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“And, what are you Philza?”
Missa had heard from his own son that a deity Name Rose has been watching over them, He then hears from Phil that he was reached out to another God before. That sparks the question "what are you?"
Missa rocked his legs back and forth as he sat on the edge of the tree house, with an anxious face he stared down at the Structure below him.
A kizbo of sorts surrounded by pilers, literal with roses. Mainly he focused on the floating chest in the center, that aperrantly served as a communication route.
He hadn't spoken to the deity yet, he was terrified of accidental offending her, he much rather thought his words out before Putting anything in the chest.
He would soon take note of Phil's approaching footsteps, though he wouldn't turn to meet him; Phil soon seated himself next to Missa, observing the worry look on his partner's face.
"So, this is probably a lot right now." Phil started, "If you have any questions I'd be more than happy to assist!"
Missa keep his gaze on the chest, in regards to questions he had many; he honestly wasn't even sure where to start but feared his silence would worry Phil.
Thus upon hearing Phil let out an patience sigh, he felt compelled to say something. "Who.. Who is she?" He finally asked
"Right, I'm going to simplify this for you." Phill began
"ok?"
"Rose is my Spawn entity, I was reincarnated into that world after I died in my previous one." He leaned forward clasping his hands as he too stared down at the chest. "And I wasn't sure if it was real to be honest; I thought those spaces in-between were just dreams, but her and the um end king found me so.."
"And the End king is another deity?"
"Not a good one."
"oh?!" Phil would regret mention the End kings name, once he noticed the fear in his partners voice.
"But you don't have to worry about that," he clearifided, "Rose will protect us."
"Ok.. and what did you mean by in-between spaces?"
"in-between worlds..the..where I..where Rose spawned me, they were different layers that lead between different worlds and.. how do I break this down.."
Missa finally looked up at Phil, he'd observed him seemingly rock his brain for a quick explanation. Eventually Phil pulled his backpack closer and ramaished through it, he then pulled out a tres leches cake.
"Ok, so." He pointed to the top of the cake, "imagine this is where I spawned, even though I exist up here I can still go," he moved his finger back and forth between the other layers, "between the other layers through void rips and the entities they can go wherever they want basically."
"Mm si.." Missa agreed, "and how did you get there?"
"Missa, Rose spawned me in."
Missa regret his choice in words once he picked up on the slight annoyance in Phil's tone, he didn't mean to make him repeat himself, it was just difficult to find the right words.
"I mean, why, for what reason did Rose put you there?"
"oh," he relaxed his muscle, "well I died in my old world, I guess she wanted to give me a second chance, it wasn't the first time something like that happen." Phil broke of a layer of the tres leches cake then hand it off to Missa, whom appected it grateful.
Phil tilled his head as he thought briefly to himself, "that's not that strange right? We respawn here."
"yes but, you come back as yourself in the same world you died in and they're circumstances where you just won't come back." Missa explained.
He then broke a piece of the cake which he popped in his mouth, "Sólo estoy tratando de entender las reglas". He explained with a full mouth.
Phil shurgged his shoulders, then processed to pick at the remainder of the cake. "It's pretty much the same, just over different worlds."
"you don't even have any childhood memories, Cellbit Y bagi Crecieron en esta isla, ¿Qué pasa contigo?"
"I don't really have any childhood memories." Phil explain, his eyes slowly swing to the opposite direction, it was clear he was uncomfortable with the direction of the questions.
Missa had half a mind to drop the conversation all together, but as much as he loved his husband he knew nothing of him, where he came from, why he came here; If he was allowing questions this would be the best time to ask right?
"Philza, please take no offense to the question I'm going to ask." Missa requested
Phil released a nervous chuckle, "um..ok?"
"What excalty are you?"
"What do you mean..?" He adjusted his position to sit upright, "I'm a bird mate, birdman, crow Father whatever those fuckers." He pointed to the crows seated in the branches about him. "Call me."
Missa stared at the crows briefly before turning his attention back to Phil; annoyance now painted Phil face, yup he was certainly sleeping in the petting zoo this time. "I think what I meant to ask was, Where did you originally come from?"
Phil's face went through a sequences of emotions, from annoyance to curiosity, then to confusion and horror as he became awear of one painful fact.
"You don't have to answer, don't worry about it. Lo siento, fue una pregunta extraña."
"I don't know..." Phil finally answered, "I've just always existed, I've never thought about it.."
'Ay dios mío, I married a God', Missa thought to himself as he processed Phil statement, of course Phil called it reincarnation but to have no memory of a childhood and just existed in different times, then he was more akin to a God than someone who just happened to remember his past lives.
A rather tragic God at that, if he couldn't remember his origins, but no normal being just exist without any memory of where they came from.
"is that unusual?" Phil inquired
"Ah, I just wanted to know." Missa successful dodge the question, "we're married and I don't know anything about you, it's not fair you know haha.."
Phil stared at his partner, it was true he knew very little of him and even after Missa had told him so much about himself, why he frequently went on journeys who he was before that.
Yet the only explaination Phil had for himself was, he always existed; he couldn't help but feel awful for his unsatisfactory answer. He leaned forward letting he arms rest in his lap, he himself then glared at the floating chest below them.
"You should talk to Rose, I want you to meet her." Phil attempted to change the subject.
"ha, I'm really worried I'm gonna offend her." Missa admitted, he couldn't help but feel this was like meeting the parents, and if that's true then he really didn't want to fuck up.
"Nah mate, Rose is really hard to offend, she'll love you.. I'm sure of it." Phil ended with a sad smile.
They sat there a little longer, feeling the cool wind as well as Indulging on the sweet smell of roses; perhaps he'd ask Rose for advice on how to communicate better with his husband.
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Totally not gonna draw this or anything hahhhaah
the flowers led qphil here:)
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Sky sketch dump without any context (I'm trying to warm up sorry)
#headcanons included lmao#I wanted to do more but eeeeehh I'm lazy#sky children of the light#sky cotl#skyblr#fanart#art#Doublefive light catcher#ft. crab whisperer#belonging guide#passage guide#hopeful steward#pleading child
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Headcanon: When You're Having His Child...
Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader
AN: This one is requested by @cevansbaby-dove, and is kind of a continuation of this imagine: When you have morning sickness.
Tags/Warnings: Potential fluff overload.
HC: How Dean, Beau, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would act while you're in labor.
Dean Winchester
Oh, sweet man...
Dean does the thing where he pretends he has his shit together.
He's really trying, for your sake, for his own, and to save face around Sam and Eileen and Jody and everyone else in the hospital waiting room.
They can see it, and he knows it: he's freaking the hell out.
When he's in the room with you, he's either helping you, holding your hand, waiting for you to be dilated enough to start the whole "having a baby" process, or pacing around on those bowlegs, occasionally dragging a hand over his mouth in that telltale nervous gesture.
"Babe, come 'ere," you say with strain. That last contraction really took it out of you. "You're making me even more nervous than I already am."
Dean goes to you and smooths a hand over your hair.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. How're you holding up?"
Tears well up in your eyes, but you try to breathe through it. You're overwhelmed, you're in pain, and you've been in labor for several hours already.
"We're ready for this, right?" you ask, squeezing his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed and makes sure you look him in the eyes.
"We're about to find out," he says, with a bit of teasing. But his gaze is steady when he brings your hand up to his lips. "You don't gotta worry about anything. I'm gonna be with you, come whatever, okay?"
You smile, because you don't just believe him. You know.
Because after years of fighting together, surviving together, living together, you know that this is just one more adventure you get to go on with him by your side.
Now, Dean would rather not see all the gritty details of the birth, but he stays in the delivery room, letting you squeeze the shit out of his hand. He's not going to leave your side. He's wiping sweat from your brow and encouraging you, being whatever kind of support you need.
After the baby's born and the nurses bring her back all cleaned up, Dean holds his daughter for the first time.
He has tears in his eyes. For a long moment, he doesn't even blink. He stares down at that small, perfect face. Already he sees some of your features in her.
He can't put into words how he feels. It's overwhelming in his chest. But one thing is certain...
Dean's never been more grateful to be alive than in this moment.
He blinks, and the first of his tears fall. He brings her to you, sitting down carefully on the edge of your bed again so you can hold her. You're beyond exhaustion, sweaty, and weeping, but one thing is certain...
You've never been more grateful for Dean than in this moment.
You turn to him, giving him a small smile. He returns it, and he leans in to give you a gentle kiss.
"Do you have a name picked out yet?" one of the nurses asks.
You and Dean share a look: his imploring, yours knowing.
"We're not naming her Baby," you warn him.
"Aw, come on."
Beau Arlen
Round 2! 🫡
Beau runs the gambit from excited, to anxious, to freaking the hell out, and back to excited.
This is "Round 2" for him. His second child. But he's had reservations about being an "older" father to a new baby. (He's pushing 50 at this point. No matter how much he keeps in shape, he still feels his age in his bowlegged knees.)
You've assured him that plenty of men have children at his age.
Regardless of his insecurities though, you know he's still over the moon. Beau has always wanted more kids, deep down, and now thanks to you, he's getting his wish.
He's the man who's "prepared for anything."
When your water broke, he already had your to-go bag ready with everything you might need.
But he continues to ask you questions from the moment he's got you out the door to the drive over to the hospital, and even in the lobby.
"You thirsty? You comfortable like that? How's the pain? Just breathe, baby. I gotcha. Watch your step now. You hungry? We've got protein bars in the bag, unless you're cravin' something else. First things first, let's check in. Oh, I hope we can getcha in a private room. Let's see--oh damn, they sure are packed today, huh? Okay, how're you holdin' up? How's the pain, level of 1 to 10? Yep, got it, hold my hand. Just breathe through it. I gotcha."
Bless him. The man means well, but he's driving you freakin' crazy.
"Beau, I know. If you don't take a breath, I'm gonna pop you in the damn nose."
He tries not to smile at your grumpiness. "...Okay, I hear ya. Let's just get you into your room."
He rarely leaves your side during the entire labor, just to get you anything you might actually need. The radio at his belt occasionally goes off for work, but he apologizes, having forgotten to turn it off. He put Jenny in charge while he's gone.
"Let's just hope the precinct's still standing when I get back," he jokes. He finally turns off the radio and takes it off his belt, to your relief. And he returns his undivided attention to you.
Beau witnessed the birth of his daughter Emily, so he's no stranger to being in the delivery room. He even ventures past the curtain when your son is born, breathing air into his little lungs and letting out a powerful cry.
Beau laughs with tears in his eyes. "That's my boy."
When the nurses place him into your arms first, Beau supports your hold and brushes your sweaty hair back from your face. "Good job, honey. Good job."
"I know," you tease weakly.
Beau chuckles. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and looks down at the small bundle in your arms and his.
"We have a son," Beau says. His eyes are red and shining. "I have a son."
"You have a son," you nod. You look over at him and lean in for a kiss. He obliges you, and rests his forehead against yours afterwards.
Life is meant for moments like this, he thinks.
He's damn grateful it's with you.
Soldier Boy (Ben)
Readers of Strong as Blood in the BMD-verse will recognize some of this HC...
This day has been a long time coming, for both of you.
He smells like cigar smoke when he comes back into your recovery room. For which you have no doubt, Ben had been puffing away with Butcher and M.M. outside the hospital.
Ben was with you for most of the lead up to the birth, but you actually agreed that having him in the delivery room wasn't a good idea. He never did well with you in pain, and with his temper, he might just scare the shit out of the doctor and nurses.
He strides toward you though, when he enters the room. He lays a hand on your head and another on the baby's tuft of brown, downy hair.
"We have a daughter," you tell him, with a watery smile.
Part of him still twinges with disappointment. He didn't react well when he found out you weren't carrying a boy, his future son.
(You'd given him enough hell that he never brought up the subject again.)
But that all fades away when he looks down at his daughter's face.
He carefully sits on the edge of your bed, but he's suspended in time. His chest tightens in a way he's never experienced before.
It's almost like pain, but not. Not at all.
He brushes a thumb along the baby's soft cheek. He's almost hesitant to touch her, knowing how fragile she is.
"Beautiful, like her mother," he says at last. And he means it.
He earns your smile.
"Flatterer," you accuse. You know you look as wrecked as you feel. Somehow, none of that matter's whenever you look at your child's face.
You look over at Ben with a shining smile. His lips twitch. He leans in and meets your lips with a kiss, slow and deep and intimate in this quiet little room.
“You okay?” he asks you, after he pulls away. “Got everything you need?”
He’s become even more protective, of course, but also more attentive to you. Especially in the last few months of your pregnancy, seeing how uncomfortable you've become.
It warms you every time, when you consider how rough, how stoic, and how damn-near emotionally repressed he can be.
It seems that fatherhood is beginning to soften him, even before he begins. You quirk a smile at the thought, and at his question.
“Imagine pushing a super melon out of your dick. That’s how I’m doing,” you say cheekily.
He snorts a bit loudly at that, and you shush him, as if it wasn’t your fault he was laughing. He expects nothing less from you.
“But I’m okay,” you answer his second question. “All I need right now is you.”
Ben considers you, a slightly gentler smile curving his lips, and he nods.
“All right,” he says. In this moment, he realizes that his entire world is in this room.
He’d never admit it, but it's a terrifying thought, for a man who once had everything and nothing.
You unknowingly stop the path of his thoughts when you ask him, "Want to hold her for a while?"
Ben perks up at attention. He's a bit uncertain on how exactly to hold the baby, but he can't lose face and tell you that. So he just accepts the bundle when you place her in his arms.
As he looks down at a small face that already has some of his features, he inhales a faltering breath.
It's the first time you ever see true tears in his eyes, despite how much he resists. One manages to draw a path down his cheek.
“You know, you’re blessed to have my genes, sweetheart,” he says. It elicits a knowing scoff out of you. “But you’re also lucky as hell to have your mom.”
Ben looks up and finds the predictable well of tears forming in your eyes. His smirk softens around the edges.
“She’s the best damn woman you’re ever gonna meet,” he says.
AN: All right, I'll stop. 😭 I hope you enjoy this one, fluff overload and all! Who was your favorite this time: Dean, Beau, or Ben? 💜
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If Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun ever have children, then Shang Qinghua would definitely struggle to come up with a name for them because he created so many characters and he wants the name to be original
If Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe ever have children, then Shen Qingqiu would absolutely name them after his favorite PIDW characters without hesitation
#sqh crossing out names on a list: no no i already used that one!#mbj holding their child: you're tiny so i shall call you tiny#sqq: i think we should call our child mingyan#lbh crying: shizun is still interested in lmy???#shang qinghua#airplane shooting towards the sky#mobei jun#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#luo binghe#moshang#bingqiu#mxtx#svsss#scum villian self saving system
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So, in PIDW, there was obviously wife plots that could bring back the dead (mushroom body being one of them), and since we know Airplane is a hack that reuses concepts over and over, there’s probably multiple wife plots that could work, so like, where’s the PIDW fics where Liu Qingge somehow comes back to life, memories of Shen Jiu trying to save him intact, and goes to hunt the asshole down so he can repay his life debt, and along the way accidentally clears Shen Jiu’s name of all his crimes and now everyone is convinced Shen Qingqiu is a saint.
#I’m imagining this being around the time of the trial arc where lbh has sqq in the water prison and has probably already started his torture#maybe sqq is physically crippled after this or maybe lqg goes on a quest to get him a mushroom body either way it’ll be so much angst!!#sqq deserves to not be tortured okay?? because while child abuse isn’t okay neither is the cycle of abuse and also? I’m pretty sure other#peak lords treated their disciples worse you’re telling me lqg who apparently beat his disciples ritually every month or so was better??#ALSO? airplane is a confirmed hack and I don’t belive him when he’s the one telling use sqq is evil (he wrote the og book after all)#mxtx hell#mxtx fandom#liushen#liujiu#liu qingge#svsss shen jiu#original shen qingqiu#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#svsss shen qingqiu#svsss fandom#svsss#mxtx svsss#svsss au#sqq svsss#svsss fanfiction#svsss fic#svsss liu qingge#scumbag system#scum villain self saving system#danmei#pidw#proud immortal demon way#airplane shooting towards the sky
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A little birdie told me we enjoy moths in this house
#i cant believe i forgot to post this#this is from AGES AGO#god i have so much sky stuff to post still#save an introvert adopt a moth#for the low price of 1 candle you can own a clumsy child today!!!#sky cotl#sky children of the light#dumb stupid idiot ember#i say lovingly#moth#doodle#my art#sketch
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History of Flock
#flock#doodle heaven#sky children of the light#sky cotl#thatskygame#sky cotl oc#fluffy#self-absorbed mother#impatient father#sorry if the dark stone one is quite uncomfortable the posing is intentional#child abuse tw
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Kind of based on a dream
#art#my art#sky cotl fanart#sky children of the light#that game sky#skychildrenofthelight#skykid#sky children of the light fanart#sky cotl#skyblr#that sky game#sky game#thatskygame#star child
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NO I WILL NOT STOP REBLOGING DISCORD DIED THIS IS ALL I HAVE
And in the centre a box with a book and a painting, and Philza half-recognises her this time...
"She actually found me. I'm really glad she found me."
(and fade to black, and presumably stream ends...)
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My favorite qsmp head cannon is rose being Phil's mom not metaphorically or symbolically, I mean his actually parent.
I know she's the spawn entity but Phil once call her "my spawn entity" and my brain has latched onto that!
Also that probably makes the ender king the bad influence alcoholic uncle lol
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Windy is just like that
Fanfic prompt: there are quite some fics that portray the windwaker as a literal conductor
And have wind use the abilities of the windwaker
Like the sky gets darker when he gets upset
It rains if he is sad
And it storms if he is angry
But like controlling the wind is not the only ability of the windwaker
You can change day and night with the song of passing
You can also straight up command people (command melody)
And in phantom hourglass you can control time and see ghosts
Like imagine him having an actual panic attack from the point of view of like Wild who already experienced a big calamity
Like there is a hurricane appearing
The sun and moon are fighting for their spot on the sky (till it ends up a solar eclipse)
The wind is strong enough that actual boulders are flying off the ground
And you feel something commanding you to go there (wind really wants someone to stop him )
The time in several places is going out of control
And on top of that your ghost friends are freaking out because of something
You are convinced that that is divine punishment
And that the world will end
Like imagine the sheer shock that any of the chain will experience when it turns out to be wind
#linked universe#lu wind#lu time#lu legend#lu sky#lu warriors#lu wild#lu hyrule#lu four#lu twilight#wind waker#phantom hourglass#wind be like: hippity hoppity the sun and moon are my property#and the entire sky too#wind as the spirit of time#because the youngest member of their team is essentially a baby god#like holy shit#that is a child#and he has a mental breakdown
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Prompt 333
I once more believe Battinson Batman needs to be given a child. Or multiple. Multiple children. I am also once more rotating Ghosts Have Wings Au.
So Batman, still early in his whole vigilante career ends up busting a shipment, nothing too surprising there. Pretty usual honestly. Except for what was in one of the crates already open. Because it looks like some sort of gemstones but… perfectly spherical. Strange. Suspicious.
But it’s also late, er, early in the morning, and the GCPD is notoriously corrupt, so like, he’s not going to just leave the weird gemstones, each about the size of a plum or so. (Dear Gotham he’s apparently hungry, and might inwardly vow to never let anyone realize what his tired mind decided to use as measurement)
So he, unknowingly spurred on by more than just a slight bit of ecto contamination, takes the strange spheres back home. Just puts them in his pockets and heads back to the manor that they moved back into after the whole Riddler mess. (He even found a cool cave! With a bunch of terrifying bats, but they made a glass separator! For safety!)
But in Bruce’s defense of forgetting about them, he’s more than a little tired and hungry and just wants to sleep for a bit, y’know? So maybe he forgets about the gems as he falls asleep in the chair in the cave (Alfred was not pleased!) until he starts digging around for them. Erm. Did they fall out somewhere?? There’s no holes in his belt pockets…
And maybe these sort of things shouldn’t slip his mind, the spheres had felt Weird with a capital W, but he gets forced to a circus and there’s an… accident. So maybe he pushed it away as not important because there’s now an angry grieving eight-year old living with him and he’s panickedly reading any and all sort of parenting books he can get a hold of because he has no clue what he’s doing.
Yeah, maybe his back is itching like crazy no matter what he tries, and maybe he threw up the other day, but it’s fine. This is fine.
….
Oh dear Gotham those are feathers, this is not fine- ALFREEED!
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Ghosts Have Wings#The difference between ecto contaminated & Liminal is liminals form Cores#Bruce (forming a core thanks to literally carrying cores) is now sprouting his own wings#Dick is ecstatic really because Holy Guacamole! Wings! Will he get wings?!#(He does indeed get wings from all the ecto Bruce begins to give off)#Does this count as mpreg? Bruce isn’t even aware poor dude lol#Bruce’s wings are practically Black 4.0 and trail flickers of shadow & flecks of metal like Gotham’s darkness has come alive#Dick’s start like a normal robin bird’s but shift into something akin to the night sky & a burst of glitter at the back#As his core develops from a baby to a proper storm core#His wings light up if hit with electricity & he adores the extra intimidation it gives him#Fuck it let Bruce get Jason early (catches the tire iron without fully registering because Liminal instincts are Screaming#To take this tiny ass ecto-contaminated orphan back home & bundle them up in feathers & blankets#The dad instincts are hitting this early twenty-something year old Hard#He might’ve nearly stolen tiny child Tim at one point (Tim came over because the power was out & nanny was late from an attack)#Leslie (tired): Congrats it’s quadruplets#Bruce: Wut#cryptid batman#cryptid batfam#they deserve it#as a treat#Tumblr don't delete my tags challenge
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Child of lightning AU
A perfect future where no one hides any secrets from one another and everyone is happy! Just chilling together as a Chain (feat. Brea the fairy) ))
One day, one day, my bois)
Also Wild showing off his dragon athleticism and skill with bow and arrow) Show off!
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I've seen amnesia plotlines in fanfiction where Shen Qingqiu believes he and Luo Binghe are lovers (before the end of svsss), but how about instead it's an amnesia plotline where Shang Qinghua believes that Luo Binghe is his actual son
#lbh: wait shang-shishu was my father this entire time???#sqh: piling affection onto my child is a normal thing im sure i did all the time#mbj: qinghua fucked tianlang-jun?!?!#somebody make this happen#im too lazy to do it on my own#shang qinghua#airplane shooting towards the sky#luo binghe#mxtx#mxtx svsss#svsss#scum villian self saving system
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