#he wanted to go get ancient debris in the nether with exploding beds

[androgynousbitsandpieces]

Wow, an original post, who expected this??

Anyway I did this in like a few minutes as a little sketch on the IPad

It’s one of my favourite iconic scar pictures, this is the reference image

Anyway as always I’m not happy about it but I have learnt that that doesn’t mean my art is ugly so here you go. Also it kinda looks like scar just lit everything up with the torch in his hand, so that’s funny.

[redorich]

Technoblade has this little trick he likes to use called ‘ADHD hyperfocus’. It’s... not always beneficial. Now Quackity of all people has to take care of him.

He's been mining for ancient debris for a while now. Place bed, explode, retreat. Place bed, explode, retreat. He reaches for another bed, and his fingers grasp nothing but air. Back to the chest, then. He trudges through his deadly tunnel. All the way at the beginning, there are double chests full of beds. Or, there were. Techno frowns as once again his hands come back empty. He's completely out? But he hasn't been mining for that long.

Girly shrieks pierce his eardrums. Standing in the tunnel's entrance is Quackity, shivering like a madman despite the heat.

"Oh hey Technoblade I was just I mean it was uh don't mind me--" he squeaks without breathing.

Technoblade huffs. The longer he has to listen to Quackity, the more the buzz of monotonous work wears off. He's tired now.

"--I didn't even want to be here it was Wilbur--"

"What about Wilbur?" he croaks.

Quackity looks at him a bit funny. "He wants you back at Pogtopia. You've been gone for two days."

"Two days," he repeats dumbly. He takes a step forward and nearly falls on his face. God, but his feet hurt. Has he really been standing on them for two days?

"Woah!" Quackity exclaims, rushing to catch him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." His head spins, eyes going hazy. His stomach clenches tightly and it's all he can do not to faint into Quackity's arms like a damsel in distress.

"You're not okay, dude-- Mr. Blade! Oh God oh fuck please don't pass out."

"Stop moving," Technoblade hisses. Quackity abruptly goes stock-still. It doesn't help. A strangled groan makes its way through Techno's teeth before he can bite it off.

Apparently, his body decides that it would be better served unconscious in the Nether with only Quackity to protect him. Still, Quackity must have done something right because when Techno comes to, it is in Pogtopia. As far as he is aware, he is alone. Good. He didn't need anyone's help.

“Uh...  ¿Me perdonas?” Quackity says hesitantly, proving Techno wrong.

Techno goes to sit up, but intense cramping in his abdomen and a flash of dizziness make him reconsider. He settles for grunting in acknowledgement.

“What, um... happened to you?” Quackity asks.

“Water,” Techno says instead. It is given to him almost immediately, and he drinks it so quickly that he’s sure at least a third of it spilled down the corners of his mouth. Now that he doesn’t quite feel like he’s woken up with the mother of all hangovers, he’s a little more inclined to not scare the shit out of the only person around to fetch him things.

He rasps, “Most people, they hear ADHD and they think, ‘haha, funny easily distracted person. Squirrel!’ They’re wrong. Despite the name--” here he coughs, “Despite the name of the disorder, it’s not a lack of attention, it’s an inability to correctly allocate it.”

I know some of those words, Quackity thinks as he nods along. Not sure what it has to do with passing out, though.

Techno manages to worm his way into a somewhat seated position, leaning against the wall. “It’s hard for a person with ADHD to focus on a conversation when there’s, say, a dog running around to steal the focus. That’s inattentive. What most people don’t know is that there’s another setting-- hyperfocus. I get so caught up in what I’m doing that I don’t perceive anything outside of my little bubble, including physical stimuli and signals. I’ll set off to farm potatoes, and for fourteen hours I will think only about farming potatoes. Then, when my hoe breaks, I’ll ‘wake up’ from that hyperfocus state and realize I haven’t eaten, and I’ve been bleeding from a stray skeleton arrow for who knows how long, and my hands hurt.”

Technoblade wraps up his unintentional lecture with a cough, half due to his dry throat and half due to awkwardness. “It’s not... ideal, but it helps me get the job done. So yeah, I was mining for ancient debris for two days straight and was physically unable to realize that my body was telling me it needed stuff.”

That processes in Quackity’s mind for a moment. “So... you haven’t eaten? Like, the whole time?”

“No,” Technoblade says slowly as Quackity rummages through a few chests. He comes back and dumps a veritable stack of baked potatoes in Techno’s lap.

“It’s not that bad?” Techno says, more of a question than a statement. “It was only two days...”

His stomach betrays him. He wants all of those potatoes, every single one. Voraciously, he tears into the first with enough violence to make Quackity flinch.

“I’m gonna go get you some more water, yeah?” Quackity’s voice breaks. He goes back to rummaging through chests. “You should probably, uh, sleep. When you’re done, that is!”

“Sleep is for losers,” Techno grouses.

Emboldened by the visual proof that Techno is not, in fact, an invincible demon of bloodlust and fury, Quackity turns around with a bucket of water and says, “Aww, but I tucked you in and everything!”

“Quackity,” Technoblade warns.

“Would it help if we cuddled?”

“Please give me the water before I brutalize your corpse and take it from you.”

“Alright no cuddles then!!” Quackity squeaks, handing over the bucket.

After taking a long drink out of it, Techno sighs, leaning back. “Yeah, I should probably get some shut-eye.” He narrows his eyes at the man who helped him. “If you do a single thing to me while I’m sleeping...”

Quackity’s burbling, fearful protests are like music to Techno’s ears. Already half-asleep and losing the battle against Morpheus fast, he mutters, “Thanks.”

It’s all Quackity’s getting out of him, and it’s more than most.

[cat-26]

Well, I forgot I made this... So, uhm, complaining Techno, anyone?

(from Technoblade’s stream, “becoming unbelievably rich [Dream SMP]” December 20, 2020, starting at 1:34:52)

(Transcript after the cut)

[TRANSCRIPT]

All the video is set in the nether, Technoblade is mining for ancient debris using beds.

“Come on game, you can’t make me go 60 seconds without ancient debris, that’s just uncalled for. It’s uncalled for, game!” (Technoblade immediately uncovers 1 ancient debris with his pickaxe) “Oh, thank you. See chat, complaining works.”

[Cut]

“The moral of the lesson is that you just gotta complain louder when things aren’t going your way. You just gotta complain (cut) The squeaky wheel gets the grease”.

[Cut]

“Is this the end? Is this the end of Techno-rich? No, it’s not, ‘cause I’m gonna keep complaining and the next one, this is the one” (places bed) “This is it!” (Bed explodes, 3 ancient debris are exposed) “Ooooh! I was SO correct, I was…” (Techno sees another vein of ancient debris) “Oh there’s two of it! There’s two of it! The complaining worked”

[Cut]

Techno is in a tunnel and there is lava, places bed in the lava.

“That lava… that lava is annoying. (places bed) Get rid of it. In fact, I demand compensation: four vein!” (bed explodes, uncovers ancient debris vein) *surprised sound* “It works!” (cut) while mining the ancient debris he uncovered: “it’s just the strongest strategy in the game!”

[Cut]

“I want an ancient debris NOW (bed explodes, no ancient debris, Techno carries on) or I will be moderately upset.”

[Cut]

“I am complaining to Minecraft’s manager. Give me ancient debris”

[Cut]

“I’ve complained my entire life, I sure ain’t gang stop now.” (Places bed, explodes, and an ancient debris is exposed right on top of Techno) “Oh it works! Oh, there is four! What did I tell you chat?” (cut) “The Karen strategy, it’s so good! This is what we call the Karen Mining Method!”

[Cut]

While placing bed “Complaining strat, ACTIVATE!” (bed explodes, no ancient debris) “See, that didn’t work ‘cause I wasn’t actually complaining, I was just saying the word complain.”

[Cut]

“You know, I haven’t gotten an ancient debris in a while”

[Cut]

“I’m so upset, I would to speak to Minecraft’s manager. If the manager of Minecraft could get in the chat and explain to me why I’m not finding ancient debris”… (bed explodes, 2-block vein right on top of Techno is exposed) “IT WORKS!”

[Cut]

(Techno is mining ancient debris) “I’m just so unbelievably wealthy now…. and it’s all THANKS TO COMPLAINING! The Karen energy is carrying me! The Karen carry!”

[Cut]

“What if I blew up a bed here? Will I get ancient debris if I complain?” (bed explodes) “No, but I found an exit”

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[goldenpixel]

And you know I’ve gotta apply this to a short lil story about my favorite found family, so please enjoy some Sleepy Boys with this headcanon

Technoblade enters the nether one day, on an errand for Philza in search of netherwart for potions, only to hear shouting and distant explosions. Techno initially shrugs it off, the nether is a strange place with strange creatures, but the closer he listens, the more the shouts sound like his brothers. So he takes off in the direction the noises are coming from, worried that his brothers have gotten into some sort of trouble like usual, only to come across a makeshift mine.

Deep in the mine, Techno finds Wilbur and Tommy, a little scraped up, but otherwise fine. They explain to him that they were creating bed explosions, mining for ancient debris for Wilbur’s first set of netherite armor. Now this confuses Technoblade, because he’s never heard of a bed explosion before. But his brothers are more than willing to show him exactly what they mean.

Rather than showing Techno the explosions, they decide that he should do the first one himself. So they carefully set up the bed, and step back. But when Techno goes to get into the bed, it works. He lays right down.

Wilbur and Tommy, shocked that it didn’t work, think it’s a glitch. So they go running from their hiding spot behind a pile of nether rack. And before Techno can brace himself, they’re excitedly launching themselves onto the bed with him, because they’ve never seen such a glitch before and they want in on the fun.

Except, it’s not a glitch. The moment Wilbur’s foot hits the bed, it explodes.

And suddenly the three of them are sitting in a crater where the bed used to be, eyebrows singed, hands and knees scraped up, and covered head to toe in black ash and red bits of nether rack. Tommy is rubbing his head, Wilbur just coughed up a small cloud of ash, and Techno is already planning on a stop in the river before they go home so they can rinse off and avoid explaining themselves to Philza.

(They don’t make it to the river. They don’t even make it out of the nether. Philza comes in after Techno, wondering why a simple errand was taking so long and finds the three of them trudging out of the mine, bleeding and filthy, Wilbur and Techno half-carrying Tommy. His first reaction is panic, worried that his sons are seriously injured, until he realizes that his older boys are carrying Tommy because he’s laughing so hard he can’t stand)

I’m sure this has been done before, but my little brain just thought of it for the first time so here you go

Headcanon that none of the hybrids sleep/sleep very little. The same rules for humans being unable to sleep in the nether and the end apply to creatures from those places to the overworld.

Piglin Technoblade, Enderman Ranboo, Dream, Creeper Sam, none of them get any sleep in the overworld, which means that they can go for as long as they want without rest.

However, if Techno goes to the nether, or Ranboo to the end, all of their stored up exhaustion hits them at once and they can sleep for days on end. Because Sam is part creeper however, he just doesn’t sleep at all, so he spends all of his free time learning redstone and designing and building his newest contraptions.

It’s not a coincidence that the hybrids are some of the most productive people on the server