#techno whump

[radios-arcade]

First art piece for a discord gift exchange :3

This one was for wombvle ^^

[nomsfaultau]

Do yah ever think about how Mandatory Family Reunion Phil would’ve done anything to get back to that shining moment of the family dinner in France, when Techno was beginning to warm up to the family and realize he didn’t want to go back to his parents? The moment when Philza allows himself the vulnerability of sharing the traumas that shaped him, and Techno actually listens and understands? The moment when Techno doesn’t flinch from his touch, but leans into that comfort? Begins to accept the family?

But how it’s because he would do anything, no matter how gory or horrific, that he loses Techno forever? Because he proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that for all his flowery words he has never. once. cared. about what Techno actually wants? Proved he is just as cruel as Techno’s parents? Do you ever think about how in his desperation to save the idea of Techno, Philza destroyed him completely?

Because I don’t. Literary analysis is for nerds

[whumpinggrounds]

So, This Is Christmas

Early Freddy and T! A bit late but it’s a Christmas comfort special ;)

CW: nothing! This is fluff.

Even before Freddy started working with T, his salary was ridiculous. Now, with the bonuses, and the overtime, and the extra that Granger calls discretion pay…

Well, now, looking at his bank account makes Freddy feel slightly sick.

He sends gifts to his friends, first. Some of the others are in software, making just as much as he does, but then there are the teachers, and the mechanical engineers, and those who majored in psychology and are still deciding what they want to do with it. It’s harder than Freddy expects, finding a balance between getting something nice and not spending so much that they’ll be uncomfortable, and at the end of it, Freddy still has too much left in his bank account. He scrolls through donation posts and uses up a good chunk of change that way, but it’s not what he really wants to do.

Like magnets, Freddy’s eyes are drawn to the bag he carried home from the mall last week. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.

But he’s already picking up his phone.

_

It’s Christmas morning, and Freddy is in the basement of his work. He could’ve gone to visit any number of friends, especially the childhood buddies who are more like family, but instead he’s here. The bag dangles from his hand, and Freddy ignores the sweatiness of his palms, the dampness across his forehead. He shouldn’t be nervous. He has no real reason to be nervous.

He’s nervous anyway.

The elevator shudders and creaks on its downward path, and Freddy shivers as the air grows colder. It may not snow here, but underground, he feels something like a winter chill. It’s doesn’t make anything feel festive, in a world of cement and spotless white walls. It’s just depressing. Freddy grips his bag tighter as he steps out of the elevator doors.

T is in his room when Freddy finds him, lying on his back with his eyes shut. Unsure if he’s asleep, Freddy hovers in the doorway, biting his lip. He’s just decided to set the bag down and maybe come back tomorrow when T speaks.

“Am I needed today?”

“Uh…what?”

“I was told that the team would be gone for a period of ten days, beginning on the twenty-third of December and ending on the second of January.” Now T sits up, the movement fluid and graceful, nothing wasted. He regards Freddy with a steady, brown-grey gaze. “Has that changed?”

“Um…no.”

It’s hard to describe what exactly changes when T hears that news. Freddy has been paying so much more attention to body language, to emotion, and so he knows to look for the shoulder slump, the downcast eyes, the downturned mouth. The relaxation of muscles that spells disappointment – Freddy doesn’t see it in T, but knows that it’s there nonetheless.

“I, um. Came to visit.” He cracks an awkward smile, and T, looking up at him, mirrors it cautiously. “I…I brought you something.”

The look on T’s face is new. It’s a tentative kind of confusion, totally unlike the professional inquisitiveness T shows when he doesn’t understand a command. This is something newer, more vulnerable. They’re both breaking new ground.

“I, um. Look, I…” Freddy sighs. “It’s Christmas, you know? I got you something.”

“For…Christmas?”

“Yeah. Sorry, do you, uh…know what that is?”

“Yes.” Freddy watches T’s face for emotion, but none shows. “I’m familiar with most major holidays. It was part of my basic education.”

Freddy swallows, wondering what ‘basic education’ means when he had to teach T the meaning of the word pain. “Have you, um…ever…celebrated it?”

The look on T’s face is blank, but Freddy thinks that if the man in front of him were only a little bolder, he might call Freddy an idiot to his face. “No, sir, I haven’t.”

“Freddy,” Freddy corrects gently. “Not sir, just…Freddy.”

T dips his head. “Freddy.”

The silence stretches, and finally Freddy can’t stand it anymore. Even his stupid little offerings have to be better than this endless, unbearable quiet. He reaches into the bag and withdraws the flat, thin package, thrusts it at T.

“I didn’t wrap it. I suck at wrapping things. Sorry.”

T looks at the box in his hands and then back up at Freddy, uncomprehending. Blush now crawling into his ears, Freddy clears his throat.

“It’s a tablet? It, um. I had to disable your, uh, Internet access. I’m sorry. Granger wouldn’t have approved it otherwise.”

Slowly, T nods, but Freddy can tell he still doesn’t know what’s going on. He takes a deep breath and makes himself blow it back out before he responds. This isn’t that bad. It’s just a conversation with…with…

A friend.

“So, it’s a, uh, screen thing. You can watch stuff on it? Or read. I downloaded some books and movies for you – a little of everything, and then when you, um, when you’re done, you can tell me what you like and I’ll get more of that?”

T looks down at the flat glass rectangle in his hands, and back up at Freddy. He looks blank, still, but now it’s from the shock.

“Here, I’ll-” Freddy sits down next to T and reaches across him for the tablet. Then he freezes, feeling the press of their legs together, his body so close to T’s. “Sorry. Sorry, uh, is this…okay?”

“Yes, Freddy, it’s fine.” T’s voice is smooth, steady. Their proximity doesn’t seem to affect him at all. “What were you going to show me?”

“Um – here.” Freddy clicks the tablet on. He shows T where he can watch movies, TV, or read books. He shows T how to write himself notes, or record voice memos, or draw in a rainbow of colors. He takes T through every function of this tablet – everything that doesn’t require Internet, that is – and never once does he worry about the price tag on the underside of the box the thing came in, the way he poured half of a bonus into the most expensive tablet he could buy.

Next to him, T’s expression doesn’t change. His breathing remains steady, and he doesn’t speak much, except to ask questions about this function or that. Freddy tells himself he doesn’t care whether T likes it; he’s glad he got him something. It’s Christmas, and the guy is sitting in a basement all alone, nothing to entertain him but some old gym equipment in the next room. If he uses the tablet, fine, and if he doesn’t, that’s fine too, and Freddy won’t take it personally, he won’t –

When T finally meets Freddy’s eyes, after they’ve gone through every app on the brand-new device, there’s a pause. Freddy watches T’s throat bob as he swallows.

“Thank you,” T tells him, and Freddy realizes with a funny lifting feeling in his chest that he doesn’t care about smiles or laughter or clapping hands, any outward expression of joy. T, overcome, looks just like this, and that is more than enough for Freddy.

“Merry Christmas.”

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[yeniihuenii]

3 years later and i still love to make him suffer

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Forever stuck in osmp era but specifically human!Techno and hybrid!everybody else that just hit different man

[its-coffeetime]

Day 19 Whumptober: Abandoned cabin

Prompt list belongs to @whumptober

— Techno was the only survivor of his family... his parents were tried and sentenced to death (his mother burned at the stake and his father hanged) for practicing witchcraft....

They tried to protect their son, they didn't want Techno to suffer the same fate... after all, Techno is not only a hybrid, but also a witch.

So he flees the city where he has lived all his life before someone catches him, winter hits harder than ever... and he has nothing to survive these temperatures.

Walking through the snow, he stumbles upon a huge palace that seems uninhabited, but as time passes and the storm worsens, he begins to hear the voice of a man speaking to him from inside the palace.—

“With sacrifice, intended for a kid,

He on the altar laid a calf unblessed,

The hallowed lamb, and the unblemished first

Of all the flock.” — Paradise Lost (John Milton)

I've been working on an Au inspired by @dorylinae-supremacy fic (Ask for Nothing).

I'm still working on this Au but if you want to know more about CrowNest Techno you can always send me questions!

[ria-writes-stuff]

Hurt/comfort, when the hurt and the comfort comes from the same person

Yes, you beat me down and made me cry, and I’m shaking in the corner, but you also scratched my head and told me I did so well, and I crave your attention in every form you’ll give me it

[towerofluin]

SBI Whumptober Day 9: Burn Wound & Day 12: Hiding an Injury

this was a very quick piece buuuuut its inspired by a conversation anarchy-and-piglins had a couple months ago (I think) about how techno would have been hurt in the blast at the red festival too, and how he didnt really have any allies at the time so he would have had to deal with it himself

[x-i-l-verify]

Complicated, indescribable Overrated, undeniable Tell yourself whatever you want to believe But your fate still lies in me I took your everything Took it for myself My enjoyment and no one else You’re mine…

Little bit of art for my DSMP vampire AU, where, among other things, c!BBH is owned by a vampiric c!Technoblade as a living food source (since they're both Netherborn and all). Bad... doesn't have a great time, let's just say.

[onesaltyerik]

I didn't see any fics yet of the duel Chayanne and Philza had so I made one.

Preview:

“Well then, brat. I see thou knowest the purpose of mine visit, clever one.” the man…puppet…mimicked Chayanne’s stance as he drew his own blade. A mockery of how Philza would have moved. 

“Perhaps if thine presence is such distraction for mine vassal’s purpose here,” Not-Philza’s head tilted the other way, clicking as bone shifted unnaturally against itself. “Then a culling is in due order.”  

Chayanne lunged. 

“Give me back my father you shit!” 

[radios-arcade]

Or maybe what if Techno in a collar 👉👈

The co-rulers of the world have been yoinked

[cherryskeletoncake]

Aww your ctechno it's so cute, he loves his parthers and Friends so much. No matter which one is they're lucky to have him

Thank you anon <3

One of my personal goals when i draw techno is to draw him mostly happy/eger/sappy/nutural (or any 'positive' emotion) because i can't bear to see my favorite borb sad 😔 i have to leave that to someone stringer than me💪

[greaterspawnislands]

after like six months lol, new gilded mockery chapter. advance warning for whump in this fic! it’s definitely more intense than my whumptober last month, so just be aware if you choose to read this fic! further warnings are in the tags, please read them!

[yeniihuenii]

a littol rendering practicege

[crimsonashsys]

Short yet beautifully gruesome!

c!Wilbur and/or c!Techno angst!! For c!wilbur, something to do with his revival and like those 13 years of limbo. For c!techno, something to do with his voices!! I can get more specifc if needed <33

TW!! Graphic thoughts of sh(self mutilation??) getting hurt… blood.. (he punched the mirror…)

Techno paced around his house. Attempting to distract himself with anything he could think of from the echo of screams in his head. He farmed, he cleaned, he read, trained, took Carl out for a ride, yet nothing could stop the screams. The pink haired piglin stood staring at himself in the mirror, his eyes tracing every feature on his face. The voices got louder, as if they held a speaker to his ear,

“Rip them out.”

“Your eyes. Rip them out.”

“Rip them out.”

“Rip them out.”

Within an instant his fist connected with the glass on the mirror, causing it to shatter. As techno looked down at his fist he saw the deep crimson pouring down his hand. The voices immediately got louder, demanding more. Screaming for the blood. He punched the already shattered glass again, more blood pouring from the already bleeding wound. He looked down at his fist, tears streaming down his face.

Im sorry it’s so shorrrt 😞 x reader is my strong suit..

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Thinking about human!Techno on osmp again tonight. I love bunnyblade a lot, but 'just a guy human!Techno who somehow got adopted into a hybrid commune' is such a banger and I miss content revolving around that...