#au:fairly cruel

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I refined it

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Technoblade, surrounded by wolves: I had a dog once, he was such a good boy, Phil we need more dogs

Phil:....we really don't-

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I will give you bedrock bros but at what cost

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Phil, poking Techno with a stick: lmao look at this idiot

Technoblade: *moves slightly*

Phil: HOLY COW HE’S STILL ALIVE-

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Anyways have this kinda blurry rough sketch, this is what happens when you leave me alone late at night.  

Behold Technoblade

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Guys, Technoblade can understand the crows in this au.  He just never tells Phil, chat keeps telling phil he knows and phil keeps dismissing it.  Techno finds it hilarious because he knows chat knows, but Phil just won’t believe it.

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Tommy: Soooo, ranboob how do you feel about doing some investigation if you know what i mean Ranboo: i really don’t think that’s smart- Tubbo: pleeeeease Ranboo:.....

later

Ranboo: So hey Techno, what do you know about stars, you know, like the eight pointed ones..on swords...and stuff Techno: Ranboo it’s three in the morning

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Short Fairly Cruel drabble, where Tommy finds an old sword of Techno’s

Warnings: mentioned blood, vaguely implied death from the past

Tommy often goes through Techno’s things, and generally it isn’t really a problem.  Sure it’s annoying, more so when he has his own things, but not much harm comes from it.  No harm except Tommy is holding his sword.  The sword his father made, the sword that he had kept despite it all and Tommy is treating it like it was just some random thing he found in a chest.

“Tommy, where’d you find that,” he growled out.

“It was in a chest and it was just sitting there, besides you have your Orphan Obliterator why can’t I have this one?  I’ll be so cool, everyone will be expecting me to stab them already and I will and they’ll-”

“No.  I gave you one already, and even if I didn’t you can’t use that one.”  He took the sword out of Tommy’s hands.  Practically tearing it out of his grip and inspecting it.  Tommy didn’t damage it, Techno would’ve killed him if he had regardless of their current allyship, but he still needed to check.

Tommy sputtered angrily and tried to reach for the sword again.  “Blade, come on it’s just a sword.  Stop being such a- such a-”

Techno sighed and pushed him away, resolving to move the sword to the chest near his bed.  Tommy had yet to find that one, it would be safe there.  “Tommy, you will never use this sword.  If I find out that you have taken it from me, I will kill you,” He warned.  It was the harshest he had been with the teen, and he had hope that it would stick.

He watched Tommy, for once noticing that his threat had been recognized as something not to joke around with.  “What’s so important about the sword anyways?” he asked.

Techno looked down at it, the stained leather and still sharp blade.  He imagined he could still see Dior’s blood dripping down it, falling onto the floor as he stood, the last alive in the throne room.  He hadn’t fought with it for so long, but it still felt natural in his hand.  “It’s an old blade...a gift from a long time ago.”

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This au is rapidly spiraling into a bedrock bros something

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Oh, wait. What if instead of Techno giving Tommy the Axe of Peace, he gives him his old sword. The one that has a lot of meaning to it, and he hasn't told the story but Tommy knows it's important to him.

So it hurts so much more when Tommy betrays him and refuses to return it, and his family has never reacted well to having things taken from them in the past, so it would be no surprise at his actions.

Because that is one of the few things he has left of his family, and he will not be giving it up.

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Celegorm: At this point, I’d even take Finrod

Celegorm:

Celegorm: On second thought, I’m not actually that desperate

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Good news!  Just finished outlining the hfirst chapter, going to work on it tonight and tomorrow.  I’m not sure how long it will take to write and edit, but at the latest I should have the first chapter realesed by the end of the week.

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I’ve started roughly planning out how I want to format the au, and I’m considering breaking it up into shorter chaptered stories, so I can more easily cover meeting Phil and how the au changes the story.

Outlining will either start later or tonight, but a plan is being made >:)

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I’d like to say I have actual reasoning for why I decided Celegorm would make sense to be Technoblade, but really it all boils down to a simple observation: Tyelko kinda sounds like Techno.

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I’m feeling way to lazy to draw so I’m instead throwing worods at you.  Mostly because there’s differences in design for Technoblade in the au, everyone else is the same.

Technoblade has silver hair and grey eyes, along with pointed ears.  He’s taller than your average human, reaching probably around 7 feet.  He does have a boar skull he sometimes wears, depending on where he is and what he’s going to do, because I wanted to keep that pig motif going.

As for the clothing itself, it’s more formal than what others wear.  He does tend to have a star somewhere on his clothing, kept pretty small to not draw much attention to it.  While really no one knows the significance of it, he still continues hiding the star as a habit.

He tends to braid his hair, and spends a lot of time making it up to his standards.  Out of everyone in this au, he has the most flawless hair and may be encouraged to share techniques depending on how nicely you ask.

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Philza finds a strange man in his travels.  Though that hardly means much, now.  He has travelled further than most have the luck to, seeing new lands stretch out underneath his wings.  Despite this, he is drawn to the man.  Drawn to the story he only catches in glimpses, snippits of a story longer and more twisted then he has seen.

Warnings: blood, a character is passively suicidal (no attempts are made)

Phil finds him on the battlefield, silver hair so matted with blood and mud that it seems a dark red tangling in his face, body bloody and bruised, twisted and crushed into the mud.  At first he dismissed it, thinkinig it yet another body in the carnage layed before him.  It is the soft sound of breathing, strained and labored, that draws his attention.

Kneeling beside the body he finds that the man is still alive, a leg is twisted and obviously broken, blood trickling out of skin uncovered by armor.  A gash cuts across his face, narrowly missingi an eye.  Mud mixes with blood around him, though it appears most of the blood came from those around him.  He takes the man home, though he could not have given you a reason if asked, and slowly nurses him to health.

He wakes days after laying motionless on a spare bed.  Eyes a bright grey, gleaming as though a fire glowed in them, and so very tired.  The brilliant eyes take in the surroundings quickly, before focusing on Phil.  “I’m still alive, then,” are the first words the elyterian hears.  An unplaceable accent cutting into the air.  There is a bitter undertone, Philza has heard it before, in those who welcome death with an open arm.

“Yep, thought you were dead when I saw you,” Phil answers.  “You’re leg is broken, and I placed your things by the wall.”  The sword and armor were unfamiliar to him, elegant lines and a deadly beauty to their form.  Despite his travels he can’t place it’s origin, the workmanship exceeding what he commonly comes across.  Phil would have liked to find the smith who made them, but if this is the only sign either the man is a further traveller then he, or the smith who made it is gone.

“Thought I was as well...I suppose I’ll be leaving soon,” despite his still broken leg he seemed to be expecting to be thrown out.  Perhaps hoping for it, if only because they both knew he wouldn’t survive long unless he found a village willing to let him rest there.  Phil could see that he wouldn’t take his own life, but it didn’t look like he would try to stop anyone else.

“Not so fast mate, you’re healing first.  And don’t you start getting any ideas, I’m not kicking you out to die.  You’re going to be here for little longer, my names Philza,” he introduces himself.  He wasn’t going to leave the man to die, and a part of him felt drawn to the silver haired stranger on the bed.  A mystery he had only just come across.

The man studied him in silence, taking in the elytrian with a detatched gaze.  “I am Technoblade.  It is a pleasure to meet you, Philza.”