#TECHNOBLADE

[cao-tick]

He gets Techno to move in with him before touching that house. At this point in the fanfic, Phil is so tired and bitter that he just asks Techno to destroy his house and he says yes just because it's funny. And then Phil proceeds to smash that house with his bare fists and Techno thinks that Phil may actually have a problem with his house.

Minecraft server au where Phil has like this gorgeously built house and every morning, without a fail, he likes to sit on the front porch with a nice cup of tea. He gets 500 ticks or so of pure relaxation, aided by the beautiful sight of the flower fields, and the mountain biome peeking from the horizon. That is, until the day that He appeared. His neighbor. Or the bane of his life, depending on who you ask.

He heard that a piglin player has bought a plot of land close to him.

Nobody told him it was the flower fields.

The flower fields that were inevitably desecrated by a six by six cobblestone hut right in the middle of the landscape.

The trend continues, until Phil decides that enough is enough when he sees techno putting dirt on the roof. He ends up asking the piglin if he can remodel the place, and surely Techno can see how beautiful his traditionally japanese styled house looks- Techno said no. Phil nods, his hands curled in fists. Technically he could, y'know... This isn't hardcore after all- no. Bad Phil. The guy can do what he wants. Maybe he had a bad day, he'll just come by to ask again.

[milder-manners]

Netherfolk

Worldbuilding thought experiment thingy where a region of the Nether's nations is inspired by greco-roman style. Im thinking this region was the most integrated of the Nether into the Overworld, with a lot of its inhabitants actually moving to the other realm and vice versa. Techno and Sapnap are both Netherfolk with origins from this region, though they both grew up entirely in the Overworld and didn't learn much about the culture.

Thinking about Sapnap traveling to the Southern kingdoms of the Nether and meeting certain people.

[glazsirok]

Waiting for him to wake up

[brooksside]

funny clip from november 16th stream

humanuh

[mcytshipsandmore]

PLATONIC EMERALD DUO!!! -⭐️

I also drew this some time ago. Not really a sketch,but pretty close to it :)

This is again from @cleanlenins 's fic "Death Shall Come on Swift Wings to Him Who Disturbs the Peace of the King" . I just love her fics man.

Also just to clarify: platonic, i do not ship them, p l a t o n i c

[radios-arcade]

got to make a character profile for one of my favorite aus from @anarchy-and-piglins, the sbi hunter au ^^ this au is actually one of the first times shae and I ever interacted, so it's cool to have this come full circle sbi hunter technoblade my BELOVED

[give-grian-rights]

thats the technoblade way .

If techno was alive he'd have logged on while jack and Tommy were having their emotional moment, waited for the shock to wear off, said 'technoblade' in chat and then logged off

[thecaptainamore]

wow I love how so many random things are pink and green these days, glad to see public appreciation of rivals duo and definitely not Wicked-

[caviar-of-course]

Commission (я удивилась, узнав, что по "Bones in the ocean")

[i-reblog-technoblade]

this post has Technoblade in it

LOOK IT'S THEM , you cannot tell me otherwise

[glazsirok]

Morning

[lilyminer]

Hey y'all, here's some more Emerald Duo character headcanon writing. A bit of a throwback since I haven't done this in a while. For anyone not caught up on my weirdly elaborate headcanons/sorta au, I made up a whole 3000 year timeline for the life of c!Philza, and most of it is sad cuz I'm an angst writer :) You don't need to know much about my headcanons for this tho, just go with the flow. Enjoy.

Like The Spring Thaw

The reign of the Antarctic Empire was a turbulent time, not just for Phil and Techno of course, the political conflicts, scarcity, and relentless environment was a constant onslaught against all the people they ruled over.

Philza and Technoblade's friendship was new, at least by an immortals standards. Techno had been so young when they first met, brought together as allies on the grand battlefields of a war neither of them really cared about. Win? Lose? It didn't matter. Techno was there to try to tame the influence of the blood god hidden deep inside his brain. Phil had been fighting to forget at first, to forget what he's lost, the home, the community, the friends. But nothing builds a bond like fighting for the same cause. Techno gave him something to fight to protect again, after all those years of not having time to take anyone under his wing. So once the war ended the two decided to try to bring peace to a divided world full of conflict.

They had their laughs, taking over the whole world via a bureaucratic loophole, yeah people got pretty pissed at them for that. But something about having a group of people to take care of again helped Phil fix some broken part of himself he left to fester years ago. He was still, and would surely forever be haunted by the memory of his long and winding path in life. The screams of those who had taken shelter in his temple as it was raided became a echo forever reverberating through his head as he slept. But now, instead of nearly being smothered in his sleep by his fellow soldiers, furious at his habit of giving away their position, there was a gentle knock at his door, a friend who's head was filled with much the same noise there to make him a tea and chat away the nightmares.

That castle became home. Sure he was forced to maintain a persona faker then any he'd worn before and the cold and exposed machinery made binding his wings out of the way a must, but they lived a life of plenty. Phil began to enjoy the cold, at home above the layers of ice and frost. Eventually, it became easy to ignore the small and inconvenient plights of his people. Without even knowing it he became the kind of ruler he swore he'd always hate. The apathetic king who saw violent gangs of thieves roaming the countryside as a non-issue. The monarch filled with so much hatred they allowed two armies to needlessly fight for decades. With a uncharacteristic lack of his usual foresight he was among those tyrants now, and so when reports came from the fishermen on the outskirts of the empire that a deadly plague was whipping out every man, woman, and child, the duel emperors brushed it off as yet another mild health issue. Just like the last illness, nothing to worry about.

And in the blink of an eye it was all over. Him and Techno watched in horror over the course of a handful of weeks as the treatments they knew had no effect on this illness. Their advisors locked them away in the castle, hoping to protect them but it only made the helplessness worse. Their doctors, nurses, midwives, wise-folk, and scientists dropped like flies. As they made the decree that all must evacuate the death-cursed city it seemed less were alive to hear it by the minute. All supply lines and social structure broke down, their empire fell to ruin while their backs were turned.

Him and Techno evacuated. Like cowards.

They were hated for a time, scorned for their inability to save their people. But not nearly long enough for Phil. At times he felt the need to remind people, even as generations passed. How could death on such a scale be forgotten? He had truly become what he hated all along, not even brave enough to fight back on others behalf. His lady was his world, but it pained him to know he had become the omen of death that he had been accused of being. Techno didn't speak much anymore, but he knew that similar feelings must be bubbling up for him as well. The two were more similar then they cared to admit.

Soon Techno was on the road again, Phil settled into a cottage all his own, but it was far too lonely. He began to feel better day by day, year by year. He laughed to himself when his crows once filled with wanderlust returned home with stories of the fearsome warrior of the blood god who opposed governments of any kind. It seemed Techno had taken a far more proactive approach to the beliefs he too had felt solidify after their great failure. He hoped the memories didn't haunt his old friend like they did to him. He did nothing with the pain though, no actions of great conviction, which he knew would make it worse in time. But his cruelty had been transformed back into the compassion he had been missing all these years along the way. With it, he felt any remaining pride he had for his days of leadership fade. The days he spent alone filled his old soul with the soft and tender warmth of a hearth fire. It was time to move on, he had sought out those who hated him for long enough. At the very least it was time to unbind his wings. It was time to fly again.

[far-eastwind]

Emduo for life

One day I'll redraw ot in digital, but ehh. Not now :P

my fav hc: Philza is light enough to sit on Techno's shoulder, and Techno is physically strong enough to hold him easily

[evelyn-onfire]

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

(2024 vs 2021)

close up

Redraw some old technoblade fan art! I missed drawing this guy 🩷👑

[redlettermediathings]