#Poor technoblade

[pjowasmy1stfandom]

I can only put one kudos on the site, so here:

INFINITE KUDOS!!!!

Techno has the right to remain silent. Anyway chapter 9 of Mandatory Family Reunion is getting close to done.

[tharett]

I wanted to make a "no me mires con esos ojos (don't look at me with those eyes)" comic but hmmm idk, who would say what??? 🤷‍♂️

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[Esp]

Quería hacer un cómic basado en esa canción "no me mires con esos ojos" pero hmmm no sé, quien dirá que??? 🤷‍♂️

[bleue-flora]

Wait... maybe it was c!Dream who was the first to boop, booping c!Tommy in exile like a friendly - "Hey, put your stuff in the hole, idiot." :D But it got misconstrued and taken the wrong way and became a trend...

Like clearly the Butcher Army just wanted to evil boop c!Techno -but c!Techno didn't appreciate that so he super booped c!Quackity in the face with a pickaxe -but c!Quackity didn't like that so he spammed c!Dream with boops until he lagged and crashed...

[yourlocalrabidraccoon]

day 819 of missing technoblade

[pinecone-gremlin]

Just felt right to post this today

[denzartriste]

this is what the poll was for :)

hehehe. Can i talk about the colours? Yes, because no one will stop me (@cyrenescreams's seeing ghost au btw. It's good i love it)

Red=ghost

Blue=living/notghost/everything else

Sam is coloured blue but is outlined red. The Revival book's outside is blue but the pages are red (it's also fully outlined red).

Both Tommy and Lazer are blue and red. Tommy is represented by the picture of him mentioned in this, and the most of it is blue but the reflected light is red, and he's sketched out red over the reflective thing :D Also the whole drawing's background is just. so red. So red so red <333

MIRRORS. MIRRORS MIRRORS. The three mirrors! And the only blue on is the one Sam punched!

Final thing: Techno has a bell on his hoodie's hood! With string going through it! That's in no way important i just like it and thought it was genuis design choice <3

[cherryskeletoncake]

More fanart for ‘’sweeter than honney’’ by @paladinpalindrome because it gave me brainrot

This one’s not that accurate to the fic’s events (but you don’t see that)

[theosjunkdrawer]

Guys if I storyboard a technoblade amv but it has him putting the withers down before l'manburg explodes, will you still love me

[ratsunie]

Hi, so i opened commisions :)) so please contact me !

[fabshroom]

Day 3: Muzzle

(+ Day 20: restrained)

Prompts can be found here: whumptober prompts

Achievement tracker: 2/9

[nomsfaultau]

Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.

(sorry for repeating a part im new to formatting ficlets)

The Lambs Wolves Wear part 4

Once the truth came out, “Tommy” was the least likely to wear the skin of his child. The shapeshifting demon slipped in and out of forms like water, powerful and sleek. To him, Tommy was nothing more than another form to play with. Discarded like a toy the demon lost interest in, like Tommy wasn't Philza's whole world. "Tommy" only ever wanted the form to manipulate humans, to appear small and vulnerable and precious. Perhaps the shape changer knew it felt like a gut punch every time Philza remembered those soft blue eyes were only a mask for the monster hiding in what used to be his youngest son.

It helped that his true form hadn’t a chance of fitting inside the home. So Philza found himself spending more and more time trapped in doors so as to force “Tommy” to a smaller, more manageable size. At least he’d learned to be more benign near the cattle and hens, though at times he stirred them into a frenzy, sharp teeth laughing at the chaos. Yet more often than not he wore a corrupted version of the real Tommy, clinging onto Philza’s hip. “Tommy” did little to suppress his four demon horns, mangled wings at time materializing to further ensnare Philza. He was often left covered in shallow scratches and a few nip marks. Nothing dangerous, mind, simply a reminder that at any point "Tommy" could rend him limb from limb.

As often as he confined himself to the home now, it had become nigh impossible to tend the fields, though “Technoblade” had taken to it with glee. The undead legions flickered between rows of grain, having declared war on the weeds. It was harder than it used to be with fewer tasks to distract himself with. Philza found himself stripped of work, the monsters stealing it so that he was left with undivided attention for them.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. But the monsters found a use for him. A flap of tattered demon wings and a small earth quake signaled “Tommy’s” return from a long day of terrorizing mortals or whatever it is he did in his free time. The door slammed open, wind rushing in a gale as a terrible eagle ripped through the home, wings smashing things off the walls and tables. Red eyes gleamed as they found Philza sitting before the fireplace, and at once it dove towards him sharply. Midair, the demon enlarged, smoothly converting from a dive to a pounce. A chimera slammed into him full force, knocking the air from Philza’s lungs. Sharp claws pinned him in place as a lion head began to butt against him roughly, goat horns jamming into his soft underbelly.

“What have I said about shapeshifting in the house, “Tommy”?” A deep growl froze Philza in place, bared fangs inches from his face. The chimera circled a few times, then flumphed into his lap, settling in. “You can’t just-“ a wing shot out, slamming across his face in retaliation. Something hot trickled down his lip. Fire glowed in the back of “Tommy’s” mouth as Philza clutched his bleeding nose. It grew brighter and brighter, “Tommy’s” hackles bristling, but Philza stubbornly tended to his injury. At least, till the lion’s maw part in jagged fangs and the fireball in the chimera’s throat threatened to devour him in flame. Philza jolted, and quickly began to pet “Tommy” with shaking hands covered in his own blood.

Bristling fur smoothed, and “Tommy” snuggled in, tearing large rips through the couch and gurgling a thing that couldn’t quite be considered a purr. “You can’t intimidate me every time you want something,” Philza said the moment his voice worked again. Each word tasted like the blood quickly beginning to coat his front.

“Of course I can,” “Tommy” rumbled. “It’s how Hell works.” The viper’s tail wrapped around his ankle, venomous fangs poised above his arteries. “I could say ‘scratch me behind the ears or I’ll poison you’ and you’ll do it.” And so Philza did, after the hiss of a snake nearly buried itself in his flesh. “Tommy” stretched, satisfied, though the viper curled around Philza remained.

“That isn’t how love works, though. If you keep being mean, I might stop loving you.”

Hellish red eyes whipped towards him, shock rounding them. “It can be revoked?” At Philza’s nod, all four of “Tommy’s” ears flattened, a snarl building in his throats. “If you stop loving me I’ll rip you apart.”

“A-and that will just ensure you’ll never get love again.”

The growl died. Confusion twisted the monster’s features, the demon trying to find a way he could threaten Philza without ‘being mean’. Or more aptly, how to weasel out of threat he couldn’t actually fulfill without losing his perceived power. The bafflement only increased exponentially, the demon becoming distraught. “How do I get something if not by force or deception?”

“Love is reciprocal. You have to give it if you want to receive it.” The demon was distrustful of the notion, squinting at Philza as if waiting for the catch. He slowly peeled off the mortal he was crushing, till Philza was face to face with a lion head, demonic eyes piercing him for truth. “That means- that means you can’t hurt me. Or threaten to, either. You have to be nice, like I’ve been to you.”

A giant paw rose, hesitated, then raked across his chest. Philza flinched, pressing back into the couch as much as he could. “Tommy” batted at him over and over, tearing Philza’s shirt and streaking light crimson scratches across his chest. The demon ignored his yelps of pain, his strength unmatched as he pinned the panicking Philza in place. He’d pushed his luck too far, and now he was going to get gutted. He should’ve never tried to set boundaries with a demon. “Stop squirming,” the chimera growled. “You’re making it hard to pet you.”

Philza grit his teeth. Nice. Warm. Fatherly. He bit out a strained smile so he couldn’t scream. “You’re playing too rough, son. You gotta be gentle with me, remember? You’re making me bleed.”

The chimera paused in its attack, frowning. “But blood is how humans bind their vows. You promised to love me, so you must bleed to keep that oath.”

That. Yeah, in retrospect that explained a lot about how cuddling with “Tommy” usually went. Philza had always ended up bruised, nipped fingers and scratch marks. “Humans can keep promises without a blood pact. In fact, that’s how most of them are done.”

“Then how will I force you to uphold it?”

“If you are kind I shall do it of my own volition.”

“Tommy’s” hackles raised. “No you won’t. You would betray me at the first opportunity.”

“Perhaps in hell. Not here.” Philza stroked “Tommy’s” muzzle and slowly began coaxing him to be more gentle. He distrusted Philza’s words, scoffing at them, but seemed willing to try so as to not lose Philza’s affection. Eventually he persuaded the demon to don a weaker, safer form, particularly after the lion head’s nuzzling started trying to bite his arms. A fox curled in his lap, happily purring as Philza ran his fingers through too-hot fur. Occasionally "Tommy" rubbed against him to show affection. Or possibly just to make sure Philza was paying attention to solely him.

“What was Hell like?” Philza asked curiously. Fishing for information was the least dangerous with "Tommy", and given how unintentionally (?) lethal he was that was saying something. But the others were far more conniving in a way the straight-forward demon was not. And Philza needed to figure out how to get his real children back as quick as possible.

The purring stopped abruptly, hackles bristling as the beast grew. Philza braced for an attack that never came. “Tommy” simply looked away from him, resting his head on his paws. “…really, really awful. That’s why I want to stay with you forever.”

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Art for this part

[rainbowgod666]

And for some reason, *THIS* is deemed ok by the us

[lionessz]

Thinking about superhero au ranboo and the fact that he so badly wants to die but in the end won’t get what he wants because it’ll destroy whatever will eret has left

also captain sparklez can’t be loosing found family he’s been through enough

[lookinghalfacorpse]

long overdue cdream seizure drabble for @icecreamvi. dream is finally healthy enough to fight again, but seizures still hit at inopportune times.

/dsmp /rp

It was good to see Dream fighting again.

In all fairness, this fight in particular was a bit annoying. Technoblade and Dream were on their way back home after some errands when they were ambushed in the forest. Techno learned over the years that people who got lost in that enchanted forest, designed by the Goddess of Death to disorient and confuse, grew desperate quickly. They were little more than petty thieves, but even stray dogs are dangerous when they're hungry.

And their archer was infuriating.

Dream raised his shield a bit above his head, stopping an arrow before it landed in Techno's shoulderblade. With his shield occupied, Dream held his opponent at bay while blocking with his axe. "You couldn't afford to watch your back a bit more?" He joked.

"Eh," Techno replied. He was more interested in tossing one of the swordsmen into a tree. Humans are too easy to throw around.

Dream wasn't anywhere close to his former strength, but he could hold his own in battle, and he still overpowered most opponents. It was impressive to watch. He was quick and clever, and he knew how to use his bodyweight as a source of power, even after all the weight he lost. He was quick to disarm the swordsman that opposed him, and while the poor soul scrambled back to his feet and scanned around him for options, Dream stepped forward and smoothly raised his axe above his head--

--when suddenly his shoulder shuddered, and the axe dropped to the snow.

Dream gasped as air was forced out of his lungs, a hand raising to his chest in panic. Techno was familiar with the warning signs of a seizure. He's helped Dream endure countless seizures, both in the Vault and outside of it. He heard the creak of the archer's bow and bolted over to Dream just in time to guard him from an arrow. Instead of landing in Dream's skull, it sunk deep into Techno's mid-back.

Techno tried not to react to the sting. "Hey, Dream--"

Dream made a pained sound as the seizure took hold, his knees giving out and his shoulders spasming. His right shoulder twisted backwards while the left trembled uncontrollably. He fell fully into Techno's arms, his moans giving way to silence as he ran out of breath.

A second arrow hit Techno's shoulder. A third near the base of his neck. The swordsman, seeing his opening, lunged towards his blade.

They needed to run.

Techno gathered Dream's body in his arms and sprinted for the forest. With any luck, its disorienting effects could lend them an advantage. Dream's hands clawed into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it at odd, uncomfortable angles. Techno had to keep adjusting his grip as the young man squirmed and seized, desperate not to hold him too tightly and risk hurting him.

As soon as he couldn't hear arrows fly anymore, Techno ducked behind a large tree and set Dream on the ground, hunching his body protectively over him. If that damn archer found them again, he'd see nothing but piglin.

"Breathe through it," Techno instructed, his own breath heavy from the exertion.

Dream met his eyes. Sometimes he seemed lucid throughout the seizure while other times he seemed more unconscious. This time, his gaze was watery and heartbroken, but intelligent. "Te-- Tech-- Tech--"

"I said breathe, not talk, nerd." Techno placed a hand on Dream's shoulder, rubbing along the fabric of his jacket slowly. "Relax."

Fully encompassed by Technoblade's body, half-buried in snow, and surrendering to a seizure, Dream looked so small.

"You're--bleeding--" Dream coughed, his voice strained as his jaw tightened.

"And you're seizin'. I'd say we're both doin' pretty great."

"I'm--"

"Dream. Hush."

"I'm--sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorr--"

Techno bowed his head until their foreheads touched, letting his eyes fall closed. They'd ride this out together, like they always did.

"--sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

[sixteenth-day-event]

SIXTEENTH DAY EVENT - COMMUNITY STATS FOR 2024!

Total participants: 131

Total pieces created: 291

Total prompts this poor tired organizer has written: 874

Most popular events:

Personal Month - 82 pieces

Duos Month - 39 pieces

Memory Month - 37 pieces

Most popular characters:

Dream - 117 pieces

Technoblade - 50 pieces

Tommy - 49 pieces

Tubbo - 36 pieces

Quackity - 33 pieces

Ranboo - 29 pieces

Wilbur - 28 pieces

Sam - 26 pieces

Punz, Sapnap - 25 pieces

[papercute]

philza who was like the witch from hansel and gretel, luring poor unfortunate children to his house to be eaten so he could sustain his absurdly long life span. philza who becomes a changed man almost on a whim when he meets and subsequently takes home wilbur & tommy, who he finds himself more entertained by than anything. the boys, unaware that their wittiness is currently saving their skins, think they’ve found a wonderful new home with a nice man. that isn’t what they found, but it’s what they created, as phil leaves his child-eating ways in the past to take care of them.

he does tell the boys some years later that he was intending to eat them, which they find hilarious and partially terrifying. phil proceeds to joke about it constantly. whenever the boys misbehave, phil jokes that ‘you aren’t too old for me to eat you yet!’. phil off-handedly mentions he once ate a boy who looks like each of his sons and each of his sons’ friends whenever he meets them. whether he has or not is a fact that not even his closest friend, technoblade, knows. everyone thinks phil just says it to scare kids. phil shows his boys his cookbook he used, which is actually full of normal recipes one can substitute child meat for animal meat and still have good food, so it goes to tommy when he moves out.