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SOME SIIILLLLLLY THINGS, FROM MY LAS-NEVADAS BIG Q COSPLAY FOOTAGE 👊👊👊👊👊

.......so huh.....

I'm terribly cold after all this..☄️☄️☄️☄️

[quackitybowl]

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WUUUUUU

krima

[spottys-rathole]

HI HELLO les asks sont fermés sur ton art blog donc je me pose dans le coin :3c

Love love love your Team du Lundi designs, and I’d love to hear more about Zera’s specifically!! Why the non-human look, why’d you make him a hologram? 👀

Also this is a free space to talk about any of the other designs I want to know everything please and thank you

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J'ai 84 ans pardon normalement c'est réglé hiiiiiiiiiiiii ty so so much raaaah

So why not draw him as human ? :

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Back from when I used to play on online multiplayer Minecraft servers when I was like 14, there was only two genders : catgirl with the exact same bang of hair that hid one eye and the most mathematically accurate gradient hair & gamer boy with headphones and who's colour palette was strictly black combined with one single very primary colour (/lh my brother and I ironically fell exactly in that very binary scale)

And Zerator's skin. Is exactly that Which makes sense, he claims to have started playing minecraft in 2012, and according to Name.mc he's never changed his skin since (he updated it once but the design stays the same)

My headcanon is that he is some self aware autonomous AI bound to a drone which projects a hologram to communicate with people for a better body language understanding

The idea is that he was programmed a decade ago and hasn't gotten an update since. So the design of his hologram's never changed and has thus remained that typical nostalgic look

Since he does not have a biological body = he does not have any needs apart from charging up his batteries every now and then which is my justification as to why he was not as present as everyone else on the server

I like to think that he used to be some sort of robot assistant and that old habits die hard Canonically people call him "the public services" a lot because he would spend most of his time on the server lending a hand to people either with their own building projects or while they were out adventuring. I just like the picture of him dropping whatever he was doing upon being called for an emergency and rushing in sirens all out just to find Baghera stuck in a pit with a horse (fOr ExAMpLE)

Also I'm sure there's something to dig with him being a black and green hovering computer, you know just something something his friendship with Etoiles and Etoiles' blind trust towards something else specifically (actually idk im not up yet to date with that guy's lore lol)

Also @massivefanmilkshake wrote

"I think your Zerator kind of has the same vibe as Vector from Despicable Me and it really fits him"

and I haven't stopped giggling since

[merao-mariposa]

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.

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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.

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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!”

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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.

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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 💞💞

[thehomelycollective]

for our Q

-Clay

Is it possible for an introject to have to relearn their native language? Or do they remember it when they arrive?

If the body doesn’t know it, they will not know it.

[twigthedogggg]

Haven’t drawn BigQ in a while and felt like drawing him so uh ya :P

[waddei]

No, like nothing against Quackity himself but I was preying on QSMP's downfall because people wouldn't shut up about it being DSMP but good or acting as if they're above DSMP somehow. Nothing will ever be DSMP, peace and love on the planet earth.

LOWKEYYYYY. i wished qsmp the bestcus i love bigQ but like. the fans acting like they where better than dsmp where UNBEARABLEEE so i will say i giggled when all the troubles starting to bubble up. whatever tho not ctommy not my problem

[hopgender-rq]

AAAA INTRO POST IM NERVOUS!!

My name is Karl! I use he/they/honk/hop/swirl/🐰/🐇/🌀/💟 pronouns!!

I’m part of a DID system and I’m RadQueer!!

I’m a fuzztive of Karl Jacobs, leaning more towards fictive of c!Karl

I’m mainly anti-contact for harmful(?) paras (I’m not sure that’s the right way to word it) but I’m entirely pro-consent so as long as you’re being consentful then you do you ^^

I identify as pansexual and non-binary!! I also use Xenogenders, mainly hopgender, which is a gender I’m pretty sure I coined that’s connected to small hopping animals (like frogs, bunnies, mice)

I don’t think I’m gonna include any other IDs or paras or anything in my intro, just cause I’m not as comfortable sharing them, but I’ll probably talk about them in other posts!!

My bf (who runs the main blog this is a side-blog of) is @rq-bigq :D !! Kissing him mwuah mwuah mwuah (we Are polyamorous so flirting and such is A-OK !! ^^)

Love you all, have a nice day !!

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BigQ doodles in progress :]

if only I had a good camera 😩

[quackity1999]

BigQ why was your shirt strange back then during l'manberg. the blue one with the shoulder bits

THIS ONE????? yeah, uhhh. that was a manufacturing issue. but it was the last one they Ever made so they. um. i mean i didn't have the fucking time to get that shit repaired!!! yknow? so. its not strange. its not strange, pal, it was Unique. plus it cost me less bec.ause it was low stock 😎😎💪💪👍👍

[totoshappylife]

Measurement-Induced Multimode Squeezed Light Interferometers with Scalable

Excerpt from PDF: Measurement-Induced Multimode Squeezed Light Interferometers with Scalable Architectures Abhinav Verma,∗Jacob Hastrup,† Jonas S. Neergaard-Nielsen, and Ulrik L. Andersen‡ Center for Macroscopic Quantum States (bigQ), Department of Physics, Technical University of Denmark, Fysikvej, 2800 Kongens Lyngby, Denmark (Dated: March 19, 2025) In the rapidly expanding realm of photonic…

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BigQ / What might craftsmanship look like in the 21st century?

[merao-mariposa]

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

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! encontre un clip pasión de gavilanes y esto nacio(no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandona su ajetreada vida en la ciudad cuando un sobre misterioso llega a su puerta citandolo a nombre del Badolero BigQ

La araña escarlata a desaparecido y Quakity busca por todos los amigos de aquella epoca con la esperanza de que ayuden a encontrarlo. Y aún que Missa es extremadamente reacio a volver a una vida que solo trajo dolor a su puerta pero se encuentra incapaz de cerrarle una puerta en la cara a un amigo.

El pueblo es justo como lo recordaba de sus paseos nocturnos solo que ahora esta mas lleno y vivo que nunca! sus ojos se demoran en como los niños corren detras de si con espadas de madera, inconscientes del como en las afueras del pueblo, cuando el atardecer empieza a atenuarse hasta convertirse en la noche los bandoleros salen a saquear lo que encuentren, matar ganado, y robando de los cultivos. Todo para pasar al siguiente pueblo el dia después.

Fue una vida agotadora, e incluso cuando ya termino sabe que no lo abandonara del todo, nunca podra tener sus propios hijos o alguien por quien dar la vida.

Mientras suspira pensando en como seria mucho mas digno morir en los brazos de un amate que un callejon después de una pelea de bar una repentina presión en sus piernas lo hace perder su equilibrio, ya de por si malo, y caer contra el piso arenoso lleno de rocas.

Levanto la mirada, escaneando con sus ojos morados la causa de la caida y ahi lo ve, un niño pequeño de a lo mucho 7-6 años esta sentado en el piso frente a el, alterado y con sus rodillas sangrantes; el claro culpable de la colicion sucedida.

El niño se disculpa rapidamente pero el ceño fruncido en su cara lo hace creer otra cosa, no duda que lo lamente pero hay algo mas ahí, antes de que el hombre pueda hablar el niño gruñe enojado hacia sus rodillas, suena mas como un ruido molesto que lastimero y se apresura a coger una espada de madera que seguro perdió en la caída con un gesto brusco.

Missa conoce esa ira, la a visto antes y sabe que a donde lleva no es un lugar para un niño.

Asi que lo detiene suavemente de hacer cualquier movimiento, "Esos son raspones bastante desagradables los que tienes ahi, chico" Missa se levanta en toda su extensión, tapando un poco el sol con su espalda y Chayanne solo se queda sorprendido por el mínimo el segundo antes de intentar reponder, pero Missa sigue resueltamente "todo el mundo sangra después de un fea herida" "pero eso es lo que vale la pena de ellas, dejan una marca bajo la sangre como el dios de la sangre, sabias?”

Chayanne niega timidamente con la cabeza de pronto toda su rabia ardiente como lava se siente fria, la curiosidad reemplaza el enojo y no puede evitar preguntarse si es ese dios de la sangre tan cool como suena? su padre le ha contado sobre multiples dioses como quien cuenta cuentos para dormir, pero su favorito siempre a sido sobre el guerrero legendario Technoblade, no cree que ese dios de la sangre sea mas cool!

Dan un paseo por la plaza y Chayanne puede empezar a admitir que el dios de la sangre puede que sea cool, no mas cool que su padre o su heroe! pero es tan ominoso y genial sobretodo cazando a sus presas que suenan tan molestas con su “Quaks” desesperados, le recuerdan a cierto profesor!

Estos Quaks pueden no ser geniales (más bien molestos) pero este hombre misterioso lo es, en cierto punto. Parece que siempre sabe que decir, su tono de voz es confiado y alegre como de quien conversa con un buen amigo pese a haberlo conocido hace solo unos minutos y de mala manera. No parece importarle que Chayanne lo haya derribado sobre el piso duro o su animosidad inicial (que en su defensa no era contra el señor alto, era más contra sí mismo) incluso se asegura suavemente que no hay nada malo con lloriquear cuando asisten con Mr Bad para que le limpie y le aplique una pomada en sus rodillas, Chayanne es uno guerrero así que lo lloro no se quejo! Pero él le permitió estrujar su mano durante le proceso si lo necesitaba.

Cuando él señor levemente genial y Mr Bad se empezaron al poner al día rápidamente noto como en vez esforzarse por entrar a la charla de los adultos él señor alto lo empujaba lentamente a descansar un poco.

Él le trae un vaso con agua y distrae a Bad para que Chayanne pueda robar algunos caramelos extra de su “bolsillo para buenos muffins”.

Los compartirá con su hermanita.

Ese hombre puede que sea de hecho un tipo cool.

Sus ojos son morados, Chayanne nota.

Le agrada ese tipo.

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Philza es un hombre tranquilo que a tenido su dosis justa de aventuras en la vida, pero eso ya termino. Ahora es un simple samaritano con dos hijos.

En sus ultimos años de vagar por el mundo escucho un rumor sobre y una especie de vaquero calavera que aterroziba el pueblo de Quesadilla en el condado Q.Essempi, inmediatamente decidio establecerse con su dos hijos ahí.

Llamalo loco, el mismo se regaña a veces por buscar una ultima aventura con dos niños tan pequeños, practicamente bebes, a cuestas pero algo dentro de el lo impulsaba a creer que habia algo mas en Quesadilla, algo maravilloso esperando por el. Intento preguntarle a su diosa no hubo respuesta directa pero al alba cuando su pequeña Tallulah abrio los ojos, finalmente se habian definido. Eran morados.

Ojos morados enormes que lo miraban con tanta inocenncia que juro que nunca habria dolor en sus vidas, ni de ella o su hermano mayor. Lo tomo como la respuesta de su diosa para quedarse en el pueblo y vivir pacíficamente.

Y así pasaron los años en el pueblito, el pequeño Chayanne tenía muchas energía, que generalmente usaba para apuñalar a los otros residentes y la pequeña tallulah crecería para ser una niña realmente alta! Muda y extremadamente talentosa con la música, Philza estaba orgulloso de ella se preguntaba si ese talento musical era lagun tipo de bendición porque de él no lo había aprendido.

Vio el pueblo cambiar con los años, gente ir y venir, gente que hablaba inglés, gente que hablaba francés, gente que hablaba portugués y gente que hablaba español, era con mucho el lugar más variado donde había estado y se sentía cómodo de que aún sin moverse constantemente sus hijos también pudieran aprender de otras culturas.

Diablos Chayanne incluso estaba aprendiendo alemán con su madrina Niki!

Philza no podía estar más feliz, de no ser porque de vez en cuando sentía algo solo similar a un tirón de pelo, en lo profundo de su pecho, en su corazón. Como si tuviera que voltear a algún lado, buscar algo, algo que esperaba por él y que le hacía falta incluso sin saberlo.

Podría dejarlo en que es viejo e ignorarlo, dejarlo pasar de no se porque sabía que era su diosa, señalándole algo que se había perdido o que profetizaba sería importante. Así fue cuando encontró a sus hijos, su cabeza zumbaba, no del todo, ahí arrastrándolo por la sala de adopciones, su corazón se sentía más liguero ahora que el pequeño paquete que pronto se nombraría Chayanne por las instalaciones estaba acunado en su pecho.

Pero la necesidad instintiva de avanzar no se detendría hasta encontrar a una diminuta y abandonada criatura, que resultó en ser la niña olvidada y abandonada por las instalaciones de adopción; Tallulah.

Era fácil suponer que después de encontrarla su idea de retirarse fue más que bienvenido y Phil decidió sacudirse el recuerdo de esas horribles instalaciones, no quería recordarlas y mucho menos que sus hijos supieran de esos cabrones federación, irresponsables.

Pero eso está en el pasado

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Phil suspiro, sus años de viajero y superviviente habían arruinado sus papilas gustativas. Hubiera estado bien antes si fuera solo él solo, pon un poco de aguacate en ese pan y sigue con el día. Pero ahora tenía dos niños y ciertamente Tallulah está arta de las tostadas de aguacate, Chayanne no va a luchar pero su hijo demora mucho su mirada en él cuando está cocinando, tratando de detenerlo telepáticamente.

El pensamiento lo hace reír ligeramente Phil es lo suficientemente funcional como para hacer una pasta decente que lo alimente a él y a dos niños, puede ver desde la ventana frente al fregadero su jardín de atrás. Tallulah está alimentando a algunos cuervos que se pasan por ahí, algunos incluso lo siguen durante el día! la niña se ríe de Brayan cuando accidentalmente empieza a ahogarse en el vivero para aves que instalaron especialmente para Esperanza y el corazón de Phil se derrite por un segundo cuando nota como algunos se posan de forma protectora frente a la niña (antes de distraerse y emperezar a ser caóticos, de nuevo) la imagen le recuerda que ya está la comida y su nido está vacío así que se apresura a abrir la ventana, llamar a Tallulah y salir a buscar a Chay. Probablemente esté vagando por el pueblo otra vez o se entretuvo con Ramón.

Sea como sea su hijo es fuerte, él conoce a las personas del pueblo como la palma de su mano y sabe que nunca le harían daño a su hijo, lo sabe y no se encuentra a sí mismo para estar preocupado. aún así corre, apresurado, no sabe porque pero siente que debe apresurarse antes de que se vaya, antes de que se vaya que? no lo sabe pero se mantiene rapido, buscando con la mirada a su alrededor y su corazón late agitado y anhelante, tirando mas rapido, tirando de su corazón susurrando un nombre que nunca habia oido antes.

Llega al centro del pueblo, no vio que algunos de los cuervos lo habían seguido moviéndose furiosamente por los aires vibrando y caw de emoción, están absolutamente extasiados, los cuervos saben algo que él, lo que solo lo hace querer reír, esta listo, lo a estado desde hace tanto tiempo, donde está, donde está, necesita verlo necesita-

“Chayanne!”

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El niño deja de reír de alguna de las bromas que hizo Missa, su pequeño rostro se ilumina ante la voz que grita, quien asume es su padre. Ambos se parecen, piel clara y cabello amarillo paja, Missa se detiene súbitamente inseguro de acercarse al hombre guapo con el sombrero a rayas ay dios y si cree mal de él? se quiere morir, lo vio ladrandose con uno de los perros de vigilancia para hacer reír? Lo vio interpretando música con una botella random que encontró? Dios que alguien por favor lo mate.

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Antes de que él pueda decidir si acercarse lentamente al hombre y agradecerle por encontrar a su hijo o por el contrario alejar a Chayanne del tipo extremadamente alto y desconocido pero entonces lo ve, ve como uno de sus cuervos se posa en el hombro del hombre misterioso como si lo hubiera hecho antes como si pertenecía ahí y sus ojos se permiten vagar una vez está lo suficientemente cerca al rostro del desconocido y oh… uh oh es guapo, no solo guapo, sino su tipo, maldición.

Un hombre alto, de cara bonita, cabello negro largo y vestimenta tirando a colores oscuros con azules brillantes, lo mira a los ojos antes de apartar la mirada nerviosamente y Phil ahora no solo quiere reír sino carcajearse.

Lo encontro. Ni siquiera es un "eso" sino un "él". Chayanne mira confundido el intercambio (o la falta de) entre los dos adultos y Phil casi quiere abofetear al cuervo cuando le lanza una mirada que solo puede definir como un "Te lo dije". Pero eso puede esperar ahora que tiene que presentarse ante el tipo que buscaba, que estuvo buscando, sin siquiera saberlo. Intenta hablar antes de que el chico se haga más pequeño sobre si mismo.

Ocultando su sonrojo lo mejor que puede, Phil extiende una mano, notando que el extraño había estado acariciando nerviosamente al cuervo en su hombro, Phil respira y finalmente se presenta.

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

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El post original tenia unas traducciones pero ahora que estamos hablando español, pues f, no? AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! Quería que esto fuera breve, quería escribir algo más en Death Duo (forma platónica) pero mi crisis de sueño tomó el control y he estado en esto todo el día, ¡Pissa Nation, esta es mi oferta! asterisco-reverencia-asterisco/j Muchas gracias por apoyar mi primera publicación, ustedes fueron encantadores <3 Ahora intertare hacer la version español del post anterior, perdonen los errores ortograficos no tengo mucha experiencia en la escritura, también vuelvo a mencionar que el título viene de la canción, no esperen cosas explícitas porque simplemente no me siento cómoda haciéndolo. Gracias por leer los quiero mucho 💞💞

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haven’t drawn BigQ in like a year so I drew him <3