was crossed with what could only be a purr and the greedy crow just gave up; Using his muscle memory quickly shot a picture that frames the perfect shot of the golden sun covering in this light to his family as if he were wanting to preserve them in their sleeping safety, his beloved children are wrapped in a protective embrace, they are so lucky to be together as a complete family and to be able to see their starry eyes when they'll finally wake up, and finally his husband who makes Phil evaporate into little more than a domestic bird, the sky can be tasted from Missa's lips and he knows that with him the weight on his shoulders and on those of Chayanne and in Tallulah's will grow small, Missa is so liberating that he wanted to laugh right here and right now, but it is busy kissing his sleeping reaper's lips.

The loud purring was the only thing that echoed in the room above the soft snores.

#qsmp #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #pissa #qsmp tallulah #death family #qsmp chayanne #short one but i wanted some fluffy thing

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merao-mariposa · 3 hours

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Pissa summer outfits. Philza on the dad beach wear, and Missa bikini GO! (THAT or reverse- Phil did say somethin about a bikini— HIS WORDS NOT MINE!)

#phil is the only one who did talk about a bikini no?

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merao-mariposa · 3 hours

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Hello there! My native language is neither English nor Spanish but since we mentioned the a/b/o again (this time in the qsmp) i wanna share a Bagi/Cellbit alphas idea;

Hear me out Cellbit and Bagi are both alphas, the angst of the siblings who vaguely recognize each other , they can see it because they are twins and even worse smell it on the other. They vaguely recognize the smell they had when they were children but now it is so diluted by time.

It's not even a question of remembering, but of instinct. Bagi instinctively knows that Cell is her brother, when it is fully confirmed it is a w f u l l, it should be great, she should be sohappy but Oh plot twist! She is not happy at all, both ways. Her deepest instinct contradictorily tells her that this is her lost younger twin, but at the same time she does not recognize him, she only recognizes another alpha who until now has all the signs of being a threat, it does not help that her reason and tells her that he cannot trust him but she still loves him because they are still twins of the same pack (if they ever had one at home)

Sorry for bother you if this has been so long but I really like a/b/o angst with instincts

Oh my god I love all of this I want your brain

The idea that before they were confirmed as siblings, they still had that vague feeling that they were familiar. Not only that they had known this person before, but that they had the others scent on them its just

incredible

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merao-mariposa · 3 hours

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I'm so glad to see them againʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

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merao-mariposa · 16 hours

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Hola soy Missa ¿Tú también estás sólo? Si yo también, perdí a mi hermano, me fui de viaje de trabajó no me sentí cómo en casa todo cambió muy rápido, ahora que por fin me sentí bien tuve que dejarlos para no ponerlos en peligro pero quiero regresar y verlos, tengo al mejor compañero, el hijo más valiente y fuerte guerrero y la hija más hermosa también es la más valiente es muy poderosa ¿ Me puedo quedar? Te haré compañía y te contaré más de ellos así no estarás sólo y no pasarás frío.

Hello, I'm Missa. Are you alone too? Yes, I too, I lost my brother, I went on a work trip, I didn't feel like at home everything changed very quickly, now that I finally felt good I had to leave them so as not to put them in danger but I want to go back and see them, I have the best partner, the bravest and strongest warrior son and the most beautiful daughter, she is also the bravest, she is very powerful. Can I stay? I'll keep you company and tell you more about them so you won't be alone and you won't be cold.

#reblog:D #que te hice??#por qué me haces llorar?#/j #qsmp missa #death family

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merao-mariposa · 1 day

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People bringing up Chayanne is a glass child like yeah this has been a huge thing and was one of the culminating points of the fight that happened with Chayanne and Tallulah last year. I love this family sm and I love the way q!Phil is portrayed as a flawed parent

I don’t think a lot of people realize that q!Phil is absolutely incapable of reading emotions specifically Chayanne’s. Especially when Chayanne hides them to act tougher and fine. It’s a double edge sword and it’s nothing that can be fixed if it’s not said to his face.

ex: when Chayanne said that he hated fighting q!Phil he IMMEDIATELY broke into “I’m so sorry” and apologized over and over again you can tell he felt HORRIBLE. He cracked the moment Chayanne started opening up about what he really felt.

q!Phil sucks ass at noticing when his kid feels a certain way and it’s something he KNOWS. It’s why they said they would open up to each other more because q!Phil just /cant/ read his kids minds. And Chayanne is trying his best to slowly let out his emotions and that’s GOOD.

It’s FINE. He doesn’t need to bleed right then and there. It will take time for him to process what happened and it will take time for him to open up and q!Phil will be there ready when he can.

And I know it fucking sucks to see it happen but I for one think it needs to happen.

q!Phil and Chayanne’s relationship is very unique and specific. They believe in each others abilities and trust each other to take care of themselves. Chayanne has always seen his dad as untouchable so imagine how he feels knowing that he’s not invincible?

Chayanne is a mirror image of q!Phil both in all the good and the bad. Things aren’t black and white as most people make it out to be and no q!Phil is not a horrible parent, he’s not a bad guy and no Chayanne does not think less of his father.

Having q!Phil in Chayanne’s life has been so important to his development and it’s been good. He just needs the balance that q!Missa brings. Because in all the flaws that q!Missa has q!Phil is there to pick him up and vice versa.

The death family is the most flawed, troubled, loved, imperfectly perfect family and it’s why I love them so deeply. Because through all the pain and flaws they prefer to go through it together. They love one another and support each other unconditionally.

#reblog:D

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