#just now saw that he made one for technos birthday and

[luisleyyaoi]

I’ve been crying all day bc of technodads newest video

[joocomics]

ಬ made in heaven

pairing: dj!jiung x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.4k

contains: strangers to lovers trope, car sex, light sub/dom dynamics, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, restraints (handcuffs), voice kink, jiung uses a cheesy pick up line as reader wears an angel costume for halloween and it works

a/n: this was supposed to come out yesterday (10/07), but i was exhausted from work and completely forgot to post it >< happy belated birthday jiung, your blue era will never be forgotten ♡

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

You turn around to see exactly the face you've been wishing to get the chance to see up close. It's been a while since you saw him for the last time and you're surprised to realise that you haven't forgotten his face at all.

It's not just his captivating blue hair that still keeps you intrigued, it's everything about him.

“You’ve probably heard this multiple times tonight already,” he chuckles as the corners of his lips slide up nervously, “sorry.”

You smile back, pleased to see him flustered. As you both allow your gazes to drag up the other’s body, your head tilts to the side playfully.

“Your name?”

Of course, you know his name already. But you don't want him to ever find out that you've asked around about him, or that you stalked his Instagram account the same night you saw him play for the very first time at this exact club you are right now.

“Jiung.”

“Jiung,” you repeat his name like it’s something you can taste on your tongue, “so you don't use a special DJ name or anything like that?”

“No,” he shakes his head; the charming smile doesn't leave his face, “I'm Jiung here as much as I am outside this club. What's your name?”

“I liked your set, Jiung.” Well, you always do. There are a few reasons why you continue to come here with your friends, and one of them definitely has to do with the addictive effects his seamless selections of tracks have on your body. “I’m Y/N.”

“And I enjoyed watching you have fun to it, Y/N.” He makes a quick pause before speaking out your name as he feels lucky to be able to know it. He wants to savour each letter.

The way you danced earlier with your friends caused him to keep glancing up at your silhouette as if you're some sort of a celestial vision. The way your body swayed rhythmically to the music kept distracting him not only because your sexy white dress with small shimmering wings undeniably stood out in the colorful crowd with blazing lights, but also because you've stolen his attention few times before already and he remembers you. He couldn’t help, but notice the way your eyes searched for him too.

“You've been watching me?”

Your bodies move closer. The techno beats which keep on booming intensely in the thick air isn't the only thing bringing you closer though.

You pick up on the way his eyes explore your face like they've been waiting for the proper moment to do so. There's a lustful spark in them that holds onto your gaze and you feel your excited heart come to a halt beneath your dress.

Jiung's lips curl flirtatiously as he’s about to answer and the sight floods your veins with adrenaline rush.

“I think it's impossible not to spot a beautiful angel like you.” His attention goes to your lips as they part slightly in surprise. “I notice you every time.”

At that moment, you both realise that neither of you wants to stay in this crowded club anymore. You both crave some privacy, and it’s time for you to say goodbye to your friends.

You didn't expect for things to escalate so quickly like this; for this Halloween party to suddenly lead you to Jiung’s car where he helps you adjust on his lap, pressing you down harder and groaning into your neck from how nice it feels to have you melting in his embrace.

“You're so gorgeous,” he whispers at your ear before continuing to nibble on your skin. Every time he speaks he sounds as if he's intoxicated, but he's completly sober. “Where have you been all this time?”

For some reason your divine costume of an angel only turns him on even more, and he can't stop roaming his hands along the fabric of your simple, but yet pretty dress that's hugging your curves perfectly, and your fishnet stockings - they occasionally tempt him to look down as his fingertips curiously sneak through them, but soon enough he loses patience and asks almost out of breath from your long kisses:

“Can I?”

And once you nod, because you’re unable to form proper sentences at the moment, with one swift move Jiung rips them off, exposing your panties.

You drag the dress up at your waist before shutting your eyes closed at the sudden, but delightful contact of his fingers against your clit. Needy sounds already start escaping your throat as he maintains circling motions at the right spot meanwhile your one hand keeps your panties to one side, not wanting him to stop even for a second.

“You sound so pretty, angel…” He utters before pressing an open mouthed kiss against your collarbone. “Don’t stop, baby.”

Your skin warms up more and more with each word he says; with each following touch of his gentle lips that travel along your cleavage. And his voice… it spreads so captivatingly in the silence to the point the warm knot of arousal doubles in your body just by the sound of it.

“Right there,” you plead as the fingers of your one hand run through his vibrantly blue hair; the other is pressed against the car window, keeping you steady.

Jiung would love to keep savouring the nice feeling of your pussy, but your rising moans turn him eager to feel you other ways. He slowly retrieves his hand and kisses your neck one last time before leaning back to unzip his pants.

As you anticipate the moment with dazed eyes and racing heartbeat, your attention moves to the right seat next to you. It’s empty except the pair of handcuffs that’s left there.

You look at Jiung questionably as you pick them up.

“I was going to be dressed up like a cop for one of my friends’ parties.” He explains, meeting your sparkling eyes. Your little halo is tilted, he notices.

“I think I’ll wear them better.” A sly smile appears on your lips as you lean in to whisper: “Handcuff me.”

“Why?” Jiung asks playfully; his tone is soft, but in the most erotic way. “You’ve been such a good angel.”

And he’s right, but he does it anyway.

You tell him you can get naughty when you’re impatient meanwhile he simply likes the look of your wrists restrained together and dangling at his chest as you bounce up and down.

Your fingers clench desperately at Jiung’s hoodie at the same time as his own sink into your hips wanting to support your movements; to keep up the nice pace that has you both panting in sync as he bumps into your sweet spot again and again.

“Fuck—“ You mewl when your walls grip onto his cock harder as the firm grip on your body shifts around your waist. “I’m gonna cum,” you utter breathlessly. The way you fall back down starts to look and sound sloppy, but nonetheless eager to reach your peak.

Jiung’s hands go beneath your ass to hold you tighter. “Stay like this for me, angel,” he asks, as now his hips do the rest of the work. The sudden relentless slamming results into your mind going completely numb as you stay still with your muscles tensing from the thrill.

The lewd sharp sounds of his hips flying up to crash repeatedly into you fill the dark small space. Your heavy breaths turn the windows around you even foggier every time they melt into each other until they elevate into one blissful wailing the moment your thighs begin to shake as the climax washes over you.

The intense warmth floods your body in one strong wave, electrifying every part of you as Jiung pulls out in a hurry to release onto your stomach.

You lean back, staring down at the white ropes of arousal marking your skin. Jiung’s voice quietly shakes as his mouth hangs open in delight; the tight fist around his length gradually calms down.

“You have a pretty voice,” you speak up first after he looks up in search for your eyes. Your words come out much more mellow now as you normalise your breathing. “Have you ever thought about a singing career?”

“I don’t think so,” he admits through a chuckle.

That’s the last thing he expected to hear from you in a moment like this. He stares at you with an obvious intrigue as you smile, running your hands up and down his chest.

“Well, you should consider it. I don’t need to hear you sing to know you have it in you.”

The truth is, Jiung kind of made up that answer. He often sings not only in his head, but also out loud, as he walks around his apartment, doing different mundane things… but he’s fully aware you already know he just lied to you.

His hands stroke your thighs as they still keep him down. The noise the metal handcuffs create around your wrists rings in the heavy air with lustful aroma.

“I will.” He nods, fixating his lazy gaze back on yours. “You can be my muse. Every artist has one. Right, angel?”

Is this his way to ask if he’s going to see you again, you wonder…

The answer to both is yes.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[trollsedits]

Hello, Can you please write your headcanon for whatever trolls you picked?

Like your own opinion about them...

Of course I will, I decided to do Both poppy and viva since I love their sister duo 😭🫶🏻

Poppy 🩷:

-She’s definitely a huge swifties she would drag branch to go to every single one of Taylor Swift concert (or the troll version of her)

-she’s clingy especially when around branch

-definitely hates it when her dad keeps secrets from her especially about her long lost sister Viva

-she is a supportive friend she will support you no matter what

-she’s the troll that everyone wants to go to for comfort or just need to vent

-Her favorite brozone member is Clay

-she would easily forgive anyone especially creek who literally sold them out to chef

-she’s very talkative you can’t make her shut up

-Is a major fan of Rave and party she will throw the biggest party/Rave with the help of the techno trolls

-she will remember every trolls,bergan birthday/anniversary so do expect her to

show up at your door with gifts and stuff

-she rarely gets mad is hard to see her mad

-when she dose get angry she would angry scrapbook til the scrapbook is in flames she almost set her pod on fire one time b/c she was so angry branch and her father would make the whole troll village splash water on their pod and her father banned her from scrapbooking when she’s angry

-she also listed to Harry styles aswell

-she owns all of brozone albums

-she once called branch older brother John Dory the old one during the Royal wedding it was funny even branch wasn’t mad at her for saying that

-She has tons of baby pictures of branch she even ask John Dory for more pictures of baby branch she made a scrapbook of baby branch

-She’s wears the pants in the relationship (Base on a fan art I saw)

-she would be the one to make a move on branch like proposing etc.

-she owns every Taylor swift album and one Harry style album

-She gave barb a swiftie friendship bracelets after the rock apocalypse

-she basically gave every trolls a swiftie friendship bracelets either with their name/songs from Taylor swift or just something that describes them

-she also gave one to brozone too each one of them having words that describe them John Dory was the most offended by it branch threatened to beat his square *** up if he dare take it off

John Dory: The Old one

Bruce: Daddy BRUCE (okay don’t look at it the wrong way guys cause he’s a dad now 😭)

Clay: serious boy

Floyd: the sensitive one

Branch: Lover or bitty B 💙

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Viva 💛:

-Still dose not know why her sister is friends with a Bergens

-Still dose not trust Bergens

-Definitely has abandonment issues

-she still mad at her father after 20 years for not telling poppy about her

-she loves milkshake so much that she once drank so many and got hyper clay had to banned it from her for a while til she can control herself

-She’s definitely listen to Lana Del Rey she cried to so many of her song cuz it reminds her of her father and poppy

-Her favorite lana del Rey album is the Lust for life and honeymoon album

-she is protective of poppy won’t let anyone near her not even Bridget and sometimes branch

-Viva likes to make candy necklaces with any new friends she meets

-Viva is that type of girl to kick down anyone door without knocking so believe it or not she has seen some stuff she once kick down clay door and caught him….

-knowing that viva will kick down anyone door down they all got hard metal door to keep viva from kicking in

-She gets angry quickly when she dose clay is afraid of her clay would often try to avoid things that trigger her

-she and clay are business partners

-she’s super duper chaotic

-she’s braided everyone hairs

-she’s a tight hugger she once gave clay a hug so tight taht it almost broke his poor ribs

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Anyways, thanks again for the request Anyways if you want to request me just click under my profile “Ask me anything” I’m currently slowly running out of content so do request if you have any also just to let you all know that I’m working on another brozone headcanon so it will take a while…

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[legomonkiemechz]

ROBY HEADCANONS LETS GOO

Warning Spoilors ofc-

He has a HIGH sugar intake

• His parents have scolded him in the past when doctors' notes came in talking abt if he takes anymore he'll croak

>Doesn't care tho still chugs soda among other sugary drinks like it is his life source

• When things get quiet/at random moments he'll just scream and then act like nothing happened

• Stang zoot / ROAR is a vocal stim for him now ( roar especially even if Wyle isn't around )

• On a call with his parents he talked abt Wyldfyre all giddy then just casually mentioned his uncle tried to kill him and then went back to being a giddy mess

>His parents were like "WHA!?? YOUR UNCLE WHAT?"

>And Roby's just like "Yeah yeah I sent him to jail but anyways!"

• Roby practices his mannerisms and energy in the mirror

> He is a naturally energetic guy don't get me wrong but he practices in the mirror to make sure he gives off a good type of energy that people will enjoy

>After every game he says to himself "YES, FCKING NAILED THAT- THEY ALL THINK I'M NEUROTYPICAL !!"

• Roby uses a lot of slang / silly language if he ever gets into serious conversation and if in conversation that makes himself uncomfortable as a defense mechanism

• He loves vocaloid/Uta

>He listens to The World Is Mine before the game to hype himself

> 1# Teto stan and defender

• Fav music genres are N-pop, regular pop, Rock ( any kind he doesnt mind), techno, and that hyper Pacific music that sounds like being on acid named things like "bong cats bleeding rainbows" or smth

• If he were a Pokmon trainer he would have normal, dragon, steel and fighting pokemon

• Based on the sugar headcanon at the start. He once did a challenge on his ninjatok where he didn't eat any sugar for a week

>By Wednesday he was losing his color and tweaking without a sweet treat after every meal ( he's being dramatic )

>And By the end challenge he almost couldn't even post the last video and once it was done he scarfed down a whole tray of sugar cookies

• He sweeps in sleep-over/party game. >Especially rhythm game !

>Wyldfyre invited him over to a sleepover and he mopped the floor with everyone in Rhythm Heaven, Guitar Hero and Ddr

>Eventually they switched to Mario's party but he swept everyone again

•>They just kept going through games ( super smash bros, Mario Kart, uno etc) eventually Gave up and made him sit on the couch as everyone else played

• If he knows you. He'll know your birthday. And the spilt second it turns midnight on the day before your b day he'll spam you with "HAPPPY BIRTHDAYY BITFHHH HAVE AMAZING FUN AND AWESOME BIRTHDAYY STANG ZOOT!!!!!!!" and then send a voice memo of him singing happy birthday but with brainrot words

• He has 5 phones, 3 laptops, 10 PCs and 15 game consoles. Don't think you can ever ban my man from any social media or game he'll always come back.

• Favorite fruits are mangos, raspberries, blueberries and tomatoes

• In one of the games Roby saw smth flying over their head and just stopped everything to stare at it. So for A good bit, there was just no commentary from him or shots of the fight it was just the camera facing down

• Robys a Lil nasty in terms of if he tries smth he doesn't like he projectile spits

• He's the biggest yapper when watching movies. Always commenting on everything and crafting theories on the spot

• He can recite the entirety of the Heather's musical to a t

• In his free time he guest host talk shows (like Jerry Springer/Oprah but imagine ninjago ver) and his FAVORITE thing is "You are not/are" the father

> He has ran laps around the studio as everything breaks into chaos after every single "are you or not the father" answer reveals

> He even got a show canceled after the incident of him going too far and sending a baby flying by accidentally kicking the baby's carage

• He loves playing roblox and claims his dad owns roblox ALWAYS

• Smells like satin fabric, charcoal, chocolate

• When he sleeps he goes "Honk mimimimimimi" and hugs a comically small teddy bear with a little sleeping cap

Anyways thanks for listing to me yap

[issybettyx]

Technoblade myth/legend au, except he’s not as terrifying as the stories paint him to be

Tdlr; Tommy’s a kid who grew up hearing stories of several different creatures and serial killers, Wilbur used to tell him one most nights if he wasn’t yet asleep. It was the legend of Technoblade that scared him the most.

Techno was an immortal being with something to prove, and he saw a blonde kid who thought twice before walking away and took a leap of faith

Or: techno finds his new brother on the side of the road, and tommy isn’t exactly against it

Or or: bedrock bros :DDDD

It’s a bit longer than i meant it to be, so you’re in for the long run (idk the word count i cant check)

Mentions of murder, scary imagery, near death experience

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One thing Tommy remembered when he was growing up was Wilbur telling him bed time stories. Until he was 8, his brother would tell him stories of travellers, of dragons and talking cats. After his 8th birthday, however, those childish fantasies became something a little… darker.

One night, when Tommy was 9, Wilbur clambered into his bed as usual, a wicked smile on his face. “Today’s story is a very special one, Toms, you know why?” He asked giddily, grinning into his palm as Tommy shook his head, exhaustion already pulled over his head as he yawned, “Because today’s story isn’t just a myth, but a legend.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A myth is usually made up, from a very long time ago, but legends are real historical events that simply cannot be proven because they’re so old.” Wilbur explained, leaning on the wall as he flicked his flashlight on, revealing his wide smile. “Today’s story is about an immortal being named Technoblade.”

Apparently, according to Wilbur, Technoblade’s story started when he was 6. The boy was thrown to the wolves, and that was not a metaphoric statement. The gods found him, bloodied and torn as he lay beside a wolf pup, his arm slung around it as he gathered any last hint of warmth it was willing to offer.

It seemed he was on his last few breaths, but Death took mercy on him, using her abilities to restore him. Except, these restorations had consequences.

From age 6, Technoblade was made immortal. Not only that, but he was gifted the ability to manipulate blood, his blue eyes flashing a bright red whenever he so much as caught a glimpse of dripping red.

However, all powers have their drawbacks. Technoblade’s had come in the form of voices that yearned for the blood his veins pulsed only to control. Voices that willed him into mass murder, that placed him in the middle of battlefields with no choice but to get a few specks of blood on his knuckles.

Wilbur had explained his appearance strangely; his clothing consisted of a white frilled shirt and black trousers, way too fancy for every-day wear. His boots were once black, now brown from the dirt that soaked them. Pink hair was usually plaited, cascading down his back with different flowers sewn into the folds. Freckles dotted his face, and an emerald necklace dangled from his ears that were already overloaded with gold.

“He’s terrified people for generations, wiped out entire armies in his leave.” Wilbur explained, and never before had Tommy felt such fear; purely because this wasn’t a myth, this wasn’t something fake Wilbur had made up on the spot but a legend. Technoblade was real, and their deaths sat heavy on his shoulders in a way he knew couldn’t be too heavy for a man such as him to carry. “People haven’t seen him in centuries, but the worry remains, the wonder of when his return shall be.”

“Where did he go?” Tommy asked quietly, whispering it with such alarm that Wilbur gave him a soft smile, placing his flashlight down in favour of holding the sides of Tommy’s face.

“No one knows, some say the gods finally welcomed him into the afterlife, others say he’s been waiting somewhere far away to be able to pounce at the right moment.” Wilbur elucidated, and Tommy didn’t like that thought at all. Someone so dangerous could be lurking the planet, and all they could do was sit and wait for him to pass through and leave a trail of bodies behind him. “But hey,” the boy started again, and Tommy willed himself to look up, ignoring the fear in his chest, “You’re too awesome, he wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on you, you’re not even an orphan he wouldn’t care.”

Tommy wanted to ask, but after a short moment of deliberation he forgot the question, his thoughts lost to the cold shiver of the night.

“But he’s mean? And scary.” He tried, but Wilbur smiled again, brushing the hair from his face.

“I’ve been studying the stories of this legend for a very long time, and though Technoblade may be told to be mean and scary, I have a feeling he wouldn’t want to hurt you.” Wilbur continued, planting a kiss on Tommy’s forehead despite his hands trying - and failing - to swat him away. “You’ll be okay, Dad will save you either way.”

And Tommy had stuck with that thought; he forced Wilbur’s confidence into his own brain every day for the next few years, and no one ever really questioned it. Well, that’s a lie, many people questions his adamance on why Technoblade was painted in such a terrible light, how their fear was justified but not for the correct reasons.

Tubbo glared at him as if he was insane, and there’s a chance he was, but Tommy would be the last one to admit it.

Aged 11, Tommy had been given homework to write an essay on a legend, and he immediately got to work with Wilbur, finding every story and theory on the legend and writing an extensive essay. It turned out he had to read it in front of his class, and Tommy did so with his chin held high and a smirk on his lips. Once, his brother had said faking confidence soon turned into natural confidence, fake it till you make it.

-

It was a Friday, and Tommy found himself hissing as he stared at the graze on his knee, frowning as he wiped the antiseptic wipe over it.

“That’s a nasty one.” Tubbo supplied, ever helpful as he ripped open the paster packaging. “Maybe the blood god will return to shove it back inside.” He joked, placing the plaster over it with a satisfied hum.

“If I ever meet Technoblade, I don’t know if I’d run or wave him over.” Tommy scoffed, rolling his eyes as he tugged his trouser leg back down, standing as he pushed down a grimace, “Either way, this blood is staying where it is if I have anything to say on the matter.”

“Whatever you say bossman.” Tubbo replied with a hum, throwing his backpack over his shoulders. “See you Monday?”

Tommy nodded. “See ya.”

Only recently had Tommy convinced his Dad to let him walk home, explaining how he was 12 now and in big school and how he could crawl home without an issue; the man seemed to hace an unspoken hatred towards crawling, immediately telling Tommy how he shouldn’t and how horribly dangerous it was. But ‘danger’ was Tommy’s middle name, so he didn’t take the man’s complaints as heavily as he probably should’ve.

Because of this, he never paid that much attention to his surroundings, idly kicking a pebble as he ignored how quiet the street had gotten, the distant sound of screaming and way too many pattering feet.

Tommy didn’t hear the loud footsteps behind him, filled with a determination that could rock the very Earth they stood on.

Tommy didn’t feel the red eyes on him, nor the furrowed brows or the aura of fear radiating behind him.

What he did hear, however, was a low cough to gain his attention, making him immediately spin around, his own blue eyes meeting blood red, a sharp smirk on his lips with his pink hair tied back into a loose ponytail.

Tommy knew he should’ve ran, logically it was the smartest move.

Logically speaking, Tommy was staring at the blood god and found himself not as scared as he probably should be.

“I-“ he started, cutting himself off when the other noticed his strange state of panic, taking a decisive step back which Tommy immediately copied. “You’re the blood god.”

“I prefer the name Techno,” he replied with a shrug, offering his hand with a smile, “Nice to meet you.”

Tommy stared at the hand for a moment, then back ip at the glistening red eyes. And then he ran for it, jumping over any rocks in his way as he listened for another pair of bounding feet to follow him, but the area was silent apart from his own shaky breaths and jumping heart.

And yet, despite the blood-curdling fear in his chest, Tommy found he could only feel bad for the man. No one deserved to be looked at in the way Tommy had looked at him, no one deserved to have crowds of children scatter at their mere presence.

And maybe the man didn’t deserve the violent voices that screamed in his head.

Tommy knew he should’ve turned back, he should’ve looked and at least smiled, but his body willed him on, and his front door shut behind him before he could even change his mind.

-

Tommy needed air.

Maybe leaving the house when a violent immortal was on the loose was a bad idea, but he found that he didn’t really care.

In his research, Tommy found so many more things about him.

For example, apparently he had a pet polar bear when he lived in Antartica - apparently because he couldn’t die he thought it would be a fantastic place to live - named Steve, and someone had tried to assassinate the poor thing. And Technoblade made sure they never saw the light of day again.

He was also caught with a book in his hands a fair few times, eyes tracking the page with such ease that only came with centuries of practice.

Tommy wanted to fear Technoblade, wanted his heart to pound in his ears and run when those red eyes glared at him, but he found he simply couldn’t. In fact, the main reason he ran was out of pure shock and confusion, in his righteous opinion.

The air was cold that night, and Tommy didn’t bother repressing his shivers as he shoved his hands into his pockets, slipping in his earphones and letting his feet match the beat. He walked down beside the canal, finding a bench and falling onto it, sighing as he shut his eyes for a moment.

“Hullo.”

His eyes shot open.

At first, that wanted fear thrummed slightly in his chest, red eyes significantly standing out among the dark sky. But the way he held himself was anything but confident, his glasses looked a little too nerdy and his hair looked as if he’d swiftly thrown it up before a quick morning jog.

And, despite Wilbur’s insistence that the man never changed his clothing, Technoblade had a black hoodie on, jeans on his legs and boots on his feet.

The immortal bit his lip, waiting for any kind of movement or response, but got nothing.

“Sorry for, uh, scaring you earlier.” He continued, running a hand through his hair before frowning, apparently realising it was tied up. “I didn’t- don’t want to hurt you, you were just, uh, bleeding.”

Oh. Right.

His eyes only shone red when there was blood.

Some people theorised he was like a shark, that he could find someone simply by the smell of blood.

“Could I-“ he started, shifting his feet on the stone with an uncertain look. “Could I fix it?”

Even after everything, after Tommy educated himself on Technoblade’s abilities, after he spent months preaching about how genuinely good of a person he was, after Technoblade scared him off and didn’t bother giving him chase. After he stood uncertain as if worried he would accidentally hit a fly out of the air.

Tommy still found himself shocked.

Even more shocked at his own words.

“Only if I can fix your hair, it’s fucked up.”

Silence overtook them, and Tommy found himself not even bothering to be scared, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“My hair is perfectly okay, thank you very much.” The man huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest with a frown. Tommy knew he should scream and run and lock himself in a room until the legend forgot he was in there, but instead he found himself chuckling, rolling his eyes and moving over as a silent invitation for the other to sit.

But he paused, glancing at the space and back at Tommy, the boy frowning.

“Are you sure?” He asked, taking a step closer as if he was afraid of the seat barking at him.

Tommy scoffed, “You’re scary, you kill, blah blah blah.” Technoblade froze, Tommy didn’t bothering commenting. “You haven’t killed me, nor anyone since you’ve come back, I have zero reason to be scared of you so sit before I force your awkward ass onto the chair.”

For a moment, Tommy seriously regretted speaking to a god like that. He knew Death would be kicking at his heels until it became weak enough to kill him with a single arrow shot.

But then, a smile broke out onto his face, and he sat down, bringing his legs up and crossing them in front of him. “Where’s the cut?” He asked, scanning over Tommy who huffed, lifting his trouser leg.

But Technoblade frowned, looking at it with a careful eye. “There’s no blood there, wrong leg?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the now-smirking Tommy, who made a point to rip off his plaster and show off his amazing graze to the one man who could kill him with an injury as such.

It was well known that grazes didn’t kill unless it got infected and untreated, however Technoblade could control any blood he could see. If his mind had a connection to the circulatory system, he could manipulate it.

As the stories had always said, a lost leg would be on equal level as a paper cut.

In Technoblade’s books anyways.

“Woah.” He whispered quietly, going to touch it before flinching back. “Can I touch it? I need to, to uh, heal it.” Tommy shrugged, watching Technoblade move his hand make and carefully press the tips of his fingers to it.

For a quiet moment, nothing happened.

But then, when Tommy leaned in closer, he saw a humming red on his skin, the graze knitting itself back together as if it had never been there in the first place.

It took around ten seconds for it to be fully healed, and the moment the red stopped humming he pulled back, as if worried he would do more damage than good.

“Thanks big man.” Tommy thanked as he looked at his knee, admiration overtaking as a smile continued to sit on his face. “This is fucking awesome.” Then, he looked back at the other, finding an uncertain look on his face as he looked at the canal water in front of them.

His eyes squinted, no longer red but now a pale blue, at the surface of it, a conflicted look on his face that Tommy knew meant danger.

The voices still existed, Tommy knew that much as he watched Technoblade press the ends of his nails into his palms.

The voices demanded blood, and usually took the person closest. And Tommy was sat pretty damn close.

So you know what the best course of action was?

To shuffle closer, demand the man to turn and pull his messed hair out of the hair-tie it was being held back in.

“What happened to your plait, Technoblade?” Tommy asked calmly, mostly as a form of conversation as he brushed his fingers through the man’s knotted hair (a hairbrush would be ideal, but he could work with what he had).

The man didn’t move or say anything for a moment, making a point to stare at his hands as he picked at the skin at the ends of them. “I forgot,” he said, and at the lack of an answer decided to clarify, “How to braid, I mean.” And then. “And Techno’s fine.”

“You can’t just forget, it doesn’t work like that.” Tommy sighed back, splitting his hair into three before moving the one in the right into the centre, swapping their places. “It’s muscle memory, I bet you could do it in your sleep.”

“An old friend taught me how, but when she passed I just… couldn’t,” he tried to explain, but when he knew Tommy only frowned more he tried to fix it, “I forgot because I simply didn’t do it for so long, muscle memory doesn’t matter if your muscles have done everything.”

“My muscles do everything.” Tommy continued, Techno humming as if it made sense, “They flex, and grow, they do a lot of growing. They impress women-“

“How many?”

“Thousands.”

“Wow, quite the muscles.”

Tommy paused to look over the man’s shoulder, a grin broad on his face. “That’s what I said, but Wilbur didn’t agree, Wilbur said that I had no muscles and no women liked me.”

Techno hummed again, letting the hands thread through his hair. “Who’s Wilbur?”

“My brother,” he responded, disdain costing his words, and if it wasn’t for his hands moving without shaking Techno may have slain the man where he stood. “He plays guitar and stuff, massive prick but he’s super cool, so it’s okay.”

“And what’s your name?” Techno prompted, handing Tommy a hair-tie which he took happily, tying the end as he thought.

Once, Wilbur had told him about how Technoblade enjoyed learning about Greek Mythology. Sure he was a god, but old beliefs were still interesting to learn about, and Tommy had spent the entire next three months learning everything he could about them all.

“Theseus.” He replied, flicking the plait over the god’s shoulders, moving in front of Techno and offering his hand, doing a slight bow. “But you can call me Tommy.��

Techno’s smile was wide, accepting the hand before standing. “Well it was fantastic meeting you Tommy, not many people are as… well, not scared I guess.”

“Because many people are pussies, but we’re not pussies are we Techno?”

With a sigh, and a shake of his head, Techno smiled just a little brighter. “No Tommy, we’re very awesome and not at all scared of anyone.”

When Tommy frowned, Techno faltered, and Tommy could see the flicker of worry and self-doubt in the man’s eyes.

“What-“

“Say bitch.” He whispered, staring at Techno who seemed strange bewildered.

“I’m sorry?”

“Say bitch, Techno, say it or you are one.”

“I don’t swear, not when I don’t need to.” Techno responded, his smile returning but with more pride. “You can’t make me.”

“Okay, say ass.”

“That counts.”

“No it doesn’t, Dad lets me say that one.”

“How old are you? Like four?”

Tommy’s gasp was a little too loud, but Techno grinned nonetheless.

“Four? How childish do you think I am?!”

“Well-“

An extra pair of footsteps interrupted them, and Techno instinctively turned to them, eyes wide as he stared at the person new to the scene. Tommy took a moment, groaning in annoyance as he sighed, pinching his eyes before turning.

Wilbur’s brown eyes met his own.

“Tommy.” Wilbur started, his voice cautious as his gaze flicked to Techno, the man stood unsure of who to focus on. “Tommy get behind me.”

“Wilbur it’s fine-“

“That’s Technoblade.” He practically spat, glaring at the god who simply shuffled uncomfortably, shoving his hands into his pockets as he avoided any eye contact. “You’re in danger, so please step away before I do anything stupid.”

“You are being stupid, it’s fine I know who he is.” Tommy replied with a shrug, making a point to pick up Techno’s hand and mess with it, turning it over and moving his fingers back and forth, the owner of the hand staring back with utter confusion. “See? Harmless.”

“Tommy-“

“You’re the one who told me he was fine, and look,” he said with a smile, raising the hand in the air as Techno smiled directly at him, ignoring the other person accompanying them. “You were right.”

“Yeah but he can still fucking kill you! Did you never learn about stranger danger?!”

“I mean he healed my graze, look!” Tommy said excitedly, dropping the hand to lift up his trouser leg, making sure Wilbur was looking at it as commanded. “It’s good as new.”

“Dad will kill you.”

“I’ll kill him first.”

“Not on my watch, he makes amazing pizza and I don’t think I can live without it.” Wilbur told him, seemingly more relaxed as he pointed at the kid, then at Techno with a more careful eye. “Don’t get any ideas.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He muttered back just loud enough for the other to hear, before turning to Tommy, crouching to his height. “Who’s this Dad of yours? Is he good not only because of pizza?”

“Dad’s the best.” Tommy affirmed, and when Wilbur didn’t disagree it seemed good enough. “He is very boring though, he spends his time reading and going to the library, you’d probably get along great.”

“You horribly concern me, Tommy.” Techno sighed out, and Tommy beamed happily, seemingly taking it as a compliment, “Does he have a name or do I just call him Dad until you give me something to call him?”

“Phil.” Tommy said immediately, smiling as he swung. “Phil Watson.”

What they didn’t expect was for Techno to freeze, not before standing and staring at Tommy with wide eyes.

“What?” Wilbur asked sternly, moving and slowly dragging Tommy away to a safer distance, scanning Techno’s furrowed brows with caution.

“Phil Watson as in Philza Minecraft Watson?”

Tommy and his brother shared an unsure glance, before eventually nodding.

Techno continued to stare blankly.

“You heard of him? He on your hit-list?” Wilbur scowled, tugging his brother closer who tried to struggle out of the grip. Techno frowned.

“If Phil was on my hit-list I would kill the person who asked for his head.” Techno practically growled, and this only confused them both a little more. And then, after a few deep breaths, the murderous glint to the god’s eyes was gone, and he felt back onto the bench with a sigh. “Phil’s a good man, I can’t deny the fact he is likely as good a father as he is a man.”

“You know Dad?” Tommy asked, finally pulling away from Wilbur and sitting beside Techno, his legs kicking beneath him as the god let his eyes drift shut.

“He taught me how to quiet the voices, amongst other things.” After a quiet moment of consideration, Wilbur moved to sit next to Tommy, making sure he was far away from the god even when Tommy edged closer and rested his head on the man’s shoulder. He was always too trusting, Wilbur promised to scold him for it if they came out of this alive.

“But how do you know him?” Tommy asked after a moment, and Techno hummed in questioning. “I swear no one’s seen you in, like, hundreds of years.”

“Well yeah, but-“ he cut himself off, and Wilbur immediately glared at him, as if daring to accuse their Dad of anything. “But he taught me, in secret, a few years ago.”

It was clearly a lie, and Wilbur really wanted to force to truth out, but Tommy beat him to speaking, always eager to say something else. “That’s very nice of him, I like Dad even more now.”

“More than Tubbo?”

Tommy looked at Wilbur, something daring and almost disgusted in his eyes.

“Please.”

Techno laughed, and it shocked Wilbur so much he forgot he was meant to be scared, finding himself smiling as well at his brothers antics.

“How old are you?”

Wilbur laughed this time, mostly at the offended look on Techno’s face.

“Oh god, I’m gonna have to talk to Phil about this, teach you some manners about how to speak to immortal beings.” He sighed out, and Wilbur pressed his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. “Never ask a god his age.”

Wilbur leaned over to Tommy, whispering something in his ear that made the boy’s eyes gleam.

“You’re 7658!”

After a brief moment of processing and quick maths, glared at the kid, and then at Wilbur who was smirking. “You guys know way too much about me, first the Theseus comment, then the braid, now my age which I didn’t even know myself, what’s next?” Despite the tone, the man didn’t seem too unhappy about it (if his smile was anything to go off of).

“Did you know that Death visited you on your 1000th birthday and gifted you a cool ass sword?” Wilbur asked, as if he didn’t know he’d lived through it himself. Techno, for one was astonished. Tommy had that same curiosity he always carried with him wherever he went.

“Do you still have it? Is it still cool ass? Did Death kill you?”

“I mean I feel pretty alive right now.” Techno mumbled, looking at his scarred hands with a frown. “I think.”

“What about the time when the God of Life gave you a wolf big enough to be ridden as a horse, how epic was that?” Wilbur asked, leaning forward as he looked at him, an emotion akin to amazement in his eyes.

“Oh! Oh! What did you name it?”

Techno grinned, “Floof.”

Wilbur grimaced, Tommy seemed to love it even more than the owner himself.

“That is epic.”

Techno grinned, and Wilbur found himself weirdly comfortable in the Blood God’s company, even if he reprimanded himself for it. Tommy seemed to simply be enjoying it, and Wilbur would be lying if he said he didn’t want to join him.

—

“Phil?” Techno’s deep voice rang through the house, Tommy and Wilbur kicking off their shoes and immediately running to the kitchen to find snacks.

“Yeah?” The man called back, no hesitance as if it was a normal occurrence to have an old friend shouting your name. It was also strange because Tommy and Wilbur never called their dad by his first name, the former had explained how it was ‘disrespecting the best man ever’.

And then, after a moment, the door slammed open and fast footsteps followed, even the boys in the kitchen paused to watch their Dad jump down half the steps before pausing, staring right into Techno’s eyes without a hint of worry or fear, but rather relief.

He was immediately pulled into a hug, and Techno didn’t bother stopping the tears, holding him tight with no means of letting go. It felt safe, like everyone in the world who was after him would back off with Phil holding him in such a way.

“I’m sorry.” He cried quietly, and the warm, safe arms only held him tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright mate.” Phil responded quietly, running his hand down the man’s plait with a smile. “Nice plait, did you finally relearn?”

“No your son did it.”

Phil froze, breath pausing for just a moment before finally relaxing, likely having lost a few years off his life from just that minute alone.

“Are they still out?” He asked quietly, hoping for an answer he knew he wasn’t going to get.

“Nope they’re stood right behind you.” He whispered back, and he heard Phil sigh, regretfully pulling away and turning to look at his sons, both as confused as each other. “What did I tell you guys about stranger danger?”

“Well he clearly isn’t a stranger.” Wilbur mumbled.

“Strangers are people you don’t know, I know Technoblade!”

“Yeah, you know that he’s killed a fuck ton of people.” He pointed out, Techno smiling slightly as Wilbur grimaced, Tommy rolling his eyes.

“He fixed my leg though! Look! Dad look!”

Phil was subjected to looking at Tommy’s healed knee, humming in satisfaction. “That was very nice of him.”

“It was! It was! He said he knew you, you helped him! You’re very cool Dad.”

Phil smiled so bright Techno was worried the kid would be blinded. “Thanks kiddo.”

And then, Techno caught Wilbur’s gaze. His eyes were carefully squinted, his mouth even and his hands being clenched and unclenched at his sides.

The kid knew something, so Techno smiled, rocking on his feet as the boy looked on in disbelief.

“Dad why are you friends with Technoblade?”

“Why are you friends with Technoblade?” Phil asked back immediately, clearly deflecting, but the boy didn’t seem to notice, huffing.

“Because he was nice to me! And he didn’t hurt me! And he’s cool and I like cool people!”

“Dad?” Wilbur asked, his father smiling as he looked at him, “How old are you?” He asked slowly, carefully, and clearly with a thought in his head. Phil noticed it, smiling with warning.

“Don’t ask me my age, that’s rude.” He huffed back, standing and ruffling Tommy’s hair. What he didn’t expect was for Wilbur to smile back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Techno said that you never ask a god his age.” Wilbur continued, and Phil paused, glancing back at Techno who sunk into himself. “And he also said you helped him a few years ago, but you hardly ever leave the house unless it’s for shopping.”

Tommy gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. “You’re old old.”

“I’m not that old.” Phil reasoned, but he knew any attempts at lying would be futile, sighing. “Okay maybe a few thousand years is a bit old-“

“Tubbo’s Dad is old, he’s 40 next Thursday.” Tommy explained, and Phil could only stand baffled, looking to Techno for help, but the man only smiled again, looking into Wilbur’s proud eyes with something almost challenging. “Wow, you’re both old, me and Wilbur are so much better than you two.”

Wilbur nodded in agreement, and Phil sighed, wondering if after everything these boys would be the death of him. Maybe they would, they definitely could if they tried.

Instead, they all decided to settle on the sofa that night, Tommy making the executive decision to fall asleep at Techno’s side, Wilbur dozing off in front of him with Phil running his hands through his hair, Techno focusing only on the telly.

The stories painted Technoblade as a horrible man, a man who yearned for blood and dreamt of the fall of armies, of governments up in flames and orphans at the end of his sword.

But here he sat, with a young boy held close and his friend by his side, an older boy by his feet who had managed to feel comfortable enough in his presence to let sleep take him.

Sometimes stories aren’t always completely correct. Technoblade was living proof of such a statement.

[bee-dot-exe]

Soldier Poet King SBI

I was sitting in bed, probably with my cat, watching I wanna say a birthday celebration stream with Karl, Foolish, Tina, and Brooke one year ago tonight. I was laughing and stimming and getting some screenshots, it was great, then a notification popped up. "Technoblade uploaded a video."

I quietly but audibly apologized for having to leave because he never uploads, even if the title did make me a little confused and nervous.

I thought it was a joke until about halfway through the letter. I kept saying "wait." I took it off full screen and refreshed the comments, saw curses and apologies and condolences, then refreshed again just in case. I heard "because I love you guys" and I couldn't hear anything anymore.

I cried so hard I felt sick. I couldn't catch my breath. I could see my iPad on the bed in front of me still playing the video but I wasn't watching or listening.

I have several stuffed animals, and I've just never named them or associated them with anything, with all but three. A septiceye from Jack's merch, a grey sheep named Friend, and a pink and white Squishmallow rabbit that makes me thinks of Origins. I don't really remember anything from that night after except holding that rabbit.

Grief is such a weird thing. There are so many good moments where I laugh until my stomach hurts. But there's also moments where I just emotionally and sometimes physically freeze. Watching videos, stims I've picked up from or because of him, seeing fanart.

It's beautiful and it's weird, that there will continue to be things, not directly from him, but about him, and I feel honored that these things happened at all, before and still.

I didn't think that would be so long, sorry about that, but thank you for letting me write it, and sorry if it made you emotional in any way, but thank you for reading it.

See you later, Techno, we miss and love you so much, we'll be alright, I hope you're resting easy out there.

Now then. Something I've wanted and been meaning to write for a long time. I'm quite proud of this, I had a lot of fun making it, it's so soft, I hope you enjoy.

Based on the song Soldier Poet King by The Oh Hellos

975 words

I mean a couple curses cause Tommy's in it if you care but no other warnings

The dull creak of wooden porch breathing then settling as the rocking chair I sat on lulled above it. A soft medley of chirps and trills from a variety of birds in the surrounding trees, an array of stark browns and calming greens, or high above in the sea of cerulean and cornflower with candy floss dots of porcelain. The occasional mumble or soft grunt of moo's from fenced in landscape. The gentle rush and subtle scent of a nearby stream. My personal symphony.

The sound of metal against metal brought me back.

"What the fuck, man, can't let me have one win, can you?"

"Afraid not."

"Come on, dude, I'm trying."

"Get better."

"What do you think I'm doing!"

"Not being better."

"Wiiiiiiiiiiiil!"

Wilbur was sitting under a tree and started playing his guitar louder as a response.

I saw Tommy move to tackle the older in my peripherals, but Techno moved to the side, before pinning his opponent to the earth with his slightly dull blade, blonde curls bouncing slightly as they peeked from beneath his helmet as he landed, the victor's own a color not unlike bubblegum or strawberry ice cream in wisps beneath his own, slightly unkept from the activities.

"Alright, settle down, be nice." I said in the direction of those dueling, rocking chair creaking slightly from the pressure of standing up, moving in the direction of gentle guitar strums.

"Come over here with Wil and I, I have something to show you."

"Whatcha got there, Dadza?" Asked Tommy, head tilting forward in question towards the slightly fraying book.

"Come over and find out, mate." I pat the ground at either side as a gesture to join.

Tommy sat at one end next to Wilbur, who promptly pulled him into a side cuddle, Techno sat at my other side, a bit more reserved on affection, but leaning in a tad to see the book in my hands, the cover read "making memories."

I opened to the first page, which held a photo of a small boy, hair mostly straight and dusty brown, about ten years before becoming the color it is now, he was holding a sword someone helped make out of cardboard, making a face as intimidating as a toddler could manage.

"Look at the little Technoblade!" Wilbur cooed in a higher octave. Techno began to curl into himself and his face slowly deepened in a shade of embarrassment.

"None of that, mate, because you see, that weapon of cardboard would become one of metal in a short matter of years, he would become a soldier in a sense, protecting the ones he holds closest to his chest, verbally and physically, a hero in and out of his home."

He adjusted himself to sit straighter, and brushed the pieces of hair from the front of his face, a whisper of a smile found itself on his features as I turned the page.

A boy, with a pile of muddy colored curls, mostly brushed to his right side, and wire rimmed glasses just on the side of being too big, smiled with closed lips and shining dimples.

"Wilby!"

Tommy stated brightly, Wilbur brought him into a closer cuddle.

"Right you are, and those glasses would soon come to fit him, and he would really start to find his voice, metaphorically, not long after this was taken if I'm correct. His already strong and bright imagination would scream and run and paint the world. He will be a poet, a musician, a singer, the list keeps growing, he knew then and knows still how to slay one with his tongue, an artist from the day he entered this earthside."

He adjusted the same shape of glasses he's grown attached to since the start that sit on his face, and brushed slender fingers along the neck of his instrument lightly, I turned the page again.

A boy, a mop of curly hair like sunshine and dandelions, blooms of freckles on his nose and cheekbones, a smile so bright and brilliant it reached the corners of his eyes, a gap indicating a missing tooth on display.

"You were so proud, runt." Techno stated. Wilbur reached to ruffle the still unruly curls of the boy the conversation surrounded.

"Course I was, bitch, now I've got these bad boys." He grinned and pointed to the tracks of metal across both rows of teeth.

"Give it time, Toms, you'll be rid of those in due time. This kid with hair like gold and gaps in his teeth will become a ruler, a glue of sorts to those who have the honor of becoming close with him, his spirit as bright as the sun and energy magnetic, can only continue to grow and roam wild and free."

Sun glistening off braces as he smiled, eyes just as crinkled as in the photo, blossoming freckles just as apparent.

"You heard the man, kid's a ruler, think that means he deserves a crown, now if you'd be so kind as to show me where it is, Technoblade."

"Not a chance, Theseus."

"What about you then, Phil?"

"What about me, mate?"

"We all got these names and stories, what about you, why didn't you get anything?"

Wilbur questioned, his head almost touching my shoulder to admire the pages of the book in my lap, eyes sparkling with wonder and curiosity.

Time stalled in that moment, the three surrounding me having seemingly gone back in time as we huddled together and reminisced. To the days where hair looked a little different, where faces were a little chubbier, where voices were a little higher, where bodies weren't taller than my own.

"I'm more than alright being the narrator and the reader of your own stories."

We continued to flip through the album, commenting on the majority, laughter joined part in the symphony.

[smallchaoscryptid]

What Would You Trade the Pain For

otherwise known as I stopped writing DSMP fanfiction about a year ago and still had a beloved dbh inspired au plotted out and saw other people posting their fics they wont ever finish as little tumblr posts so i decided to do it too. i hope yall enjoy word count: 825 words tw for character death

Tommy and Wilbur are Phil's kids.

Wilbur dies and Phil creates robots out of grief after Wilbur's death.

Tommy leaves home after Phil starts to create the robots and pretty much never interacts with Phil.

A few years pass and Tommy become friends with Ranboo and Tubbo

For his birthday Ranboo and Tubbo get Tommy a gift.

Tommy groaned at the banging on his front door. He had wanted to spend his birthday sleeping in and lounging around the house but clearly the world had other plans. Tommy rolled himself and started to make his way to the front door of his apartment. With a groan Tommy swung open his front door. “Morning, Bossman.” Tubbo chimed as soon as the door was open. “Happy birthday, Tommy.” Ranboo whispered, holding out a white cake with ‘Happy Birthday’ written on in in red icing.  “You both are lucky that I enjoy your baking Ranboo.” Tommy replied, moving out of the doorway to let the other two enter the apartment.  “You don’t mean that.” Tubbo replied, as he tugged in a large box that Tommy had not noticed before. “What the fuck is that?” Tommy asked guesturing to the box. “A gift. Have you never gotten a gift, bossman?” Tubbo  asked, as he set the large box next to Tommy’s couch as if it was an end table. “Of couse, I’ve gotten a gift before.” Tommy replied crossing his arms. While it was true that he had gotten a gift before but it had been years since then. Tommy hadn’t gotten a gift from someone else in a few years now. The last gift he had gotten was the birthday before his brother died and not too long after the birthday that his brother died Tommy had left home for the last time. 

Tommy opens the gift and it is a W1lbur unit and Tommy pretends to be thankful for the gift but is actually upset about seeing his dead brothers face on a robot that his dad made.

A week passes

Tubbo returns to Tommy's apartment and sees that Tommy is just using the unopened box as a side table.

They have an argument about how Tommy doesn’t like the gift.

Tubbo asks Tommy how does he know he doesn't like it if he hasn't opened it.

A few days pass

Tubbo comes back and bugs Tommy again about the robot and Tommy finally caves and asks Tubbo if he opens the box if Tubbo will stop bugging him.

Tubbo agrees.

Tommy sets up the W1lbur unit.

Later

W1bur and Tommy bonding sequence.

W1lbur trying to get Tommy to properly take care of himself.

Tommy gets sick and W1lbur takes care of him and makes him the same soup that Wilbur used to make when he was sick.

W1lbur slowly becoming more like Wilbur.

Tommy ends up nicknameing W1lbur Ghostbur.

More Tommy and W1lbur bonding.

Tommy and W1lbur walking somewhere at night and someone tries to mug them and W1lbur gets stabbed. 

“You are okay, Tommy.”  “No, I’m not.” “You are okay. I need to power down to save my files but you are okay and I love you.”

Which mirrors when Wilbur died:

“It’s okay, Tommy.” “No it’s not, you’ve been stabbed.” “It’s okay. You’re going to be fine. I love you”

Tommy calls the cops for help.

Cops saying they can look into property damaged but there isn't much else they can do.

Tommy saying fuck it and taking W1lbur home and tries to figure out how to save him.

Tommy decides his only option is to go see his dad because surely the one who created the robots can fix them.

Tommy goes to Phil's 

Techno opens the door of Phil's house and tells Tommy they can't fix any broken robots that some kid brings to them and tells Tommy to just buy a new one.

Tommy won't leave and ends up saying that he is Phil's kid and shows his ID.

Techno lets Phil know that Tommy is back and Phil asks Tommy why and Tommy begs Phil to fix W1lbur.

Phil tells Tommy that he can give him a new one.

Tommy tells Phil that it wouldn't be the same and that this one had learned things that it shouldn't have been able to and a new one wouldn't be able to do that.

Phil decides to try and fix W1lbur but tells Tommy that he can't promise that he can fix them.

Tommy ends up having to stay there and finds out his old room is still in a destroyed state like he had left it.

Tommy ends up having to sleep in Wilbur's similarly untouched room.

Somehow W1lbur is fixed and they all bond again and get back to being a family.

Maybe Phil and Tommy bond over fixing Tommy's room and Phil apologizes for not being there for Tommy after Wilbur's death. 

[i-go-by-whatever]

uh this is gonna be me processing how i feel one year after the news of technoblades passing. skip this one.

it was 10am on july 1st when i learned of the news. the first thing i saw when i woke up was dreams tweet and i just saw 'fuck cancer' and my heart fucking dropped. in that split second i was thinking 'oh no, did it get bad again?' i didnt think that he died. i had hope. when i watched the video and listened to his last words, my heart was shattered and i simply did not know what to do but cry for hours.

i had just got out of a week long 'down' state, when i had felt the worst ive been in years and i had one good day before i heard the news. i fell back into the sadness and it sucked. it sucked so bad.

every few hours id go on twitter and see more people react to it throughout the day. i watched as his family, friends, and community mourned him. every passing tweet made me cry. technoblade meant so much to a lot of people. he meant a lot to me too. and his death hit me so hard i was blindsided by the pain.

its an insane feeling to grieve over someone i dont know or never met, whom i only started watching for less than two years. it makes me feel insane to cry about it when none of my friends knew him. it feels insane how there is no tangible way techno had changed my life because i built no friendships through him, or made art of him, or was even an active member of the community. all i got was/is my love for him and his friends that he introduced me to. idk how to explain it, but it felt like i dont deserve to grieve him.

but obviously his community has been so loving through and through. we held each other, even though i personally spoke to nobody about it (given the fact that i dont talk to anyone or tweet on twitter and nobody irl knew him). theres still a weird feeling of loneliness and isolation despite the collective grief.

the toughest thing to watch was his father grieving him together with us. i had lost my father when i was a child and i watched his mother mourn him. it never made sense then that a parent should watch their kid die. it still doesnt make sense now. in some egotistical, nonsensical way, it felt like the universe did a trade with me.

i have never had any direct communication with technodad, but i think he had helped a lot in my processing my pre-existing grief over my father, together with our grief over technoblade, and everyone else i have lost in between. i will forever appreciate him for that.

sidenote: the dream technodad had about being at a gathering and he couldn't find technoblade. but turns out he was in the other room playing a game. and in the dream he was like 'oh thank god he's not dead' but when he woke up reality hit him like a truck?

yeah well, that was how it felt when i found out my dad passed away all those years ago. i woke up to a house filled with relatives and my mother pulled me aside to tell me my dad had passed away. he was the only person who wasnt there.

the grief i have for technoblade is so deeply intertwined with my grief for my father and i dont think i can ever succinctly explain it to anyone in my life. because they happened 16 years apart and had no connection whatsoever except for me whos in the middle. slowly processing my own grief.

(midwriting this i suddenly realized that after my birthday this year i will be older than technoblade could ever be and im sobbing silently in my room so my roommates cant hear me)

it sucks being someone who doesnt cry in front of people and struggle to ask for help or even a hug. the loneliness is palpable. thats why i wrote everything here.

i love you, technoblade.

i love you, dad.

im sorry to lump the two of you together like this. im a little insane, i know. i hope its okay.

[springbons]

YOU LITERALLY TAGGED ME AND I MISSED THE ASK QUESTION THING LOL.

Here ya go :)

For CY:

Halloween, Paranormal Activity, Orphan, Texas Chain Saw Massacre

gonna bullshit the other 3

PP:

Black Christmas

CC:

Misery

And DiTD:

Scream

(Man I don't know ANY of these other than CY)

Oh Goodie! These are all amazing. Let's see! [CY] -Halloween Riktor LOVES Halloween! Not only is it Noah's birthday, which is already a great time, he gets to do all sorts of freaky magic in the one day the bridge between worlds is so Short! Derringer likes Free Candy. (He stole from the bowl for kids.) Kurt appreciates Day of the Dead because he essentially becomes a celebrity; an actual Skeleton. Tarrel has no idea what it is but he's willing to learn! Vyra never passes up a good chance to dress-up. Moira does whatever the people she's with do.

-Paranormal Activity Riktor... Obviously. Derringer IS one more or less. Kurt is Literally undead Tarrel has no choice but to believe what he sees. Moira would have rathered not to find out, personally. They freak her out. No-one else of note.

-Orphan Riktor often dreamt his late mother would emerge from the depths of the water to take his soul, for whatever reason. Possibly guilt that he'd never found her body. Derringer cannot feel fear, but he used Riktor's fear against him once. Kurt's biggest fear when he was first made was that he wouldn't have any friends. The fact he only Really Clicked with One, lost them, and then spent something around 8000 years looking for them... Didn't go well mentally. Tarrel was afraid of the dark, like any normal child... He hates it even more now, knowing what monsters lie within it, but when you're a Roman you live in Rome... No-one else of note. (Vyra doesn't wish to speak about this.)

-Texas Chain Saw Massacre Obviously the whole crew is in a carpool, sooo! Riktor likes Driving, but he'd MUCH rather be the map. Noah gets the wheel, probably. Moira's the most responsible so she's in charge of snacks... And in charge of keeping Jackson, Sparrow and Kurt away from the bag of snacks. NOBODY is trusted with the aux cord. That is a turn-based system until they weed out who's going to blast earrape and shitty techno music the whole ride. Tarrel's asleep the whole ride unless something breaks down. He's like a Trunk Monkey, only comes up if you need him. That's how he likes it, nicer to sleep than to watch the chaos.

[PP] -Black Christmas He has nobody left to call him. The call is not for him, he shall not pick up. [CC] -Misery Samson's had many run-ins with freezing weather, even having to work in such conditions given his status as just a peasant in the working colonies. He wouldn't understand the concept of Winter Fun, but if you taught him he'd have alot of fun with it. The Tourist likes nothing more than sitting in warm lighting, enjoying a warm cup of something brown. Tea, coffee, cocoa, he really doesn't care. The Doctor's too insane to do anything but run more experiments. No rest for the wicked! The Rider has no sense for such childish games, they have more important matters to attend to. M23 is a robot... It can handle cold weather though! It'd probably just do home maintenance to keep itself busy. [DiTD] -Scream Henry loves anything Sci-Fi or Supernatural. He loves the idea of there being more to this world than what he can see on the surface. So, Andromeda doesn't really watch movies buuut he'd watch anything Gabe put on... Partly because he doesn't really have a choice, but mostly because he just enjoys her company. Chohko can't see, but she loves audiobooks, anything that can get chills sent up her spine. They usually just make her hungry though.

[cupidmybeloved]

KNITTING

family dynamic sbi x sibling!gn!reader

tommy: you knitted him a cow (henry) for his 4th birthday and he’s kept it with him ever since. no matter what you knit him every year, he just won’t let go of that god damned raggedy cow. the last thing you knitted for him was a red tote bag upon his request. he said it was to carry his discs around more conveniently. you knew about his secret little rendezvous during the early hours of dawn so one day you decided to wait for him to come back. much to your surprise, tommy came back with a red tote bag filled to the brim, not with discs but with freshly picked flowers.

techno: for christmas you had made him a gigantic blanket which he absolutely adored. but if you were being honest, you had only made the blanket out of pettiness due to him constantly complaining about all the blankets in the house being too small. you had hidden a bunch of references in the blanket design for him to find. from things like greek mythology to coded sentences, you did it all. sometimes you’ll be minding your own business and then hearing techno yell in celebration about finding another hidden reference. he often finds himself asking you to knit him clothes since regular human ones just don’t fit him right. once as a joke you made him a bracelet with solar colour changing yarn so he could stick his arm out the window to find out if it was daytime or not without having to blind himself by opening the curtains.

philza: on father’s day he found a bucket hat that you had left on his pillow, it was quite similar to his usual hat, with the slight difference that this one had a few more uses. you had used magical yarn for the hat that causes it to change colour based on the current weather. waterproofing the hat was a difficult task but nonetheless, you had managed to find a villager who was willing to help and now the hat could be used as a bucket. the last thing you added to the hat was prot 3 and oh boy was that a pain. no one was willing to enchant protection on non-armour items so you had to do it yourself.

wilbur: over the years you’ve knitted wilbur many different things but his favourite has to be the glow in the dark guitar strap you made him because he kept loosing his guitar. although, the red beanie he wore everyday was a close second. on april fools day you switched out his iconic beanie with one that looked red but turned bright pink as soon as he wore it. you, tommy, and phil had a blast calling him technoblade the whole day. you swore you even saw techno crack a smile, wilbur however, was loosing it. he didn’t understand why everyone was calling him by his twin's name and quite frankly, he found it offensive.

[soft-boi-eli]

Hello Hello!

I just wanted to say I love your fics!

ALSO!

Could I request a CC!SBI X Gn! Insomniac Reader! Where the reader is an insomniac (Obviously-) but is somehow a pro at MC!

Like they are basically god at the game! They also REALLY enjoy horror games! They don’t get scared easily and LOVE horror movies! They basically love anything horror/creepy-

ANYWAYS!!

The reader lives off of ramen and Monster energy drinks (For fun-)! They have a Twitch (Which has about 18 mil followers and 14 mil subs!) and a YouTube channel (Which has 20 mil followers!)

They mainly play horror games (Obviously-) and MC!

You can do headcanons or scenarios/images with the SBI! Maybe like playing a horror game together or MC? OR! Maybe some things they do together? Or when they meet up? Or-to many ideas Nightmare-

ANYWAYS!

I don’t really care! And don’t worry about taking too long on it!

ALSO!

Maybe we could be friends? Only if you want too!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

<3

Yes. I lovesthese ideas and I'm gonna choose headcannons due to they are a bit easierfor me to write.

And yes I'm perfectly fine with being your friend! I'm actually happy to make friends on this app so yeah!

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing. Insomia, mentions of horror movies. Mention of horror games. Fluff.

SBI with a horror streamer friend head cannons.

*Ahem* tommy wanted to paly a game with you so you choose a game that didn't look like horror until the middle. He screamed at the jump scare and it made both of your chats so happy.

When phil decides to play with you there is literally a silence after a jump scare. Everyone thought he had a heart attack and honestly so did you until he spoke up about accidently hitting his mute button when he jumped.

Wilbur. He's a bit better then tommy but more scared then phil would be. Any little noise won't get him but when it starts to get noticeable the noiseless to him. The jump scare, he'd fall out of his seat and stay on the ground for a bit. You ask if he's good and he literally doesn't answer. He's dead. You killed him. Congrats.

Techno. He'd handle them a bit better then everyone else. Not as good as you but heisnt very paranoid. He literally runs at the noises trying to get jumpscared. While you run after him telling him to stop because if he doesn't then you'd lose and die. And technoblade never dies.

If you all play together both tommy and wilbur pussy out. Techno last the longest and phil the second longest. While you remain the ruler of horror games.

Now how you all met was dream invited you to the dream smp to add to the chaos. Needless to say it got extremely chaotic due to you being on almost 24 hours. You first ran into techno. He seemed confused and skeptical.

You both found eachothers love for potatoes. You set up camp quote close to techno but not too close.

Phil popped in when he needed something for a build and noticed a new name. Talked to you in chat and asked to join your VC. You both found each other talking for a bit.

Wilbur was next. Wilbur got curious over the new person and just hoppedinto the same VC as you techno and phil. He was quick to realize that you were a famous youtuber. Mainly for your horror videos and your extreme Parkcore skills.

In minecraft that is.

Tommy noticing that all of you were in the same VC joined in with shouting. He was low key jealous that everyone was obsessed with you. Then he saw why.

You literally cracked jokes at his shouting.

"Is that an angry pomeranian? Nah nah. It's an angry child. Even better an angry blonde!" - you.

He was shocked and immediately started joking and laughing with you. He wasn't fully angry for long.

Now about your diet. When they heard that you had only eaten ramen and drank angry drinks they were concerned. You lived quite close to techno so when you guys met up he was shocked that you looked as healthy as you did.

He hated the fact that you literally didn't eat anything else.

You told him occasionally you have something other then ramen but you were just too lazy to really cook anything and that you didn't feel like burning the house down.

One month phil, tommy, wilbur, and techno decided to organize a month long sleep over so that they could celebrate your birthday. Phil being quote the father figure cooked different, but easy dinners every night just so you didn't eat only ramen that day.

When they actually arrived though you got a text from Phil asking about your address in your dms. Not think much of it you just sent him your location.

You were going to take a small nap. Just to bost your energy before you went and streamed later that night.

As you were sleeping there was a car heading to your house.

Phil, wilbur, tommy, and techno were all just existing in the car. And when they arrived to your house they didn't expect to actually see a clean house.

You woke to a loud knock.

When you opened the door in your half dazed state you expected a package. But to see four people standing on your porch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You were stuck there blinking at them.

Finally snapping out of it you let them in. Confused on why in the ever loving fuck they were here.

Phil explained they were here to celebrate your 21st birthday and they were here for a month.

You stared at them for a while. Confused on what to do since you haven't had people over in almost 2 years.

But you got use to it.

So when you got done streaming and smelled something other then ramen you were thrown off guard. Like what was that. I haven't smelled that in years.

But after the second day you got use to it too.

For your birthday phil literally made a feast.

Like he found your favorite food other then ramen and cooked it. With that he prepared everything you could dream of.

Your sleeping habits. Let's dig into those.

I'm in no place to talk as right now it's 3:05 in the morning. And here I am.

But when they are over they don't let you stay up till no 3-4 in the morning. They all know the importance of sleep.

But there are those nights where no once can sleep and it results in a late night stream. And streaming for hours none the less.

The amount of accidental all nighters everyone has pulled was immense. But that's what happens with jet lag, adhd, and insomnia.

Literally you get tired randomly. Sleep for only 3 hours. Wake up. Drink coffee, energy drinks, highly caffeinated tea. And don't sleep till late at night.

Pillow forts.

It's a must and it happens. Horror movies, pillow forts, and snacks. Like you all are in this massive fort, watching horror movies, one by one you all are falling asleep. You and techno were the last up due to technos active mind and your body not letting you sleep.

You two literally just vide there, changing the movies from horror to some silly animated movies, like how to train your dragon, frozen, Luca, and many others.

You two pull an all nighter and it's actually a bet to see how long anyone else takes to notice.

You bet an hour. Techno says all day.

You won. Philza notices the worse eye bags under both you and technos eyes and immediately starts scolding.

He is papa bird and he won't let anyone of his children neglect their needs.

"Did you even drink water at all? You guys should of been sleeping not binge watching horror movies all night!" -philza

You could only offer a smirk, along with a laugh.

"I think we did I just can't fully remember. Also we were watching animated films. Not horror. Surprised you didn't wake up to let it go." - you.

You turn to techno.

"You owe me 15 bucks pig boy!"-you again.

Handing you the money he rolls his eyes. "Yeha yeah. Rub it in." -techno.

Ah yeah they found a horror game that you were scared of surprisingly. It was actually surprisingly you hadn't played it yet.

Outlast.

You had been holding off that game until you finished your other one but here you were. Bored out of your mind.

So you decided fuck it.

That game teriffed the shit out of you. It was so good though.

When you screamed they all came rushing up due to the fact that you never scream.

They say you out of your chair, on the floor, blinking. They thought you were hurt.

But you sat up and looked at your computer.

"Damn. That was actually really good." When you looked behind you and found the boys all staring you smiled and waved.

"You need something?"-you

"You screamed. We heard a thud. We thought you fuckin died!" -tommy.

"No I'm alive. My soul almost divorced my body but it's still quite here."-you

That day made highlights.

The popular y/n actually got jump scared. The one person who never screamed at horror games screamed.

When they left you were sad yes but they were still your best friends. Ready to talk when ever you want.

Sometimes I think that you guys talk all through out the night. Them forgetting that you were actually in a different time zone.

Sometimes they pop into your streams, be it MC, horror, you just talking to your fans, or even the once in the blue moon, cheerful games.

They just pop in and start talking to you. And you talk back like they were there since the beginning.

Phil is now one of your moderators too. Along with tommy, wilbur, and techno. When they pop in they make sure no one picks on you.

And since you are now close to the SBI. You are now part of it.

You didn't choose the fans did. But they are your new family. No matter what.

Even if they disagree with your eating habit.

Or energy drink addiction.

Or insomnia.

Or you mainly playing horror games.

Or you basically living in your streaming room.

Or even the nearly 24 hour streams.

I could go on but I'm not gonna.

I'm tired. But I can sleep. 2 days and I get to have a tour of my new school.

And it took so long to finally get into it.

We have been going through a huge hassle even before school started to get me enrolled.

And then we had to get me into this program.

But now on Monday I get to go in. Get a tour. Then start either Tuesday or Wednesday.

Anyway hope you liked. It's now 3:50 and it's no proof read I'm sorry

[birthisacurse-and]

hey have you heard the techno news? :(

this is from a few days ago, but I'm home from traveling and now can reply with my full attention.

I saw the video notification 15 minutes after it was uploaded. I thought for sure he was simply officially going on a break, or that it was a prank. I don't know why, but for some reason, when they did surgery on his arm, I thought that would be the end of it, that he would get better from then on. Now, I keep fluctuating between denial and acceptance, unable to land solidly onto one. Every time I open Tumblr, I'm reminded of his death, which is both a bad and a good thing- bad because I feel just solemn sadness for a while, and good because I love seeing all the fanart and outpouring of love on my dash.

Suffice to say, Techno was my favorite mcyt CC, by far. Like for many of you, he made me laugh when I was incredibly sad or angry or stressed. I found the Dream SMP hard to keep up with because streams were too long for my attention to be kept, but Techno's streams were the only ones I would watch fully every time, beginning to end. I'd sing "starting the stream" along with him, I donated to him on my birthday just so he could call me a nerd, I changed my Minecraft skin to an Antarctic Empire outfit rendition for a while. He is the only streamer whose "cancelling" attempts I ever fully, and in great detail, covered on my blog, refuting every point Twitter was trying to make about inane things. When he privated so many of his videos, I panicked and eventually felt massive relief when I found them on the Internet Archive. When people said comfort streamer, the only one who really fit that definition for me was Technoblade.

Now I'm rewatching his Potato War videos. I'm going to be rewatching his Story Mode and Dream SMP VODs for the next few weeks, I'm sure. And still, nothing will fill the hole that is left by his current absence. I, like many others, will miss him deeply, but this community that has garnered so much love and creativity and support in the aftermath of his death will sustain me, as it will all of you.

I've seen some really concerning tweets, posts, and comments from hardcore Techno fans (that I can highly relate to), and I want to tell you all this: please keep going. He would want you to. Just because someone is gone does not mean that we must give up and disappear, ourselves. Live on, so his memory can live on in you.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀

Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do

Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)

:D

Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)

Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)

(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)

TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...

Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.

But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.

The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.

Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.

The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.

"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.

"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"

The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.

The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.

With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.

"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"

"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."

"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."

Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."

Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.

"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.

-

You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.

On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.

Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.

"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.

Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"

After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...

The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.

"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.

You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.

Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...

"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."

The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.

A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.

"How DARE you!"

"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"

[stellocchia]

Since I really enjoyed yesterday's stream I decided to do one of my overly long analysis on it

So, here's my analysis of (DSMP LORE) Healthy Competition

Dialogues will be color-coded as usual, so here's what I used: Phil, Wilbur, Ranboo

As always I am incapable of brevity, so everything's under the cut

The stream starts with a conversation between Phil and Wilbur in which Wilbur admits that he hasn't been to visit Phil in a while, which makes Phil's later threat about throwing him out feel that much more ridiculous since Wilbur clearly doesn't really live with him either way...

"Alright, it's got one for Phil, one for Ranboo, and one for Techno. Is that all that live here? Just you three?" "Yep, just us three, just chilling"

The only reason why I'm singling this out is that it was right after the mention of Techno's birthday and Wilbur was pointing at the seats occupied by the 4 members of the Syndicate so it feels slightly weird that Niki wasn't mentioned at all. But also it's technically not a lie, she doesn't live there and she only comes around for the Syndicate meetings.

Another thing to add is that Wilbur did notice the chest Ranboo left for him and consciously decided to ignore it.

"I must admit I've come to you with a bit of a- a bit of a proposition. You're into propositions Phil? Are you a bit of a 'propositions' kinda guy?" "Oh, depends, depends. You- you've had some pretty... let- let's just say, uh- not- not a great track record on propositions that you've had in the past" "Alright... I mean, I'm trying to move past that"

I wonder what exactly Phil is referring to here. Because, like, Wilbur did bad things, don't get me wrong, but what's his track record with "propositions" in particular? Because he isn't talking about "Tommy, let's be the bad guys" here since he doesn't know about that. Is he talking about Wilbur founding L'Manburg? But then again, I don't think Wilbur interpreted it that way. I think that, from Wilbur's reaction, he clearly interpreted it as a jab at him exploding L'Manburg (which is the one thing he's trying to move past) which would be extremely hypocritical from Phil since he did the exact same thing but worse.

Also, I really do think that Wilbur is trying to move forward. He's lonely and he has the lowest possible opinion of himself so it doesn't feel weird that he'd want to move on. He isn't putting the work in it right now and he hasn't really changed, but he does seem to want to (though I think he may not know how).

"He [Quackity] didn't seem afraid of me, which is cool. Not many people- I mean you don't seem afraid of me. You aren't afraid of me, are you Phil?" (little look into Wilbur's mind and his fear of isolation once again. And this is fear of isolation, he's worried that other people are afraid of him and therefore are only waiting for him to step out of line so that all their fears would be confirmed)

"'Cause I'm not afraid of you [Phil]" (bold words for someone who spent who knows how long lying to his dad because of a crippling fear of disappointment...)

"Technoblade spent his entire time taking down the establishments, what he left is, as predicted, a power vacuum for a new establishment to come in" (in case it wasn't obvious, Wilbur is not the biggest fan of anarchy. And he actually got this one criticism spot on, indeed all taking down L'Manburg did was getting 4 new governmental-like structures to sprout in its place)

"Phil, I want to make a burger van" *Phil sighs and walks away* (I'm more sure now that Phil really meant "creating L'Manburg" as Wilbur's bad track record with propositions)

Wilbur repeating 4 times that he has no ulterior motive with the burger van managed to make me think the exact opposite. That said that ulterior motive may just be to create a safe little home for himself and Tommy for all we know honestly. Also, the whole thing with Phil trying to convince his grown-ass kid to go play with the neighbor kid and Wilbur throwing a tantrum in response was hilarious...

"If he's [Ranboo] shit you gotta come help me okay? If he's shit you've gotta come be burger boy with me, okay?" (he still is mistrustful to an extreme and pretty childish admittedly)

"Why is he [Phil] treating me like a kid?! Why is he treating me like a little baby?" (remembering how Wilbur treated Fundy I think it may be a family problem)

Another interesting thing to point out is that Wilbur was openly scared of the spider attacking him here, and fights it off, but he doesn't move away from the explosion later on and he didn't move away from the exploding creepers last stream. Other people already made this connection, but I do think it may be a sort of way to punish himself. Specifically, it's brought up later on that he thinks he got off easy for what he did, so he's using what he hurt others with (explosions) to hurt himself now as a sort of punishment for that. Which is another indication of just how much his stay in Limbo didn't help with his mental health.

"Am I being- is this [Ranboo having both cows and wheat] a setup?" (the paranoia never left)

"Ranboo I'm gonna go out on a limb here: do- do you wanna be friends?" "Su-sure yeah, I don't see why not" (I think that at this point it was still just Wilbur following along with what his dad told him to do and trying to find out more about Ranboo. That does seem to change later down the line)

"And then we decided that it [the 'cookie' outpost] was too much trouble so we kinda just left it" (So we have confirmation that the cookie outpost was abandoned)

"We're not gonna annoy Quackity" "That's good" "We can't annoy- we can't annoy him because we're simply put- we're simply put gonna be making...- I got the real estate! He's giving me the area and we're gonna be making a competing business"

Wilbur says this as if he wasn't perfectly aware that this would annoy the sh*t out of Quackity. As if the point of it wasn't exactly to annoy Quackity. Or well, annoying him isn't the end goal, it's just the means to an end. We don't know the actual end goal (though I think Wilbur still wants to either be let into Las Nevadas or actually instate a rivalry between them as he said, one of the two).

"We [he and Quackity] were a part of the same cabinet during New L'Manburg or whatever" "Cabinet?" "Yeah a cabinet is like-" "Was this- was this with Tubbo?" "Yeah yeah" (...) "So you were part of the old L'Manburg? I didn't know that actually, I thought you were a bit of an independent"

Once again: Wilbur is missing A LOT of knowledge. He wasn't aware that New L'Manburg had a cabinet and he wasn't aware that Ranboo was ever part of the country either. He has a lot of misconceptions about what happened during the time he was dead so it really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that his views on a lot of things are as warped as they are. Wilbur is getting to his conclusions with an incomplete and sometimes wrong set of data.

"Do you dislike anyone Ranboo?" "Not too much I don't think. I mean there are other people I don't, like, agree with what they've done of course, but I think that everyone is just a product of what they've gone through and everything so if you understand that then you understand the person!"

There is nothing inherently wrong with Ranboo's reasoning here. It's true that most people are a result of their environment and, once you understand what they've been through you can understand them better as a person. It's also fine that he personally doesn't want to hold grudges. But that way of thinking isn't applicable to those who have been hurt by others, sure they can reach an understanding, but an understanding of a person doesn't justify shit and doesn't change shit unless that person works towards repairing old broken relationships. It just all sounds like a nice way of thinking about things in theory, but in practice, it just takes away responsibility from those who have wronged others to fix things and moves it to those who have been wronged. (Ranboo isn't advocating for everyone to think that way though, but I know the fandom will).

Either way, they arrive in Las Nevadas and Wilbur talks about how their place doesn't benefit the consumer and puts down 3 signs.

"I've been trying to think of a name for it [his and Tommy's area], I'm thinking about 'Paradise'"

There are two possible reasons for the name that I can think of:

1) It's in reference to Las Nevadas itself and how Las Nevadas is based on Las Vegas, the famous city of sin

2) It could be a reference to Tommy insistently calling Las Nevadas Paradise in the last stream and Wilbur trying to convince him that their place is the true Paradise

Wilbur does decide to make the Burger Van right at the border which really feels like a very obvious provocation. The other thing is that he makes it clear that he wants the van to be red and white which could be a random choice, but really feels like a reference to Tommy (since they are famously his colors) or an imitation of their opposition. Or both considering how much Tommy liked the restaurant of the opposition and the fact that Wilbur is still trying to convince him to stay.

"I'm not very fond of blue" (at this point it's obvious that Wilbur has quite a bit of pent-up animosity against Ghostbur. I wonder if it is because it still feels like people liked the ghost more than him...)

"Like, the Cookie Shop, I don't even know if it was a cookie shop, to begin with, because it was a little... fortified if I'm entirely honest, I realize that now" "Really?" "Yeah did you not see- oh wait- that giant stone structure?" (Ranboo really did fail to realize that the cookie shop was actually a military outpost, huh?)

"See, I like Tubbo. He's strong-headed, he doesn't let people push him around, you know?" (this is both an interesting change in what he thinks of Tubbo if he actually thinks that and further confirmation that Wilbur isn't a fan of people he considers to be 'followers')

"Why do you claim that you're so 'peaceful' and 'neutral' and yet somehow appear in almost every conflict this server's had since I died?" (since I saw people claiming this is manipulation already, just know that it isn't. He's just confused because, admittedly, Ranboo is a confusing guy and Wilbur doesn't really know him at all)

"Ranboo, why did you come to help me?" (...) "And then also I just think, you know... you can, you know- I think- I think you're an alright person, you know? So I wanna- I did kinda wanna get off on a better foot with you then what happened-" "Why?" "Just because I don't really like having the thought that people don't really like me" "Nonononono not the bit about the right foot, the 'why don't you think I'm a bad person'" "Well I mean, I think that you did bad things, but like, I think that you also went through things that made you that way and then I also think that you've changed now (...) but I think that now you've- apparently you've been away long enough that I think that if anyone goes away for that long eventually they'll have a thought about their morality and everything and maybe become a better person because of it"

I know this quote was absurdly long, but it is one of the most interesting conversations of the whole stream and it is really important and it tells us quite a bit as well. For one thing Wilbur was left quite emotional from someone simply admitting that he's an "alright person" and that they think he's capable of changing and this does bring him to open up to Ranboo right after. What Ranboo says to be exact is that anyone would have changed after going through what Wilbur went through and that change could be positive and while I completely disagree with it, it's clearly something that Wilbur needed to hear.

Now as to why I disagree with the notion that 13 years of semi-complete isolation could change anyone for the better should be rather obvious. But if it isn't, well, that's torture to put it simply. Psychological torture. Just like abuse it's one of those things that only cause trauma and a worsening mental health state and we see this with Wilbur because he didn't change, he only became more self-deprecating. Hurting someone doesn't make them become a better person all of a sudden, that's really not how it works. Hurting someone makes them become more traumatized.

"I think I scare people" ( as I said, immediately opening up about his insecurities)

"I think that a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them" (for a bit here Wilbur talks about how he feels like everyone else is just waiting for him to step a foot out of line, which does really show that he's still interpreting all his interactions with people through the lens of his paranoia and self-deprecation, because no one is really interacting with him with that objective in mind)

"Dream's had his comeuppance and I've not" (this seems to be the crux of Wilbur's insecurity. This idea that he got off scot-free for his crimes, the idea that the only difference between him and Dream is the punishment that's been bestowed upon them which, of course, is wrong, but he doesn't know this, because he doesn't actually know why Dream's in prison)

"I've been investing into the wrong areas Ranboo, I've been investing into the wrong people" (This is either a reference to Tommy, to Phil, to Quackity, or to all of them)

"We're kindred man, we get each other" (the reason why he thinks that is because he seems to think that Ranboo has a similar type of paranoia to what Wilbur experience himself and he's not entirely wrong. Ranboo is deathly afraid of conflict and of being disliked so much so that he never stands up for anything in fear of angering others)

Little definition of "neuroticism" for you all since Wilbur kept mentioning it: neuroticism, one of the Big 5 personality traits, is typically defined as a tendency toward anxiety, depression, self-doubt, and other negative feelings.

I'd say it's quite fitting for both characters...

"I feel like life dealt us the same cards and the difference is that you built your trust by showing people your cards whilst I- I keep them close to my chest and I feel like that may be the big difference" (I felt like this was interesting. Especially knowing how much Ranboo actually doesn't share and how much he actually also keeps close to his chest)

They talk about tubbo in general for a bit and about what's been going on the server in general. Ranboo also that he's part of both Snowchester and the arctic commune (mostly the latter though).

"This has been chill, this has been good, I'm excited to show Tommy. What's your opinion on Tommy?" "Oh, he's- he's great. Tommy's awesome" "I agree I agree" "Definitely gone through a lot but I think that it's made him a good person" "Well you seem to think that everyone going through something at least gives them some merit you said" "I mean, yeah. I mean if- if no one- the only really bad people are the ones who are just evil because- just because and they don't have any reason why"

Included the whole thing here because if I stopped at Ranboo saying that Tommy going through trauma is what made him a good person it would have sounded really bad. As things are I think that that was just poor wording on his part and that this mostly goes back to the mentality he expressed before about how people sometimes do bad things because of the environment they're in pushing them and this idea he seems to have that actual hardships (like 13 years in Limbo or whatever he knows about what Tommy has been through) can encourage people to be better which is... sort of naive honestly. Again, trauma isn't a catalyst for the betterment of a person, and any improvement Tommy has made came from his self-reflection, not what he's been through.

After they're done with the van Wilbur brings Ranboo to their competing establishment and asks him to smash the windows, which Ranboo does with no hesitation whatsoever. After that Wilbur proceeds to place down one single block of TNT in a corner and Ranboo starts being a little more hesitant.

"You trust me right?" (I feel like that was a trick question considering how their common paranoia is the thing that Wilbur praised in Ranboo before)

Wilbur hands Ranboo the flint and steel to detonate the piece of TNT which Ranboo does, albeit with some hesitation.

"You passed the test, good job man, you go back to the van (...) Ranboo- Ranboo... I'm proud of you man. You've taken a side, you've proven that you can choose a side"

Quite a few people have already pointed out how similar this scene was to the time Wilbur tested Tommy in season 1 to decide if he was fit to be his right-hand man. In both situations, Wilbur gave someone a chance to cause some destruction against someone on the opposite side. Tommy passed the test by refusing to do so and showing that he was willing to uphold his morals and what he believed in. Ranboo passed the test by doing the exact opposite, by showing that, as much as he talks about how he chooses people and not sides, he's not willing to prove that even when all he would need to do to do so is doing nothing.

And it's an interesting scene to analyze as a parallel to that, but it's also interesting to note that Wilbur knows about Ranboo and Tommy griefing George together. He knows that Tommy was the only one to face any consequences for it (not that exile was actually the consequence for the griefing, but this is from Wilbur's point of view). Now putting this in the context of Wilbur seeing himself in Ranboo and thinking that he himself got off scot-free explains this next part perfectly in my opinion.

It explains why he made sure to leave this sign:

To me at least. This is only a theory honestly, we don't have an actual full explanation. But I do think that Wilbur may feel like the both of them never got the comeuppance they deserved, which is why he did something that's sure to get a reaction from one of the most powerful people on the server. Though considering that he also left 2 diamonds as retribution + a chest with all the materials he picked up it could have also been Wilbur's idea of a bonding moment and he could actually really be proud of Ranboo.

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Discs|Tommyinnit|

(Takes place as actual Minecraft)

Tommy adored listening to Music since he was younger because of his older brother, Wilbur. Tommy's childhood was something special to him. He had a loving family which consisted of a father and two older twins. His father better known as Philza Minecraft was the perfect father, he was protective of his children and made sure they weren't hurt. His older twins were almost like different people. Technoblade always had his guard up and never really shown his emotional side except when he needed to, which never really happened. Techno also loved Greek Mythology and could quote almost every story by heart. Wilbur was more into making songs and singing he never really enjoyed violence, so he would play on his guitar while Techno trained.

Aside from his family life he had two best friends which were just as important. Tubbo was his right-hand man and was the first person to talk to him. His other best friend, Y/n was the person who he could always lean on and wasn't afraid to show his raw emotions. Sure he wanted to show his tuff side but the day you saw him cry was the time Tommy realized he could rely on you the most. Don't get me wrong he could rely on Tubbo as well but he made sure to put on a tough act for the boy because of his family life.

Tubbo's family was not the best, his father would always yell and neglect him, let's not leave out the fact that he's a drunk. His father always likes that but after his mom died his dad was heartbroken and it affected him he didn't pay attention to how his son felt. Being 6 years old and his mother passing away Tubbo didn't have the best childhood. So Tommy made sure Tubbo could lean on him.

Tommy was certainly the ring leader of the gang. He always suggested pranks and decided on games to play. Tommy wasn't happy he was younger than Tubbo but was happy he was older than Y/n. He always felt the need to protect you with every strength he could muster. His favorite game showed that. They played a game many kids played, the Knight, Princess, and the villain. Of course, Tommy was the knight and you were the princess tubbo would be the villain but sometimes Wilbur would play with them. Wilbur being 11 towered over them and was much stronger than the little kids which would make it 10 times more fun.

On his 7th birthday, he had a small party nothing too big, just his family, you and Tubbo. Tubbo couldn't get him much so he made Tommy a bandana. Even though Tubbo felt bad he couldn't give Tommy anything grand Tommy appreciated the bandana and put it around his neck showing Tubbo he liked it. Wilbur, Techno, and Phil gave him a copy of the family photo. It was rare to be able to take a photo so getting a copy of one made it just as great of a gift. Then the final gift was from you. You knew he loved music so you tried to get at least one rare Disc, but you managed to get two.

He stared at the Discs in amazement quickly running to the old jukebox his father owned. He put in the disc Cat. He smiled at the sound of the music, let's just say it was his favorite birthday gift he ever got. He hugged you which made you blush but you hugged back smiling. The others were awed at the sight. Wilbur managed to take a quick picture and made a mental note to get it printed out. It cost a lot but the now 12-year-old would do anything for his little brother.

A few months later Tommy woke up to arguing between his brothers and father. He silently stepped down the stairs making sure to go as slow as possible.

"What is up with you lately dad! All you do is stay in your room! You left us to take care of Tommy ever since you got that stupid letter a few months ago! Tommy hasn't noticed because of us!" Techno whisper yelled trying not to wake up Tommy which was a little too late.

"Not only that but you try to redeem yourself by giving us small gifts! Sure I appreciate it but I know why you're doing it! You don't want anyone noticing you've been acting suspicious lately" Wilbur crossed his arms.

"Keep it down you're gonna wake your brother" Phil whispered trying to stall the sudden outburst by the twins.

Tommy ran upstairs quietly putting clothes on to run to your house. He climbed out his window carefully. He would occasionally climb out his window if he was grounded to walk to Tubbo's house or your house. Right now he was on the way to yours.

It took him 10 minutes to get to your house. He grabbed a small pebble and threw it at your window. He threw 2 more before you opened the window looking down at the boy.

"Tommy what are doing here," I said watching the boy climb up to my window. He looked upset. Sitting in my bed.

"They're fighting again..."

"Whos fighting?" I asked sitting next to him.

Tommy was looking down tears streaming his face.

"My brothers and dad" He whispered. "It happened last week too but it wasn't that bad but they've been fighting more recently and I don't like it" The 7-year-old sniffled.

"Do you know what they were arguing about?" I asked placing my hands gently on his.

"My dad has been acting differently apparently" He sighed wiping his tears " I didn't notice but apparently it's so obvious to Techno and Wilbur"

"Maybe your dad is working on something really important," I said not knowing how to fully answer.

"Probably" He muttered

"Hey, I know how to cheer you up!" I said running over to one of my chests.

I looked through a few chests trying to find a music disc to play for Tommy. When I finally found it I ran to the Jukebox and put it in the slot. The disc played Chirp throughout the room. I look over and saw Tommy smiling just a bit.

"How do you have so many Discs," Tommy asked standing up walking to the Jukebox.

"My grandpa had a bunch before he died, he gave them all to me because when I was younger all we did was listen to the discs" I smiled at the memory.

"So why did you give Cat and Mellohi to me?" He asked

"Because your my favorite person in the world" I looked at him smiling I could see his face turn red which made me giggle.

"You're my favorite person in the world too," Tommy said pulling me into a hug to which I hugged him back.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome Toms"

He pulled away from the hug and looked out the window seeing the sun slowly rise.

"Oh crap, I have to go before I get caught" He panicked running to the window.

"wait!" I ran and grabbed Chirp from the Jukebox running to the window hanging me the disc. "Take it"

"But I thought-"

"Let that disc remind you of me if you ever need to let out your feelings"

"Thank you" He smiled kissing my cheek then climbing down the house.

"Thomas!" I shouted but still smiling.

"Bye" He grinned waving

"Be safe" I whispered watching him run off to his house.

Tommy ran as fast as he could to his house before the sun could rise any longer. He climbed up to his window jumping into his room. He was holding the disc carefully when he was climbing so he didn't scratch it. He laid in bed out of breath from running but thank god he made it back before anyone noticed.

A few weeks later you suddenly stopped coming over to play with him and Tubbo. Tommy just thought you had something to do with your family as you did every so often. Days turned into weeks. He sat every night looking at the picture Wilbur took on his birthday of you guys hugging. It didn't sit right that you hadn't shown up or even sent a message that you were away. It confused him.

The next day he begged his family to take him to your house. Yes, he knew how to get to your house but he still wanted one of his brothers to go with I'm knowing his father was still busy. Tommy asked Wilbur in the morning but Wilbur said he was busy today and maybe tomorrow. Tommy had to go today no matter what so he ran to Technoblade's room knocking on the door. Only for Techno to say he was busy and not to bother him.

He sighed knowing he would have to go himself. He put his jacket on and shoes. He walked out of the house and made his way over to your house. Tommy ran to your house concerned, he had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure you were okay.

He saw your house and sprinted faster when he arrived he walked to the door seeing it partially opened. He opened the door all the way seeing the inside of the house destroyed. He walked inside looking around.

"Y/n?" He said seeing shattered glasses on the ground.

"Y/n?!" He saw blood on the ground which made his breath hitch.

"Y/N!" He ran up to your room panicked only to be faced with a pool of blood on the floor.

"No no no no no no," He said his body giving out on him making him fall to the ground blood getting on his clothes and shoes.

He didn't bother to get up and leave. He physically couldn't get up his body was in a paralyzed state so he was forced to lay where you possibly died. his breath was heavy and it was like he had no oxygen in his lungs. he wanted to cry for help but the way he was breathing, it was useless to try. He eventually passed out due to a lack of oxygen.

When he woke up it was night. He still laid in your bedroom but this time he could actually breathe. He then realized he had been gone all day and didn't know what time of night it was. Tommy slowly got up looking at his bloodied clothes. His tears silently fell as he made himself walk back to his house. He wasn't bothered by the noises of the creatures around the area. He couldn't care less if he got hurt because he had a bigger wound that no one would ever be able to fix.

The house lights were on and he saw people sitting outside. He walked closer and saw his family with worried looks on their faces. When they heard footsteps they looked to see Tommy slowly making his way to the door. Wilbur immediately ran up to the little boy pulling him into a hug.

"You had us all fucking worried!" He pulled away from the hug only then noticing the blood. "Holy shit your hurt"

Tommy just stood there no words came out of his mouth as his brother brought him inside to check his "wounds". He was sat on the kitchen counter as Phil raced to grab the first aid kit. when Wilbur went to take Tommy's shirt off to clean the "wound" He says nothing but dried blood.

"Tommy?..."

"She's gone....."

"What?"

"Y/N IS GONE!" His sudden outburst made the 14-year-old jump.

"She's dead Wilby" He sobbed Wilbur pulled the boy into a hug and tried calming down the younger boy. Tommy eventually fell asleep and Wilbur changed him into his pajamas taking the bloody clothes to the washer.

10 years later he sat in exile he lost his precious Discs and was now sent out of the land that he built with Wilbur and Tubbo when Phil went missing and Technoblade left. Wil eventually died by his own father. It was the first time he had seen Phil in 10 years only to see him kill one of the only people who stuck by him.

He then lost Tubbo who exiled him for a stupid prank he did on George's house with Ranboo. Tommy wasn't the type to snitch on someone so he took the blow for Ranboo. He had officially lost everything he ever cared about, the only thing he had left was a picture of you and him hugging when he was 7 years old.

"Tommy?...."

"Y/n?!"

------------------------------------------------------- Just thought of this randomly. ✨YOU ARE AMAZING AND PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE! YOU ARE WORTH IT ON SO MANY LEVELS✨

[icarusthefoolish]

For Technoblade.

This is probably kind of dumb considering its been 5 months since his passing, but i wanted to do something special because i finally got the tattoo I've been wanting since i figured out he died.

Techno was one of my absolute favorite streamers and YouTubers, he somehow always managed to make me laugh and smile even on the day's where i didn't feel like it. I may not have been watching Techno for a long time since i only got into the dream smp about a year or so back but he still got so important to me so quick.

Techno was the reason i started writing again, i had lost my spark for writing before getting i to the dream smp and watching Techno's videos. But watching his videos and seeing his Character grow sparked my love for writing again and honestly i can't thank him enough.

After a few months i found myself watching his Videos daily and i cannot tell you how healing this was for me. I may have never known him personally and i may have only known his Streamer persona but it felt like i had known him for years watching him play Bedwars or watching him stream on the Dream smp or hell even watching old Vods became a norm for me, i found myself watching him whenever i had the time.

He was so incredibly important to me and when i heard the news that he died i honestly didn't want to believe it. I remember the day i found out like it was yesterday, i was in school and just aimlessly scrolling on Tumblr when i saw one of my moots post a fanart about his death, i was so confused that i immediately went on his Twitter only to see nothing so i went to Google and i figured it out through there. Once i saw that a video had been posted i immediately went to watch it and the minute i saw the title i was crying.

I couldn't even completely finish the video because i was so incredibly heart Broken, i was basically sitting in my class sobbing, it felt like someone had ripped a chunk of my heart out and i spent the rest of the day crying and mourning over him.

Even now 5 months after he died i still cry whenever i see something about Techno because that pain hasn't went away. But now after 5 months i was finally able to do something with witch i will have his memory with me for as long as i live.

Today which marks my 19th birthday i finally got a Technoblade tattoo, to memorize the person who made me happy without knowing it.

So with this, thank your Alexander, thank you for everything, you have made my life so much happier. I cannot thank you enough for what you have done for me so from the bottom of my heart thank you.

Rest easy Technoblade<3