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techza · 2 months

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What do you think of Techno/Kristin/Philza poly ship? Like actual thoughts, I wanna know lol

Oh anon i love them. i'd say 90% of the time i read any techza story i assume kristin is already Phil's wife and they're all already in/gonna end up in a relationship

I like to think Phil hasn't ever really given the fact he's into multiple people much of a thought, he has never really cared for or adhered to society's rules anyway.

i believe Techno at first would assume that they're exclusive, but upon seeing Phil flirt with a wide variety of people (it might have been due to prolonged exposure, but i agree with the headcannons of that old man having a slut arc) he'd eventually kinda go "ah okay this might work"

then again if he doesn't find out it has such good angst potential. i have a couple drafts where techno is agonizing over nothing because he thinks phil is taken, and phil thinks techno isn't interested and suffers about it. and kristin doesn't intervene because it's hard for her to communicate being a goddess and all but she thinks that they're idiots and should kiss already.

techno and kristin don't end up together in every scenario, but i that's more due to the "specific techno" that is in my head for whatever fic i have in mind. usually they have more of a companionship in their mutual love for phil, but i do like to imagine the ways that they can fall for eachother!

similarly to techza, they represent blood and death, so that's already some good solid ground to build on, they've probably been close to meeting/met more than once before, even if they don't know eachother's names.

their chemistry is not usually explored, i'd like to see it more. literally yesterday i was thinking of switching positions and making techno and kristin meet/marry first, and how phil would eventually fall into that.

many thoughts about them. but to wrap it up: they're all in a very healthy relationship and they squish phil between eachother whenever they have the opportunity

#also i have just realized that if i tag the way i was planning to this will appear in main tags #so augh time to reconsider how to work around it and change all that #reaper trio #phistinblade #dsmpshipping #techza archive 2024 #techza archive march 2024 #author: techza archive #asks by: anonymous

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 3 years

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I have a head cannon that when technoblade becomes friends with someone he braids their hair he's so far done it to Tommy philza and ranboo but only philza knows why

This is such a good prompt thanks! I went a little overboard and added a lot of my own hc's, hope that’s okay! Quick note I’m not past exile yet so my apologies if bedrock bros and just Ranboo in general are slightly inaccurate

When Philza met Techno, Techno was only a child, barely even able to talk, sitting dead-eyed in the ruins of a piglin village, hiding under the rubble in the hopes he wouldn’t be spotted. Philza, of course, being Philza, basically immediately adopts him.

Philza tried his best, he really did, but this was in the middle of a war, and Philza didn’t really know that child soldiers aren’t the best thing (he never quite learnt that, honestly). Techno learnt to fight before he learnt to read.

When Techno was young, he always had his hair cut short and out of his face, but he really liked the small side braid that Philza always wore in his hair. He had started to grow it out a bit, but not long enough to braid, by the time he became the vessel of the Blood God.

Short side note, he and Philza were fighting against a cult, and they’d managed to capture Techno and brand the sigil of the God into his flesh allowing the Blood God to make Techno his champion. Needless to say, the cult was near immediately completely wiped out after this process was complete, but also Technoblade wasn’t exactly super thrilled with all this.

Along with the more obvious changes- glowing, blood-red eyes, growing to almost nine feet tall, an insatiable desire for a good fight, and the constant voices ringing in his head, the growth of his hair was barely noticeable. Sure, it touched the floor and regrew rapidly when cut, but it seemed to mystically never get in his way during combat.

During combat being the operative sentence. Even if it isn’t life threatening, constantly tripping over your own hair when you’re still trying to get used to being a good two feet taller than usual and the voices in your head constantly mocking you for it.

This is when Techno gets the idea to braid it, like Philza does! The issue is, he doesn’t know how to braid hair, and he’s been so terrified of accidentally hurting Philza with all of his changes that he’s been avoiding him best he can, so his attempts fail horribly.

Meanwhile, Philza's very concerned that Techno's started avoiding him. He’s actually really frightened that Techno hates him now, since as the champion of the Blood God, with the voices of it’s angels in his head now, he might well view all other gods as enemies, and Philza, as not only the most esteemed angel but the husband of the goddess Kristin, would be included in that.

Still, he was very concerned about how Techno was avoiding him, and eventually came into Techno's room to have a talk with him, and he walked in on one of Techno's honestly awful attempts at braiding his own hair.

Philza offers to help braid Techno's hair, and during this they have a long, long conversation about both of their worries. Techno reassures Philza that he doesn’t hate him (or Kristin, for that matter), and Philza reassures Techno that he’s not going to lose control. The voices decide that Philza is pretty pog, actually, and chill out a bit. Overall, it’s just a massive relief for everyone.

After this, Philza starts teaching Techno how to braid his hair. It’s a slow process- especially since braiding nine feet of hair is an ordeal- but it’s one of the few moments of peace in the Angel of Death and the champion of the Blood God's life. Once Techno learnt how to braid hair, he started braiding Philza's too. The two of them knew what it meant. I trust you, unconditionally, and without fail.

Hundreds of thousands of years pass. Nations rise and fall, legends are made, but Philza and Techno stick by each other’s side throughout it all. They maintain the tradition of braiding each other’s hair. Techno does not do it with anyone else, but Philza does it with whatever random of assortment of children is under his wing at the specific time. Techno can’t quite understand the mans attachment to whatever orphan he finds on the street. Even the ones who don’t die in the battlefield die too soon, and he can’t understand how you could let yourself go through the heartbreak of seeing their inevitable demise.

He doesn’t expect the latest batch to be any different. Sure, one's Philza's biological kid, so he’d theoretically be able to survive indefinitely, but he’s a creative type who’s so inept with a sword Techno's certain he’ll perish the second a war comes around. One's a failed clone of Philza, but the hybrid and human DNA he was given to stabilise him made him a mess of instincts with atrophied wings and constant sickness. And while the shine in the ram-boys eyes shine with an energy that's definitely a sign of some relation to the older species, everything else about him suggests a regular child who’ll pass and die in maybe a hundred years tops.

Still, when he receives a letter from Wilbur about a rebellion, Techno was excited to go. More for the fun of combat and of course overthrowing a tyrant, but he can’t help but feel proud of the boy he remembered once trying to pick up a sword blade-end becoming a capable general.

He honestly developed a respect for Tommy and Tubbo during Pogtopia. They were so young, and already capable warriors. He felt they were naive, with their talk about restarting a government, but held hope in them that they’d realise that anarchy would be preferable.

Still, they drifted apart, in no short part due to being pressured into canonically killing Tubbo and non-canonically killing Tommy. Techno would never admit it, but the anger in Tommy's eyes and the fear in Tubbo's whenever he was around stung a bit.

His few interactions with Tommy after the sixteenth lead him to believe that the boy didn’t want anything else to do with him, so he was surprised to find the boy shivering under his house, bruised and eerily quiet in comparison to the Tommy he was used to who would never stop talking.

The Blood God may be more traditionally thought of as a god of combat, of killing and of blood shed by violence, but that’s only scratching the surface of the Blood God's dominion. It is also a god of anarchy, of freedom, of vengeance, and of protecting those who cannot protect themselves. And as a champion of the Blood God, Techno would have hesitated throwing out even someone he despised in those circumstances, but Tommy? There was no way he wouldn’t have helped him, despite how much he grumbled and groaned (that, at least, was easier than admitting attachment).

Techno tries, he really does. But he mistakes bruises and scars caused by cruel hands to the ones a younger Tommy came home with on accident due to his frailness, the possessiveness of the man who hurt him as he came in search as him as overbearing concern instead of obsession. He chalks up confused feelings to some awful accident, unwilling to pry in the clearly distressed child's business (and while he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to think that Dream, his friendly rival for thousands of years, might be truly a monster.)

The first time Techno offered to braid Tommy's hair, he didn’t even realise what he offered until he’d already said it. Tommy was just sat, shivering, despite being curled up in one of Techno's cloaks in front of the fire, and Techno'd noticed how Tommy's long hair always got in his face, and he kept raising a shaking hand to push too long hair out of his face, and Techno couldn't help but be reminded of himself long ago, scared to leave his room and dealing with hair far too long for for himself.

That’s not to say he had any regrets, though.

Techno braided Tommy's hair every day after that. Honestly, on the days where he wasn’t shaking bad enough that he couldn’t braid his own hair it sort of annoyed Tommy- he felt a bit like he was being pitied, and that’s something he absolutely can’t fucking stand, but Techno's pity was far, far preferable to being back with Dream, watching the light slowly drain from his eyes in the reflection in the water every day, so he stayed quiet.

After Tommy's betrayal, Techno felt hurt- far, far more hurt than he’d ever found himself before. He’d given the boy his unconditional trust- showed it to him, every day, and Tommy couldn’t even show enough trust to stay by him.

The first time he saw Tommy after, still wearing a braid in his hair, a mockery of friendship, he punched through the walls in his home afterwards. Anger hurt less than sorrow, so he stewed in it, refusing to admit he still cared about the boy at all.

As such, it took him a long time to even braid his own hair, let alone anyone else’s. It was something that was safe, and now just reminded him of a boy who used his kindness and left it unrepaid.

The first person he started braiding the hair of again was Philza, not long after this. It was Philza, and Techno doubted he could lose trust in the man, even if he flat out stabbed him in the back quite literally. Philza was much closer to a friend than a father, but he was still the closest thing to family Techno had ever known.

Eventually though, somehow another boy managed to sneak past his defence. Ranboo was awkwardly tall and quiet with a crown and inexplicably good fighting skills, and Techno couldn’t help but like the boy who reminded him so much of himself. He supposes this is probably the closest he'll ever get to understanding Philza and his children.

Still, it takes a while for him to feel safe and comfortable braiding Ranboo's hair for him- as far as he was aware, Ranboo almost never had it loose out of the braid it was already in, anyway. The last time he trusted someone who reminded him of himself, it only hurt.

Eventually, though, Technoblade came around. Ranboo had just come out of one of his weird sleepwalking states, hair a mess and very distressed. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure if the kid had enough memory to know who he was, but he relaxed as Techno braided his hair and talked about nothing in particular.

Now, as Technoblade's founded the Syndicate, he's grown a little more comfortable showing affection to others, especially Philza and Ranboo. Niki's a little new, but Techno knows that someday soon he'll trust her enough to braid through her hair, and put his trust in her completely.

#Dream smp #dsmp #dream smp headcanon #dsmp headcanon #c!techno #c!tommy #c!philza #c!ranboo

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cinephilebella · 5 years

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Why I’m Seeing What I’m Seeing at TIFF19

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (dir. Céline Sciamma)

A Sapphic French love story set in the 1700s made by one of the best filmmakers currently working? How could I possibly refuse? Sciamma’s fourth feature film has been lauded for its distinct, erotic aesthetics that are marked by haunting and longing. In May, Cannes awarded the film with the Queer Palm, a triumph previously achieved by the likes of Xavier Dolan and Todd Haynes. This is one of my most anticipated films of the fest, and I’m in complete awe that it kicks off my TIFF19.

Blackbird (dir. Roger Michell)

Depressing, brooding family dramas have my name written all over them (re: KRISHA). On the precipice of death, a matriarch gathers her disjointed family for one last weekend together. I gravitate towards chaos that is different from action or adventure movies: I like small-scale strife that hits home, feels more personal than Tom Cruise flying over the Andes to save the world from god-knows-what. Plus, Kate Winslet is a goddess.

Military Wives (dir. Peter Cattaneo)

Kristin. Scott. Fucking. Thomas. Earlier this week I had a dream that I met her and she liked me because I could speak French to her – very wishful thinking. Films that centre on female collectives make me feel warm and gooey, thankful to have my own girls to call home. Military Wives looks heartfelt and kindred, a movie that I’ll eventually buy on DVD and watch whenever I need to cry (à la Steel Magnolias).

Dolemite is my Name (dir. Craig Brewer)

I figured we might sprinkle some dramedy into the mix of our viewings (my TIFF squad is definitely tired of me dragging them along to really sad shit). This isn’t a film that I’d usually see (read as: I only watch boring movies), which is why I liked it when my neighbour suggested it. I’m excited to watch this with an audience and feel the energy of the room come to life.

My Zoe (dir. Julie Delpy)

It’s Julie Delpy, bitch! My artistically gifted, spiritually inclined favourite French queen (I say that loosely because I have a multitude of French queens). I’ve seen every movie Delpy has made – 2 Days in Paris, the one about Elizabeth Bathory, Lolo – everything. I’m just a massive fan of the way her mind works, her sardonic sense of humour and dialogue, and her effortless performances. She is as hardworking and devoted as they come, and I couldn’t do this fest without watching her new one-woman-show.

The Goldfinch (dir. John Crowley)

Sometimes at TIFF, I get a little too invested in the hype. The Goldfinch is a perfect example of my need to be first to everything that’s popular. This looks good – I mean, it’s Nicole Kidman so of course it’s good (I also said that about Boy Erased last year) – but I’m more interested in the experience of the night. I’m ready to be pleasantly surprised!

The Audition (dir. Ina Weisse)

Nina Hoss is of the top 5 most talented actresses alive. Please quote me on that. The Audition appears reminiscent of La Pianiste – one of my all-time faves. Ever since I watched Phoenix, I knew I had to see Nina Hoss act on the big screen before I died. I’m looking forward to some bleak, German brooding and angst.

Mrs. Fletcher (dir. Nicole Holofcener)

I am, without question, Kathryn Hahn’s biggest fan and I don’t care to argue. I will support her in whatever she chooses to do, and lucky for me, she picks great movies. Mrs. Fletcher is a TV show written by Tom Perrotta – the same man who wrote The Leftovers (yes he’s a genius, but let’s move on). Even without Hahn, this series is up my alley: a middle aged woman going through an identity crisis that is mirrored by her son’s coming of age story. All the pieces are there for pure HBO magic.

Frankie (dir. Ira Sachs)

Isabelle Huppert! And Marisa Tomei! Directed by Ira Sachs! Seeing this film announced at the fest gave me the most immediate, natural body high I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m a huge fan of Sachs (his intimacy and deep reflection give me chills) and Huppert is the end all be all of acting. I think this film will be something special and unforgettable.

Clemency (dir. Chinonye Chukwu)

After all the buzz this got at Sundance, I knew I had to make it my priority at TIFF. Alfre Woodard is a masterclass performer, and I can only imagine how meaty and intense this role is. Clemency tells the story of a prison warden in charge of executions. CHILLING, I know. It’s the type of story you’d never think to tell, which is why it seems particularly haunting.

Radioactive (dir. Marjane Satrapi)

Yes, yes, YES to celebrating great women in history! This film is based on the life of Marie Curie, played by none other than Rosamund fucking Pike. Admittedly, I don’t know much about the famed scientist which is likely equal parts mine and the education system’s faults. Cinema has taught me more about women’s contributions to society than school has, and i’m hoping that Radioactive is an example of that.

Saint Maud (dir. Alice Glass)

Hello Jennifer Ehle! My indie queen! My underrated God! I began to notice Ehle when she would pop up in all of these movies that I found remarkable, ultimately meaning that she has a knack for starring in divine films. Saint Maud looks like a mix of indie horror drama that I cannot live without. This is sincerely my most anticipated film of the whole festival, and I haven’t even seen a trailer!

I’m so ready to dive into TIFF19.

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