#technoblade au

[csealia]

God of War and Blood 🐷💕

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[crystal-ninja]

Technoblade from my My Hero Academia AU

I changed his character a lot since I drew this, but I still like it a lot

[epicaxolotls]

love this bedrock bros au - tysm starzy for help with tommys spider design!! youre a lifesaver

[ludicrousone]

Bedrock bros headpats.

Paranormal AU Techno gives headpats.

[angelsandarsenic]

after so long I’m finishing the sleeping beauty Technoblade au and doing that maleficent emerald duo au! I really want to work Wilbur as a changeling (cuz twins duo) in there but I can’t figure out how…

[asksintheapartment]

Asks for Tom, Wil, and Techno are now open!! Click on the images for better quality :0

Since I have lots of time on my hands rn, I’ll try to answer any/most asks that are sent today!

Just head over to that ask box and shoot away :)

oh yea just fyi the art in response to asks will not be as detailed as this LMAO it will most likely be lazy two toned sketches lol

[garrafoncitoda]

⚔️Warrior of Minds AU⚔️

I love Warrior of Minds of Epic the Musical so here you go, a Bedrock bros' AU idea.

Techno is the Blood God, a God famous for his amazing war techniques. He had never lost a battle. Of course, Technoblade wants to do more, he wants to create the greatest warrior of all times, a warrior who has not only physical skills but a great mind, with the power to defeat anyone with them ideas and the knowledge that only Techno can provide. That warrior would be the key for a better future for the human world.

But it wasn't that easy. Of course, Techno couldn't choose any person that crosses his path, he had to choose wisely the chosen one that would have the greatest knowledge of all times or it would mean the end of everything. That's why he haven't found anyone over a century.

Til one day he was walking around a village and he found this farmer taking care of his cows. Maybe the blonde boy didn't seem as an interesting person, but Techno found funny that he talked to the cows as they could understand him, so he followed the boy. He could have never predicted what would happen when they were in the field.

Tommy: Show yourself. I know you're watching me. Show yourself.

Techno: How can you see through my invisibility spell?

Tommy: I was lying and you fell for my bluff. Heh.

Of course, Techno was impressed. Nobody in all this years was able to lie to him like that and he was even more impressed when the kid recognized him as the Blood God. So, after acknowledging that the name of the blonde was Tommy, Technoblade offered to be his mentor and the opportunity to turn him into the greatest warrior of all time. What the god didn't know was that Tommy was practically fangirling on his mind when he saw Technoblade. Tommy had always admire the Blood God, he thinks he's the clevest God, so this definitely was a shot he was going to take over one condition.

Tommy: The cows come with me.

Techno: Are you serious?

Tommy: Yeah. If you want me, I want to take my cows with me.

Against the odds, Techno accepted. It has been over a hundred years looking for the right person and he wasn't willing to wait another century just for a bunch of cows.

Sorry if there's any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language and sometimes I forget stuff (even in my first language lmao)

[issybettyx]

I was listening to ‘the Red means I love you’ again yesterday, and my brain started creating a bedrock bros au, so i’m going to explain it because i can

It is a bit long, so 🫶 (it’s basically a short fic)

This was so fun to write, enjoy :D

Link:

— // murder, death, blood

Technoblade was known as the Blood God. But Techno wasn’t a god, he was human; the chorusing voices in his head told him he held a strong power, told him he could kill and make people bleed. They told him he was wasting potential, so he stopped wasting it.

His name was given by the public, scared and shaking as they reported on the murder of a 17 year old student; she’d been attending a school dance and was murdered in cold blood, no traces left behind but a smear of blood purposely placed across her cheek.

What the public didn’t see was Technoblade, easily gaining entry under a name from an attendee who’d been sick and couldn’t show up, a red sparkling masquerade mask covering his face but showing his crimson eyes, scanning the room before meeting the gaze of a girl. The dress she wore was long, the red colour matching the mask Techno wore, her blonde hair tied back into a bun as she wore a content smile, greeting everyone as she walked by.

They also didn’t see as Techno sent a knife through her stomach, and left out the backdoor.

“Great work tonight Ares, didn’t expect much from a newby.” Schlatt drawled that night, throwing $1000 across the table that Techno immediately took, placing it in his satchel as he threw his masquerade mask back to the man. Schlatt was a power hungry man, but he was also absolutely loaded, so he paid people to do his bidding, to kill people that he’d been requested to. “Do I have the pleasure of learning your name?”

“Confidentiality is important to me, Schlatt,” Techno had returned, hands held in front of him as the voices yelled to shoot him with the gun sat in it’s holster on his belt. Ignoring them, he continued, “My name is important to me, and not something I give away without knowing the person well enough.”

“I thought we were becoming friends.” Schlatt replied with a frown, but Techno grimaced; in actuality, he hated the man, but money was money, and if anyone had money it was Schlatt.

“I have no friends, they’re weaknesses.” He returned, giving Schlatt a short nod before going to make his way out of the room, “Have a nice evening.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Ares.”

When he’d gotten home that night, Schlatt had already sent him the profile of the next person he was being paid to kill.

Death wasn’t something he enjoyed, by all means Technoblade wasn’t a sadist, and when he’d gotten the message of his next victim something sour rose in his throat, but he sucked it up.

And soon, the death tally ticked up.

Soon, every time he got a message from Schlatt, the taste in his mouth wasn’t sour, nor was it sweet. It just… got dull. The man gained a sort of apathy towards it, and killing got easier by the day.

“The Blood God has struck again,” the news blared into Techno’s house as he threw another popcorn into his mouth, eyes starting to drift shut in boredom, “His 17th known victim was found dead at 6:15pm this evening, blood smeared across his cheek.” The reporter explained, glancing down at the paper on the desk as they held down the quiver in their voice. “No suspects have been recorded, but police investigations have been confirmed to be continuing. Back to you Rosa.”

Techno flicked off the TV, attempting to slip off to sleep, but a buzz from his phone made him lift it to his face, reading the message from Schlatt with a quiet sigh that was lost to his quiet home.

Schlatt: *Link to profile* this one came in from an anonymous donor, I should hope you can pull through Ares, they’re paying 100 grand for his head

Mindlessly, he clicked on the profile, eating another handful of popcorn as he read it over.

Name: Thomas Watson (Tommy)

Age: 17

Birthday: April 9th 2004

Appearance: Blue eyes, Blonde hair, 6’1, Caucasian

Pronouns: He/Him

Family: Older brother Wilbur Watson, Father Phil Watson

Close friends: Tubbo (Last name unknown), Ranboo (Last name unknown) (has memory problems)

Education: Snowchester Academy

Home: 17 Porting Avenue

Commonly appears: Library

Trust issues: Decides who he trusts based on “vibes”

Best course of action: N/A

This boy sounded strangely familiar. Techno had never heard his name before, never heard of his family or his home. But the things listed reminded him of someone.

A voice in his head said it reminded him of himself. The man pushed it away immediately, and drifted off to sleep.

—

Techno was never one to murder without a mask. He wasn’t insane.

But Tommy was a special case.

The thing with Tommy was, he wasn’t stupid. He got straight A’s in school, and when he took an online test of social awareness relating to strangers’ behaviours, he got 100% of it correct.

The only way Techno could even get remotely close to killing this kid was to gain his trust, lure him away, and stab him dead in an alleyway.

Techno could always shoot him, his gun had good range, but something about that didn’t sit right with him. Something told him it wasn’t the best idea, that he’d get caught too easily, and then Schlatt would be upset he lost them a life changing amount of money.

The man decided to meet him in library, his newly dyed pink hair out of his face in a bun, reading glasses perched on his nose as he subtly scanned the room, checking for cameras, counting witnesses, before finally finding Tommy. He was sat with a book in hand, a small smile on his face as his eyes scanned the page. After only a second of looking at him, the boy glanced up at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Can I help you?” He asked, blue eyes glinting perfectly in the artificial light. Something foreign grew in Techno’s chest, and he pushed it down immediately, giving the boy a small smile before slowly making his way over to him.

“I need a book recommendation, I heard you’re the boy to come to?” Techno returned, the words flowing with practiced ease as he made his way just a few feet away from the boy. Strangely, a look of uncertainty crossed his face.

“Who sent you?” He asked slowly, shutting his book with a sort of subtlety only Techno could spot, but the boy kept a small smile on his face nonetheless.

“Ranboo,” Techno replied, keeping his smile even as Tommy continued to stare, almost as if he was searching into his very soul for the truth, “I’m a new student, and i’ve been getting into reading.”

After a moment, admittedly an extremely long one, of silence, Tommy smiled, slipping his book into his bag as Techno masked his relief with a feigned smile of excitement.

That same feeling rose in his chest, harder to push down than before as he followed Tommy through the library, watching him point at every section and explain his love for them. The voices cooed and awed, which was awfully unlike them. They used to daydream of killing them, they used to prod Techno with constant reminders of what he had to do. And it helped. With his job anyways.

But now?

Now they didn’t support it.

If Techno even thought about how to kill Tommy for a second, they would scream at him, yell and cry and kick until Techno got an earsplitting headache.

This went on for two weeks.

And Schlatt was pissed.

“You still haven’t killed him.”

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to be the best at this.”

“I know.”

“You’re the Blood God, Ares.” He stressed, running an annoyed hand through his hair with a groan. Techno didn’t so much as blink. “You kill, you feel nothing, you move onto the next one. The public fear you, Ares.”

“I’m trying my best, Schlatt-“

“Well clearly your best isn’t good enough.” He spat back without hesitation, and that made something inside him stir, it made the voices rage. Not only were they mad at Schlatt for insulting Technoblade in such a way, but also at the very idea of hurting Tommy.

Tommy, who was nothing more than a school student, had made the voices grow attached.

Techno refused to get attached to someone who was meant to die by his hands.

He refused.

Whole-heartedly.

Tommy wasn’t special to him at all.

Nope.

“He’s a special case, do you not trust me to do what’s best for your company?” Techno tried, and when Schlatt went to reply, he interrupted once more, “You’ve given me a lot, and I wouldn’t dare drag anything on longer than need be.”

That was a lie. That voices reminded him the moment he said it of every moment he could’ve killed the kid before and he found an excuse not to go through with it.

That part mostly went unsaid.

“If Tommy isn’t dead by his 18th, we’re going to have a problem, Ares.”

Techno smiled. It was short, and it was brief, but it was also temporary relief.

Without another word, Techno left, sighing as he let the tension fall from his shoulders.

—

“Wilbur plays guitar,” Tommy confessed as he explained his family to Techno. It had been a month since they’d met, and Techno had found he struggled to go a day without talking to the kid, the feeling in his chest now one he was unable to repress. “He said he’ll sing me a song for my birthday, wrote it himself.” He finished as he chewed on his sandwich, Techno nodding with a smile.

The smile was fake, and Tommy knew that, immediately catching on.

“What’s up? You’ve been upset for the past couple weeks.”

In reality, since Techno’s meeting with Schlatt where he promised he would kill Tommy, he found himself considering every way to prevent the kid’s death rather than how to cause it. The voices seemed to agree with this change of thought, encouraging him and giving him ideas.

Some said to lie to Schlatt, fake the kid’s death, run away with him so he would be safe from any other mercenary that Schlatt had hired.

Others said to kill Schlatt, but with how many allies that man had Techno knew that wasn’t an option.

“Dave?”

“My name’s Technoblade.” The man said suddenly, throwing Tommy off for a moment as he considered everything that had just been revealed. To most people, a name was a name.

To Techno, his name was only given to the people he loved and trusted most, he’d only ever given it to one person before. To Techno, his name was his own and no one elses to say.

To Tommy, Techno’s name wasn’t… well, Techno. He wondered why the man hadn’t told him to start with. He wondered why Techno’s face was equally as shocked as his own. He wondered why the man had such a strange name.

“I didn’t- I mean-“

“It’s alright, Techno,” Tommy returned quickly, pausing the man’s racing thoughts if only for a moment. The pause was purely from the relief of hearing his real name come from the boy’s mouth.

On that day, Technoblade decided he would do everything in his power to protect this kid, no matter the cost.

The kill count of the Blood God would end at number 17.

(The voices weren’t too happy about that, but they decided it would be fine if Tommy was alright.)

“Tommy.” Techno started, and boy how he knew he would regret this. But Tommy didn’t expect for him to continue speaking, he assumed his stress was over his name, but the tension had hardly fell from his shoulders since. “Tommy you’re- I’m-“

“Ares.” A voice came from behind him, dark and holding something Techno had only heard from the blood-thirsty chorusing in his head.

Schlatt.

Tommy paused, glancing at Techno for an explanation, but the man bit his lip.

The profile had said his birthday was on the 9th. He had until tomorrow to think of a plan.

“I said by his 18th.” Schlatt explained, and when Tommy looked back at Techno, he saw tears brimming in his eyes he was trying hard to keep down. “You’ve let me down.”

Why this man knew Techno, he wasn’t sure.

Why this man called Techno Ares, he also wasn’t sure, but he also wasn’t going to give the man away.

“Don’t worry man,” Tommy cut in, a smile on his face, carefully shaped in resignation that Techno found way too convincing for it to be faked, “We have an arrangement, it’s tonight, you’re all good.”

Schlatt shot him a confused look, looking between the two in confusion.

“What?”

Techno looked at Tommy, equally as confused.

Thankfully Schlatt didn’t notice.

“Listen.” Tommy tried, standing from his seat easily. “It’s okay, we have it sorted, I just wanted to wait a bit longer, i’m on your side.”

“You-“ Schlatt tried, pointing at Tommy before turning to Techno, the man slowly nodding as his pink hair bobbed over his shoulders, “You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah.” He replied, not entirely sure what he was saying they were doing but glad Techno was going along with it. “You have nothing to worry about big man.”

After a way too long moment, Schlatt sighed, pinching his nose as he muttered something to himself, stalking off without another word.

The moment the man was out of earshot, Tommy spoke again.

“What the fuck is he on about?” Tommy laughed out, pointing at the direction Schlatt had walked off in. Techno was too stunned to speak, eyes distant as his hands shook on the table. The voices mumbled to each-other, trying to find a way around this.

“Tommy, I’m the Blood God.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest, taking in the seriousness in the man’s voice.

He realised the man wasn’t lying.

No words came out of his open mouth.

“I was sent to kill you.”

Silence.

“But I’m not going to.”

“But you have to.”

“Well-“

“That dickhead will kill you if you don’t kill me!” Tommy pressed, leaning back forward and pressing his hands to the table. It was a little scary. “You have to.”

“I’m not killing you Tommy-“

“No one will even notice.”

“Tommy-“

“I promise i’ll be quiet, just promise to make it painless, you did it with the others you can do it again-”

“I can’t kill you, Tommy.” Techno said it with so much desperation the boy finally went quiet, watching a single tear fall down the man’s face as he ran a shaking hand through his hair, eyes shut as he muttered inaudible words to himself. “I’ve told you my name.”

He scoffed, “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Tommy you’re the only living person who knows who I am, who I really am.” He tried to get the message across, tried to let the boy know, but he seemed clueless, and the voices screamed at him to just say it. When Tommy didn’t reply, he was too distracted by the screams to stop himself “I love you, you’re my brother, and I can’t let you go now.”

Most people would’ve found out one of their best friends was one of the most wanted murderers and reported them to the police, maybe would’ve ran and screamed. But Tommy stayed still, thinking over the situation in his head.

Techno had killed at least 17 people before, and completely slipped past any suspicion. He was told to kill Tommy, but he didn’t and was now refusing to do so.

He should be scared, he should report him or do something logical, make the straight A’s worth it.

But he couldn’t.

“Then what’s the plan?” He asked with a growing smile, the determination settling into his face shocking Techno a little; he didn’t expect anything good from this, and yet here Tommy sat, continuing to stay alongside him despite every single death that sat splattered blood on his hand, ever smear of red he’d pressed to someone’s face apparently meant nothing to the kid.

Techno smiled back.

[slimeyliveshere]

Drawing PT. 2

You stood in front of your mirror staring at yourself in a long-sleeved (favorite color) sundress. It was about a month since you met Techno, Ranboo, and Karl during the football game. It was Thanksgiving break and you were going on your third date with Techno. He had asked you about a week ago and you were going to this nice dinner place. Let's just put it out there he didn't exactly tell you where you were going yet. He was coming to pick you up right now.

"(y/n)! Your date's here!" your mom called from downstairs. You quickly grabbed your set of high tops and slipped them on. You were pulling open your door and running down the stairs. Techno stood at the end of the stairs talking with your mom while she drilled him with questions since she had been on work trips both the other times.

"-I am majoring in teaching," he answered. "Social Studies. I've always liked greek myths," he was still answering your mom's questions well you stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Yes, Mrs. (l/n) I can cook-" he cut himself off when he saw you standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Holy goddess..." he stood there staring at you.

"Ready to go?" you asked him, crossing your arms across your chest and smiling. He just nodded and stuck his arm out for you to take. You gladly took it and started to walk outside with him. The two of you got into the car. Techno leaned across the car and kissed your cheek before staring at the car leaving you slightly flustered. When the car got started it connected to your phone instead of Techno's. Probably because he connected it to the car on your first date.

"Your mom is nice," Techno joked when you got out on the road.

"Yeah, I know," you joked back.

"You look nice," he mentioned. You didn't respond probably because your face was nearly a tomato. You were out on the interstate before either of you talked. "How's college goin'," Techno asked glancing over at you and then back at the road. His pink hair had some flyaways and slight bags under his eyes but he still looked beautiful.

"Same old, same old. Dream got kicked off the football team though. Something about harassment. Uhm... Oh! Karl is in my design class with me this semester," you pondered what else to include. Sure, there is lots of stuff going on in your college right now. Karl was now the football team captain. Dream was expelled. There is a first-year transfer, Tubbo. The football coach and cheer coach, Bad and Puffy, was retiring soon. Hannah was transferring next semester to Badlands University. "

How's school going for you?" you shot his question back at him.

"Tubbo just transferred because of his dad. Ranboo just got his acceptance letter last week. My old man Phil offered me a student teaching job with him. So I might have to go to a middle school next year as a college senior. Snowchester Public I think is what he said. That's where Phil went for middle," he paused "I guess you could be the same old, same old," you just glared at him when he started snickering.

    The two overall just had a very wonderful night. Techno brought you to this nice sit-down restaurant. After that, he brought you to a park where you ate cupcakes made by his adoptive brother and his two friends. To think this was all from a simple [FOOTBALL GAME].

[onesaltyerik]

Story Snippet 2 from the Cyber Demon lore book, finally got that updated!

Preview:

“Eve’s…dead?” Techno’s eyes had grown narrow, the little black pupils slitted almost angrily as his voice shook. Or, sounded like it was shaking at least. It was difficult to tell his tone with the synthetic voice box. 

Caera nodded. “They said she’d died in an accident five years ago, when they took me to the Convent, said-said it was her last wish…”

“Should’ve guessed that was a lie…” his vision was getting blurry. “She always talked shit about the Exorcists-” 

“Get inside.” 

Caera blinked as Techno ushered him into the building.

[crystal-ninja]

I put Technoblade in My Hero Academia! I made this a long time ago and I changed a lot about him 😅 so this is inaccurate.

If yall want I’ll try to draw more of him and talk about his backstory

[dragon-storm-of-the-west]

I’ve decided to post some stuff from my other tumblr account, since im no longer going to be using that account for art anymore.

So if any of you recognize and of the pictures im going to be posting for the next week, do not fret. they are not stolen, i just am using a different account.

More versions of the same picture under the cut! plus also versions without shadow, and a picture of just the background without ranboo, plus also some wip screenshots of while i was working on the picture

[maple-leifarts]

GO SUBMIT ASKS >>> @asksintheapartment

i worked so hard on the art please 😔

[fr-likes-chocolate]

That’s it I’m making it.

It’s quiet uptown

An SBI foster Fic.

Pt 1/??

←→←→←→

Wilbur’s journal

Hey. My name is Wilbur, I am a foster kid who lives with my twin Technoblade, along with our foster parent, Tommy Innit. He's a killjoy and a bitch but he cares for us. Anyway, I am finally deciding to use this journal because Tommy is bringing in a new kid who is really high-maintenance. He didn't tell us why though. My guess is the kid is low functioning autistic. Techno guessed PTSD. I call bs on that. Tommy said he still had his biological family, they just couldn't care for him. Whatever the reason, I still don't want this kid coming. He's going to be a nuisance to live with, and probably take up all of Tommy’s time. I'll document my feelings going forward.

~~~~~

Phil’s handler (boob man hehe)

Hey Thomas I just wanted to check on you and ask how Phil is.

Me

Heyyyyyyy Ranboo, how are ya big man? Phil is fine, Techno and Wilbur are showing him around the house at the moment. (you can call me Tommy btw)

Phil’s handler (boob man hehe)

Alright then, I will come by in a week or so to check up on Phil. Are you sure you know how to operate all of the medical equipment for Phil? He knows how to most of it but id rather not risk it. (also ill call you tommy when you take boob man off my contact.)

Me

How did you know about that? Anyway yeah I know how to work it. Phil should be fine.

Phil’s handler

Just take the damn boob man off.

Me

*image included*

Here you go. I took it off

Phil’s handler (boob man I won't change it)

Thank you.

~~~~

Wilbur’s journal

Update: this new kid is weird. Tommy had us take him on a tour of the house, and when we got to his room, he went inside and laid down on the bed. He refused to budge and just fell asleep. Me and Techno didn’t know why till we saw the stuff downstairs. It was creepy, to be honest, this kid needed a bunch of medical devices to monitor him while he slept apparently. Tommy sat us down and explained everything not that he had more details. This kid was born very prematurely and has health problems because of it. The kid, Phillip, his parents couldn’t pay the monthly fees to care for him, so they decided to give him up to someone who could, namely Tommy. Overall I cannot help but feel bad for the kid. Techno calls it character development, I call it basic sympathy.

(haha part one done, you cant escape this)

[epicaxolotls]

my friend misspoke and now i have techno as thanos brainrot

[asksintheapartment]

Intro post!!

Hey yall! This account is managed by @maple-leifarts and is an ask blog for a Sleepy Bois Inc AU of mine!

Basically, the SBI family lives in a worn-down, tiny apartment in California. The story begins in the summer, but since this will be partially lore-driven, it will continue into fall, then winter, and so on.

Once I post the beginning post, asks will open for the bois! I will leave asks open for a full 24 hours after each response to an ask, then they will close and another 24 hours will go by for me to make the art in response to an ask of my choice. If I have some time, however, I may answer multiple asks in one day! Stay tuned and feel free to drop a follow!