#technoblade mcyt

[snibii]

TECHNOBLADE POTATO FARMING SIMULATOR!!!

fake game screenshot made by me :D

[cosmicasteroids]

Em duo but as the Turkish and Korean Olympic sharp shooters

[tharett]

Sonics your Emerald Duo (again lmao)💥💥💥👊

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Convierte tu Emerald Duo a Sonic (otra vez JAJAJA) 💥💥💥👊

[sugarnies]

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃 (From tiny blade)

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(A little late but I had to draw something, it's one of my favorite days jasjaj)

[molzysketch]

If there’s a past artwork of mine that you want reposted to tumblr lmk in an ask and I’ll dig it up 🫶

Here’s some bedrock bros for your morning

[aikarosethorns]

Technoblade once again looking like a badass <3

Seen an amazing accessory and adapted to our favorite minecraft cubito, netherite, gold and diamons, and of course, emeralds <3 I NEED TO MAKE SOME EMERALD DUO STUFF I NEED.

If you like what you see and maybe want to have a little doodle of your favorite cubito by me I'll be having a sketch party on my twitch channel Sat 2am GMT-3 , which for north americans would be 1:30am

Every new sub or new Ko-Fi donation as smoll as it is will get a little doodle made on stream, in these days I usually stream for more or less 8 hours straight. (yeah baby I'm self promoting on Techno fanart just like the blood god would've wanted ewe )

Twitch: /aikathedirtyrat

(I just do this because I know how small of a streamer I am so I was never packed enough not to take care of all requests, if this changes we'll see, I'll limit the amount, will try to keep 1 per person but if there is time left will do more, there will be artistic freedom, you choose the character and mood tho.)

[elysianightsss]

I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?

Now this inspired me.

Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. 

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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

“Yes.”

[devie-draws]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TECHNO!

Happiest of birthdays, king.

We love you so much <3

[shadowdoodles]

@comfy-vember Day 4: Bed Rest

“Phil expected to find a lot of things in this new house that he had to try to sell... it was said to be haunted and anyone who entered it would soon die a horrible way

Phil didn't think so, it was just a house....

But when he accidentally found a small hidden wing, he found the real reason behind the murders happening in the house... a vampire, or rather a fledgling.

And where there was a fledgling, there was a sire.”

[ghostmikexdd]

oh, I didn't post this here? oops, my bad, but, here's a redraw of an old art with Techno.

[phykoha]

His and Dream's styles conflict so much and I love it tbh

also I'm sobbing

[lucy-marigold]

Blood for the Blood God!

(Sketch under the cut.)

[cosmicasteroids]

Why bro look so mad anyways hello I offer silly bedrock bros meme in these trying times with that meme going around on twt!

[tharett]

Forgot to post this Xd

Uhhh yeah! Context of the thing on the left!

(Idk man, Phil is probably saying something silly about Tech and Tech is embarrassed and yeah, cute interaction I think)

(I think that in my sick little mind they’re trying to show they’re not a threat because they did take over the world once—)

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Se me olvidó compartir esto Xd

Oh, y el contexto de lo que está en la izquierda!

(Neta ni tengo la menor idea, Phil está avergonzando a Tech como una mamá compartiendo cosas vergonzosas de su hijo a una amiga, y pues sí, solo una interacción graciosa)

(Creo que hice esta interacción pq dentro mi cerebrito enfermo querían enseñar que no son una amenaza ya que han conquistado el mundo una vez—)

[sugarnies]

Tiny farmer 👑

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It's really funny to draw someone or a character as a tiny version sjhssj

[molzysketch]