#technoblade apologism

[aro-throughyourchest]

c!techno apologized when he shot tubbo. nobody ever apologizes to tubbo. i. hm.

wilbur never apologized to tubbo. wilbur just said “that’s just the way life is.” and wilbur carried on. tommy never apologized; it’s not his fault. he didn’t know how. tommy just kept asking, “you’re not really going to do it, are you?” he just kept asking for tubbo’s affirmation. it took far too much blood and far too much pain for the two of them to even stop. because tubbo’s been raised to take it like medicine and tommy’s been raised to follow his elders.

but techno. techno said “I’m sorry.”

[madkat-stuff-has-moved]

Happy Birthday Technoblade!

[becauseplot]

The recent announcement of the qsmp election event and q!philza confirming in canon that he is an anarchist kinda rattled something that's always been sort of spinning around in my brain: the fact that both c!emerald-duo (from DSMP) and q!philza (from QSMP) have had their lore tied in with the lore of the Antarctic Empire on SMPEarth. The thing about c!emduo and q!philza is that they are (as mentioned earlier) full-blown anarchists who vehemently oppose government in all its forms, but ae!emduo were, in fact, the co-leaders of an empire.

Now I don't actually know an awful lot about what went down on SMPE (from what I understand, it just sort of...ended?), but like, bear with me here---imagine SMPE is a world of actual empires: citizens, kings, soldiers, armies. A world capable of full-scale war. ae!Phil and ae!Techno are the leaders of one of the most powerful empires in all the land. Then, flash forward some years (decades? centuries?) later, and they're both anarchists completely disillusioned with government as a whole and actively fight against it when they see fit.

What happened? What happened between the birth of the Antarctic Empire and the beginning of the DSMP/QSMP that made them completely give that up and start to oppose what they once supported? 

Was it something they witnessed? One too many peaceful villages burned, one too many mangled bodies found beneath the rubble, one too many of their own men imprisoned, tortured for information, then left for dead?

Was it something that someone did to them? A beloved friend caught in the crossfire of a war; an ally they thought they could trust sticking a knife in their backs in an attempt to seize the Empire for themself; a foe that was simply too strong, too ruthless, too power-hungry to be defeated, much less reasoned with?

Or was it something that they did? Something they did that, for the first time, made their own stomachs turn. Made them question if it was all worth it. Made them realize that it never was. Were they ever at odds? One person begging that they halt their progress immediately while the other doubled down, insisting their actions were justified. Did they fight about it? Threaten the other with arrest for treason? Threaten to leave the other and never, ever look back?

What was the final straw? What makes an emperor become an anarchist?

[yourfavoritepeanutbutter]

horrible guilty pleasure comfort thing at the moment is reading dsmp fanfics (mainly SBI hurt/comfort) 😔 and it’s just like. UGHHHHH. i miss it so bad. is it bad that i miss like. the dream smp. before everything fell apart and people were shitty. like. i lowkey would kill to experience the joy i did being 13/14 years old in 2020-early 2022 and watching those livestreams. and it’s just like. UGH.

now everyone is weird. the only ones i trust and keep up with anymore are like the ones who were literally teenagers/the age i am now during it (tommy, tubbo, ranboo) and i like keeping up with phil just bc he’s fun and seems polite.

but like. i was never into dream so when stuff came out about him i was like oh yeah fuck him. but nothing will explain the sheer dread when the stuff on wilbur came out. like. i was SOOOO into his music and lovejoy was actually really good imo, as someone who is genuinely into music and not just following along like “oo my favorite youtuber made music” like it was actually GOOD and i showed it to my dad and we tried getting tickets and i was sad i couldn’t and it’s just. what the fuck???

once again. UGH. i miss the vibes. i miss making my dramatic fanart and screaming over the average lore just because it was FUN.

i got close with some of my closest friends and even closer with already close friends by connecting over that little minecraft thing. i have a lmanburg flag folded in my closet and copious drawings of the streamers as their characters. i just miss it.

i feel like i cant find anything with the same vibe either since starting to reread the fanfics. like maybe if i start watching hermit craft? please feel free to leave suggestions!!!!!!!!!

[risingsunresistance]

remake of an old rushed piece :V

[fridgeza]

"you have your own freedom! just let people love what they love, man! you are selfish!"

letter for an old poet, boygenius / techno & tommy, doomsday

[daily-technoblade-doodles]

[27] there he is.

[nomsfaultau]

It all makes so much sense now iejfksksjs

Hii I was the j-pop song anon a while back, this is me realizing there was a chance the original one I sent never was because I had the song link, please ignore this if you've gotten it before!

The song I had in mind was Aishite Aishite Aishite (Love me Love me Love me), specifically this live performance that Ado did, it's really cool!

https://youtu.be/HmkbBdD8044?si=QdA52hmofb4KhHBo

Interpretation can vary, but the song in a nutshell is about a young girl who is obsessed with gaining love and approval from others, getting more desperate as time goes on, to the point of insanity(?). There is a mention of a 'cursed collar' that causes her to act this way, which some see as a metaphor for her insecurities and lack of affection from childhood which is what possibly caused her to be this way.

I once thought that it connected to fault!crew on the sense of their struggle to be accepted or be able to be in a society or situation without the dangers that come with being deemed 'anomalies', but now I think it connects more with the Lambs Wolves Wear!sbi.

That yearning to be loved and want for affection, constantly doing things to get other's praise and attention on them, oblivious to the fact that their own love has become overwhelming and even harmful to the ones they care about...

Anyways this specific rendition was why I got so stoked about this because the singer sung 3-4 distinct vocal types!!! It's like watching her seamlessly switch between characters over the course of the song, and for some reason I thought each sbi member could be connected to a certain voice:

Even, normal tone - connects to Philza, symbolism to his former role of being the one his kids can depend on and the current prolonged facade of being a good and loving father with everything under control as much as he can, goodness compared to the others he seems mentally stable, no way he is undergoing any internal turmoil

Crazed, mad tone - connects to 'Tommy', their chaotic and vile nature with being a demon from hell, also how their first instinct and action ends up being hurtful, whether it be intentional or not, and the whole scene of trying to apologize in their own customs I mean dang—

Deep, grave tone - connects to 'Technoblade', the seriousness and practicality they exhibit and weariness that they carry on their shoulders due to their experience as a soldier, the constant distrust and fear of being caught due to past events

Light, dreamy tone - connects with 'Wilbur', alluding to his tendency to cast illusions on everything messed up so they seem picture-perfect, that desire to be the perfect 'Wilbur'/son and be loved by Philza, seeing their situation in rose-tinted glasses

Could be erroneously off in terms of themes but hey this was fun to write and definitely long! Thanks for reading, love your storytelling and hope you have a nice day! :D

You absolutely nailed the themes!! This is immediately going on the Lambs playlist. The different tones all connect so well with the different characters it almost seems made for them :0

And no Phil is definitely under not even slight turmoil lol what makes you think that?? /j

[just-a-random-bakugo-stan]

This will be the only time I talk about the Wilbur soot situation

Technoblade would be so disappointed

[glowstone23b]

Today I think I shall gush about my piglin naming system! Inspired by Technoblade :)

Piglin names typically come in three parts, being (attribute)(thing you’re known for)(bastion name). Bastion names are normally used if you’re interacting with anyone outside of your bastion or horde, because goodness knows how many piglins out there are named Gold…

First names are usually a personality trait or something alluding to one, not always literal. Techno was named as such because he’s cool and calculating on the outside, like technology. Flint (my oc, for a second example) was named as such because he’s hardy and dependable.

Second names are given later on in life (some piglins choose not to use them, or never earn them)— these can be a lot of things! Usually it’s a profession, but it can also be a notable event in your life; it’s something people would recognize you for. Techno got the name “blade” because of his prowess with blades in farming and on the battlefield, and Flint got “bairn” for being good with those who are born (animals, but children especially).

Some piglins never end up getting second names, and some don’t associate with a bastion. Those who are outcast or choose to move elsewhere may take up a different name. They also morph with time— if someone becomes more well-known for something after they’d already received a second name, they’d change it to match!

This is the short version, amazingly enough. More under the cut if you’re interested in it! You’ll get a glimpse into how my mind works, lol

First names aren’t given until piglings start to grow their tusks in, around which time their personality shows a lot more. As a baby, they’re given a placeholder name by their parents or caretakers, which can be anything! Typically, it’s from a pool of names that that bastion or horde holds dear, so litters a couple years apart may end up having the same childhood names.

I actually have a list of some names that’d work in one way or another, though not all of them may fit together smoothly. You can likely shift stuff around and add or subtract letters so it rolls off your tongue easier. I mean, technically this is in english, so it’d likely work in the piglin’s spoken language, but hey!

Birth names: Typically some physically defining trait, notable action, or person/idol/role model, given to the piglet shortly after birth. Examples include steve/alex/jean, mud, snow, speckle, leather, squeal, swift, trot, crinkle, crimson, trip/skip, hopper

First names: Typically an object or item, or field of study or important advancement in relation to the piglin’s temperament around 8-12 years of age. Overworld examples are used less frequently, but tend to be given to piglets with exceptional or odd temperaments. Examples include Techno(logy), Flint, Fence, Ash, Ember, Clay, Obsidian (Obi-), Cinder, Gold, Flame, Blaze, Rose, Water, Rust, Cobblestone (Cobble-), Honey

Second names: Typically a thing or descriptor/verb (usually in past tense), given to the piglin after finding something they excel at or become known for. This is usually a word that pertains to multiple aspects of them (as with Techno, ‘blade’ refers to his expertise with bladed items both in battle and cultivation). Examples include Blade, Bairn (born), Char, Forge, Lock, Arrow, Shield, Bloom, Ferrous/Aurous, Brew, Heal, Tame, Craft, Knife, Smith, Saw, Sword, String, Saddle, Spirit, Breath, Grown, Wrought, Torn, Write, Built, Read, Smelt, Bud, Scar

Literally just copy pasted from my notes app so apologies if stuff is repeated or doesn’t make sense! If you guys have piglin name ideas or oc ideas regarding this I will give you a kiss on the forehead, I adore it.

The more I talk about it the more it sounds like how warrior cats name themselves. I know nothing about warrior cats, unfortunately, so I can’t say it holds true, but… I feel like this may be a common thing I worldbuilding. Regardless, I just think it’s neat!

If you are insane about piglins as I am or still relatively sane with a little interest in them, do interact! I’d love to bounce ideas off each other ^^! Also if you got this far I love you and tuck you in all cozy like a snug bug!! Don’t forget to eat and drink today, you deserve it! Okay that’s all for right now! :D

[fabshroom]

Day 6: Coughing up blood

Kinda Pt. 2 from yesterdays post

Prompts from anarchy-and-piglins

Achievement tracker: 2/9

[tinyowlthoughts]

Technoblade and the Isle of Aeaea

It had been a long while since men landed on her isle. Circe carefully slid her shuttle between the wefts of her loom, humming lightly as the island whispered of mortal footsteps on the shore. Only one set - a lone traveler, then, lost in the storms of the sea and seeking refuge until the heavy, dripping clouds passed. The wolves rumbled - they could smell their kin on the man, and while the mountain lions were not as fond they did not move to attack. Not a warrior then - at least, not a true one. Not a threat to her and hers. 

The color of the thread shifted beneath her fingers - a pale pink bloomed from the previous white, an abrupt change from the emerald-green leaves she had been weaving. The goddess paused, examining the hue closely - most men who stumbled upon her island were red or orange, perhaps alternating shades of emerald and dark grays (there was a fleeting memory of a man with blonde hair and crows wings and a ridiculous hat, a laugh on his lips as he introduced himself as Hades and took the hand of his wife Persephone as they chatted about their marriage, sealed with pomegranate seeds).

It was no matter, and she had no time to dwell. The mortal was approaching her palace, pausing only to scratch the ears of her guards. The wolves were more than happy to bow their heads and wag their tails. The mountain lions, lounging upon the stones of the mountain that circled the cove, showed less enthusiasm but were no less excited for the ear scratches. The goddess wondered about the mortals size - it had been long since her pets were able to hunt fresh meat.

Heavy steps echoed on the polished marble steps of her temple, and she smiled - a good-sized man then, to make a good sized swine. No - no, a boar this time. Her guards were growing round and lazy, they needed the exercise of a proper hunt. She finished the row and set her shuttle aside, still humming as she turned to the open archway to greet the newcomer.

Circe had been right - he was large, a towering young man of twenty or so, broad shouldered and brushing nearly seven feet. Beneath the thick, red himaton that hung over his shoulders was a white chiton that had seen better days. Both were crusted with salt, and even the sandals tied up his caves were sparkling with dots of white. In contrast to his masculine form, his hair - the same pale pink of her weaving, the same hue of the small flowers that grew upon the hills of the Acropolis - was twisted into delicate braids, woven with gold chains and pinned up off his neck. A diadem - thin and gold, but bearing a heavy red jewel in the center - rested upon his head, matching what jewelry she could see beneath his sea-soaked clothes. 

A man of wealth, then - not that it mattered to her. Men were men, swine were swine, and men were swine. She stood, absently running her fingers down the front of her own loose chiton and adjusting the golden leaves that formed her belt. Her fingers brushed the potion vials nestled in their hidden pockets for only a moment before she clasped her hands before her.

"Greetings, wanderer." She bowed her head. "You are welcome here. Please, enter and join me at my table." She gestured to the grand, carved stone table, where many men before this newcomer had dined and fallen to her charms. Unlike those other men, this one didn't immediately enter and fall gratefully into a seat. He scanned the room with eyes so brown they were near red, right hand brushing over his hip. Beneath his shifting himaton she caught sight of a hilt, gilded in gold and shaped into something she could not discern. A warrior, then - more meat for her loves to eat.

"There is no threat," she simpered, moving to the shelves carved into the spotless marble walls and pulling out bowls that filled with the finest of fruits and meats at her touch. "You are in the home of a goddess, one who does not harm mortal men." The words were true, thick as honey on her tongue, and she watched the enchantments that wove from her voice relax the man. His shoulders fell from his ears, and he stepped through the threshold, approaching the table.

"Eat, drink, I am honored to have you here." She set the bowls down and fetched a flagon of wine from the chest beside her loom, placing it before the head of the table alongside a golden goblet. "I am Circe, goddess of herbs and potions."

The man lowered himself into the head chair, though he paused at her words. He glanced up at her, gaze scouring her face, before he finished sitting, relaxing in the thick cushions. "I am Technoblade," he offered, gaze drifting over her as he took her in. This was familiar territory, and Circe allowed her chiton to slip a bit, the loose fabric sliding from one shoulder. Men were swine, and swine liked to eat, both with mouth and eyes. 

"Technoblade." She rolled the name on her tongue - it was familiar in a way that it echoed something from long ago, from before the times of Odysseus and Ulysses, when gods were young and mortals younger, when the Titans were still fresh in the memory and Cronus still a lingering nightmare. A historian for a father, then, she reasoned and brushed off the lingering sour taste the name brought to her tongue. A historical name for a warrior wanderer. "Welcome to my table, Technoblade. Please, partake, there is no cost." She poured him wine, the goblet filled near to the top.

He nodded - a man of few words, which she could appreciate - and picked up the cup, taking a sip. His shoulders fell even further as her special blend did its job, and she turned as though to put the wine back in the chest. Instead, she seized her staff - her favorite, a heavy oak branch inscribed with runes inlaid with gold - and turned, quick as a whip. The man hardly had time to jerk in surprise before the magic had seized him, and he was transformed.

Pink skin slid into rough, bristly fur, linens tearing as limbs shortened and twisted and fused, fingers and toes growing into thick, black hooves. A tail sprouted, and tusks grew from an elongated snout as the transformation finished. Where once had sat a man now was a large boar, clothed in the rags of his former form. It sat on its haunches, front legs keeping it upright, looking about dazedly as the rational thoughts slipped away, the mind of a simple beast taking over.

The Goddess of Transfiguration (and witchcraft, and potions, and magic itself) smiled, gripping her staff tightly. It had been quite some time since she'd gotten to stretch her magic, and the beast before her would make a wonderful quarry for her dear guards to hunt. Why, he had enough meat on him to make sure they each got a good serving! In fact, he was…oddly large. Almost unnaturally so. Perhaps it was simply that he was a boar, instead of her usual choice of domestic swine? Or maybe his own large size as a human had something to do with it - Athena, during one of her weaving lessons when she was just a small child, had spoken of something called 'matter' and 'mass', and the 'scientific theory'. She hadn't cared then, more interested in creating images in her work, and to be honest she didn't care now. Apollo and Athen could muck about with that 'wisdom' and 'science' and such nonsense, she had much more important matters to attend to. Such as getting this new boar into the woods, so her guards could eat.

Only, when she moved towards the creature to begin shooing it away, it looked at her - not in a way a beast would look, with fear and alarm and confusion, but with a human gaze. One filled with derision and annoyance and just the faintest bit of amusement. Then, quick as she could blink, the boar was gone, and the man was one more in the chair, clothing back in place (though a bit worse for wear than before), and hair once more perfectly set about his head. He didn't say anything, just held her gaze for a long moment, before reaching out and picking up his goblet once more. Circe, flabbergasted, opened her mouth, trying to come up with some excuse, some apology - a potion mix-up, perhaps, or a slip of the tongue - but as he took a sip, all she could see was the amusement in his eyes.

The swine.

She swung her staff towards him and uttered the words again, in a near snarl this time, and the man once more was replaced by a boar. The goblet fell from his hooved hands, dropping and spilling wine across the table, himself, and then the floor. The boar glanced down at his stained clothes and huffed in annoyance, then looked back up to meet her eyes again. His gaze was painfully human, painfully rational. 

Then he was human, and brushing himself off, adjusting his shirt and frowning down at the new deep purple stains. "You could have waited until I set my cup down," he told her, voice gruff but tone only lightly chiding - no panic or fear at the fact that she had turned him into a beast twice now. Circe gripped her staff tightly with both hands, wracking her mind for the answer. He had no moly upon him - the spell wouldn't have worked the first time if he did, and she'd rid the island of it after Ulysses had sailed off with his men. There was no charm or blessing that she could see upon him, and her islands and wards hadn't warned her of another being, mortal or otherwise, accompanying him here.

"Who are you?" She demanded, voice high and tight.

Technoblade - the sour taste remained on her tongue, the nudge that it wasn't right, it wasn't a true name, but a nickname, a moniker, for something fearsome - bent down to pick up the goblet. As she watched, it filled with drink - something darker than her wine, crimson where the light hit but near black otherwise - and leaned back in the chair, which seemed more like a throne with how he sat, one leg loosely crossed over the other, lounging before a goddess as though he had not a care in the world.

"Technoblade is what I prefer," he took a sip, and the faintest red stain was left at the corner of his mouth. He didn't look at her as he spoke, keeping his gaze to the cup instead, swirling the liquid inside and tracing it with his eyes - had they been red before? Surely not. "But I have been known by many names in the past." And as he spoke, his face changed.

"The Erymanthian Boar," his head sharpened into that of a boar once more, with razor sharp tusks that jutted nearly a foot from his face, a shaggy mane of black bristles replacing his hair. Still he spoke, mouth moving even as it changed again.

"The Calydonian Boar," the fur smoothed, the bristles shrunk, the snout shortened, but the swine was no less dangerous, the golden markings of Artemis picked out on his forehead in shining lines of fur.

"The Clazomenae Boar," wings sprouted from his back, the mark of Artemis fading (not that Circe noticed, too aghast at the feathered limbs that brushed each side of her room, at the power they heralded, too aghast the mistake she has made). 

"But you likely know me best as my true self." And then there is nothing - no room, no table, no man. Only darkness, so thick she cannot see her own nose in front of her face. "Erebus."

Circe does not know how long they stay there in the darkness - in his domain, the domain of Erebus, God of Darkness and Gloom, Lord of Tartarus, the First Ruler of the Pantheon, child of Chaos themself. It could be seconds, or minutes, or hours, or days, or weeks or months or YEARS.

And she is not alone. She can feel his eyes on her as she stands, gripping her staff, gaze straight ahead - not that it matters, he is the darkness, she could be engaged in a staring contest and not even know it right now - 

Then it's over. 

They are in her temple once more, and Erebus, God of Darkness and Gloom and everything else, is lounging in the head chair, which is now a proper throne, made of black marble with gold veins that look too much like eyes for comfort. He is sipping from the goblet, watching her with a raised brow. When she says nothing, he drains the rest of the drink and sets the cup down gently, then laces his fingers together and rests his hands in his lap.

Where before he had the demeanor of a weary but wary traveler, a man lost to the sea seeking refuge for a night, he is now nothing but confident, radiating power and contentment, the control of the situation firmly in his grip. Despite being the same size before the darkness, he takes up the entire room, and she has to strain against his presence to resist the urge to flee. He considers her, with those bright-red eyes, then nods to the seat closest to him.

"Now that we have that mess out of the way," he snaps his fingers and a book appears in his hand, bound with leather and pages edged in gold, "I'd like to hear your version of events. Ulysses has been quite insistent that you are the villain - and after that whole thing," he waves his hand, as though to encompass the past few minutes hours days weeks years, "I'm inclined to agree. Mnemosyne and Clio were too nervous to approach you themselves, so I came at their behest." 

"You…what?" The staff in her hands slips a bit, and Circe grips it tighter, pulling it against her chest. Erebus - Technoblade? - raises a brow from behind the thin, gold-rimmed glasses that are now balanced on the bridge of his nose. He motions to the seat closest to himself again, and after a moment of her brain stuttering, she decides she doesn't want to go back to the true darkness of his realm and shakily takes a seat.

"Ulysses's buddy Homer is writing down his whole journey," Technoblade - Erebus? - sets the book down and pulls a quill from nowhere. It's made with a large, dark feather, one she recognizes as a crow - but crows don't grow that large, do they? - and begins making a note on a clean page. "He's apparently exaggerating quite a bit - it's driving Clio mad, have you met her? Inaccurate historical records are her greatest fear, and his 'ode' is quite self-serving and apparently embellished to Tartarus and back. I promised Clio I would do some fact checking." He looks up at her, waiting for a reaction. With the spectacles on his nose and a blotch of ink already staining his fingers, he appears - well no, he is still terrifying, but it is tempered somewhat. 

Resisting the urge to leave her temple and start a new life on another island, or turn him into a swine one more time (Third times the charm, as the Fates like to say) and run for it while he turns back, Circe rests her staff on her lap and bites her lip, thinking over his words. Then, a thought strikes her.

"Has he mentioned that we have three sons together?" 

The god blinks, then a wide grin crosses his face and he turns to his book, beginning to scribble. "No, no he has not." He snorts (it's particularly pig-like, she notes), and absently grabs a grape from the plate nearest to him. In all their spell casting, the food has remained, as delicious and inviting as ever (though she notes, peering at the goblet that had appeared at her elbow at some point, her special herbs and spices are gone from the meats and drinks). "Tell me about them." Erebus glances up, and Circe can't help but compare him to the other men who have come here.

Despite his history, his names, his ability to transform to pig and back, he's the least swine-like man she's ever met.

"Well, our eldest is Telegonus…"

(And later that day, when Technoblade returned to his home in the Underworld and greeted his family, he took great delight in telling Eros (who was going by Wilbur for the moment, after visiting Germania and thinking himself funny) that his attempt to set him up on a date had failed.)

So I just had a weird but funny thought

Technoblade likes Greek mythology

There exists the idea that Technoblade can switch from human form to pig form at will

Can you imagine the absolute fucking power play it would be if he stumbled upon Circe’s palace and she threatened to turn him into a pig only for him to just??? Do it himself???

Like, where do you even go from there? What’s the plan anymore?

Or he gets turned into a pig and then looks her dead in the eye as he transforms himself back

[antimony-medusa]

Someone asked me for notes on writing technoblade so:

this is how I do characterization, just in random order.

deadpan or "dry" but not monotone— he's often quite expressive just in a deadpan way.

FUNNY. Humour is hard though so you can skate by on just being sarcastic and deadpan.

Sarcastic.

doesn't often say that someone is important to him in words, not in a literal fashion— the reason why things like "for you the world" or "my best friend" or "bro" or "good friend and disciple" gets celebrated is because he wouldn't say that sort of thing often. He is not out here calling people sunshine. Techno's out here saying "oh I'm not endeared" and "there's a RACCOON in my basement" and "that's what I'd expect from you, old man", but at the same time in actions he's very clearly showing that he cares— fight alongside someone, give them gifts, invite them to stay. Complaining about being woken up and how he needs his beauty sleep and how he's gonna wither to ashes while he makes you supper and won't let you apologize and sets up the guest room for you. And then says of course he's doing it he values this friendship. and then tells you how you could make anything you want for breakfast don't wake him before ten or he'll crumble to dust

especially with phil, very rarely MEAN/cutting, even while bantering and complaining— he'll call him an old man who's fallen off but he won't make fun of how he talks or call him stupid or a burden or tell him to shut up. He will tell tommy to stop talking but that would be because tommy was yelling his opinions at people like a grackle

anxiety— he wins fights because he overprepares. the beginning of every stream is so much brewing and armour and grinding. The world is dangerous and the only way to face it is to Git Gud. HE WILL BE GRINDING.

loves animals.

general-purpose nerd. people boil this down to english-major a lot, but things I have heard technoblade go on tangents about include math, psychology, greek mythology, metaphor, and How To Balance The Game

canonically into golf? I don't use that but yeah.

it's fair if I can grind the game sufficiently to make it work. will use exploits and edge cases and also expects them to be used against him cause that's just the game we're playing, right?

dark humour. this is a guy who made jokes about his execution and then his cancer. If he is in peril or something terrible is happening he will be joking about it. Most of the time however that is very carefully dark humour that is about, in the metaphor, him on the gallows, not being part of the crowd at a public execution.

Neurodivergent. This Man Has ADHD. in-game he had the zoomies a lot, he jumped conversational topics, he got distracted and missed stuff.

socially uncomfortable but has social skills— you see the discomfort especially on places like SMPearth or when he's not in a highly scripted lore call. He'll be falling back on silence or falling out of the conversation unless he's comfortable with people, and then you see WAY more of the fast joking, on a sliding scale of how comfortable he was with people. You can absolutely tell if he's comfortable with people and it correlates to how much company manners he's putting on. Like he'll make the effort socially, but you can tell he's plotting his escape from this conversation most of the time on SMPearth unless with his allies.

you can get an incredibly long way with dropping your gs, "bruh", and deadpan sarcasm.

kinda guy to use "wanna" and "soporific" in the same sentence. Big vocabulary, informal mode of speaking unless he's giving a prepared speech.

On SMPearth jokes about world conquest and domination, on DSMP jokes about being the bad guy/withers/terrorism, on origins jokes about cancer.

Will talk himself up as the best and powerful while also in a way that implies he doesn't really believe that or think it's important. First Try, Chat, he'll say, while very clearly and obviously going for the sixth try. Didn't even sweat, while a moment ago he was audibly panicking down the mic. Kinda guy to talk about his enormous clout and then turn the conversation around to how Ranboo has higher viewership and he personally has fallen off and is dying and being flattened— not in a complaining way, but in a "you're doing so awesome you beat me so good great game" way.

does not swear while on stream. We know he swore off-stream but those clips are few and far between. You will get people twitch if you have techno swearing though.

I've run out of thoughts, does anyone else have more ideas for Techno characterization?

[weird-mcyt-dreams]

Mumbo jumbo died. Like the news reached me very similarly to technoblade but instead of a really heartfelt goodbye, it was an average apology video for dying.

Hoping this anon isn't having a prediction ngl lol, it happens sometimes

[ricochetfuel]

announcement for those involved in any polling competitions on tumblr

under the cut because its in depth and long

I first started participating in the MCYT gender showdown this year. I loved the concept and the propaganda being spread and it was a fun activity to talk about with my mutuals and in my posts.

However acknowledging the cancellation of the Princezam and Technoblade contest, I want to express my utter disappointment in those who were mean, cruel, and outright bullied the opposing sides in this poll.

It is meant to be FUN and EXCITING, not something to avoid or dread. And this is something that the runner, Foxtrot, has expressed as well. And despite this, we still were mean to one another! We bullied the side we weren't on and I am VERY upset about that.

Zam had also expressed that he didn't want to win. Despite others pushing for his victory, they were still mean to the other side. Now I'm not trying to say that EVERYBODY was mean to one another, but I'm saying that enough were to cause such an issue.

I sympathize with those who were bullied in the process of this poll and I apologize on behalf of the Zam voters to any Techno voters, and I expect others to do the same, whether by posting about their apology or by acknowledging this mentally and knowing that they were wrong in saying things like "who the fuck is the other guy lol" or "vote the most gender, not your favorite".

Things like this affect people more than you would think and I know people personally that felt like their gender wasn't valid by voting for their favorite or by voting for the one with "less gender" or whatever the fuck people will try to say.

I apologize for anything that has come from this poll. I really do. I want EVERYONE to know that the bullying was NOT okay and never will be okay. It's meant to be fun and exciting, not dreadful or whatever bad words I could be forgetting.

Do better, MCYT community. We're supposed to lift each other up, not tear each other down.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

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Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

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Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

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