#this man has trained with THE technoblade

[nomsfaultau]

Dark SBI where Philza is a nice normal human man whose family slowly gets replaced by super natural creatures. The youngest is the first to go, replaced by 'Tommy', a shape shifting imp who decided he liked the skin of the kid and decided to keep it. He lives for chaos, but his motives falter when he experiences genuine love for the first time. Then 'Wilbur' replaces another son in classic changeling fashion, the boy taken to fulfill the whims of the fae and leaving in his place a bitter boy who knows he's an inferior version. Finally, the last son becomes plagued by dark voices that grow worse and worse, leading him succumbing to possession by 'Technoblade', who thinks he'll make the perfect new vessel after the last one was destroyed. 'Technoblade' doesn't want to lose his new vessel so soon after the last one, 'Wilbur' was trained from birth to mimic the human he would replace, and 'Tommy' wants an identity he can fall back on to play innocent if he gets in trouble. It takes awhile before the others realize all three kids are imposters. There's friction, of course, but they eventually make a pact to continue pretending to be a sweet and unsuspecting family.

The thing is...Philza isn't dumb. There's this awful feeling in his gut, and he has a sharp eye for details that don't add up. He's increasingly certain these things aren't his children. He quietly gathers evidence, and the moment he's sure...he does nothing. Philza carries on in a careful pantomime of a perfectly loving family, terrified of what they'll do to him if they realize he knows their true natures. He smothers his fear and offers them warm smiles and boundless mercy and tender affection the likes of which the imposter children have never known before. Slowly, it becomes a easier for everyone to pretend.

Maybe, if Philza's kind enough, they won't kill him, or worse. Maybe if he's good enough, their evil natures will soften. Maybe, if he's patient enough, they'll give him his real kids back.

And the moment they do, he'll slaughter every last one of the monsters who destroyed his family.

#i never see Phil as the vulnerable one in dark sbi #idk if I don't have enough exposure or what but its almost always Tommy #or the very occasional techno #also hell no would Philza Minecraft just settle in for found family time #philza #philza minecraft #sbi #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #sbi au #sbi fic #sbi angst #something to nom on

[mcyt-builds-contest]

The Frost Citadel

Builder : TangoTek

Series : Hermitcraft Season 9

Propaganda : decked out is not only an incredible build on the OUTSIDE, with a great colour scheme and a lot of detail, it's also a hugely important build for the season in general - being the place most people would hang out for the last few months of the server - and importantly a redstone MASTERPIECE. how did this man create literally an entire game with a point buy system and effect cards and randomised threats in minecraft?! like this is vanilla. i think the only mod used was for the disc system and even then he was ready to run that without mods. on so many levels this is such a fantastic build.

The Winter Cabin

Builder : Technoblade and Philza

Series : DSMP

Propaganda : techno and phil's cabins are THE build they're what minecraft is to me maybe not impressive or huge. they use common materials. there's no redstone mechanics. but they're what minecraft is about: making a place yours. making something with your friend. genuinely the most meaningful build in my opinion because it was simple and cozy and made sense for these characters! the stable with carl right in front. the dog house. the soft glow of the beacon. the fact their cabins are connected. similar but not the same. that's my propaganda op. that these cabins sum up what makes minecraft so lovely. and are a great memory for techno. | It's cozy and safe. The perfect hideaway for anyone looking to plan revenge and hold political book clubs. Includes three main houses and a giant training area. It has many adorable animals, including Steve. A polar bear.

Taglist!

@10piecechickenmcnugget

@choliosus

@biro-slay

@betweenlands

@xdsvoid

#mcyt base contest #polls #dsmp #hermitcraft

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Superpower AUs where Technoblade has healing powers just hit different man.

Especially if he's still a formidable fighter, but that's all training and hard work. It feels way more fitting to his character too for me.

#technoblade #thoughts

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 5 MATCH 3: INGO VS. C!TECHNO

Ingo from Pokémon faces c!Technoblade from the DSMP. Who do you like more?

Ingo Propaganda:

"a vote for him is a vote for autism and trains"

c!Techno Propaganda:

"Please don’t let the name dream smp effect how you feel about this submission, the creator who played this character unfortunately passed away before the true allegations came out"

"funny pig go brr <3"

"Who doesn't like a snarky anarchist murder man who consistently breaks the 4th wall? He also has so many dogs. Like, so many. It's the dream amount of dogs, honestly. Also, pigman. Pig is such a good type of man."

"techno was the only character who i cared about on the dream smp"

"ok. ok ok. vote for technoblade thats it thats all"

#polls #ingo pokemon #pokemon ingo #ingo #subway boss ingo #subway master ingo #pokémon #pokemon #c!techno #ctechno #technoblade #dsmp #c!technoblade

[character-dsmp-things]

Could you write a how c!dsmp react to sick reader? I've had a bad cold for a few days now, and I could really use dome cheering up!

If you don't want to or can't, I completely understand.

Please take care of your self, so you don't end up sick like me!

Of course!!

How C!Dsmp members react to you being sick!

(Platonic)

I’m very mad at tumblr for deleting my work so these will be pretty short and to the point

✰ Antfrost

He’d stare at you for a while. Before making sure you got the rest you needed

✰ Awesamdude

He’d throw you into the prison guard room till you got better.

✰BadBoyHalo

Very worried, very sweet making sure you were getting better

✰ Captain Puffy

Mom vibes, “need anything kiddo.”

✰ Dream

Could care less, “you know it’s not fun when you’re sick so get better.”

✰ Eret

Such a sweetheart, would bring you into a guest room to have someone come in and take care of you

✰ Foolish

Likely calls someone else to help you out, being as he’s very ‘busy’

✰ Fundy

He’d try to help and end up sick probably worse off than you.

✰ Georgenotfound

He’s either the reason your sick or tells you just to sleep it off.

✰ Jschlatt

“Just don’t get me sick alright?” Is definitely an ass about it.

✰ Jack Manifold

Has no idea how to help you at all.

He’s giving 👁👄👁

✰ Karl

Makes you oatmeal cookies, to make breakfast easier to pass to you. Expect constant tea refills.

✰ Niki

An Angel, keeps a soft music playing to soothe your headaches and probably makes bread for you.

✰ Ph1lza

Dad vibes, this man has everything prepared.

“Tommy used to be sick all the time I’m used to this.”

✰ Quackity

“Hey now you’re not working the casino in these conditions.”

Takes you up into one of the many spare rooms and has slimecicle bring you food water and checks your temperature till you feel better. He’s busy but will make time for you.

✰ Ranboo

I HC enderman can’t catch human virus’s. He’d be eager to help seeing that he can’t catch it. He’d bring you mushroom soup.

✰ Sapnap

Probably got you sick, “eww you’re gross” makes someone else look after you and acts like it never happened.

✰ Skeppy

Has no idea, would try for a while before inevitably calling Bad to come help.

✰ Slimecicle

Absolutely fascinated, constantly watching over. But he would fetch whatever you asked for. Like a dog he’s just watching.

“Human illness is neat.”

✰Technoblade

“Don’t worry about training your body is doing enough fighting right now.” Words of encouragement to you.

“Beat the cold Y/N”

Constantly feeding you baked potatoes.

✰ Tommyinnit

Either why do got sick or the most unhelpful person.

Oh your sick means I’ll talk to you “keeping you company”

✰ Tubbo

He has a child he gets how hard it is on your body, would keep a cold towel around tea and honey would be his staple.

✰ Wilbur

Tries really hard to help you feel better but really just makes it worse then calls either Phil or Quackity depending on his mood. So

#dsmp headcanon #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt #c!philza #c!techno #c!tommy #c!wilbur #platonic #c!dsmp x reader #c!karl #c!dream #c!quackity #c!jschlatt #c!george #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!slimecicle #c!antfrost #c!awesamdude #c!badboyhalo #c!eret #c!foolish #c!fundy #c!nihachu #c!puffy #c!jack manifold #c!sapnap #c!skeppy

[4thebedrockbros]

Hear me out ...

Spy × Family - A SBI AU

Philza " Phil " Minecraft as Loyd Forger

Alias : Phil Watson , the best spy in the country

Age: unknown, above 35

He has abandoned everything about his past to work for his country as an undercover spy under the codename " The Angel of Death ".

For his new mission , he's required to adopt a child and marry someone to access his target J. Schlatt .

An easy mission , he just has to remember not to get attached.

Tommy Innit as Anya Forger

Alias : Thomas " Tommy " Watson , a mind-reader

Age : 10 ( pretends to be 12 )

Tommy is a government experiment that escaped into the outside world . Getting adopted as been hard for him , with people thinking he's " too much " to handle .

When a spy adopts him , he know his life is about to get 1000% cooler . He just has to hide his power to not get caught again , easy peasy .

Technoblade as Yor Briar Forger

Alias : Techno Watson , an assassin

Age : Above 30

(this one I changed the most about)

After loosing everything in the war , Techno was hired and trained by " The Pit " to become an assassin, his goal is to get rid of the corrupted government .

Working as a librarian on the side , people around him start to get suspicious of the lonely man with one too many scar .

So when that blond guy ask him to marry him , he just agrees thinking people will get off his back if he has a kid and a husband.

Not like he wants to actually be friend with the guy . Or actually like the kid .

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J. Schlatt as Donovan Desmond

Aka Phil's target

Age : Above 45

Asshole politician with dumb policies .

Tubbo Underscore as Damian Desmond

Aka Tommy's target

Age : 12

A genius kid trying to impress his dad to finally be noticed

He just wants him to love him , even just a little bit .

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#ctommy #clingy duo #sbi #sbi fanfic #sbi family dynamic #cphilza #ctechno #bedrock bros #emerald duo #tommyinnit #philza minecraft #technoblade #sbi au #its such a good idea #ctubbo #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois au

[lookinghalfacorpse]

/dsmp /rp tw for self harm, abuse 

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things you can do in a 9 x 6 x 3 obsidian box. a guide by technoblade.

- bother your roommate. obviously. look, the dude isnt doing good. there's only a certain amount of "bothering" to be done without causing irreparable harm-- you're not gonna dance with him, you're not gonna train with him, and you're gonna make a whole other itemized list of things you CAN’T do with him (i.e. stand in front of him when he's curled up in the corner. try kneeling down and come in from the side). but you can talk. you can play games. you can brainstorm more things to do, which has gotta count as an activity of its own at this point.  actually...

- brainstorm more ways to bother your roommate.  there we go.

- make lists.

- punch a wall. not recommended. turns out that the 2nd hardest block in the game kinda hurts your fist. crazy, i know. but it is, technically, A Thing You Can Do, earning it a spot on this list.

- inspect the cell. also not recommended. now you're probably saying "but technoblade, I'm in here for [unknown amount of time], how am i supposed to avoid looking at the cell at some point" to which I say: trust me on this. unless you're a huge fan of dried blood (weirdo), don't do it. you're gonna discover details you didn't need to know, your roommate is gonna look at you with sad puppy eyes, it's a whole thing.

- look at the spot on the wall where there used to be a clock and think "man, wouldn't it be nice if there was a clock here"

- ring the bell.

- ignore your roommate when he complains about you ringing the bell.

- stare into the middle distance and let the existential dread and all-encompassing anxiety consume you. uh. also not recommended.

- try to work out. fail at working out.  it's gonna feel like a good idea because you always hear about people getting buff in prison, right? but those are normal prisons with, ya know, balanced meals. this is barely feeling like a prison anymore.

- argue with the guards and warden. not recommended, but only because the consequences affect more than just yourself.

- burn yourself on the lava. please don't do this.

- dream burns himself on the lava a lot. i’m not really sure how to handle it. i don't want him to, obviously. a few times, I almost, ya know, grabbed his arm or something, which i know won't go well and he might freak out, but is that better than letting him hurt himself? is this a coping mechanism to keep him from doing something even worse, and what happens if i take it from him?  no one ever tells you what to do when a kid is sticking his hand in boiling lava and you can’t even offer him any alternatives.

- lose track of your lists, apparently. man, where's an eraser when you need one.

#drabbles #:) uh sorry #cdream #ctechnoblade #c!dream #c!technoblade #self harm #abuse #general prison shenanigans #rivalsduo #rivals duo #dreblr

[simplepotatofarmer]

premise: desperate to escape pandora's vault amidst horrific torture, dream uses what he knows of the death and revival and his allies in the shadows to free himself, hoping to recoup and rework his plan to slow the advancement of the crimson egg.

ranboo is used to waking up places with no memory of how he got there but this time he's in a familiar place with an (un)familiar person; the training arena beneath techno's and phil's cabins with dream who insists that ranboo was the one to revive him.

now techno has to figure out what to do with the escaped prisoner and what to do with the man who definitely isn't his friend but did save his life once. besides, destroying a country together kinda bonds you. doing what's right isn't always easy or clear cut but the syndicate is dedicated to doing so and in the process challenges the notions of who is worthy of healing.

but that's not as easy as it should be.

characters: technoblade, dream, phil, ranboo, niki, punz, awesamdude, quackity, and michael underscore beloved. including minor scenes with badboyhalo, tubbo, and tommy.

setting: canon divergent starting before wilbur's revival though mostly follows main plot beats of the dsmp

theme song(s): 'soap' by the oh hellos & 'swing life away' by rise against

general feel: a very plot light fic, mostly fluff and comfort with some angst and hurt, touching on themes of ptsd and trauma. you are safe with your friends, the kitchen is where you learn to love, and everyone is deserving of kindness. redemption doesn't mean regret or forgiveness or even 'i'm sorry' being spoken aloud, but finding a reason to want to be better. sometimes that is a dog. sometimes it's wanting to make pie crust. sometimes it's an anarchist book club.

status: in progress

tag <- pinterest board <-

links to main fics:

🌱sprouts in winter 🌼 blooms in spring 🌦️ clearing rain

#dream smp #dsmp au #technoblade #dreamwastaken #philza #ranboo #niki nihachu #the syndicate #dsmp fic #aac au #i'm gonna slowly roll these out as to not spam the tags

[sunshine-on-marz]

Go for the heart

——— -technoblade x reader- ———

Enemies to lovers

Royal AU

Tw: blood, slight gore, weapons, fire, death, fighting

Cw: not angst but not all fluff

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“Sylvee, where are we goinggg” you whined, your maid and one of your best friends had dragged you from the training grounds (where you weren’t supposed to be, as you’re brother forbid you from doing anything that could hurt you) “shhh, they don’t know you’re coming” she whispered. Puzzled, you kept following her, until you came to an opening in the trees, that’s where you saw him. Technoblade. “Sylvee, I cant talk to the enemy.” The three boys jumped and saw you. Wilbur and Tommy seemed angry at the blonde girl who was clearly leading you towards them, knowing that she had put their lives in direct danger by bringing you near them. You immediately drop the sword you where holding and bowed to the men. “Prince Thomas, Prince Wilbur, Chief Technoblade. You are in no danger as far as I can control, but I will protect myself and my maid as needed.” As you stood and saw Sylvee standing you smacked her shoulder to make her bow quickly. “Sylvee, why am I here?” You asked as you picked back up your sword. “You’re infront of the best swordsman on this side of the globe, if you want to learn, learn from him” she said before running back to your home.

Sighing you turn back to the men. “Gentlemen, I am so sorry for her behavior-“ you then notice the pink haired man kneel infront of you and hold out a hand. While it is proper, you didn’t expect a proper introduction from the commanding chief of your enemy kingdom. Placing your hand in his he kisses your coronation ring and smiles. The two princes bow. “Boys boys, don’t be so stiff. You’re not in danger.” The elder prince speaks up “actually, by interacting with you, we are.” With a sigh you walk up to him and hold out your arms for a hug. The man seems shocked before stepping closer, you wrap your arms around him and hold him for a moment before stepping back. The brunette has tears in his eyes and whispers “thank you” you nod and smile “of course. I’m here for you darlin.” All three men seem shocked. The blonde speaks “b-but that’s against the rules, and by the rules I mean the law.” You smile at him, a toothy, cheeky, excited grin. “Oh doll, the rules don’t work on me. I’ll tell my brother to fuck off and I’ll stab a bitch.” You jab the air with your sword, making the teen laugh. Proud, you sheath your sword and turn to the pinkette. “Now, how do I convince you that I’m not a threat” you smile at the man. He holds a hand out and you shake it, but he doesn’t let go. You hold eye contact. He expects you to reach for your sword, but you don’t. Your sly grin changes to a small sweet smile. His grip loosens enough that you could have moved your hand, but you didn’t. Then he completely lets go and you let your hand drop. You’d not only gained his trust, but his respect. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you, despite the fact that he could’ve. You looked at him, to anyone else it would seem like you where sizing him up, but techno knew the look. You where trying to find out what’s wrong with him, he’d been giving you the same look. “Raised by my brother, grew up in a castle, you do the math” you say to him, he chuckles. “Fair enough” you sat yourself down on the ground and start picking at grass. Tommy sits next to you. “You can call me Tommy.” He says, you smile. “I think I’m gonna call you kiddo.” He seems gitty, happy to be accepted as a kid, not as a prince, but a kid. “Ok.” And he puts his head on your shoulder. After a while Techno grabs your sword. “Hey.” You say as you gently push the sleeping Tommy onto Wilbur’s shoulder instead of yours.

Techno swings the weapon, you catch his wrist mid swing, making him drop the blade from shock. “Woah” Wilbur whispered from behind you. You pick the sword up off the ground. “To slow.” You tease the caped man. In any other case he would’ve been pissed. “Wilbur, bring Tom inside for me” he said, the brunette nodding and doing as told. Once the younger two where gone, techno pulled you in by the hips. “How?” He asked “pattern recognition.” You say back, matter of factly. He nodds, asking for more information. “You swung upwards, you weren’t going to hit me, so you’re arm was going to swing left, to counteract your momentum, so I grabbed you before you could move” he seemed intrigued. Gently grabbing your cheek and leaning towards you. “What are you doing soldier?” You asked with a smirk. “You aren’t my king darling, I’d watch how you speak to me” you lean in a bit more “shut up and kiss me” he closes the gap, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hips, leaving one on your cheek. Once he pulled away and you opened your eyes, leaving your forehead resting on his and smiling. “So princess, may I walk you home?”

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Tags for all the lovely people I got hooked on this @a-gay-little-ghost-2 @kit-is-a-weeb @lillylvjy @art3m1s-adelia

#dsmp #dsmpblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp x gender neutral reader #writing #techoblade #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #sbi royal au #royal au #enimes to lovers

[blackenedflowers]

What happened to techno is truly saddening, but he’s truly in a better place now.

But there is one thing i would like to mention. Later on in the dsmp lore, techno mentioned how tommy was Theseus, but in all honesty techno fit that story even better.

If you don’t know what the story of theseus is, well lettme give you a summary.

the story of theseus is about a amazing hero from Greek mythology who was considered one of the earliest kings of athens. He is known for killing villains, amazons and the minotaur, as well as many other small battles.

Techno really fits his story the best. Techno was/is known for being of of the best minecraft youtubers there is, which in my opinion he will forever be.

Techno truly did a lot on his journey. Here on this post, i’m going to kinda compare it to his favored greek hero.

Techno is some ways did defeat his version of the Minotaur. Dream. Think about it. In theseus, the minotaur was known of its evil, and how it ruthlessly slayed anyone who dare enter its labyrinth. In ways dream was similar. He is known for his manhunts, quick thinking, and how he plays Minecraft.

In theseus story, theseus claimed he would defeat the minotaur — similar to that of who techno promised to his fans — and would return home glorious. So doing what they both said, they gathered their gear and readied to fight the fight.

Theseus came to the heart of the Labyrinth and also upon the sleeping Minotaur. The beast awoke and a tremendous fight then occurred. Theseus overpowered the Minotaur with his strength and stabbed the beast in the throat with his sword. Techno did this exact same thing. Meeting dream and overpowering him with his own strength and mind.

While in the end of the story of theseus and the minotaur did not happen, techno did return glorious to his friends and family.

But this is not all. Techno did many other great feats, some of which he did subtly or not subtly brag about (dream losing be one of them). Techno faces many other challenges like theseus. Carefully crafting and securing many titles and honors. For example, theseus became a king and techno blade became a god. Both were known for their abilities in combat, but loved for their compassion and honor. Loved for their will to never leave an ally behind, no matter the costs, and to stand up for what they thought the right.

There are ways technoblade was greater than theseus. Dozens of ways actually. Never giving a second thought to help friends, always helping others, and not turning his back on people even when they did.

Technoblade was a great man, and even greater gamer. He shall stand in the ranks with the greek hero’s.

May he find honor and glory in the halls of Valhalla. May odin accept you with the greatest honors and gifts

alex

1999 - 2022

ALL CREDIT GOES TO MONEYONIIS ON TWITTER!!

Link here : https://twitter.com/moneyoniis/status/1542973691256270848?s=21&t=kPpV-z1wORCLr3i7EcUx8w

(and yes, i did get their permission to use their artwork)

also i would like to point out that there will come a time where tommy will be older than techno and skeppy has trained more than him. That’s all.

#technoblade #techno x reader #dsmp lore #dsmp techno #technolovers #technofamily #ancient greek #history #myct #technoblade never dies #minecraft #minecraft yt

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

Hey!! What are your thoughts on pogtopia calling c!quackity Schlatt’s bitch? This is very important. (Also I hope you had a good vacation!!)

(Thank you, it was fantastic!) What have you done. Why would you remind me of - yes, yes, I have many thoughts.

Wilbur speaks to Quackity a few days after the election, while the wounds from the arrows that stole his second life are still healing. Quackity gushes about romantic walks and gloats about broken walls, and Wilbur can't take it anymore. He snaps at him to go back to being Schlatt's useless lackey. Quackity laughs, the same shrill cadence Wilbur remembers following a deeper, harsher cackle. He thinks of the bright, naive young man who challenged him, the precocious politician he would have graciously accepted defeat from, and can't reconcile it with this petty, simpering lapdog. He thinks of those two, the President and his b... vice, laughing together - at him - in the home that he and Tommy built. It makes his stomach churn. He says as much, then says it again in private, in the echoing ravine where it lingers for days. It feels like triumph. (It tastes like poison.)

Tommy picks it up quickly. It's a joke, it makes him feel better - more importantly, it seems to make Wilbur feel better. And it's not much different from the playful insults they bandied about during the elections and even earlier. But when he runs into Quackity on the Prime Path below the city, when he hastily tosses him a small bag of drugs to keep him quiet about what he's sniffed out, he catches a glimpse of his old friend from the cartel days, squeezed back into a suit that's loose and tight in all the wrong places. Tommy doesn't remember the circles under Quackity's eyes being quite so dark, not even after he did one too many lines and went on a pranking rampage that left them both exhausted from laughing. Something about Pogtopia's favorite joke feels a little bit... wrong now. He doesn't dwell too long on what that is.

Tubbo hears it too, from two different angles. One by day, casual and dismissive and always chased by nervous laughter; one by night, bitter and mocking and falsely lighthearted. When he hears it from Tommy's mouth, he stops cold. He has to remind himself that these are his friends, they're not cruel for no reason, they have the right to be upset. Still, he quietly gives thanks that Quackity isn't here to hear it; god knows, he hears it enough already. Tubbo never says the words aloud. But when he remembers those blank eyes behind the sunglasses, the halfhearted "are you sure," the trembling steps backward as Technoblade loomed over them all, the agony of his skin melting and lights bursting against his eyes, and the twenty-four hours afterward that Quackity still stood by his master, some tiny vicious part of him can't help but think them.

And when Quackity hears it, he's fresh from a fight, caked in sawdust and spattered with blood, an escaped pet who's no longer worth the trouble to find. Tommy says it under his breath, looks around like it's a shameful secret, lets Quackity expect the worst. But the word itself is all too familiar, and all too casual from his old friend's mouth. Half his blood boils; the other half freezes solid. It's awful, it's sickening, it's humiliating, it's infuriating, it tastes like sweat, blood, and tears, like alcohol and Hawaiian punch, like lilies in an empty church and ink stains on his fingers and gunpowder that won't wash out of his clothes.

And worst of all, it feels true.

He swallows his shame, reforges it into anger, strikes a deal to help free them all because making deals is what he does best (and it's never worked out badly for him before, right?). He paints himself as a dog beaten one too many times, who barked out one too many warnings, who finally decided to bite and would bite again in a heartbeat. He counterfeits documents, gathers seeds, trains with his weapons, contributes to the cause and fantasizes openly about dancing on the tyrant's grave. He convinces himself that he's safer here, no matter what anyone says, that at least he can earn back more respect than he ever had in Manberg.

But Pogtopia remembers, and so does he. There are too many ghosts here, winding through the shadowy ravine and dragging their fingers across his back when he least expects it. There's resentment and pain and grief, weeks and months of it, seeping into the stone. He can sense the eyes on him, he can smell the hate in the air, he can hear "traitor" and "murderer" and "weakling" in their voices. And if he closes his eyes, this treacherous, murderous weakling can picture the cobbled roof closing in above him, see the flickering of glowstone in the corners and moonlight through glass windows, and taste sour, wheezing breath mingling with his own. Schlatt's bitch - it tastes too much like home.

They didn't know. They don't know. They'll never know.

#dsmp #c!quackity #c!wilbur #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!schlatt #tw abuse #tw drugs #writing #analysis #asks #jo's fic

[mattel-is-nobody]

HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCKING FUCK. CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY AND IT'S THE BEST PRESENT EVER.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. MITTEN SQUAD IS BACK. I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD. I STAYED SUBBED OUT OF RESPECT LIKE I DID WITH TECHNOBLADE, EXCEPT HOLY FUCK HES ALIVE. NEARLY AN ENTIRE YEAR OF COMPLETE RADIO SILENCE, NOTHING ON ANY OF THE PLATFORMS I FOLLOWED HIM ON, GENUINELY THOUGHT HE DIED FROM ALCOHOL POISONING, BUT THE MAN IS ALIVE AND HE'S GOING TO START POSTING AGAIN. HE HASN'T POSTED SINCE. OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

Guys. His last video was posted in 2022. In JULY. HE HAS NOT POSTED IN NEARLY A YEAR AND A HALF. Seeing his post just now hit me like a fucking freight train.

#fallout new vegas #fallout 4

[dreamsclock]

I love the name when pigs fly it’s genius—

THANK U ^_^ have a fun little snippet from it !!!

when pigs fly au — ch1

It’s day twenty four in the prison when Techno slips through time.

Okay, granted, he actually has no clue what day it is, twenty-something is more of a guess, because he’s fallen asleep, like, twenty four times, and Dream looks minutely comforted when Techno says “twenty four days” to him in a strong assertive voice, but if he’s being really honest, he has no idea how long he’s been stuck in prison.

He’d like to say the twenty fourth day was discernable from the twenty three others that had passed before (again, time is relative), but he’d be lying. Time in prison is hazy and dull; each day blends into the one before it and the one after it, leaving him feeling disappointingly dissatisfied before bed every night. Dream doesn’t seem to find this too hard to bear, finding something new to do every day, though admittedly, Techno thinks he’d rather be driven mad than go to the lengths Dream is going to. Or maybe being mad is why Dream goes to such lengths — he loses track of how much times Dream has thrown himself in lava, loses track of how many times he’s yanked his (friend?) (rival?) (cellmate?) (telly-tubby?) from the flames before they consumed him entirely.

“Dude,” he complains, shoving a burning Dream towards the water pot in the corner, “you’ve gotta find better coping mechanisms, man, this is really pitiful at this point. I don’t even have any witty comments any more. I’m just concerned.”

Dream, for the most part, looks chill. “You could’ve let me burn.”

“And then watch you respawn in the corner and giggle to yourself and mumble to yourself and wonder if you’ve been driven mad this time?” Techno arches an eyebrow, fans out a flame on Dream’s shoulder. “Nah, I’m good. That would be kind of a lame, bad-friend move.”

Behind the mask, he can see the harsh, gaunt edges of Dream’s face soften. “Friend,” he repeats, “huh.”

Techno makes a mental note to make sure Dream gets better friends when they’re both out of here.

…When. More and more, it’s beginning to feel like an impossible dream, no pun intended. Chat are faint in his head on good days, completely gone on the bad days (and there are a lot of bad days), and Techno is worried, with each hour that ticks by, that their chances of getting out of here alive are dwindling.

He and Dream both have one life. The people keeping them here have two and three.

The odds, he admits, aren’t exactly in their favour.

He lets go of Dream, slouching back into the same spot as before, and watches Dream pick up a book from the chest with slightly charred burned fingers.

“Hey,” Dream breaks the silence after a bit, clearing his throat, “what— okay, so, if there was— What would you do if there was a genie who could grant you any wish?”

Techno blinks. “Heh?”

“I mean, like—” The younger shrugs offhandedly, shoulders hunched as he stares down at his book. “If you could tell — I dunno, genie, magic guy, wizard, whatever — If you could say one wish, and it would come true, what would you wish for?”

It’s a good question. Definitely one of the better ones Dream has asked. Over the course of their weeks in the cell, the other has been getting creative: his first questions started off lame, like what’s your favourite colour? and what’s your favourite weapon to train with? and if you were being tortured daily by someone with little to no hope of escaping, all over a book that you can’t ever reveal the contents of, and you were terrified of one day revealing its secrets because you’ve grown weak enough to want to die over wanting to live, what would you do?

(“…Uh, hope for Technoblade to drop by,” Techno had answered at the time, after registering the question, “wait for a Technoblade to cheer me up with his witty commentary. That sure would make the torture bearable.”)

(Dream had laughed for the first time then: an unpleasant, hoarse, bark, but a laugh nonetheless. “Wait for a Technoblade?” He repeats.)

(Techno had shrugged. “I’m no Theseus, but you’re not exactly Pandora,” he’d told him, “no rule about having to stay in here yourself, right?”)

So yeah, he definitely prefers the genie question. Furrowing his brow and tilting his head back so it touched the rough obsidian wall, Techno considers his answer.

“Ask for a bell,” he deadpans, and smirks at Dream’s snort, “nah, but seriously? I’d probably ask to get out of—”

Another answer strikes him, one more fantastical, a daydream, childish, more than anything else.

He pauses.

“…Probably go back in time.”

Dream’s attention swivels to him, slowly. “What?”

“Dunno. Would be pretty neat.” Keeping his voice neutral, Techno offers Dream a wry grin. “I mean, ignoring the whole butterfly-effect thing, but I think I could be careful enough. I dunno, I think… maybe I could stop certain things from happenin’. Stop certain people from… becomin’ who they are now.”

Sam. Quackity. Wilbur. Tommy. Techno meets his new friend’s eyes behind the mask. Dream. He could change so much with the knowledge he has now — of course, he doesn’t think he’d ever actually want to go back in time, but hey, he thinks he could change a couple of crucial things.

Just as he thinks that, the whole universe tilts on its side. For a moment, Techno thinks god has struck him down for his insolence.

And then he hears it: a laugh, echoing in a thousand voices.

Time travel, huh? The protector of the End portal muses, and Techno imagines millions of rows of tiny sharp teeth baring in a smile at him. Never heard that one before. He laughs like he knows something Techno doesn’t. Alright. I’ll grant your wish, just this once. So sue me: I’m curious.

“Oh, wait,” Techno says into the darkness, “I was kidding.”

Too late. The world explodes into shards of different colours. He feels like he’s falling through static, every particle of his being glitching and sliding and spilling over timelines, months, events. So much whizzes by him — Doomsday, the Butcher Army, the Sixteenth, joining Pogtopia—

He goes instinctively to draw back. He remembers that all too well.

And because the universe hates him, Techno finds himself falling forwards, not back, and resurfaces — literally — in a puddle in Pogtopia, coughing and blinking water out of his eyes.

“Bruh,” he manages to cough out, absolutely horrified, “you can’t be serious right now. You cannot be serious right now.”

Oh, absolutely I’m serious, a smug voice in his head seems to say, have fun.

And before Techno can even begin to process the fact there’s a god with a petty vendetta against him (he’s supposed to be an atheist), the voice disappears, and leaves him stranded in the frozen ravine of Pogtopia…

…Six months in the past.

Because that’s just his luck. He’s stuck, confused, stressed, and pretty unpleasantly cold, in Pogtopia, which smells exactly like he remembers and is startlingly innocent: before wars, before betrayal, before the sixteenth and everything going wrong. If he has anybody looking out for him up above (which he highly doubts), he might be able to fix things.

…Or not. Because he’s Technoblade, and he’s on the Dream SMP, and things never ever work out the way he wants.

The sound of a screeching child trampling towards him does absolutely nothing to assuage his new fears.

#THIS IS FROM AGES AGO DHDKDBD #> au: when pigs fly #> blood for the blood god #technoblade

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Dark Wizard of OZ AU.

Technoblade is a bright young man. He helps run his family's farm. He's a little bit of a daydreamer, but he works hard. He has a little dog he loves, but the mean neighbor keeps picking at it and trying to get it to bite. Which, of course, it does. And they send out the pound to get the dog taken.

Technoblade's family doesn't do much to stop it, but luckily Apollo is well trained and escapes his prison and makes his way back to Techno. Techno knows his family will make him give up Apollo, so he runs away.

He meets a strange traveler in a very strange caravan. Dressed in normal clothes, but his sharp blue eyes seem to know something strange. He offers a meal and offers to read Techno's fortune. They talk, they have a bit of fun.

Here's where it differs from thr Original Oz.

When the strange traveler offers Techno to stay and travel with him, he is not trying to reverse psychology Techno into going home. He is very interested in keeping Techno close.

But Techno is already regretting running and decides to turn him down. The blond haired man frowns, before smiling only a little strained before warning Technoblade to be quick. That the weather doesn't look so good. Which Technoblade is confused about. Its sunny outside.

Except, by the time he gets home, it is storming in earnest. He can see the twister forming in the distance. The storm celler won't open, why won't it open??? He knocks and knocks but it remains shut, so he hurries inside the house and tries to find shelter.

The twister hits, and Technoblade is knocked unconscious by a random item falling off a shelf. When he wakes, he sees that his is high up in the center of the storm.

The house lands, and Technoblade cautiously exits the house to find an impossibly colorful town. The town is ecstatic to see him because his house landed on a tyranical witch, a man who professed himself their king but did nothing to help them, who would rather spend all his time napping.

The Good Witch Philza, a man who looks somehow familiar, appears and congratulates Technoblade. Technoblade never knew that people could have wings like a bird or dress in such strange robes.

The Wicked Witch Dream appears, furious that someone could murder his best friend, George. Technoblade gets flustered trying to explain that he didn't mean to. Furious, Dream turns to at least retrieve his friend's crown, a thing of power. But it isn't there? Where?

Good Witch Philza places it gently on Technoblade's head, right where it is supposed to be :). Dream is enraged and tries to attack Technoblade. But the crown was made to KEEP George safe from attack, it does nothing to Technoblade.

Technoblade just wants to go home, and tells the Good Witch Philza so. Philza gives him a knowing smile, and points him toward the Emerald City, saying that maybe the Wizard could help.

Technoblade goes on his journey, and runs into a strange trio. An incredibly clever kid named Tubbo who thinks he doesn't have a brain. A very emotional boy named Tommy who claims he doesn't have a heart. And a kid named Ranboo who claims to be not so courageous...which, yeah, that one tracks.

As Technoblade travels with them, they ask him about his life before. And more and more the answers are harder. When Tubbo asks about what his life was like, Techno's memory grows foggy. When Tommy asks about his family, he flubs the names and begins to forget faces. When Ranboo talks, he gets less and less confident in what he remembers.

They make it to the Emerald City, but the Wizard won't help unless they kill Dream. Which is so disheartening. Technoblade is starting to doubt...doubt that its even worth it. Maybe...maybe he should just stay here?

No. No, he's got to at least try. So he goes, and you get all the benchtrio + Techno action stopping the witch. But as Dream falls, he says something. About how he can't trust Philza. And a guy named Sapnap takes charge after the reigh of terror ends, leading Technoblade and the trio back to the Emerald City as heros.

Technoblade confronts the wizard, who starts to backtrack on what he said about helping until Bench Trio rip away the curtains. A brunette theater guy stands there.

His name is Wilbur and he really isn't magical. He comes from a place quite similar to Techno. He came to Oz some years ago and made a place for himself.

"How did you get here?"

"I...honestly, I can't quite remember? But Philza helped me out once I got here."

Apollo, good boy, wanders off and pulls out the hot air balloon. And it jogs Wilbur's memory enough to remember THAT'S HOW he got here. So they start setting jt up so they can both get home.

Of course Good Witch Philza shows up to see them off. Look he is even smiling he is so happy. The twitch in his eyebrow isn't actually there.

However, once everything is set up, a crow swoops down and tears the tether away before Wilbur OR Technoblade can get in. Wilbur accepts it pretty quickly, not all that bothered.

Techno is...les thrilled. But the Good Witch Philza comforts him, tells him he will help in anyway he can. And its not much, but he gives Technoblade an emerald earring, a small token of his appreciation.

Technoblade accepts it, puts the earring in and its like a weight is lifted from his heart. This isn't so bad, is it? It's just like his daydreams.

Good Witch Philza smiles happily at him, and guides him further into the Emerald City, already prepared his home.

Anyways, have a good day.

QKSQHJKQS YOU KEEP BLESSING MY INBOX WITH THESE

This one is so unique and interesting, I'm just.... hmmmmm

#technoblade #dark sbi #thoughts #asks #i don't have better words for this today i'm sorry #but I didn't wanna keep this in the inbox the world deserves to see

[its-target-official]

There are only four fics that i have ever cried while reading.

And they are magnificent.

part 1. Passerine.

spoiler warning

First, the absolute masterpiece of Passerine, written by blujamas. With over 6,000 comments, 88,000 kudos, 17,000 bookmarks, and 3,000,000 hits, Passerine is one of- if not the most- famous DSMP fics. Just under the typical word count for a novel, at 76,373 words, Passerine follows Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy. Philza and Technoblade are gods of death and blood, while Wilbur and Tommy are Philza's mortal sons. Technoblade, alone for centuries, a sword for hire, meets Philza, a man with Stygian wings and many secrets.

They find solace in the company of each other. However, one day Technoblade looks up and realizes that his one constant has disappeared. Gone, like the arctic wind; gone, like the last frost of winter; gone, like the innocence of a newborn child.

Technoblade, feeling abandoned, continues as he once was, destroying kingdoms with the wave of a sword or the thrust of a trident. The man makes his way to a kingdom, one that has enjoyed peace and prosperity for a century. There, he finds his old friend masquerading as a mortal king.

Philza, once a powerful death god, now pretends he is mortal, a normal human with a wife and two sons. But...his oldest, Wilbur, speaks of voices. The same ones that haunt Technoblade day in, day out. Philza kneels at Technoblade's feet, and begs for the man's assistance.

And so, Technoblade becomes the eldest prince's tutor, training the boy in combat. All is peaceful, Wilbur is slowly improving, Technoblade even gets to meet Philza's wife- until it isn't. The boy's mother, who had been sick for a long time, passes away in the middle of night; Philza is gone once more, leaving but a note and a child king in his absence.

Slowly, the three heal together. Wilbur grows into the vacancy left by his father, Tommy hones his skills in combat, and Technoblade throws himself into politics and diplomacy. Yet, another threat looms on the horizon. This time, it is the Green Army, who has annihilated a city on the border of Wilbur's kingdom.

King Wilbur swore peace for the kingdom, yet he now calls his subjects to war. However, the citizens are ready and they follow the song of battle to the Blue Valley. The Green Army, led by a god of war clad in white, is vicious and unrelenting.

The god of war has a personal agenda of vengeance against Technoblade, and so, he attacks the two closest to the Blood God's heart. But Technoblade arrives in the nick of time, throwing the other god into the ground. Wilbur and Tommy live to see another day- at least one of them will.

The Royal Army, outnumbered ten to one, flees to activate the back-up plan.

Blow it up to kingdom come.

Tommy, of course, does not know of the plan and is hurt by Wilbur once again keeping secrets. His shrill cry of “Don’t fucking touch me!” distracts Technoblade from his fight with the war god. The god takes advantage of it and lunges in for the killing blow- but he is stopped with a broadsword to the chest, courtesy of the Angel of Death himself.

The young prince is elated to see his father once more, and runs to greet Philza.

The war god is not dead, not yet. With the last of his strength, he grasps one of Technoblade's lost knives.

He throws.

And he hits his mark.

Tommy collapses to the ground, knife in his heart. Wilbur, the boy king, holds his dying brother in his arms; Technoblade can feel nothing at all. Tommy says he would have liked to hear Wilbur play once more, Technoblade vows to play for him, but it is all in vain. Philza promises his son they will be here one last time as Tommy slips away into darkness and his mother's tinkling laugh.

Now, I won't be recounting the rest of the story, for it is a beautiful and terrible thing I can do no justice to. But Tommy's death destroyed me. I shed tears for many nights afterwards; even my family and friends noticed how quiet I was. But I loved it with all my heart. Passerine is a love letter, a eulogy, a song, and an obituary pulled from the stars into writing.

#sorry guys im having a depressive episode #dmsp #myct #fanfic #c!tommy #c!dream #c!wilbur #c!tubbo #c!niki #c!nihachu #c!techno #c!philza #c not cc #passerine #blujamas

[crimeboys]

🌹👀

Wilbur picks at the pastry in front of him. Before today, he had never seen something so decadent. He’s had a bear claw before. Technoblade once joked about the pastry on a hunt, as the three of them sat high in the trees and basked in the adrenaline of the bear felled at the base, and Niki made it her mission to create something like it. 

Her glaze never turned out quite this bright. Her pastry was never quite this fluffy. Whatever seed they put on top of it, Wilbur has never even seen before. Niki’s never had quite the same artistry. She had to swap out milk for water most of the time. The good ovens in 12 are normally reserved for professional bakers. As he takes a tentative bite of the most delicious thing he’s ever eaten, he thinks he would prefer the worst of Niki’s failed attempts to this fanciful dessert Technoblade set in front of him with just, “This is, uh, good.” The three of them have been sat at a table avoiding each others eyes ever since.

Technoblade’s face has seemed more like a mask for the past twenty minutes of this train ride. A neutral gaze that makes Wilbur nervous. Technoblade has a resting face, one that does not look quite happy nor quite upset, more like he’s making an awkward grimace than anything because Technoblade simply doesn’t think about it. A neutral gaze, one that Wilbur cannot even begin to parse, is put on there for a reason. 

When the announcer read off the name, “Wilbur Soot!” like Wilbur had just won the vacation of a lifetime rather than a death sentence, Technoblade had seemed confused. His eyes didn’t search for Wilbur’s in the crowd. Rather, they were on the announcer, whose skin quite literally dazzled in the shining sun from the diamonds implanted in his skin, like perhaps Techno had misheard him. It was Niki’s scream amongst the murmuring masses that finally made the horror dawn on him. Wilbur had never seen Technoblade distraught before. He hoped with sincerity he never would again. But even that hope was dashed as the next name called for the 74th annual Hunger Games was one Niki Nihachu.

After Technoblade takes the most obnoxiously long sip of water in human history, he sets the glass down just a little too hard. He winces. Wilbur almost hates him in this moment. The face of a friend, of the man who didn’t raise him but certainly lent a hand in who Wilbur has become, is now the face of a mentor leading him to the Valley of Death.

- from document titled "swhgau"

#asks #zgmoony #my hnger games au <33