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simplepotatofarmer · 1 year ago

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the real pig hunt

another mini fic for my 'hey loyal write this' challenge, this time based on this post by @curosart! an alternate take on 'hog hunt' and the butcher army execution.

“What if it doesn’t, uh, work?” Ranboo swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump in their throat and then swallowed again. “Like, what if it goes wrong or something?”

“It’s going to work, Ranboo,” said Quackity in a tone that made it clear there would be no further debate past this point. “Besides, if it goes wrong, that’s just less work for us, yeah?”

Tubbo nodded.

“Exactly, exactly.”

“But it’s going to work.” Quackity grinned. “And Techno is going to learn a lesson he’ll never forget.”

Techno should have known this would happen. Part of him had been waiting for it, ready, and there was no surprise when he received Phil’s message, just a pit in his stomach that the peace he had wanted to build here was about to be shattered.

And now there was blood on the snow (and he had tried, he had begged, but it was no use) and Quackity had an axe to his horse’s throat.

“Get away from them, Techno, or I’ll kill your horse right now.”

Techno stopped, holding his hands up.

“Quackity, you leave that horse alone…”

“Cooperate or I’ll kill Carl,” said Quackity. “Do you understand? I’ll slay this horse. Now drop everything.”

With a deep sigh, Techno’s shoulders sagged. He knew this would happen, he knew it, and began dropping his items on the ground.

“Okay, okay…”

“Your armor too.”

A moment of doubt made Techno hesitate. If he was going to get out of this, he would need his armor. Sunlight glinted off of Quackity’s axe.

“Do it or I’ll kill the horse right fucking now.”

Techno pulled the netherite gauntlets off and dropped them into the snow. The helmet was next and then the chest plate and he was about to ask what they were planning to do when he heard the unmistakable sound of a potion bottle breaking and the feeling of something wet hitting him.

“What the heck—”

And then the world around him was getting much bigger and Techno hit the ground.

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“Is this a fucking joke?” asked Punz.

Dream shrugged helplessly, not knowing how to answer the question. He needed it to be a joke, it had to be a joke, and yet—

“What do we do now? I mean, this really messes with the whole rescue plan, right?”

It did and if it was anyone other than Technoblade, Dream might have cut his losses right then and there. He groaned, rocking back on his heels.

“Okay, new plan.”

A beat.

Punz looked at him.

“Which is…?”

“Well, same plan for you, I guess,” Dream said. “You get up there and distract them. I’ll get Techno out.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“Do you have an extra invis potion?”

Raising an eyebrow, Punz dug through their inventory and pulled out a glass bottle, the liquid inside an almost matte grey in color. They handed it to Dream.

“Good luck, buddy.”

Dream nodded; he was going to need it.

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Techno had a brief flash of optimism when they tossed him into the small cage that maybe, just maybe, he could squeeze through the iron bars. That maybe whatever Quackity and his goons had done to him could work in his favor. But the bars were too close for him to fit through and his ear caught on the metal, making him let out a squeal.

This was embarrassing.

He got the point �� turn the pigman into an actual pig, haha, very funny – but it was really cramping his style. How was he going to get out of this? How was he going to make sure Phil was alright? Techno could barely turn and he didn’t have hands to hold a weapon or that totem Dream had so kindly pointed him to.

There was a flash of white and then shouting and an explosion. Beneath him, something thumped against the wood plank he was standing on, hard. He didn’t have time to think about that. Tubbo’s voice cut across the commotion.

“Pull the lever, Big Q!”

Bruh, Techno thought, not like this.

The wooden plank beneath his hooves – all four of them – broke and he fell. He expected to hit the ground and then for the anvil to hit him but someone grabbed him awkwardly, hands almost slipping on his haunches as they yanked him back. The anvil slammed into the ground with a rush of air, barely an inch away from Techno’s snout.

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If there wasn’t a saying about how hard it was to catch a pig already, Dream thought there should be.

With one hand still on his axe, he scrambled to grab Techno as he pulled him back and out of the way of the anvil at the same time. It had come too close for comfort and Techno was practically upside down. He adjusted his grip but Techno seemed to be panicking.

“Techno—Techno, stop, it’s me.” There was an indignant sounding squeal and Dream groaned. He was invisible; even if Techno was in a position to look at him, he would’ve seen nothing but a floating axe. “It’s Dream.”

The squealing turned into a series of oinks that could only be described as laughter.

“Yeah, whatever, laugh all you want,” said Dream.

He tucked Techno under his arm. Above the commotion still raged and it was surprisingly easy for Dream to slip away. That ease made paranoia stick in Dream’s chest and it took all his self-control not to look over his shoulder every few seconds and instead made his way to where Quackity and the others had left Carl.

Grabbing the lead, he pulled the horse towards the tunnel, the sound of shouting and explosions fading into the background.

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Techno had thought being turned into an actual pig was about as low as he could get and then he had realized they hadn’t even planned on giving him a clean death. There was no honor in being crushed while trapped in a cage and Techno knew that was the whole point.

And now Dream was manhandling him as if he had never once held an animal before and also was afraid Techno would bite him. Techno had certainly considered it, especially when he had mounted Carl and turned the horse away from his home in the arctic.

He had considered wiggling out of Dream’s grip and taking his chances but he knew Dream wanted him alive, even if he didn’t know why. That was enough for him.

“Whoa.”

Carl took a moment to listen to Dream and Techno snorted in amusement.

The invisibility potion had worn off and Dream tilted his head down slightly to look at him. When he spoke, Techno could hear the frown in his voice.

“Your horse sucks, Techno,” he said as he pulled out his communicator with one hand.

And I’m gonna feed him so many golden carrots, thought Techno, oinking.

“Shut up.”

As Dream typed, resting the communicator on his thigh, Techno tried to peer at the screen, see what it was he was saying, who he was talking to you.

Techno oinked, rising in intonation.

“I’m trying to figure out where’s safe,” said Dream in reply.

Flicking his ear, Techno thought, I take back fifty percent of the times I’ve called you stupid, alright, Dream?

“Damn it.”

That didn’t sound good. Squealing, Techno nudged Dream’s arm, dignity forgotten. Dream tightened his grip on him as Carl side-stepped with a whiny.

“It’s fine,” he muttered and then cleared his throat. “It’s fine—We just need to find somewhere to lay low for a bit.”

We also need to figure out a way to turn me back into a dang person, thought Techno. If something went south, he’d be useless. A pig couldn’t hold a sword and Dream was good but not that good. He oinked.

“What? I don’t speak pig.”

Techno oinked again.

C’mon, Dream, that’s whole problem, man.

He couldn’t see the expression on Dream’s face but the way he looked down at him and then leaned back slightly spoke of a sudden realization.

“Okay, but I don’t know what to do about that so,” Dream said and then nudged Carl lightly with his heels. “We’ll figure it out.”

We better, thought Techno with a soft huff.

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Things had spiraled out of control. It was supposed to be a simple rescue mission, just make sure that Techno got out of there alive with his stupid horse, and now Dream’s mind was racing as he tried to plan where to go, what to do next.

How the fuck was he going to turn Techno back to normal?

“Fuck! Milk!”

In his lap, Techno squealed and the horse shied and Dream had to work to keep him under control without dropping Techno. He pulled the horse to a stop.

“Can pigs drink milk?” he asked, looking down at Techno.

The noise Techno made was somewhere between an oink and a snort and very clearly held the tone of someone who thought they had just been asked a very stupid question. Dream felt his cheeks go hot and he was glad he was wearing the mask.

“Well—Well, to be fair, I don’t know pig biology or whatever.”

Techno snorted again. Dream rolled his eyes.

“Look, we’ll just—We’ll find a cow and fix this.”

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It was a good idea.

Techno was actually a little bit disappointed that he hadn’t thought of it himself but it wasn’t as if he could have told Dream anything. Their means of communication was pretty limited though he had to admit that Dream was quick to figure out what he was trying to say.

So when he felt that odd tingle, starting at the tip of his tail, he had a good idea of what was about to happen. He tried to wriggle out of Dream’s grasp, giving a squeal, but Dream held on.

“Techno! What the hell?”

Oh, this is gonna be awkward, thought Techno.

There was a stretching sensation in all his limbs and then a pop, like a bubble bursting, and he was falling and taking Dream with him. Techno landed on top of him, knocking the wind out of them both. Startled, Carl whinnied and danced away before stopping to munch on some grass just a few feet away.

Techno looked down at Dream.

“Hey, good news, Dream, I don’t think we’re gonna need to find that cow,” he said.

Dream lifted his head and then gave up almost immediately with a deep sigh.

“—we’re never fucking talking about this again.”

With a laugh, Techno got to his feet – the two of them, not four – and reached down to offer Dream a hand. He hesitated for just a moment before taking it and letting Techno pull him up.

“Oh yeah, this is stayin’ between us,” he said and then, “For now, I mean, it is kinda funny…”

“Techno!”

#technoblade #dreamwastaken #the butcher army #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #hey loyal write this #rivals duo #rivalsblr

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kisuminight · 7 months ago

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I've been calling this the Blade System AU and mentioning that Blades have Soul Weapons, but I haven't actually talked about who has what weapon, have I?

For the purposes of this AU, and my sanity, we are going to say that Soul Weapons fall into the basic category of weapons or tools from Minecraft. As much fun as I would have with rapiers and halberds and warhammers, Minecraft doesn't really... support that? Basically, all swords are swords.

The types of weapons and tools that can be Soul Weapons are: Axe, Pickaxe, Shovel, Hoe, Sword, Mace, Fishing rod, Shears, Trident, Bow, Crossbow

Obviously, Blades that are dps tend towards actual weapons, Blades that are healers tend towards the tools, and Blades that are tanks go either/or, depending on whether they are a takes-strong-hits type of defense or debuff-into-oblivion type of defense. There are some exceptions, you can have a healer Blade that is a sword or axe, but they're rare. "Sword" Soul Weapons are the most common type.

I know that I said that the Resonance-based enchantment was Sharpness, but not all tools/weapons can have that type of enchantment. I will specify if the enchantment varies base on Soul Weapon type.

So, for our Blades. We'll put this under cut because it's getting long:

Dream (Light, healer) – he gets a fishing rod. Dream has been very inventive with uses of fishing rods before, especially in manhunts (which aren't quite cannon to this version of c!Dream, but eh). Since Soul Weapons are unbreakable, so Dream can also use it like a flexible rod or staff. The fishing line also becomes razor wire if he wills it to be, which makes it quite useful as a garrote (the razor mode has the Sharpness aspect). This has the added bonus of being able to tangle someone in the line for fun (a spar, just messing around) or tangle someone up as a threat (if you move you'll get sliced to ribbons). I feel that a fishing rod tool fits best because it can be used for survival but it can also be used to find treasures. And Dream tends to have good luck when he isn't planning to actively put himself in horrible situations, so he's got Luck of the Sea :)

Punz (Dark, dps) – a sword, plain and simple. c!Punz likes walking the line between being very much a threat and also being kind of background. Like, everyone knows who he is/what he does so they don't really look beneath the surface. In addition to the Sharpness, he gets Looting.

Technoblade (Earth, dps) – I waffled a bit over this one, but I want to say axe? Techno doesn't use his Soul Weapon much, so he went and made a real version of his Soul Weapon, which is the Axe of Peace (also this gives layers to why Techno wants it back and doesn't like other people having it). Unlike the Axe of Peace, Techno gets the Sharpness from Resonance and doesn't need Unbreaking or Mending on a Soul Weapon. He does still have Efficiency V. I did think about choosing pickaxe in honor of Techno maybe pulling out his Soul Weapon after the failed execution, but I think he'd be even more paranoid about letting anybody from L'Manberg's Butcher Army seeing it. Also a Blade with good Resonance basically has a strength potion effect 100% of the time anyway... Techno is way too OP in this AU, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Philza (Ice, dps) – If Minecraft had a scythe, it would be a scythe (for Death theming). But we're going with a bow. A melee weapon means you have to be up in someone's face to kill them. A bow? Much more impersonal (death doesn't discriminate). He would have Power as the Resonance enchantment. Since he can make his own arrows with ice magic, has functional Infinity. Since he is an Aegis, with multiple elements available, he can do Flame, too. In fact, if he's not careful, Flame + Ice Arrow can make temperature shock explosions (similar to a rocket) when he hits something and the magic mixes. Phil on a warpath is very much the joke of "I didn't ask how large the room was, I said I cast fireball!"

Skeppy (Air, dps) – he gets a mace! Lots of plunging attacks when you're an air Blade that can fly. Also, while I don't really think of Skeppy as absolutely tiny in this AU, he's still pretty small, especially in comparison to Bad? Like 5' 0". So theres a juxtaposition whenever he pulls his weapon and it's huge and heavy and he's just swinging it around like a regular Player would a sword. Since it's a Mace, he gets Density as his Resonance instead of Sharpness. As an air Blade, he also gets automatic Wind Burst III.

Slime (Lightning, tank) – also a sword. He gets Sweeping Edge, in honor of the QSMP egg lore. I'm sorry that there's not more details, but neither he nor Las Nevadas arc!Quackity seem to have specific, notable weapons. Even the stuff in Pandora's Vault was Q borrowing the Warden's set.

Callahan (Water, tank) – a trident, to take advantage of his nature as a water Blade. He has Impaling for Resonance (please note that when you are fighting a water blade, you/the opponent is always going to be wet). Also, Riptide. No Loyalty though, because that's a bit pointless when the Blade can just dismiss the Soul Weapon and re-summon it in their hand.

#dsmp #dsmp au #c!dream #c!techno #c!philza #c!punz #c!Callahan #c!skeppy #c!slimecicle #DSMP Blade System AU

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 2 years ago

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guess who was late to the dsmp stage play convo

Honestly the stage play visions are so wild! It can be so beautiful either big budget or low budget in props, costume, and VFX. These are what I could come up with so far.

Michaelmcchill is in the orchestra pit. He's one of the few people who can interact with both the audience and the players, with the restriction being that he rarely gets the chance to do the interacting at all. When he does, it's worth it though. He adds and comments but nothing more, too afraid to genuinely change the course, at least alone anyway. Think Starkid's use of Clark Baxtresser in a few of their musicals (like, Firebringer, Ani, or TTO)

Purpled is decked out in light-up sketchers, hoodie or tux on. He has a lot of glow-in-the-dark shit going on in the costume that the stage has to dim a little whenever he enters the forefront. He has glow-in-the-dark face paint on too, with a plastic but flashy light saber toy. His lighting style is all neons and techy shit, which distinguishes him from all the other glowy people that read as more ethereal and supernatural. Instead of spitting up ketchup during his death scene, it's neon purple paint.

Callahan is a stagehand who doesn't stay backstage but just sits with the audience. He hands out free shit if asked politely. He is called onstage to the crowds delight during his times of spotlight.

Egg lore staged would have to match the energy of a Hatchetfield musical. Yes, the Egg is a fucking cardboard cut out but the lighting and the prerecorded voices from the speakers make it nonetheless sinister. The Eggheads wear glowing red eye contacts, as well as a bit of face paint beside the costume changes. That one Egg stream where Bad reveals his state to chat is him monologuing to the audience, dramatically ripping away his cloak to reveal the bleached one, cackling evilly before the lights dim.

Slimecicle's skin is body painted green. He comically throws goops of green DIY slimes everytime he enters, moves around, and exits the stage. Some of them have toy bones in there and some lucky audience members can get and keep them. He still acts his heart out like in canon.

Everyone gets a burger served to them during the burger arc! Some chairs have Tubburger, some are Wilburger. There is one McPuffy's burger.

Foam M!necraft weapons for everybody except the plot relevant props, which are more realistic-looking objects. Like, the Axe of Peace vs a player's prop axe.

Technoblade is dressed like this. Just add king garb.

All the horses are those horse-head-on-a-stick props. They are colored according to the in-game horse with their name taped onto their faces. When a horse is ridden, they will be ridden right.

Weednip is those edible seaweed sheets. Antfrost, fursuit on, would have a lighter in his pocket and smoke the rolled-up sheets in the bg of a scene where he was canonically present at.

Chat as audience can speak throughout the show, though are only acknowledged when acknowledged in the canon. Otherwise, sometimes the yelling takes on the energy of Rocky Horror callouts. The latter is most evident whenever Techno is onstage.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp au #dsmpblr #dsmp stage play #dream smp stage play

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rapid-looser · 2 years ago

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Leverage.

C!technoblade x gn!reader

a/n: this is inspired by the song 'Woe To The People Of Order', Cami-Cat's cover. Requests are still open, I'm just lacking motivation right now.

Can be read as Romantic or Platonic

Pronouns: They/Them

Request: Yes/No

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Technoblade found it odd when you weren't in your house, which was located about 500 blocks from his. You had promised him you'd help him with planting a new bunch of potatoes in his third garden. So he searched in your armour room, which you would be sometimes, usually making new armour just incase a war broke out. You were quite advanced in armoury, as you had been taught at a young age. That was one of the main reasons you were sought out to join the syndicate. Not only that, but your neutral opinion on governments. As long as you were left in peace, you wouldn't take down a government, but if said government disturbed your peaceful life, you'd help in some way to bring it down. At first, Technoblade wouldn't talk to you unless it involved anything about armour or tools. But over time, he slowly started trusting you and taking to you more, as well as asking you to help him with his garden. After about 7 months, he considered you a friend. He couldn't find you anywhere in your house, but as he went into your kitchen, he found a note on your table. "If your trying to find [name], their with me. And unless you come to Las Nevadas for a rematch, they'll loose all their canon lives. Make your choice Technoblade, because i won't wait forever. -Quackity".

As he neared the end of the note, the voices began demanding Quackity's head, While some of the other voices were worried for your well-being. As he finished reading the note, more of the voices started demanding Quackity's head. The louder the voices grew, the harder he found it to control his anger. Yes he retired, but quackity had taking someone that he shown compassion to. He placed the note down and started making his way back to his house. Once he arrived, he opened his ender chest, and equipped his axe, grabbed a few potions of healing and regeneration and put on his armour. His door opened, and Phil stepped in. "Mate, where are you going?" He said as he neared his old friend, Technoblade. "Quackity wanted a rematch, and instead of asking straight up, he took [name], as leverage, I'm assuming." He replied, as he got up and walked towards the coat rack, where his coat and his mask were. "Mate, are you sure it isn't a trap? You settled your score with him last time. And he wouldn't risk loosing another life, would he?" Phil mumbled, more to himself then technoblade. "It doesn't matter if it's a trap or not Phil, he knows what leverage does to people, and he'd be the only one in the server that would ask for a rematch. If worse comes to worse, I'll ask you to come and help me." He spoke, after a few seconds. And with that, he got on Carl before Phil could reply to him, and rode towards the coordinates which was on the note.

Once he neared the coordinates, he stopped, and tied Carl up to a tree, out of site. He got his axe out, and walked the rest of the way to the coordinates. Once he arrived, he saw quackity with full netherite armour on, and you, with lava below you. "Let's just get to the point. If you drop all your armour, and weapons, I'll let [name] go, and they won't get harmed. If you don't, they get dropped into the lava below them." He said, once he saw technoblade. "After that, you'll return to the prison, and I'll let [name] leave entirely. Do not try any funny business, because I've got Sam waiting 700 blocks away, and he's got full netherite armour as well." He continued, not waiting for technoblade to reply to his last statement. "So you ask for a rematch, then you threaten to harm someone who has nothing to do with this? That's kinda lame don't you think?" He replied, sarcastically. A few seconds pasted, before he reached for his axe and Quackity in the shoulder. "Fuck- you've fucked up Technoblade." He said, while backing up from technoblade and drinking a potion of healing. "SAM, PULL THE LEVER" He yelled, while pulling out his sword. Not long after that, the cobblestone floor beneath you started to disappear and the lava started to become obvious underneath you. "Well fuck this isn't gonna end well" you said as you went towards the edge of the floor, ignoring the fighting that was happening around you.

Just as the floor was about to entirely disappear, someone threw you a totem or undying, which you caught in a matter of seconds. "You better hope that you die a quick death quackity, because I'll personally torture you to death if your dying to me." Technoblade said as he removed his axe from Quackity's throat, which has been there a few seconds prior. "Leave me be, and leave them as well. And if i see you one more time, you'll be killed for sure." He continued speaking, as he stood up entirely and put his axe away.

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#dsmp x reader #dsmp fic #technoblade x reader #c!techo x reader #c!technoblade x reader #dsmp techno #techno x you #techno x reader

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tredderwrite · 3 years ago

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The first renegade ~ Technoblade

Word count: 2.7k

Pairing: c!Technoblade / reader (2nd pov)

Warnings: none? Maybe a little cliché warning oops.

Basically, Techno gets saved and then falls in love.

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They all raised a glass to peace, to an agreement to raise all white flags and lay down their arms, that was the deal, that is how it was supposed to go. The toast that officiated this ideal scenario cut short by the sound of the prison alarm, and then fireworks.

The perfect night for a jailbreak, or so he thought.

Technoblade, the most capable man you’ll ever know, was now surrounded, karma for the times he had cornered many.

Every person responsible or not had their weapons drawn in one direction, every crossbow, every sword and axe was raised over his head, waiting for the perfect moment to rain on him, as if to make up for the times he had wounded them.

He knew there was no way out, wide eyes darted across any possible escape route, but he was trapped, every corner closing in on his peripheral.

His heart dropped, the silence was thick and the tension was sharp enough to cut through it. There was no movement made, everybody stood frozen in a moment of shock, it was like the world has stopped to give him time, yet he felt the clock was ticking. He spent those 15 seconds calm, he knew his ways would get him killed eventually, he just didn’t expect it so soon; without any sharp movements, he was ready to try and negotiate his living rights. He opened his mouth to speak, to try and reason with them all, but the primal fear of any noise setting them off had him stuck like a deer in headlights.

You were just out of the portal when the fireworks had started, growing suspicion as to what was happening so late in the night. Alongside the alarms, it wasn't sounding good, almost tempted to turn around and make your way back home; you were in your best armor, ready to crash the peace conference that was happening, equipped with an endless amount of potions, and tipped arrows, a few totems tucked in with everything, just in case you couldn’t hold up on your own.

Mounting your horse adorned with the finest diamond armor, not willing to lose your favorite pet in the process of war. You were determined to fight them all, to destroy any form of oppression, including that god-forsaken prison.

The alarms are what agitated you most, the sound pierced through your eardrums, headed straight for your temples, immediately resulting in an oncoming migraine.

You approached slowly, the slight hill allowing an almost-birdseye view of the scene unfolding before you. In the first minute you arrived, you had already experienced a deafening blast of sirens mixed with explosives, a stampede of men wildling drawing weapons while running toward the prison, and a panicked pink-haired escapee stumbling out into the mess of the world outside.

You watched as they all approached him like a predator would prey, their bodies stiff and leaning forward, ready to pounce at any moment, but they had no leader, there was nobody to jump first and for a solid 20 seconds the circle around him was slowly closing in, so slow you could barely tell they were moving, finally recognizing the man in trouble was the blood god himself, a sudden jolt in your veins when you finally realized how much trouble he was truly in.

You leaped upon the saddle, urging the large animal forward to try and divide the attention, gift him a few more seconds to an escape route. What you weren’t sure of was the method, there were countless ways to go about this, what if you used this opportunity to finally get what you were here for in the first place, he would surely join in the fun, but what if he wasn’t willing to, what if he got over the whole shedding blood charade or you could ration with them, get him an execution where you could slip a totem in his hands, but while your mind was racing your body was too as it was too late for both of those, you were accelerating down at incredible speed, leaving you to one simple idea, pierce the crowd, grab the man and run.

The dashing was just about silent, the rest of the noise had covered up any possible way of anyone finding out you were there until you were barreling through.

You were approaching rapidly, wrapping the reins around your left arm, ready to reach out and pull him up with your right.

His head whipped to the side, he had always been sensitive to sound, though quiet, the fast gallop had him alerted, and he noticed your figure sat on the horse, your arm outstretched to him.

You tore through the crowd just as you had planned, nobody had seen you coming except for him and that was exactly what you had hoped for, your current mission with a high risk was likely to bring high reward. In the few seconds that were spared in the panic, you headed straight toward him “TECHNO! JUMP!”

He heard you loud and clear, timing the perfect leap on your means of transport. He jumped behind you, tearing the shield off your back to block the projectiles coming your way as he held onto your waist firmly in an attempt to stay as hidden as possible and at the same time keep you safe. You felt the heat slowly rise up to your face, feeling flustered with the sudden contact at the worst possible time, you couldn’t help but laugh, letting your nerves settle through an outlet, the stress of the situation coming to a halt, your chest heaved triumphantly, you were proud and it showed. Your hair flowed freely, and your eyes were shut tight, the wind stung your face and dried out your lips but the burden was dissipating off your chest as you made your way to the lair you had built a long while ago.

He observed from behind you, body pressed to yours, his clothed chest was flush to the armor on your back. Your laugh rung through his ears, and he himself was carrying a soft smile, finding the pride you took in your raid wildly attractive. He shook his head, not letting this moment of relief distract him from the fact that there was now an army of men after him, maybe not on their tail, but certainly able to track him down at any cost. The moment was truly exhilarating, from the noise to the chaos it was all like a fairytale to him, he was still doubtful this was real life.

After what seemed like hours of riding away from the sunset you came to a halt, slowing your horse, finally confident nobody was right behind you, you hopped off, offering an arm to him to do the same.

He tilted his head to the side, a habit he had developed long ago to express his lack of understanding. He had no idea what you were doing, not brave enough to ask as you had just saved him from massive inconvenience. So he scoffed at you, getting off without ever giving your offer a second glance. You smiled again, he sure had some ego left in him even after all that just had happened. He looked at you, taking the lead to the horse as he was last on it, “Do you know where we’re going?” he bent his back down just slightly, hoping you didn’t pick him up just to run around, but you wouldn’t do that, you had a path to follow from the start, it was just that some plans changed along the way. “Yes, I do, come on, watch this,” you waved your hand, motioning for him to follow you, then you placed a lever on the ground, and with one pull a whole section of the floor lowered into stair-like steps down to a hole in the ground.

He walked behind you slowly, still cautious of anything that could be down there. You finally reached the room, a vast open space underneath a mountain where you had stocked up on various war equipment ready to lose multiple fights so you had multiple sets of armor, weapons, and tools.

You looked up at him briefly before walking toward an armor stand, picking up the helmet before extending the gear toward him. Picking it up off your hands he gently placed it on his head, helping himself to the rest of it while you walked toward the entrance, picking up your lever from outside and closing your den off from the rest of the world, ensuring your safety.

He was busy rummaging through the gadgets you had on display when you turned around to face him yet again, “Enjoying yourself?” you teased from the far side of the room, he turned his head toward you, eyes shifting from his busy hands to look into yours. “This is impressive,” he nodded toward your setup, “How did you do this?” You shrugged at him, it wasn’t a big task to set up a hideout, planning your time was the hardest part and yet it was the only thing that went undone that night.

You decided to tell him about your plan and how it had changed your whole night, “You know, I don’t want you to think I’m kidnapping you or something,” he only chuckled at you “And besides, nobody else was gonna do it, clearly.” “Well, I wouldn’t say that” he sat down on the floor, back rested against your bed while his eyes fixed on the cold lifeless fireplace; you sat next to him in a subconscious attempt to learn more, “What?” “Well, why d’you think I would break out of there in the first place?” “Oh.” that’s all you could really say, he had caught you by surprise, what were the odds of you having the same goals yet not sharing the experience. “You know,” he began, standing up to tend to the fire that was itching to be started in it’s brick enclosure “If I knew what you were doing, we could’ve pulled that same horse trick, just over their dead bodies.” You were stunned, intrigued at his priorities and the way he worded his intentions, but he went on. “It’s not too late now though, is it?” he shot a smile your way, only partially joking, deep down he knew he actually did like the idea.

“Not at all.” You got up off the floor, sitting on your bed, feeling the side dip down as he sat down next to you, laying his back flat against it while his legs were still in the sitting position. One of his hands was on his stomach while the other laid behind his head, he closed his eyes and for a split moment he looked the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him. You leaned back too using your palms as support as you leaned back, letting your head hang down between your shoulders, hair tickling your arms, finally feeling like there was nothing more to run from, knowing you can relax. You began to tell Techno all about your timing, and he told you about his, it was almost comical the way you two would’ve met for the second time ever in the doorway of a conference room, the first one being at the red festival, where you had made an impression on him as what he would call “The least annoying person there” ,likely because you were out of his way and did not try to stop or kill him.

The discussions got shorter as it neared afternoon, spending the whole morning talking about everything that had happened up until now. You were feeling the lack of sleep catch up to you as you laid your body down fully, only nodding and humming to anything he said with your eyes closed, he smiled at your worn out frame and got up off the bed “You can sleep while I map out a way to get back home, is that okay?” you only nodded turning around to catch up on your necessary rest.

You woke up some hours later, the sun was already beginning to set. You spotted Techno at a workbench, writing away on something, maybe drawing a map? You couldn’t really tell due to the dim lighting in the place. Attempting to join him but before you could, gravity pulled you back down, almost falling over on the table he was working; luckily he had noticed you loom over him, throwing an arm out in front of you to stop you from slamming down on his work, partially to protect you and partially to save his little project. The same feeling you had experienced when you had first picked him up on your horse with his arm around your waist was now returning, and stronger than you felt it all those hours ago. The blush creeped up on you as you looked away from him, afraid he might notice. But he did notice, and he knew there was a mutual attraction, there were no words said between you but the understanding that nobody would turn the other down was clear, that was the beauty of his company, he was so effortlessly charming and matched your personality oh so well.

Sitting down next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder, testing the waters. He welcomed your touch, only lightly tapping your head with his before continuing to work on a plan, secretly hoping you’d be willing to go back home with him. “What I’m thinking is, if we set off early tomorrow, we could make it back to the cabin by sunset, if you have any pearls even earlier.” you were lost, was he asking you to go with him? “We?” “Yeah, well, if … if you’d feel like travelling all that way of course if not I’ll be on my way-” “no no I’ll come with, you just caught me off guard that’s all” you smiled to ease the friction. He nodded, putting his quill down before he got up headed for the bed. He took off the armor you had given him placing it on it’s stand, letting his body fall flat on the bed.

“Come here, we have a long day tomorrow.” his voice echoed from all the way over there, and though you just woke up a mere hour ago you would never refuse such a proposal.

He laid down on his back, leaving a surprising amount of space left for someone of his size. You followed suit, taking off your armor too, it felt as if he had trusted you enough with his vulnerability, so you did the same for him. You sat next to him, body upright but your legs were outstretched next to his. He glanced over, a million thoughts running through his head, was this the time to make his move? After all he felt confident enough in your comfort with him.

You leaned back, and in the process of laying your head down he stretched his arm out, capturing your form against his once again. This is the first time his antics didn’t make you dizzy, too in the moment to really care as much as you had before. You turned to face him, nestling your head to his side. He let out a sigh, self-aware to the fact that he was destined to fall for you sooner or later, and you knew that too, but it wasn’t exciting, like you’ve read in countless books, seen mentioned everywhere about some kind of sparks, you felt none of that, instead, it was comfort, you found yourself feeling cozy at the thought of knowing him, all of him, and he felt the same about you.

One last “goodnight” was uttered between you both before sleep took over, escaping to a realm without the trouble of the real world.

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I feel like this needs a part 2,,, maybe. Maybe.

#technoblade #c!techno #dsmp techno #technoblade fanfic #technoblade x reader #c!techo x reader #technoblade x you #technoblade imagine #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #not proofread we die like men

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wrenqueenisboss · 3 years ago

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DSMP Angsty Imagines - React to Your Death pt. 4 --- c!Dream

Part 4 to my series of “dsmp boys react to your death”: Pronouns used: they/them (if mentioned) Warnings: cursing, fight scene (implied), description of wounds, death, grief, threatening, panic, weapons Words: 1.8+

The list: c!George c!Bench Trio c!Wilbur c!Dream - (you are currently on this post) c!Technoblade - (on hiatus)

Dream was officially the enemy of the server. He was public enemy number one. Large bounties had been placed on his head. Several manhunts had been conducted in an effort to find him. But Dream was too skilled. He could evade all of the hunting parties, all of the bounty hunters will ease. He made a game out of it, even. You specifically remember him going so far as to spend days making an elaborate trap to lead a hunting party to their doom.

The whole server believed your boyfriend to be this heartless, sadistic, monster who delights in causing harm. But he wasn’t like that. Sure, Dream loved revenge and vengeance. But so did you. I mean, if you were trained for years by the infamous Blood God himself, you were bound to like those sorts of things.

Dream did everything he could to protect you. You tried to protect him too. But at the end of the day, no matter how skilled, one person simply isn’t capable of fighting off a whole squad of soldiers and living to tell the tale. Both you and Dream learned that the hard way.

The love of your life had gone out to do a routine check, to mislead some hunting parties, and get some food for you two. It was your task to brew healing potions, prepare mobile rations, redo enchantments, sharpen weapons, and train.

You were sharpening your set of enchanted diamond daggers when a knock sounded at the door. That wasn’t strange at all. Dream always knocked. In fact, you and he had set up a specific code so that you could communicate using just knocks.

What was strange was that this knock didn’t match any of the patterns you two had set. Heart beginning to pump faster, you pocketed two daggers, slipped one into a boot, and palmed the last two. Just as you practiced, your steps were soundless as you crept to the door.

“Babe?” you called hesitantly.

But as the door was violently thrown open, you realized that the person - persons, actually - were not Dream. Not even close. Just outside your home stood a group of the people who had been hunting your boyfriend for so long. Quackity, Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, Fundy, Niki, and even your former friend. Technoblade stood proud as ever. Looking regal despite not being a king.

You assumed a fighting stance, knuckles almost white as you tightly held the handles of your prized daggers. You plastered a smirk on your face, if only to trick yourself into being confident.

You could feel the flash of determination in your e/c eyes as you spoke. “I’m not dying today. Not without one hell of a fight.”

To everyone’s surprise it was your ex-best friend who proposed a more peaceful option.

“Y/n, we don’t have to kill you. You don’t have to get hurt. Just hand Dream over to us and you can go free,” Techno said in his monotonous voice.

You scoffed. “’You can go free’ my ass,” you shot back. “I’m not a fucking coward.”

Tommy spoke next. “Dream needs to pay. Last chance to spare yourself, Y/n. Turn in your boyfriend and we’ll leave you alone.”

You just set your jaw and nodded your head, gripping your daggers a little bit tighter as Techno’s hand rested on his axe, and Quackity’s on his diamond sword. Everyone else put a hand on their weapons too.

You smirked, tilted your head to the side and challenged them. “Come at me, bitches.”

And the fighting began

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Dream was just about to head back to your guys’ home when he received a message.

Y/n whispered to you: come home now. I need help.

He never got messages like this from you. He never heard you ask for help like this. Something had to be wrong. Concern and panic taking over every fiber of his body, Dream sprinted back in the direction of home.

Chills ran down his spine at the sight of the door that had been left ajar. Never, never, did either of you leave the door open. He slowed his pace and hesitantly stepped inside.

The sight that greeted Dream made him gasp with horror. Everything had been destroyed. Glass was shattered, tables upturned and splintered, chairs in pieces, paintings ripped off the walls.... It was all a mess. And there was blood. Everywhere. On every surface. Clearly, a brutal fight had taken place. And you had been in the middle of it.

He took another step inside, wincing at the sound of crunching glass when the sound of a pained groan made his breath catch. Turning to where the sound came from he called out. “Y/n? Babe? Are you there?”

He heard a soft crash, another groan, and then finally, your voice. “I’m- I’m here.”

His heart broke at the pain in your voice. He tried to go as fast as he could, but with the disrupted furniture, broken glass, and not-yet-dry blood everywhere, he was slowed down significantly.

“I’m here, Dream.”

And there you were, sitting on the ground slumped against a wall. The sight of your beautiful face filled him with immeasurable relief but that was quickly squashed when he saw the state you were in.

Your clothes were ripped. Every visible part of your skin had bruises and deep cuts that were still gushing blood. One of your cheekbones was so badly bruised it was as purple as the violet flowers that had once sat in a vase on your table. But worst of all, was the wound in your side. It was ghastly. Dream didn’t need his years of experience to know that you had been stabbed with a sword.

He dropped to his knees at your side, almost gagging at how he could feel the puddle of your blood soaking through the knees of his pants. With violently shaking hands, Dream lifted the hem of your shirt to get a proper look at your wound. He sucked in a breath through his teeth at the sight of it.

You let out a laugh too weak for your boyfriend’s liking. “Dream, I’m not dumb. I know it’s bad.”

He fumbled with the buckle on his mask. The server’s most wanted threw the iconic white mask to the side. The one with the eerily smile black smile drawn on. He ripped off a section of his shirt, pressing it to your wound in an effort to stop the bleeding.

Tears pricked the corners of his eyes and he let them fall; let them flow like rivers. Dream’s worst nightmare was coming true. You were dying, being taken away from him. He was going to lose you.

No! he thought forcefully. I am not going to lose them!

He brushed a stray strand of hair away from your forehead, movements rushed with panic. He tried to rub away some of the dried blood and grime, but it wouldn’t come off.

Still applying pressure to the stab wound in your stomach, Dream tried to distract himself. “What happened?” he breathed. “Who did this to you?”

Your eyes closed for several heartbeats in a blink too slow for normal standards. The blood loss was really starting to get to you. “It was Quackity, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, and Niki. Techno too.”

Dream swore colorfully under his breath. You coughed, body jerking with each cough. You hissed in pain as you tried to readjust yourself on the wall.

“I’m so tired,” you mumbled as your eyes started to close. You shivered. “And it’s so cold.”

Your boyfriend shook his head emphatically. “No, darling. You need to keep your beautiful eyes open, okay. Just keep them open while I go get one of the healing potions you so helpfully brewed for us.” He moved to get up, but your hand on his knee cap made him freeze and return to your side.

“Stay, please? I don’t have much time left.” You hated saying it. Absolutely hated it, but deep down, you both knew it was true.

“I- you- Y/n! Don’t talk like that. I’m gonna help you. You’re gonna recover. We’re gonna be fine.”

You squeezed his knee as much as you could with your waning strength. “Don’t-” you were cut off by another painful bout of coughing. This time, much to Dream’s horror, you coughed up blood. Small scarlet droplets on your sleeve glistened. “Don’t try and fool yourself, my love. We both know I don’t have much time left. Please, listen to me.”

Dream swallowed down the painful knot of emotion bubbling in his throat. “Okay, baby.” His voice was soft, showing just how scared he was. “I’m listening.”

You held out one of your prized daggers. Your lover didn’t even notice you’d been clutching it in your fist in the first place. You placed it in his hands and folded his fingers over the intricate handle. The one with the silver grip and emeralds set in.

“Take it,” you mustered weakly. With every time you spoke, your voice got weaker. You needed to maximize your words. “It’s yours now.” He pocketed the dagger without protest.

Dream let himself sob now. A tear from his face fell onto your blood-stained shirt. He held your hand, tracing your fingers. He wanted to memorize as much of you as he could. Remember everything before you were gone.

“I love you so much,” you began, tears beginning to sparkle in the corners of your own eyes. “I always have and I always will. I may not be physically with you, Dream, but you always have me in your memories. Never forget me, but be happy.”

“Y/n, I-”

Your eyes took on a pleading look. “Please, babe. Just be happy. That’s my dying wish. Just be happy.”

You reached up a weak hand to wipe a tear from the love of your life’s cheek. He closed his eyes as your soft thumb brushed over his cheekbone. You started to guide his face close to yours. Understanding, Dream leaned close. You kissed him and he kissed you back.

Memories of all the kisses you had shared came flooding back. Under the night sky, with the sunset in the background, gentle kisses, passionate kisses rough with desire, tender ‘good morning’ pecks, and a lingering ‘good night’ brush of your lips. This kiss was different, though. Still filled with love, it was plagued with anguish. Weighed down with grief and with mourning for what could’ve been.

Even after you broke the kiss, Dream kept his head close to yours. Still holding your hand, he rested his forehead against yours. He stayed there even as your breaths grew shallow and uneven. He stayed there even when you spoke your final words.

“Be happy, my love.”

And you went still. Your heart stopped, your chest stopped rising and falling with your breaths, and your hand went slack in his.

Dream pulled away to look at you. You looked so peaceful. If it weren’t for your injuries, he could've tricked himself into thinking you were asleep. And maybe you were. But this was a different kind of sleep. A forever sleep that you would never wake up from, could never be woken from.

Dream placed a feather-light kiss to your forehead before standing up silently.

Y/n succumbed to their injuries.

It was your last life.

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call-me-apple · 3 years ago

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I've seen c!Technoblade apologists express how it is largely c!Technoblade's failure to present anarchy to Tommy in a way that HE would understand that caused them to fall out.

But once you look at all the clips of Technoblade explaining his goals to Tommy, explaining his reasons for going against L'Manburg, you realize that the real issue is that Tommy never even listened to him… at all.

It's like the moment he hears something that goes against his preconceived notions, his hearing turns off and he refuses to even acknowledge it.

Technoblade explains his hatred of L'Manburg again and again, says: they executed me, they exiled you, they hurt Phil. This country is not good for you, or for anyone, Tommy, and I want you to understand that and join me.

And what does Tommy say in the Community House, after all that?

You're not going to side with Dream to take down L'Manburg are you?

He makes it about Dream even though at that point Technoblade has made his desire to destroy L'Manburg, as well as his reasons for it, very clear.

And when Technoblade explains that he's been pretty transparent with his goals, and this shouldn't be that surprising to Tommy, what does Tommy do?

He yells "why", he yells "no", he hits Techno with the Axe of Peace and tells him to die, he throws what is pretty much a temper tantrum because Tommy just can't comprehend someone disagreeing with him and can't accept his powerful ally suddenly going against him due to him having independent thought and his own beliefs.

And months later, when Quackity tells Tommy about the Butcher Army, he asks:

You went to kill Techno? You can't- Wait- Wait- Where was I during this?

And that's when you realize that for two weeks of his stay with Technoblade, Tommy has not listened to him even for a second, did not try and understand Techno's side of the story if he can't remember the turning point of Techno's life. Tommy was only using him for protection and for his own goals and was never going to uphold his side of the partnership because he refused to acknowledge the other side even exists.

Technoblade wasn't at all wrong when he said Tommy only ever saw him as a weapon.

And that aspect of Tommy's character is probably one that frustrates me the most. The only opinions that matter to him are his own.

#dream smp meta #c!technoblade #technoblade #c!tommy critical #c!tommy negative

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elysianightsss · 4 years ago

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Techno when his S/O gives birth? You can choose the gender or they can be gender neutral. And he almost misses it but gets home at the right time?

Technoblade x pregnant reader - set some time in the future

Dreamsmp reality

Warnings - language

“Techno!” He turned to see Ranboo running towards him.

“What’s the status?” Techno asked turning back to where he watched the war from his shield. Techno had fought with all his might, used most of his potions and damaged his weapons.

“Techno, it’s Phil. He’s with Y/N, she went into labour.” Ranboo yelled over the fighting.

“Here!” Techno passed his sword to Ranboo and his last few potions before getting up from his position without his shield and charging faster faster faster, knocking down a few enemy’s with his trusty axe of peace. He made his way to the prime path near where the community house used to stand. He leaped onto Carl, cutting the rope that tied him up.

“Go boy. Yah!” He snapped the reigns down and made his was to you. The whole time he was worried, heart beating out of his chest.

You had told him that it was okay to fight, you would be fine. You didn’t predict that you would go into labour while he was on the battlefield.

Phil was about to head off and join the group when he heard you scream, running inside your house and up the stairs to see you on the bed going through another contraction.

“Y/N! Omg, Ranboo!” He yelled for the half enderman.

“What’s going on?” He teleported inside, finding Phil holding your hand while you gritted your teeth.

“Techno!” You cried out, not only had you been in labour but you’d been alone for the first few hours of it.

“Get Technoblade.” Phil stated and Ranboo nodded popping out of the room.

“Breath Y/N, breath with me sweetheart.” Phil spoke gently to you.

About forty five minutes later Techno burst through the door, and ran upstairs towards the sound of screaming.

“Where the fuck have you been!” You yelled grabbing the chest of his shirt. He looked over your form with sympathy, you dripped with sweat, your eyes streaming with tears. You knew where he was and you weren’t mad about it, but in that moment you wanted to punch him for absolutely no reason.

“I’m so sorry honey. So sorry I—“ you screamed as another contraction hit you.

He let you grab onto his hand and squeeze with everything you had. The pain was increasing momentarily. There had been an issue due to the baby being half piglin, your human body was not cut out to give birth to one so it was taking more of a toll than a normal birth.

Phil informed him of this and Techno’s heart clenched with sadness and worry. His eyes flickered to your tired and panting body. You closed your eyes thanking whoever was listening that the contraction was over, dreading the quick approach of the next one.

“My strong girl.” He kissed your forehead, you turned to him with exhausted eyes.

“You’re here.” You muttered a bit delirious.

“Yes, and I’m never leaving again. I promise.” He knelt next to the bed just as you began to feel the contraction again.

“The babys coming. Okay Y/N you need to push now!” Philza encouraged, and you complied. Minutes of pushing, screaming and the noise of a crying baby sounded in the room.

“It’s a girl.” Phil smiled, he moved away for a second to clean the baby up before wrapping her in a blanket. He gave the small creature to you. You stared down at her with nothing but love.

“She’s so tiny.” You giggled.

“She’s perfect.” Techno grinned looking upon his daughter and wife with proud eyes.

#dreamsmp members #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp #techno x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamsmp #techno fluff #technoblade fluff #technoblade x reader #mcyt fluff #mcyt imagine #dreamsmp fluff #ranboo fluff #philza

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ax3-of-p3ac3 · 4 months ago

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pfp by me ( @darlingbeehive )

warrior, retired, died, warrior, retired, horrified,

blog is run by one person, many name and pronoun haver, so go ham unless told it's bad!

this blog ends up taking place across multiple smps such as the DreamSMP, earthsmp, and other stray clips and videos from non-SMP themed streams. this interpretation of the blade is based off of many headcanons with fae coded interpretations of c!technoblade,, alongside that this timeline will primarily takes place in the Arctic lands, better known as the tundra biome of Technoblade's home ground, relating to his cabin, animals, the shack in the back, and massive woods surrounding.

Pie had made old man mcgee Techno Blade a tumblr blog so he could "assist" her in "watching over"(stalking) her new old man's ordeals on the site.

Horrible news for her is he's also seeing this shit go down and is horrified by what it entails.

technoblade goes by multiple pronouns and terms and is genderfluid in presentation however he is likely to be afab presenting with male terms and he/him most of the time! with only those close allowed to use feminine terms and she/her pronouns!

the owner of the blog tends to favor some character interactions, and does sometimes ship c!emerald duo and c!preyduo in a romantic / otherwise not strictly platonic light, though it is unlikely to appear here as this techno doesn't have those relationships (yet) :}

cc!wilbur soot supporters dni!!! also basic no map/nomap no zoo no terf, trans able/race/age and similar basic dni criteria applied

tws/cws for some posts on this blog due to the nature of who this blog is based on:

mentions of violence(in general), hearing voices, blood, gore, arguing, yelling, fighting, scars, disfigurement, pet names/nicknames being used on others, murder, attempted murder, grieving, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mental illnesses, violence towards one’s self and others, and more. please proceed cautiously.

if any of these topics are triggering, please don't read further into the blog, seek help and support if you can,

this blog is tied to:

@psychological-break , the cquackity to this.

@pitiful-revival , the cwilbur to this.

@enchant-me , the cslimecicle to this.

#weapon || looting three || pinned #weapon || axe of peace || Technoblade #weapon || silk touch || thread ending

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the-whatcherof-89 · 2 years ago

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Technoblade

CR 22 LN Humanoid (Orc, Human)

XP 614,400 (if used as npc for encounter) Advanced Half orc Bloodrager 20 (Destined bloodline) LN (with chaotic tendencies) Medium humaniod (half orc) Init +11; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +38(passive) AC 45, touch 22, flat-footed 38 (+7 Dex, +5 deflection, +6 natural, +13 armor, +4 shield spell) hp 220 (20d10+120) Fort +25, Ref +21, Will +19

Speed 40 ft. Melee Orphan obliterator+36/31/26/21 1d8+16+2d6 anarchic +1d6 fire, Axe of peace+37/32/27/22 1d12+17 Ranged Pig launcher+29 1d10+3 (plus explosive bolts), Spells. Racial Shaman’s apprentice, Darkvision 60ft, Orc blood, Human raised.

Class features Mighty blood rage (+6 Str Con +3 Will saves) 47 rounds, Blood sanctuary, Bloodcasting, Eschew materials, Improved uncanny dodge, Tireless bloodrage, Indomitable will, Damage reduction 5/-, Fast movement, +20 extra blood rage rounds, Destined strike (+10 5/day), Fated bloodrage+5, Certain strike, Defy death, Unstoppable, Victory or death.

Bloodline powers Bonus feats (Leadership, Diehard, Improved initiative, Intimidating prowess, Lighting reflexes) Bonus spells: Shield, Blur, Protection from energy, Freedom of Movement.

Spellcasting CL 20th, concentration +27 DC17

4th (4/day)-fire shield, stone skin, wreath of blades, monstrous physique II, earth glide.

3rd (5/day)-haste, water breathing, fly, greater magic weapon, versatile weapons, wind wall, protection from energy.

2nd (6/day)-see invisibility, glitterdust, blindness/deafness, protection from arrows, spider climb, blood armor.

1st (6/day)-mage armor, mount, blurred movement, feather fall, true strike, Shield.

Str 34, Dex 24, Con 24, Int 22, Wis 20, Cha 24 Base Atk +20; CMB +29; CMD 44 Feats Ragecasting, Arcane strike, Blooded arcane strike, Raging vitality, Extend spell, Brew potions, Power attack, Improved sunder, Strong personality, Craft magic armor and weapons.

Skills Acrobatics +30, Climb +35, Craft(weapons) +29, Escape artist +27, Handle animal +20, Intimidate +30, Knowledge (arcana, the planes) +29, Perception +28, Spellcraft +29, Survival +28, Swim +35, Use magic device +20

Languages Common, Orc, Draconic, Giant.

Combat gear Orphan obliterator (+4 adamantine flaming anarchic longsword ), Pig launcher (+2 heavy crossbow of speed), 20+1 Arrows of flaming explosion, Axe of peace (+5 adamantine defensive greataxe combined with shatterspike powers), 4 Mithral daggers (for wreath of blades), Mithral full plate+5 of speed, Ring of protection+5, Amulet of natural armor+4, Ring of mind shielding, Cloak of resistance+4, Luckstone, Belt of physical perfection+6, Headband of mental superiority+4 (knowledge the planes), Daredevil boots, 2 Doses of granite and diamond dust (for stoneskin), Tome of leadership and influence+5 (used), Manual of gainful exercise+3 (used), 2 Potions of cure critical wounds, Finely decorated leather pig mask worth 300gp, Royal outfit, Bloodrager kit, Commemoratory hoe with golden decorations and the inscription”Potato king” (functions as a MWK earth breaker), 69gp.

Challenge rating modifiers +3 (advanced template, 32 Point buy, PC equipment).

Background: Technoblade, the myth, the legend. The blood god, the lord of battle, destroyer of governments, the potato king, hottest elbow holder, drop-kicker of orphans, de facto leader of the syndicate, the nightmare of L’Manberg, master of the trade... the blade. Techno is a man with many faces and holds cunning, power, riches and a charismatic personality; a combination of gifts and skills that makes him the strongest of allies and the most terrifying of opponents. He has fought many, won a lot and lost other things. He grieves the loss of his friend Ranboo and it is certain that if left unchecked he might perform drastic actions to bring him back. The mighty one had his fair share of weird situations, nonetheless, Techno took the road to find a way to resurrect his companion. While in the snowy lands meditating on the future a voice echoed in the distance with a simple promise: “Complete my challenge and i will bestow you a wish. A wish bound only by your imagination.” His thoughts running toward his deceased friend, Techno walked in the snowy winds and reached a strange unknown land completely different from the one he knew and found himself transfigured along with his equipment. “Come find me, i will be waiting for your arrival, strong one.” Echoed the voice. Techno uttered but a single sentence: “Did.. did i just got scammed? EH?”

NOTE: the image does NOT belong to me it was downloaded from this artist profile i own nothing and it is used ONLY for entertaining purposes.

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So i did it. It was an interesting process of creation. I dedicate this character sheet in honor of the one i admire and had the hottest elbows I have ever heard on youtube(also the weirdest flex). I will produce his version in other formats (D&D surely). But first i would like to express my intention: I would like to do the same for all the other members of the Dream SMP. Feel free to comment and suggest the next character, and if you liked it... share this to your friends. And of course, feel free to use this “attempt to recreate greatness” for a campaign if you like. Also, if you see some mistakes or something missing, let me know. Also also and ALSO: i am still repeating myself but the image used above is not mine. It was made by an amazing artist on Twitter(check the link). I am not that good at drawing but if i had left this “memorial” empty it would have left a sour taste in my mouth. I hope i do not get in trouble for this and that you appreciate my desire to honor a magnificent character.

Godspeed to you all.

#technoblade #minecraft #dream smp #pathifinder #roleplay #twitter #hypixel bedwars #hypixel #hypixel skyblock #potato war #youtuber

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aressss1 · 3 years ago

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Home

(Technoblade x Reader)

Read me on AO3!

You are on a journey. But what if your journey goes differently from what you planned? You wanted loot but you found yourself a mate for life... Oops.

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Sweat dripped down your face, as you trudged through the nether. How any living being could live here was beyond you. Your boots tore through the netherack, as you traveled. The heat was becoming unbearable, and the water in your canteen dried up as soon as you entered this place. As much as you hated the nether… It was a necessity to travel through, to get to the ever-elusive woodland mansion.

You had only ever heard of the mansion, through random whispers, so you decided to buy a map from one of the villagers. Though… Traveling through the nether was difficult for you, and you were starting to run out of obsidian. Making portals to the overworld, only to find that you weren’t even close to your destination.

Sighing, you place down your nether portal, lighting it. You took a peek at the hellish scenery behind you, and you step through, vowing that the first water source you saw would be dry after you got a hold on it. When you opened your eyes, you felt relief at the cool breeze on your skin. You stepped out of the portal, your eyes landing on a lake just a few feet ahead of you. Needless to say, you drank as much water as you could without getting sick, before you went on your merry way through the birch forest you found yourself in. You walked hours, not really wanting to go back into the nether but at this point… The map in your hand still didn’t make sense to you. You followed that magic icon on your map, but it never seemed to budge.

Sighing, you take out your obsidian once more, recreating the portal and lighting it. When you stepped into the portal you walked into the blue forest on the other side. You cursed at your surroundings, while the forests were very pretty… They just slowed you down with how dense some of them were. Enemies could use it to their advantage too. You tightened your bag around your shoulder and walked forward, boots digging into the warped nylium.

You were cautious, hand twitching for your bow and arrow, at any and all sounds around you. Cutting the warped wart in your path you found yourself in a small clearing. It made you hesitate, but you didn’t see anything to be worried about, so your shrugged and kept moving. Making your way to the other side of the clearing you pulled your sword out to cut at the wart in your path. Well… You didn’t get far. The sound of a crossbow string being pulled back, hit your ears and you whirled around.

Another… Human…? No… Not a human. But something in between that of a piglin and a human. Tangled long pink hair spilled down his shoulders, a golden crown adorned the top of his head. A tattered red piece of fabric pooled to the ground. He wore the garb of a piglin brute, and you could see the golden axe hang at his back. His golden eyes pierced through you, daring you to make any type of movement. You didn’t hesitate, you pulled your bow forth notching your arrow, and pulling back the string.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. The two of you stared each other down, through your weapons. Hearts pounding, you felt your shoulders rise and fall, your hand shook where he was calm. He finally spoke, and you didn’t understand him.

Unbeknownst to you, the thing that caught his eye… Was the golden ring on your index finger, glinting at him. ‘Friend?’ He thought lowering his crossbow, you didn’t do the same. He could see you were scared, and he approached you slowly. Even if you yelled things at him that he couldn’t understand. He didn’t care, a measly arrow wouldn’t hurt him, not after all the fights with the other brutes he’d had to become their ruler. Hell, he didn’t even think you could hit him with how bad you were shaking.

He reached out, pushing your bow down, as a way to show he was peaceful. You backed up into one of the trees, as your bow and arrow slipped from your hands. He knew you weren’t of his kind. But to submit so freely? He felt pity for you. You tried pushing away from him when he got too close, but he caught your hand with the ring on it. He fiddled with the tiny ring, almost enthralled with it. You felt his calloused hand cover yours and you could feel the heat rise up to your cheeks.

“D-do you want it?” You said it to get him away from you, to appease him. “You can have i-it.” You grabbed the ring off your finger and held it out for him. “Here…” He looked back and forth between you and the ring, before he spoke again… He sounded as if he said, ‘For me?’, which caused you to nod your head at him…

“Mate…” It was really unfortunate that you couldn’t understand netherspeak… Because as soon as he fit the tiny ring on his pinky finger… It was sealed. The two of you were bound together forever… at least in the piglin world, and piglin’s never left their other half. After he was done studying the ring on his pinky, he got down on one knee, grabbing your hand pressing his lips to the back of your hand. You let out a squeak turning a shade darker before you bowed your head saying your goodbyes to him.

What you didn’t think would happen was… that he would start following you… Wherever you went… You let out a sigh for the umpteenth time. He followed you like a puppy, but you couldn’t keep him. You had no idea what he said to you, he kept calling you something, it was a word you couldn’t pronounce yourself. To him you were his mate, and he would follow you anywhere.

You found yourself panting before too long, the heat was starting to get to you again. You had to sit for a minute, and he sat with you, watching you pant, and rub the sweat from your face. You tried to fan yourself as your eyes finally settled on him. He seemed concerned for you, speaking his own language. Calling you his wife once more.

“Why do you keep calling me that? What does it mean?” You said it more to yourself than to him, you sighed, “You can call me by my name…” You went through the motions with him teaching your name. He seemed to catch on quickly. He tried doing the same with you.

“Technoblade?” You knew you were butchering it, but that’s what his name sounded like in Netherspeak to you. You just couldn’t get his name right. You opted to just keep calling him Techno. He seemed to have an easier time understanding you, learning from you. You pulled out a book from your bag, teaching him how to read your language, it was an old mythology book you had looted from a mineshaft a while back. It was a good thing to have if you were bored. You watched in awe as he seemed to grasp everything you were teaching him. He turned to a random page in the book.

“”Persephone has eaten the fruit of the Underworld,” Hades said coolly, “she must return and rule it with me.”” You marveled at him, while he made some mistakes, that you helped him with, in reading, he really was a natural. When he didn’t know a word he asked you, to help, and he would relish in how close you got to him when you needed to lean over and read the word in the book.

“Here Techno, you can keep this.” You said it slowly, “You can remember me every time you read from it.” He held the book close to his heart.

“…” He watched you get up and dust yourself off. You waved your hand at him, and that caused him to get up himself, and follow you. You put your hand on his chest.

“You have to stay Techno…” You tried reassuring him, he grabbed your hand at his chest his grip tightening on you. “I have to keep going.”

“Stay.” His deep voice rumbled out, and his eyes pleaded with you. You weren’t sure you liked hearing him reply back in your own language… It made things harder now.

“I can’t…” You whispered pulling your hand from his. You couldn’t bear this anymore. You made another portal on the spot; your lack of obsidian be damned, and you lit the portal. Techno growled throwing himself in between you and the portal, his golden axe at the ready. Was he… Protecting you from the portal? A few awkward seconds passed, and nothing happened, and you walked around him putting a hand on the portal. “Techno… This is my way home.”

“Home?” You nodded explaining it to him. It took a few tries until he got it. “Home.” His hand landed on your shoulder. You shook your head, still not getting the fact that he had claimed you as his mate.

“Your home is here Techno. I am not your home.” You stepped into the portal, and you gave him a pitiful look as he reached toward you. Hoping he wouldn’t follow, you disappeared through the portal in front of him. He panicked looking everywhere for you. His mate had suddenly vanished, and he hesitantly touched the purple substance in the portal, his hand going through. He stepped forward as you had. It was a rush, emotions hitting him all at once he fell into the overworld, his arms hitting the ground. Nausea hit him all at once, and he looked around at the foreign world before him, the world spun around him.

“Oh gods… Techno.” He felt relief at your voice. You worried for him, usually when piglins left the nether, they zombified… You put your hand on his back, as you kneeled next to him. You didn’t want him to turn in to a zombie…

Techno was fighting to keep consciousness; bile rose to the back of his throat and his mind started filling with voices. They were so loud… Why were they so loud? They spoke to him in netherspeak. Were these the voices of piglins who had already met their fate? Did you hear these voices too? His body burned in the sunlight, not to an extreme extent but it felt hotter than all those years in the nether. He could pick your voice out through the voices filling up his mind. His head hurt and he finally collapsed on the ground. You really didn’t know what to do. He reached for you.

“Mate…” He weakly sputtered out reaching for your hand. You stood from him, as he passed out, disbelief lining your features. What did he say to you? You stepped away from him, turning from him. You didn’t make it five steps before you stopped to look back at him… You couldn’t just leave him there… You didn’t have the heart to.

So… You pulled him to a shady area, and you watched over him. Relief flooded over you as you felt his pulse. He was well past the time of becoming zombified, at least for a normal piglin, could hybrids zombify? You had no idea. You just sat with him for hours, until he woke up.

When his eyes cracked open you gave out a sigh of relief. He pulled you to him wrapping you in his arms as he warily looked around the two of you. It had gotten dark, so you set up camp for the night, building a fire for the both of you. You were in the middle of cooking baked potatoes for the two of you.

“Home?” He asked, his chin resting on your head. You hesitated… Remembering how he had called you home earlier. Now you knew what he meant.

“Not exactly.” You pushed yourself off of him, your eyes looking anywhere but him. “I’m far away from my home.” He seemed to process your words… He could understand you better, but only because a voice in the back of his mind translated your words to him…

He just sat and watched you for a while, as you poked at the potatoes on the fire. He was curious, the food smelled delicious to him. It was then when you held out a potato for him to take, did he get to taste the cooked vegetable, let’s just say… He loved it. The expression on his face made you chuckle, and you offered yours up to him, after you put more potatoes on the fire. He wasn’t done with his own potato.

“Take mine.” You offered to him. “I’ve got more coming.”

“Eat.” His voice got serious. “Mate, eats first.”

“Techno…” You sigh, “Why are you calling me your mate?” You looked in his golden eyes that softened every time they looked at you.

“Gold,” He held his pinky finger up in the air showing the ring you had given to him. “Rit-ual,” He looked as if he was listening to someone, and they were telling him what to say. You were stunned at his words… Because you gave him gold… You were now his mate… The thought made your head spin.

“Okay…” You didn’t know what to do at this point. Maybe you should have just left him? Maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. “If I hadn’t given you that ring, would you have killed me?” He looked away in thought.

“Yes.” The thought of it made your heart sink. “I will pr-otect you always.” You couldn’t help the flutter in your chest… He had already gone this far for you… Leaving the nether was a huge risk and he was lucky he was hybrid, or he would have been a zombie.

“What happens when a piglin loses their mate?” You asked. “Like if they die?” It took Techno a second to respond.

“We join them.” He said it so casually, you bit your lip. “Nothing will happen.” His words brought a smile to your face.

“Technoblade never dies eh?” You joked with him, and he nods.

“Technoblade never dies.” He loved your name for him, and he would cherish it forever.

Technoblade didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He wanted so badly to give you the affection you deserved, but you shut him down almost immediately. He gave you the things you wanted, pretty ‘flowers’ as you called them. He made sure you were taken care of. He studied your reactions, and while you were resistant to his affections… He knew that he had an affect on you. He could read it on your face, or even smell when he aroused you. But you were still resisting him. He hated it.

He continued trying to please you, and you were too wrapped up in the mansion to notice. It wasn’t like you ignored him, quite the opposite really… You just didn’t want to reciprocate feelings, at least not yet. But you loved teaching him what things were, teaching him how to speak properly. He listened to every word you taught him. You loved brushing through his pink tresses as well.

The voices were immensely helpful at times, even if they were annoying. Telling him what to say and reminding him what things were when he couldn’t remember. But… They started calling for blood. They were aggressive… And he took his aggressions out when he hunted for meat, which helped, but his bloodlust always came back. He feared they would turn on you next.

He followed you blindly, days turned into weeks and the end of your journey came. The two of you stood in front of the mansion. After all that time… You were now standing in front of the mansion. You were going to burn it to the ground after you were done. The two of you went through that mansion, killing enemies left and right. Well… Mostly Technoblade. You sat there on the top floor of the mansion as you watched him go ham.

He was the most graceful fighter you had ever seen. He had grown on you, and you found yourself thinking about him more and more. You wanted to be with him, and in that moment, everything clicked for you. Taking down that mansion went quickly. You had gotten a few totems and you realized that… You didn’t even want the loot anymore. You wanted Techno. When the two of you searched the place through and through you lit it all on fire. The two of you stayed to watch it burn.

“What do we do next?” Techno asked his golden eyes flicking to you.

“We go home.”

“Home?”

“Yup.” You turned toward him, a blush spreading on your cheeks. “You’re my home now Techno.” You hoped to get loot from this trip, but as it turns out, that wasn’t the important part of this whole journey. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, stepping on your tip toes to boost yourself up. You pressed your lips to his, eyes fluttering closed as you felt his arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush up against him.

This world was foreign to Techno, but kissing you felt like the most natural thing to him. You were his, and he was yours. No matter where you went, he would follow. He loved you, loved how you taught him things, loved how you brushed through his hair every morning. You set him free. Free from the fiery gates of hell as you put it.

He wanted to explore this world with you. Even as you pulled back from him, he savored in the fact that you never pulled away from him. Not even as the two of you found yourself wrapped in each other’s arms for the night. It felt right. This world was where he was supposed to be because you were here. He was home.

#mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #c!techno x reader #technoblade/reader #home #fluff and light angst #accidental bonding

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kaz-oooo · 1 year ago

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THIS!!! this is what I loved about this goddamn server man. On the surface it just looks like political Minecraft roleplay.. which Hell Yeah it is, we love that shit. But you look deeper.. not even between the lines, just deeper than block men and there's just so much MORE!!! Since his first day on the server Techno was reduced to nothing but a weapon, he was The Blade, the guy who was really good at PVP, who hated governments and matched Dream's power. Wilbur brought him on to win back his country... nothing more, nothing less. After escape exile Tommy did the exact same thing, Techno was a protector, the guy who'd help him stop Dream and bring back his discs. Fuck, even Dream used him to some degree (Doomsday, the favour). People valued objects more than they valued Technoblade. The Discs, the revive book, L'manberg, the axe of peace.

And that's just one character, and only like half his story.

my favorite thing about the doomsday stream is when c!techno is trying to explain how he felt dehumanized and twice c!tommy follows this by bringing up the discs like. i'm sorry, no wonder he blew your home up, tommy, maybe just stop and listen for a second!

#we thank the gods for the syndicate #at least they knew how to treat Techno like a person #he got a bit of a healing arc in the end at least :)#technoblade #dsmp

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iceprincessviviane · 3 years ago

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Eyes in the darkness

Paring: Yandere!C!Technoblade x BookwormEnchanter!Female!Reader

Type: Romantic (Technoblade is yandere). Trilogy - part one. Next part.

Warnings: swearing, possessivness, yandere, angst, injury, sugestive content, threats, blood, silly jokes created by me.

Summary: Technoblade was watching Y/N for some time, trying to stay in the shadows. Unfortunately voices and thoughts won against the logic and he want her now on his side forever.

Author's note: Inspiration from a lot of things, but especially: Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast. This used to be oneshot, but I changed my mind, ut will be trilogy. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Words in red colour are Technoblade's voices.

Words in blue colour are Y/N thoughts.

Y/N didn’t know when was the last time she ran for her life. Probably during one of the pillagers attack on the village or maybe in the Nether. But none of them was that type. Now she was being chased by something way much more dangerous than besties. At the moment, she’s being followed by the Blood God himself. Despite the aching and pain of her muscles and her throat feeling dry from gasping for air, Y/N was still asking herself how did on earth this happen?

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Y/N always loved books and reading, she came to Smp two weeks after Foolish arrival. Actually her friendship with him leaded her here. They exchanged the letters and she was interested in staying somewhere for a while. After some time, she decided to come. Her divine friend already started to build his summer home and had few buildings done. She stayed there for few couple of days, they decided to build something for herself. She already have met most of Smp members including Dream Team, Bench Trio and rest, but owning home, place for stay was good idea. Sometimes Y/N liked to be alone. Eret allowed her to build something behind his castle, it was always nice to have someone close.

It took time before she ended house, it was cozy one with big field in front, farms, cellars and most important - library with enchanting place. It was huge, biggest part of the house with plenty of regals and reading spots. Y/N loved to spend there time and collectin more books or texts. Foolish had a lot of ancient scrolls or manuscripts and liked to share them with her. They could spend hours discussing about their favourite ones.

Books caused that Y/N met Phil, because he was the second person on the Smp, which had great collection from centauries. Shark god took her at trip to Tundra. Y/N was excited to meet such person and nervous too. Happily, everything went all right, Technoblade wasn't that time in home, so they had chilling conversation. Winged man was very curious about her skills and enchants. Of course during his travells and lifespan he met enchanters, but didn't paid much attention to them. Now, he could meet one in chill ocassion. Their three had a lot of talking, giggling and being wholesome. Phil promised to borrow more interesting books and Y/N said, that she can give some enchantments.

When Technoblade came back he immediately felt, that Foolish was there with... someone else... someone new. It smelled like pine and old paper, very nice. Phil told him about visitors and Y/N, he ignored it a little bit, but voices... voices liked this smell a lot.

'So strange.' 'Which woman can smell like that?' 'Where is she living?'

}*{

Y/N was peaceful person with no intention to harm anybody, staying in her place. She stayed in positive relations with almost everyone, providing needed enchantments and helping caused, that a lot of members were friendly to her. Y/N liked to hanging out with Bench Trio, although they were sometimes so chaotic. Usually she went mining with Ranboo, when it was needed, cutting trees with Tommy for his buildings and staying in Snowchester with Tubbo. That is why she came with almost everyone, when Tommy and Tubbo were in Dream bunkier fighting with him. Discs were just items, but... Dream's obsession, it was dangerous and teenagers were her friends. After that a lot of things changed. Putting him into Pandora's Vault was meant to protect them, but she was getting cold shivers each time she looked at black walls of prison. Knowing that everyone could be locked there...

After Egg's influence grew stronger she tried to find some infromations about it and how could ghe possible defeat it, but that took time. Foolish and Phil were so helpful handing their ancient texts, to make research. Suddenly with crimson vines everywhere, Smp became less safer, at least she felt it that way. More members were busy with their business and stuff, they finally could do them, when Dream was locked. For example Foolish agreed to build big mansion for Tubbo and Ranboo, which got platonical marriage and Tommy started his hotel. Meeting Michael was so wholesome and funny, little zombie piglin started to like her and at each visit she read him fairy tales and stories.

Y/N decided to not think about bad sides of Smp, just being busy and tried to help, if someone needed it. Before Doomsday wandering around could be dangerous, especially for La'Manburg citizens, because Dream and Technoblade were unpleasant for them. Now she enjoyed visiting almost everyone everywhere. After a few visits, she could tell that something was wrong, Y/N couldn't tell what, but it was almost like being watched, blaming Egg and vines was her answer for that, but actually why? Why did it do that? She would never joined their side. Never ever. Sometimes she spotted the Phil's corws, but that wasn't a s surprise, birds were telling him a lot of informations around the Smp. Easy way to know almost everything.

}*{

Y/N was heading to her house, stepping at Prime Path. In opposite direction she spotted Quackity, slowly walking by from prison direction, which was surprise. She smiled softly to him and he smiled back.

"What's up?" Big Q asked when got closer to her.

"It's good I am coming back home, need to eat and get some nap, and you?"

"I... ended some buisness." His face stiffened and his look became more serious.

Y/N nodded little unsure about his changed emotions. Suddenly she spotted that his sleeve is covered in fresh blood.

"Are you hurt?" She asked worried.

Quckity looked at his shirt as surprised as she and frowned, he checked axe which hanged down from his belt.

"I guess so then, but I don't know where did that come from."

"Let me take care of this." Y/N suggested with warm smile. "My home is closer than Las Nevadas."

After a few moments he nodded in agreement. They together headed to her place. Weather started to become stormy, dark cloud covered the sun, threating to start raining.

Then went inside, but when she was closing door, feeling of being watched hit her with dubled strength. House was in the spine forest, but fenced and had a gate. In filed were some farms, trees and small garden, but everything seemed to look normal. Big Q sat on the couch in living room and Y/N brought bandages, water in bowl and even healing potion. He rose sleeve, wound wasn't long, but deep, something cut his arm, probably weapon.

"It doesn't look good, but you will be okay." She said after looking at cut.

"Good." He sighed with relief.

"What did make it? Do you have an idea?"

Big Q looked dead in her eyes and remained silence. Of course he knew what, but he didn't even noticed the wound before leaving the prison. Well, someone will pay for this.

"Maybe working at Las Nevadas, you know... I am still building there." He spoke after a while.

"Oh... ye you have right, but be careful next time." Y/N suggested and started to work on cut carefuly. Starting on cleaning, then gently bandaged it.

"Thank you." Big Q said after seeing the results.

"No problem, just don't walk around with untreated wound." Y/N giggled softly.

He stood up and moved his eyes on windows. Black clouds didn't go away, even became worse.

"I will go now, weather is getting worse, I want to be in home before storm." Big Q said with soft smile.

"Of course, see you next time."

After he left, big storm came, darkness fell upon the Smp, rain and wind were too strong, for coming outside. Y/N decieded to take a chance and nap. She baked some cookies and sit down on a couch with another book, which Phil borrowed her. Only the torches gave light, sometimes thunderbolt stroke and filled room with unatural blue light. Drops hit hardly, making loud sounds, but Y/N was too much into a book. Two hours has passed and slowly night was coming. She moved eyes to meet clock, yep that was supper time, put the book away and up, Gods thr storm didn't let go. Y/N watched for a while outside, then go to kitched. She grabbed blanket and wrapped it around her posture, damn there were cold.

Again feeling of being watched kicked in. She was alone at home, that was sure thing. Outside was deep dark and behind the windows was the wall of the water. Y/N bite her lip and shook head, it was just her imagination, a feeling which stayed for no reason after putting Dream into Pandora's Vault. She took an kettle and suddenly was seeing something in the corner of the eye, something red and unusual in the spine forest. Her figure frozen when she moved back eyes. Deep in the dark, around sprouce trees in the line of forest, Y/N spotted pair of shinning, red eyes, high above the ground. They were locked at her figure.

'This has to be spider... or something else...'

Right after this thought, ceature turned back and disappeard in the darkness, cold shiver went down at Y/N spine. What was that? And why it was here? At least she was safe in home...

}*{

'More.' 'Training is boring, let's find someone to fight.' 'We demand blood.'

Technoblade sighed and stopped, voices today were very, very loud. That was why he decided to train, but during it, they became even worse. He hid sword and walked into home. Phil wasn't here today, he had to do something, but didn't bother to tell him what it was. Blade went back to home by his old path through the forest. His training place was near the cottage, but still hidden from common people. All members of Syndicate knew where it was. First of all he need to take shower. When cold water touched his skin, he felt like even his bloodlust became less, quiet hiss left his lips. He earned some chafings this week. Next, he changed his clothes to common and made a cup of tea, then sit in the kitchen. Immediately his thoughts went to Y/N.

Somehow voices were acting diffrent around her and he even found himself acting that way. They were focused around Y/N and he was more calm, like just her pressence was comforting him. Technoblade remembered their first meeting, it was common day, when someone knocked on the door. He opened it and rose his eyebrows in surprise, outside was standing fragile woman, without any armor and only with trident on her back. They shared awkward eye contact, when suddenly she introduced herself as Y/N. Of course he saw her couple of times, but it wasn't officialy. Y/N has known who was he for sure, she swallowed hard and looked down with shyness. Phil yelled across the room, that she could come in. Ah yes... she loved to read books and his old friend was borrowing her them a lot. Technoblade again felt the spine and old papers smell, for him, it could stay here forever. After short visit, Y/N took books, gave back book of enchantment and left.

Techno's curiosity has increased, when he heard about her more. She was peaceful, friendly soul, completly opposite of him, maybe that was, why he felt so... diffrent around her and voices too. Piglin hybrid enjoyed watching her from the distance, in the shadows, but lately... lately it wasn't enough. Now he wanted to breathe at Y/N scent, holding her close and pressed soft kisses at forehead. He was under voices pressure so long and now his salvation was so close. But what would he make it? As longer he has thought of that, a diffrent ideas came to his head. She was delicate creature, he had to get plan at all. Techno knew almost everything about her: hobbies, traditions, friends and fighting skills. Phil told him a lot about enchanters, they could make enchanting books after years of studying and had magic talent sometimes. As they knew, Y/N could enchant books at any spell, so she had to studied a lot. Technoblade sighed and grabbed his cloak, time to keep an eye on few things.

'Let's not go quietly!' 'Let's go quiet as grave...' 'Blood for the Blood God!'

}*{

That was busy week, Y/N could only one time saw Foolish and Phil, but whole Smp seemed a little bit diffrent... luckily she was able to go on mining trip with Ranboo and Eret visited her with a couple of books, which were about Smp. Now was afternoon and sun slowly started to set, she was heading to her house, where waited for her snow fox, which she found in Snowchester. Cute, little ball of fur stole Y/N heart immediately. When she finally stepped inside, Snowflake - that how she named it, ran into her squeaking high.

"What happend my little one?" She knelt down and pet it's head.

Fox looked at her with big brown eyes and squeaked once more, then jump into her arms.

"Oh oh oh... are you afraid of something?" Y/N hugged Snowflake and looked around. Everything in home seemed normal, door was closed, in a field same, animals were quite nervous, but everything was good. She frowned and stepped inside, then put fox into basket with small blanket.

"I will bring you some berries, you will like it for sure." Y/N smiled gently.

Unfortunately, she didn't have any at this moment in home, Snowflake was there only for three days, so she couldn't make berries farm so fast, because she had to set up a space. Luckily, she lived around coniferous forest, so didn't even hesiatate, Y/N just grabbed backpack and went outside. Sun was lower in the sky, but still it was warm and brightly. Birds were humming quietly and around was quite quiet. Berries bush weren't so far, she founed some, but in order to make supplies, decided to find more, then plant them around the house. It would spared the time and work.

"Y/N." She heard deep, lazy voice and immediately turned at it's direction.

The Blade was standing under big sprouce tree with satisfied grinn on his lips. Eyes locked on Y/N figure, which completly froze at the sight of him. She have never been with him alone, in tundra always Phil or Ranboo were around, now it felt... strange and risky, she still remembered what happend to La'Manburg citizens.

"Technoblade." Y/N spoke softly, being careful to not crack her voice, despite building feeling of fear. She noticed, that piglin hybrid under his royal, crimson cloak was wearing armor, probably not his best one, but still enough to win fight. Part of hair made into bun, rest were freely in his back and shoulders. From his belt was hanging netherite sword and netherite axe was sticking out from behind. She spotted, that his weapons were a little covered in blood, same as his sleeves and parts of shirt. He was killing monsters right? Or just hunting? Uncomfortable, awkward silence reminded between them, only forest noises distrubed it from time to time.

Voices were too loud today, too agressive, too greedy, killing monsters and pillagers wasn't enough, Quackity has already tasted his steel, well he deserved that after showing up in Y/N home. He had so much fun with him, but after that he needed some rest, comfort and calm. That is why without even thinking too much Technoblade went straight to Y/N house. He hoped, that everything will change, that he finally will has some break from voices, violence and killing. Of course he liked his way to be... but yes sometimes, you have to make a nap.

"Are you wounded?" Y/N asked quietly breaking the silence. After all, if he needed help, she would help him, without hesitation.

Technoblade's grinn became more sinister, he put hand on sword hilt and slowly tilted his head on right side.

"This isn't my blood." He said without caring at all.

"Oh, that's good then..." Y/N whispered, but he could hear that.

Piglin hybrid studied her posture, she had only trident at her back, backpack in left hand, no armor, no more weapons. Poor little girl, that's not how you are going outside your home, she was literally unarmed in his eyes.

"So... what are you doing here? Alone? In the forest?" Technoblade asked and moved closer to her.

The way he spoke these words, made Y/N shiver inside, outside, she grabbed her backpack harder. Surely there was nothing to worry about, she has never done something wrong to him or Philza, she wasn't dangerous or wanted to has any power. Techno is probably just passing by. Suddenly he was so close, now she could for real see the height diffrence, for the gods sake, her head reached around his breastbone. Y/N looked up only to meet piglin hybrid's burning gaze.

"I... I was collecting berries for my snow fox. Something scared her, so I thought that she will calm down after getting some and I ran out of them..." she suttered and swallow hard.

"How sweet." Technoblade commented and his smile widened.

"So... you are just passing by?"

"Not really."

Sudden grip on her chin caught Y/N off guard. Technoblade forced her to look straight into his eyes. His face stiffened a little bit, she hissed quietly, when claws touched harder gentle skin. Then she realised... Blade's eyes were red and she heard, that it could glow in darkness. Her skin became pale and pupils widened. It was him, that time during a storm, he was watching her...

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked quietly, without any clue, what was going on.

'She is so innocent.' 'We love her scent.' 'Let her know.'

"I have something to tell you." He leaned and immediately her scent hit him harder, resisting to take deep breath wasn't that easy.

"What excatly?"

"I was watching you for a while Y/N. Belive me or not I found that interesting, because your pressence is calming for me, I can fall asleep while listening your voice and push away my violence behaviour, when you are around." He stroked her cheek by his thumb and smiled haughty. "I am always getting , what I want and I want that so badly, you can't even imagine."

Y/N shook head and made few steps back, leaving his grip, couldn't belive what she just heard. That's impossible.

"I don't know what to say... I can admit, that I had strange feeling of being watching but... I blamed the Egg..." She looked deep into his eyes, trying to put everything together. "What do you mean, you are always getting, what are you want? How am I suppose to understand that?"

"Listen sweetheart, we can do this in two diffrent ways: good or bad. If you choose first one, fine politely you will go with me. Second way? Well I can be very convincing, when I want to." Technoblade frowned.

None of this options was good for her. Y/N sighed and her shoulders dropped. She couldn't do anything literally...

"Come on princess. I can take care of you, I promise, you will be happy." He gave her his hand, but gripped sword hilt harder.

Y/N always avoided the conflicts and argues, never has started any, that was easier and better way to live. She could take care of her interests, powers anf friends by being supportive or neutral. Technoblade's behaviour made her shiver and feel sick, there was no guarantee that he will keep his words, even if it were sweet and promising. Y/N knew that fighting him was pointlees, he were ten thousand better than her, she didn't even have armor or second weapon. But surrender just like that? Without any resistance? She always was determinated, miss 'you can always find a way, solution'. Not a chance.

"I think I have better option, which lay in the middle." Y/N smiled gently.

"Well, tell me then." Technoblade rose his eyebrows with curiosity.

With one smooth move, she put backpack on and immediately started to run. The Blade's pupils widened, he burst out laughing.

"It will be funny."

She has known, that she needed to lose him in forest. Going to home wouldn't help, because door or gate couldn't stop Blood God. Lost him and then ran away from Smp, at least her current living location. Y/N realized that she couldn't even ask for help anyone. Probably Technoblade would come after her friends, helpers, so that was it. Y/N versus The Blade, she was on her own.

'How did she dare to run away from us?!' 'Chase her, catch her.' 'Faster, faster, faster!'

It seemed like running away from Tommy for fun, came in handy and long trips with Ranboo caused her to move fast through forest. Y/N nimbly jumped over obstacles and avoid rocks or roots. Her pace wasn't the fastes, but she could hold it for pretty long time. She wasn't thinking a lot, just tried to run away as far as she could.

'Don't look back, don't look back, it will make you slower.'

Hiding could be good idea, but not now. As long as he was close, she couldn't stop at all. Breaking through the forest was only hearing noise, soon, she heard her heavy breathing. Heading to unknown direction wasn't so wisely, but Y/N had no choice. After a few minutes, she stopped to catch breath. Around was sudden so quiet, cold shiver went down at her spine. Too quiet.

"Already tired?" Technoblade's voice surprised her from left side.

She turned head, just to see him leaning against the tree. In his right hand he held sword, didn't even look like he was running.

"You can't outrun me little one. A lot of people tried, now they are dead." He aimed sword at her. "We can end this farce here. I am not mad, honestly, you made me smile a little bit."

"You will have to catch me, if you want me going with you." Y/N said and then continue to run away.

"Oh I will princess, that's what predator does to the prey."

Y/N started to feel really tired, muscles aching, throat dry from gasping for air, hair dispelled and cheeks red. She ran for a while, but now had to stop. Technoblade immediately appeared in her field of vision. He was walking carefuly, but still looked intimidating.

"Don't come closer!" She released a cry.

Piglin hybrid stopped about eight meters away. He leaned sword against the ground and looked at her with curious gaze.

'Here she is, our reward.' 'Let's finally take her with us.' 'We like that sound.'

"I think, I just caught you." A little grinn appeared on his lips.

She looked straight into his eyes. Her gaze full of fear met a calm and determination. Y/N didn't even want to think what would happend, if he fulfilled his desires. Gods sake, she was free human being, none could take her freedom, she didn't ask for this. In an act of desperation, with the last of her strength, she used her powers. Feeling of warm through fingers and energy drained from her veins, but then burning light. In Technoblade's towards direction flew literally fireball, but he was too skilled for this. He made a dodge and looked at Y/N with mix of proud and shock. She dropped to her knees, struggling to stay conscious, despite the pain at her whole body and tired mind and unclear vision. Technoblade immediately was with her, he knelt down and support her, by putting arm around her waist. Y/N leaned back against his chest, fatigue prevailed over reason.

"Enough for today princess. You run out, if you will keep resisting." He whispered calmly.

"Please, please... please I don't want this, I want to go home." Her voice was cracking, tears strimming down at her cheeks.

"Hush darling, everything will be all right."

Technoblade's body radiated warm, his tone suddenly was so calming and sleepy. She wanted to close eyes so badly, but still fear was too big.

"You are safe, nothing can hurt you I promise."

After this words Y/N gave up and lost consciousness. Sun went down and shadows became longer and darker.

}*{

Phil careful closed the doors, then walked quietly down. Technoblade sat in kitchen with cup of hot tea, he immediately looked at his old friend, his eyes were worrying.

"Y/N is good, she lost consciousness, because was too tired. You said that, she used her powers."

"It was literally fireball, but I dodge that easy."

"Well, now we know about her powers at least... interesting, what you are going to do, when she wake up?" Phil asked and sat in opposite site.

"I know, that you are not glad about this, but I will figure this out. She won't cause any troubles." Techno's voice became deeper.

Winged man sighed and looked at his friend. He knew what he was going through, when voices became louder and demanded blood, each moment of silence or when they were quiet, Technoblade cherished and tried to make it worth. Phil couldn't be angry or mad for his friend about that deed, but... he was torn.

"Come on spit it out. I can see that you want to tell something important." Piglin hybrid said slowly.

"We were through a lot of shit, we know each other for almost ages and we blew up the nation for gods sake, kidnapping isn't the worst thing you have done, but..." Phil started and looked at Techno. "I wish you best and everything good, but I don't know how will I act around. Y/N has come to me for books, we were talking about stuff, I gave her cookies and tea. How will I explain, that I am supporting your decision? And I am always on your side." Phil said aloud his worries.

"I will give her time to get used to. After certain amount of time Y/N will understand." The Blade was lost in his thoughts.

He was so greatful of his friend statement, but still a little bit unsure. This case shloudn't affect on their relationship or Phil's life. Honestly Technoblade belived that his pressence will comfort Y/N at least, as he said they were close and enjoyed each other company.

"Someone will notice her disappering. What then? And Ranboo is visiting us a lot." Phil sighed a little.

"I've got this, trust me."

"I trust you with my own life." Winged man nodded.

}*{

Sunlight kissed her skin gently, when it showed up on window. Y/N felt softness under herself and on her back. Quiet sigh left her lips, when she opened eyes. In the room was very bright, but for sure it wasn't her room. Immediately cold shiver went down at her spine. Still weak, she tried to lift herself, because she was lying on stomach. Bed was big, with good beddings and pillows.

"Don't move, you are still weak." Technoblade's voice was soft, but loud.

Y/N bite her lip and then lifted head. He was standing near the bed and observing curiously, looking completly diffrent. White, linen shirt and high waisted, leather trousers, hair braided tighly. In this version he was... more open and accessible, not so scary.

"Where am I?" She asked slowly and rolled at her back with quiet hiss. Muscles still hurt and throat was dry.

"In my house, in tundra safe and..." He cut off, while noticed that Y/N is trying to get up. "What did I say?" He stepped closer and sat on bed.

She sat unsure on mattress, just to met Technoblade here, he gripped again her chin, as in the forest and forced her to look at him. This time it was more gently.

"Darling please..."

"You can't take my freedom!"

His eyes darkened immediately and Y/N regreted her words. She swallowed hard, when Blade looked deep into her eyes.

"Of course I can and I will, if you don't behave good. If you didn't notice, you aren't chained or tied, but pretty comfy in my bed." He said slowly with threat in his voice. "Think about it."

Technoblade released her and got up. She looked down thinking about situation, yes he didn't tied her, but still it wasn't good case. Y/N just wanted to be free, do stuff which she want and meet friends. Maybe Smp wasn't perfect, but still now it was her home, there were a lot of wars or argues, but she still had house and persons which she cared about and this was mutual, now everything was unsure.

"I am just afraid... " Y/N whispered quietly.

"As I said earlier you are safe here, you are safe with me. Nothing can hurt you." Techno grabbed bowl with soup and came back. "Here, eat, you need to recover."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly to him, took bowl and started to eat slowly.

'Good girl.' 'She will behave for sure.' 'We can teach her a lesson.'

Y/N was napping for the rest of the day, Technoblade gave her one of their books, so she wasn't bored. Probably tomorrow or next day she will stand up.

The sound of closing doors, caused her to closed book and put it away. Piglin smiled gently and took off his shirt suddenly. Y/N eyes became big.

"Wait wait wait..."

"Calm down princess, I am just going to sleep, nothing else." Technoblade smirked for her panic.

"So... where shloud I move?" Y/N asked looking around the room.

"Nowhere. You are staying here with me."

Immediately her cheeks went slighty red. She looked at him curiously. His pink skin seemed gentle from the distance, a lot of scars marked his chest and arms. Some of them little, some of them large, the biggest one was through both sides of chest. Technoblade released his hair and came closer. Y/N moved to make him some space. He laid down, she followed his steps but remain distance.

"Goodnight." She said and turned back from him.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

He blow up torches near the bed and silence fell upon them. Not even a five minutes passed, when Y/N felt sudden grip on her waist. She froze, Technoblade hugged her and pressed kiss on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Quiet whisper left her lips.

"Snuggling and cuddling." He whispered softly.

Y/N couldn't help, she giggled quietly. Techno took this as premission, her back touched his chest and second hand slowly stroked her hair.

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