#missa/techno

[the-blaze-empress]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia/Technoblade, Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia/Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade/Phil Watson | Philza, Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia/Technoblade/Phil Watson | Philza Characters: Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia, Technoblade, Phil Watson | Philza Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Polyamory, Piglin Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Reaper Ángel Missael Castañeda Vega | MissaSinfonia, Avian Phil Watson | Philza, there is So Much lore here that i will Not explain, Sleepy Kisses, no beta we die! Summary:

“May I?”

Missa’s question is soft, gentle, just like he is. The fire crackles away, and Phil is fast asleep at Technoblade’s side, meaning it’s just the two of them right now. Just the two of them, and… whatever they are.

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hi have a rarepair that im Really Incredibly Normal about! <3 its me its like the only guy ever interested in missa/techno i just think that them, okay?

[bubvy]

They're happiky having a picnic on hardcore and you can't tell me otherwise

[eugecreator]

*taps on a microphone* Testing testing...

Hello hello, wonderful people! :D

My name's Euge! I'm a small artist who dropped back in this social after sooo long, just to share some silly art I do! ^^

I'm a traditional art student with a huuuge love for watercolors! I will hop on digital art someday as well 👀

You can also find me on Istagram, X and TikTok! And, for now, I hope you enjoy my silly little art! :D

Let me drop you some things that I drew lately <3

Credits time! :D

-Cross!Sans from Xtale/Underverse by @jakei95

-Dream!Sans from Dreamtale by @jokublog

-Ink!Sans by @comyet

(Human versions by me)

[os-ss]

Phil's caring husbands

[moshgrave]

CHAYANNE FOR MY SOUL!

[dramaticcrow]

Niños Craft + Chay!!!!💖💖

(Me acabo de dar cuenta que dice muete en vez de muerte, lo arreglaré mañana Jsjsjsj)

La referencia de los chicos en My Amethyst! Estuve trabajando en esto durante un tiempo :33

Posiblemente les haga un dibujo más adecuado más adelante^^

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Se nota que no hay favoritos en la casa jsjsjsj

Aunque adoro a todos los niños, no tengo favoritos ☺️ (mentira)

[by-speaker]

Rituals (ENG. VER)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words and Happy Halloween!

There were rituals that were purely Missa — lighting incense every morning, leaving offerings of fresh bread and water, murmuring blessings in Nahuatl while hanging fresh cempasúchil in the windows. Santa Muerte had its own traditions to uphold, after all.

There were rituals that were uniquely Philza's — boiling water three times for morning tea, hanging horseshoes over every new door, whispering ‘white rabbit’ on the first day of the month. The Angel of Death had his own customs to observe.

And then there were the rituals they had created together, as a family.

Every night, without fail, Missa would tuck Tallulah in while Philza read a story to Chayanne. Then they would exchange children — Philza would kiss Tallulah's forehead and tuck in her nightcap, while Missa would sing softly to Chayanne until his eyes closed. It was their nightly ritual, as sacred as any ceremony.

‘Why do they always have to do everything in that order?’ asked Chayanne once, half asleep.

‘Because that's the way it should be,’ Missa replied simply, running his bony fingers through his son's blond hair. ‘Like the sun rises every morning and the moon rises every night.’

Sundays had their own rituals. Philza refused to do laundry, of course, but he compensated by helping Missa clean the altars. It was a curious sight - Death and the Angel of Death, side by side, dusting off the offerings and swapping wilted flowers for fresh ones.

‘Isn't it a bit redundant that Death has an altar?’ asked Philza once, as she held up a fresh bouquet of cempasúchil.

Missa smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement beneath his mask. ‘Isn't it redundant that the Angel of Death fears bad luck?’

Tallulah had her own rituals as well. Every morning, without fail, she brushed her hair exactly one hundred times — she had counted it once and refused to do it any other way ever since. Then Missa or Philza (whoever was available) would braid her hair, always ending with a purple ribbon.

‘It has to be purple,’ she insisted in sign language. ‘It's the colour of royalty.’

‘Of course, princess,’ Philza replied each time, as Missa hid his smile behind his mask.

Chayanne, for his part, kept a secret ritual that not even his parents knew about. Every night, before going to sleep, he would take out his Technoblade stuffed animal and tell him about his day in whispers. He would tell her about his training, about Tallulah's antics, about the stories Missa brought back from her travels, about Philza's superstitions.

‘I know it's silly,’ he once confessed to his stuffed animal, ’but I like to think that somehow you can hear me.’

What Chayanne didn't know was that Missa, being who she was, could ensure that somewhere in the afterlife, Technoblade smiled every time he heard his little admirer's stories.

[kafiguas]

Shopping

[drxbloom]

Quackity going for chayanne first is like a new player immediately heading straight towards the final boss not knowing there's another boss there....waiting and striking the moment quackity lays a hand on chayanne.

[yourpalsalamander]

Sala amander makes art, in Salamander's opinion it is very good :]

it's my kid design of the QSMP egg Chayanne. The art it based on that one clip that everybody loves where Philza tells Chayanne that he reminds him of Techno.

español: es mi diseño de niño del huevo qsmp Chayanne. el arte se basa en ese clip donde Philza le dice a Chayanne que le recuerda a Technoblade.

português:

é o design infantil do ovo qsmp Chayanne. A arte é baseada naquele clipe em que Philza diz a Chayanne que ele o lembra de Technoblade.

français: C'est ma conception d'enfant de l'oeuf qsmp Chayanne. L'art est basé sur ce clip où Philza dit à Chayanne qu'il lui rappelle Technoblade.

[cosmic-d1ce]

I so badly hope that when Forever and Missa fight for Phil's affection that Forever is just as dramatic as he's been this whole time

I want a dramatic speech professing his undying love, i want him to admit its not even about Brunim anymore and he would destroy worlds for Phil if he just gives him the chance, they could be so powerful together, together they can make sure no eggs are harmed again! They could do anything if they were together, Forever just needs a chance to prove himself

I want drama im rooting for Forever

[sundewhasaudhd]

I made a lotta things on picrew :3

SUNDEW (ME :D)

WILBUR

QUACKITY

RANBOO

CLEMENTINE

PURPLED

CHARLIE

FUNDY

TUBBO

PHIL

KRISTEN

TECHNO

MISSA

MICHAEL

SHORUD

YOGURT

BUG

TALLULAH

CHAYANNE

That’s all :3

[iolypse]

okay so I've seen people debating whether chayanne would have blond or black hair, but have we considered that he's got strawberry brown hair? that one brownish-reddish shade that looks a little pink in the right lighting, you know the one.

if this is not agreeable, I'd say the kid is naturally blond but he dyes it black and when it fades, he lets it stay blond for a while til he gets tired and dyes it black again. maybe sometimes he experiments with it and does just the tips or just a few streaks black, whatever he feels like doing at the time.

[mossy123302]

Yeah, so Phil is just homophobic (/j )and a bastard-

He knew. He knew what he was doing and purposely put "MY" Missa. He watched us with amusement as every single crow in chat lost their mind. He knows how much we need the Missa crumbs.

HE KNOWS

I need Ender King to come back and punt this guy for me. Strangle Phil or whatever. I need this bird gone.

Aughhh....

I honestly do wonder what Ender King's end goals were though. Like, if he somehow won, to some degree because obviously Phil would be fighting back every once in a while. How would the Ender King like..even navigate the QSMP life, deal with a certain wet cat who just appears and immediately figures out that he isn't Phil. (The way Missa was quick to realize that Roier wasn't... himself) If Missa doesn't figure out- would-

Like- would Ender King simply keep Missa, Chayanne and Tallulah simply because they're something unique and is what keeps Phil tame? Would he just play along in this...platonic relationship and family vibe with this family or immediately strike them down and just find a way to overtake the Federation. (o7 to federation because a god is not on their bucket list)

Also I've been hearing that "Silly Billy" over TikTok and honestly? I feel like it could potentially fit O!Smp Philza with Q! Missa

Or maybe D!Smp Philza?

Those two different variants are so different, but when you place them with Q! Missa. It's such a shocking difference because while Missa would treat them with kindness and respect, he'd never treat them the same as Q! Philza. They're not his platonic spouse, and are different variants. So do you think...they get a little desperate to get that type of same love/affectionate from Missa?

Yes, I'm aware D!Smp Philza is canon to Philza- so this is probably something even more funny cause Q! Missa probably got tossed into the past somehow and must try to avoid changing everything (ends up changing everything). This is like some isekai trope idea-

Missa: This is fine, just avoid everyone and live peacefully and find a way back home

Philza: Hm. I like this strange skeleton. He isn't mean and treats me with respect and kindness, he even ate Techno's potatoes.

Missa, internally: OH NO

[31nightshade]

[by-speaker]

Hunting someone (ENG. VER.)

prompt by @raven-cincaide-words

Philza, Techno and Tommy had been walking for days, only resting for a couple of hours until they reached the next town, travelling from town, to town, to find contracts, until they reached Karmaland. 

It was a small town, near a river and a forest, with beautiful sunflower fields and corn crops. Peculiar cuisine and more peculiar locals, but it was a good place to spend the winter, away from the cold walls of L'Manburg. 

“Ah” said Tommy running to the stream, “Fresh water” shouted the teenager bending down to drink. 

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” said a voice on the other side of the stream, “a little further up, the laundresses do the washing.”

Philza looked up to see the most beautiful man he had ever seen, his hair as black as ebony, his skin as pale as snow, and his eyes as purple as amethysts. 

Tommy stopped dead in his tracks inches from the water, Techno, out of habit and caution, gripped the hilt of his sword handle.

“Thank you for the warning,” Philza said, taking Tommy by the shoulder, pulling him close to her side, shielding him from the stranger, “We are travellers, from L'Manburg Do you know where there might be an inn?”

The man smiled at them, “Of course, I know a place. Follow me, the bridge is a few yards further on.” He said pointing to the west, “I'm Missa, Missa Sinfonia, by the way, a pleasure.”

“I'm Philza Minecraft, these are my sons, Technoblade and Tommy Innit.” Philza said, taking Carl by the reins and following the karmalience along the bank of the stream. 

Missa laughed, “Aren't you a little young to be a father?” the lad asked. 

Philza laughed too, “Well, I say they're my children, but they're more like little pests that have stuck to me along the way.”

Both boys grumbled, “He's not even that young,” Tommy complained. 

“He's a decrepit old man, he's even hallucinating now, he actually thinks he has a wife.” Techno said, signalling that Phil was crazy. 

Philza rolled her eyes, “I have a wife, she's a goddess, yes, but she's completely real.”

Missa watched them with curiosity and amusement, “An etarian, a piglin, a puppy and a goddess,’ she said to no one in particular, “you'll fit right in Karmaland.”

As they crossed the bridge, Missa led them quickly to a house, it had a stable outside and a sign that read, “El Chiringuito de Juan”, when Missa stopped, the three of them stopped in their tracks. 

“Illo!” Missa shouted at the top of his lungs, “I brought you guests!”

From inside emerged a man, wearing a pink shirt, a straw hat, white shorts, sandals, and a cigar between his lips, “Missa, what a good man, come in, come in.”

Night fell over Karmaland, the air thick and heavy with the rustle of the forest. Philza, Techno and Tommy settled into the beach bar, enjoying a decent meal after days on the road. Philza, however, could not get the conversation he had had with Juan, the owner of the inn, about the ‘beast’ that inhabited the nearby woods out of his mind.

“They say it is a demon, a creature that has never been seen, but everyone has felt its presence. The villagers don't even dare to go near its territory. What's more, some don't return,” Juan had warned, his eyes fixed on Philza.

Philza, being a monster hunter, knew that this meant a lucrative contract. If he managed to hunt the beast, he would not only get good pay, but also the respect of the people.

“That wolf from the legends? Is it real?” asked Tommy, excited by the idea of a new adventure.

“Oh sure, kid,” said Illo, releasing the smoke from his cigar, “You guys hunt monsters, right? You should talk to Lolo, he's the mayor, that critter has been buggin‘ us for months.”

That was enough for Philza to decide to go after the beast. 

(…) 

The man had brought a cub to the entrance of Missa's territory, that cub now belonged to Missa.

Naively, the cub had decided to go after the ‘beast’ on his own. And Missa smiled as he watched the blond walk towards the entrance of his territory. Was the man so careless not to take care of the most precious part of his clan?

The moonlight illuminated the forest, making it seem a little less gloomy, as Tommy moved deeper and deeper into the forest, armed with an iron sword and his bravery, he advanced through the rustling trees. It was clear to Missa that the cub had gone into his forest only to prove to the rest of his team that he was brave. 

He vaguely remembered the conversation the cub and his father had had at the inn, how the younger blond was not prepared to hunt on his own. 

Missa watched him curiously, his eyes glowing a curious amber colour, his paws touching the earth carefully, following the scent of the pup, a soft scent of sweet apple, innocence and mint, the last scent must have belonged to Philza, and marked him as a member of her pack. Humans were extremely careless with their young, leaving them to roam unprotected in unfamiliar territory. It was a shame, but if Philza wasn't going to take care of the cub, Missa would. 

The sound of rustling leaves and a snapping branch alerted the wolf and the pup, who nervously raised his sword even higher. 

“Hey bitch,” said the boy, “come out, I'm not afraid of you.”

That was a lie, Missa could smell how nervous the boy was. And well if the boy was going to be so rude, Missa was going to teach him a lesson.

A low, guttural growl echoed through the trees, making the leaves tremble. Tommy spun around, trying to locate the source of the sound, but the echo of the forest made it impossible. Cold sweat was beginning to trickle down his back, and his hand trembled slightly as he held the sword.

Missa moved through the shadows, his paws barely skimming the leaf-covered ground. He was much larger in his wolf form, his night-black fur blending into the darkness of the forest, only his amber eyes shining like beacons in the gloom. He decided to play a little with his prey, after all, pups needed to learn manners.

Another growl, this time closer, right behind Tommy. The boy turned sharply, but found only darkness.

“H-hello?” Tommy's voice didn't sound so brave any more, “Look, you stupid beast, if you don't come out right now, I'll-”

A howl cut through the air, so close that Tommy could feel the hot breath on the back of his neck. He froze in place, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. Slowly, very slowly, he turned around.

There, less than a metre away, stood the beast. A gigantic wolf, bigger than any animal Tommy had ever seen, stared at him with eyes that glittered like molten gold. Its fangs, white and sharp as daggers, gleamed in the moonlight.

The sword slipped from Tommy's trembling hands, falling with a thud onto the dry leaves.

“Oh, shit,” he whispered.