#anxious technoblade

[sevengraces]

A Eulogy For Medusa, Odysseus, Theseus

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     After the execution Technoblade came home to an unexpected guest, it happens a little kinder than you remember.

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TW’s

-Canon typical references to violence

-Vague descriptions of an injury

-References to the execution

-References to the revolution of L'manburg

-Swearing (TommyInnit folks)

-C!Technoblade apologist behavior

     Technoblade stumbled home, tugging Carl along behind him. He was beginning to regret setting up his home so far from spawn at this point.

    The voices were chattering excitedly, with a sort of smug pride that left him torn between bitterness and ego. He was too tired to truly hear Chat but they weren’t quiet, they were never quiet.

    The totem had worked, he was alive.

    The voices let out a scoff;

    Technoblade never dies.

    He rested his head against Carls’ back as he tied him into the stable, he would have to move him somewhere safer soon.

    “Of course not, you doubt me Chat?” he mumbled halfheartedly.

    Chat snickered at his exhaustion but didn’t respond in any measurable way, simply mumbling to themselves.

    Techno closed the gate and wandered into his house, dropping his items on the basement floor immediately.

   “Blood for the blood God, Techno never dies, I’ll put it through your teeth!” He mocked the Chat quietly, “Just repeating me cons-” he cut himself off.

    There had been a soft swear at his entrance, not that he had noticed through his exhaustion, but he did notice the child quickly shuffling behind his chests for a place to hide. He stared at Tommy blankly.

    “Hey there big man! Uh-- interesting seeing you here.” Tommy took another half step back.

    Technoblade blinked slowly, “What are you doing in my house Tommy?”

    He laughed anxiously, “Well, you see, it is actually pretty funny and-” Tommy stopped midway through his rambled explanations, staring at the mans' arm, “Is that an open wound, are you bleeding?”

    The piglin raised an eyebrow before leaning against the ladder. “Mmhmm. Why’re ya in m’house?”

    “You- are, why are you bleeding Technoblade?” the boy asked in a strange voice.

    Techno sighed and slumped even further into the ladder, “S’it matter Tommy?It ev’r?”

    “Of course it-” Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed, “What’s wrong with you, you haven’t even tried to stab me yet, gone all puss?” he laughed hysterically.

    “Just died Innit, m’too tired to stab.”

    Chat laughed raucously at that;

    Poor little pig, you’re never too tired to stab.

    Never too tired,

    E

    Stab!

    Techno flicked his head in what might have been their direction and chuffed.

    “You died! No fucking way, there was no death message?”

    “Had a, a totem for it. Funny trick, y’shoulda seen Quackity! Wow that bas’ard was n’t happy.” Technoblade laughed to himself, “Wait, you shouldn’t be in my house! Ge’ out!” he stumbled over the words.

    Tommy paced back and forth a few times before stepping forward with his hands raised cautiously, “Listen, you don’t seem so hot big T, so uh, while I’d love to fucking dip and uh, avoid this problem, you seem in a real bad way dude. So how ‘bout you take your ass upstairs to sleep and I’ll call Philza or something?”

    Techno coughed out something resembling a laugh, “Whate’er, ‘ll deal with ya tomorrow.” he waved his hand vaguely in the boy's direction before pushing off the wall to head up the ladder.

    The boy stared at the pigman with what might have been concern, but even Techno wasn’t tired enough to see that so he just rolled his eyes at Chat and the boy. The world swayed dangerously before coming into a blurry focus as he landed on his knees.

    Tommy dove forward and caught him before he fell on his face. “What the fuck? The fuck, the fuck, uhm okay shit! Hey big man, big tough guy, The Blade! Whatcha doing here bud, this is not very pog champ my dude. You doing… good?”

    Technoblade huffed, “S’op touchin’ lil racoon.”

    Chat laughed loudly at that one, despite their masked concern.

    The boy pushed him against the wall and held him there, “Okay, ‘m gonna choose to believe that is the post-death talking and not take that shit personally cause I’m not a fucking raccoon, but whatever, sure. I’m calling Philza, Phil, Big P, Dadza, the Phil Man.”

    Tommy took a step back holding his hands as if the man might fall, before running to his communicator and calling Philza. “Minecraft, you free?”

    There was a moment of hesitation before a soft, “Tommy? Why are you calling me?”

    “Ha, ha, fucking yeah dude, so you’re uh good friends with The Blade right? ‘Cause I’m gonna be honest with ya Phil he’s got himself in a pretty fucking tight spot.” Tommy stared at the piglin before glancing away again.

    “Shit, already? What do you mean? Is he okay? Can I talk to him?”

    TommyInnit laughed, “See here's the thing, I don’t know! I was at his house, super not important by the way, and he just stumbles in fucking talking to himself before just barely noticing me and- and he’s fucking bleeding so much! I ask him what the fuck dude? And he just goes off about how it doesn’t matter, completely ignores it to complain about me being in his house, which again is not important! Then the asshole nearly collapses in on himself and I catch him cause I’m a big man but now he’s muttering and barely awake, and he apparently fucking died but didn’t-” the boy takes in a strained breath, “Philza I don’t know what to do, like obviously I’m the best and coolest and could do anything, but uh-uh I don’t want him to stab me if, when he really wakes up. So can you uh, get here?”

    Philza Minecraft bit his cheek for a very long time before whispering, “I’ll be there as soon as I can Tommy, keep that asshole awake until I get there.” The man hung up leaving silence like a gunshot.

    Tommy breathed in and out a few times before looking at the nearly unconscious man, “Fuck, okay.” he bounced in place and then dove forward and shoved himself under Techno’s arm. “Come on big man, here we go, do not fucking stab me or I’ll leave you to die again .”

    Chat tittered and Technoblade leaned away from the boy. “Leave m’ lone Innit.” the voices laughed again and began to murmur.

    TechnoTired!

    When TommyInnit has to save you.

    RIP.

    Tommy! He’ll save you!

    That's embarrassing,

    The man sighed once more and began to whine quietly, “Stop, stop, stop, shut up, please.”

    “Didn’t say anything big man, you’re fucking delirious.” he replied dragging the man out the basement door. “Fuck it’s cold, this is not pog, why the fuck do you live here dude?”

    Chat snickered,

    Aww, he’s cold!

    Baby need’s coat?

    L

    Friends arc!!

    Wait, isn’t Tommy a player, and Tech is from the Nether? Won’t he be colder?

    Baby!

    Technoblade grabbed at the door frame and muttered, “S’cold, get, no st’p.”

    “Fuck, okay, we’re going inside Tech, c’mon.” Tommy risked a glance at the horizon for mobs, “Don’t make this harder man c’mon!”

    The piglin eventually acquiesced, though whether because he understood or could no longer fight was unclear.

    They stumbled up the stairs with no interruption besides the intermittent hesitation from Techno. Tommy eventually dragged the man onto the main room couch.

    The child panted for a moment, “Okay, I can’t get you any higher cause you’re fucking heavy dude, but uh, this should work for now. Okay, okay, okay, keep Techno awake, wait for Philza, I can do this.”

    Technoblade grumbled, “Ph’lza ‘ere?”

    “No, uh- he’s on his way though? Alright, potions, that should help.”

    “Miss ‘im, where’s he at?”

    Chat got much louder.

    Tommy sighed and continued to dig through the pigmans' chests, “He’s on his way from fucking L’manburg, and I have to keep you breathing ‘till then so don’t stab me.”

    There was a long pause.

    “T’mmy?”

    The boy hummed distractedly.

    Technoblade tilted his head towards him, he was elbow deep in the main chests and the only thing that Techno could see was that he wasn’t wearing shoes.

    “Am I bad?” he asked with hesitation dripping from his words.

    Chat cooed incoherently, the white noise occasionally interrupted with;

    vulnerability pog!

    Tommy laughed, “Well you blew my fucking country up out of spite so who’s to fucking say.”

    “Oh Thes’us, not for spite.” The man whispered and lowered his head into the couch.

    Tommy pulled a few sweet smelling potions out of the chest and shuffled towards the dazed man. “What’s up with that hmm? Theseus ? How was that not spiteful?” The boy tilted a potion into Techno’s mouth before leaning against the arm of the couch.

    The potion eased the throbbing pain behind Techno’s eyes and he sighed softly, “Was a warn’ng kid. Soon as ya started that stup’d gov’rnment ‘t was obvious.”

    Tommy glared, “Whatever, there was no fucking way that you could see us start a government and then fucking know that I’d be exiled! Tubbo didn’t want to exile me goddammit!”

     Chat twittered anxiously and Techno huffed, “You’re j’st a kid, poor Theseus, ya nev’r had a chance.” the pig laid his head back against the arm of the couch as his head cleared, “Tommy.”

    The young boy looked up from the corner of his eyes at the clarity in Techno’s voice, “What?”

    “What did you think would happen? When you stated yourself president, then Wilbur, then Tubbo? God you’re all just kids.” He pulled his legs closer.

    “I- I just thought I’d get my discs back and rule L’manburg with Tubbo? We aren’t kids, we haven’t been for a while.” Tommy answered quietly.

    Technoblade gestured the boy onto the couch and waited, “You are kids, god you’re what? Sixteen? Just a kid, so was Tubbo. Dream was always gonna force your hand, you all but declared war on him for those stupid discs, of course he would make Tubbo isolate you kid. You saved your country Theseus, and they exiled you. They always exile you. Do you think Dream cares? He doesn’t.”

    “Oh and you do? What the fuck ever! You spawned withers to make a fucking point.” he spat.

    Techno glared at the boy on the other end of the couch. “What did you want me to do, hmm? Beg? Beg you not to do this to yourself? Beg you not to do this to everyone else? You said it yourself Theseus , I’m The Blade. ” He paused and whispered to himself, “Only ever The Blade.”

    Tommy's head shot up at the whisper, “Why do you say it like that? Like it’s a punishment?”

    Technoblade smiled ruefully before muttering to Chat, “Poor kid, he doesn’t know guys, he has no clue.”

    “Who are you talking to? What don’t I know you asshole?” the kid leaned into the other side of the couch, barely remembering to inject the venom into his voice.

    “I’m not talking to anyone, Innit. I’m never talking to anyone.” The man angled his head so that he could look at Tommy. “What you don’t know about Theseus , what I tried to tell you with my little demonstration, my little ‘parable’, was this; the hero never wins. They always lose. Save your city-state, get exiled. Dedicate yourself to your goddess, die a hunted monster. Sacrifice everything to get home, find your home gone when you return. Once you’re a legend Tommy, once you are a god, a hero, once they give you a title , your ending is forfeit. Your story is written in the stars, but so is the ending.”

    Tommy stared at the man, opening and closing his mouth. “Wh- why do you care? Why do you want me to know? Why do you give a shit whether or not L’manburg gets to kill itself? Why would you fucking help us if you thought that the only option was martyrdom?”

    Technoblade shook his head, and laughed softly to himself.

    The voices murmured anxiously and snickered.

    “TommyInnit, are you asking me why I funded and powered your little revolution? Why I helped you if I knew what happened to heroes ?” Techno sneered on the last word.

    Tommy nodded slowly.

    “People deserve to exist Innit, they deserve to come home in peace and wake up softly without a racing heart. That is why I fought for your cause. Schlatt may have been elected, but you and I both agree he was a corrupt dictator.” Techno took a swig of another potion.

    “But uh- what about Theseus? And Medusa, and Odysseus? You knew what happened to the heroes! If you knew, why would you try and save us? You knew we would start another government!” Tommy had spun around in his seat and was making unwavering eye contact, practically hanging on the piglins next words.

    The voices paused in their background chatter, seemingly holding their breath.

    Technoblade swallowed down another potion and tilted his head to the side, “I already have a title Tommy. I am The Blade, the feared warrior, the best tool . My story is in the stars too; right next to Medusa, right next to Odysseus, and right next to Theseus. I know my story ends lonely and bloody, TommyInnit. I know if I do a thousand good deeds, or I do one, I’ll die with blood in my mouth and bruises on my knuckles. I know that Perseus is the exception and not the rule.”

    The pig placed the empty potion bottle on the ground and winced, “I mean listen Innit, I literally retired! I didn’t bother your new government, I could’ve stopped it anytime Tommy. I left you all alone, I figured fine, you want it so bad you can have it. What’s the saying? No good deed goes unpunished. They executed me. No trial, no appeal. Just me in a cage, your best friend at the podium, and an anvil. They hunted me down and killed me, and locked up my only friend for no reason other than that he knows me, they made him watch.”

    Tommy sat in silence for a long time. He inspected the pigman slowly.

    The man was propped up against the armrest on the opposite end of the couch, his legs were curled towards himself with his hooves tucked under his body. His head was resting in the palm of his hand as he stared into the middle distance, wincing at his headache occasionally. His clothes were torn and his forehead was covered in sweat. There was a broken gold ring hanging limply off his tusks and one of his emerald earrings was missing.

    “Didn’t, didn’t you know that we’d start another government?” He finally asked.

    Technoblade smiled and closed his eyes, leaning into the palm of his hand a little harder, “Of course I knew Theseus, I’m not an idiot. You told me you would.”

    Tommy furrowed his brow and swung his legs into the free cushion between the two of them. “If you knew then… Why? Why did you give us gear, weapons, armor, and help? Wouldn’t it be time to fucking leave us to dry once you heard that we’d reinstate a government?”

    “Tommy, disregarding the fact that Schlatt deserved to be taken down, I had hoped that even when you three rebuilt what we’d just destroyed that someone would decide to leave, that some citizens might flee, and even that maybe one of you would hesitate. That just for a moment you might consider something kinder. All those people deserved a chance to run, and you all deserved a chance to be better than my worst suspicions.” Techno scoffed, “It was naive of me, and I should’ve known better but, well, everyone wants to be a hero at least once. I should’ve known better than to think I could be anything but The Blade , but I had hoped.”

    The young boy glanced at the piglin and his sad smile, he rated a gentle hand on his shoulder and responded hesitantly; “If uh, if I’m Theseus then who are you? The Minotaur? You certainly smell bad enough!” he laughed and elbowed the man, before moving to collect the empty bottles.

    Technoblade cracked a more genuine smile, “Ha ha Innit, as if. We all know Technoblade never dies.”

    Tommy laughed louder and grabbed another potion while he checked his communicator for more information from Philza. “If you say so, big man.” He shook his head and snuck a look at the larger man out of the corner of his eyes. The boy took a quick step forward and cleared his throat. “Techno listen,” he started with a less jovial tone, “about what you said, y’know earlier?”

    Techno looked up and nodded cautiously.

    “I don’t uh, I don’t think you’re a uh-” he scratched the back of his head, “you know, you aren’t so bad, I don’t think that you’d qualify as a, y’know bad person. Just in general.”

    Tommy took a few steps back and looked anywhere but at the pigman for a long moment, before screwing up his courage and peeking out from behind his fringe.

    Technoblade was smiling softly with wide, suspiciously shiny, eyes. He rubbed a hand across his eyes quickly but didn’t quite manage to wipe the soft awe off his face. “Uhm, I- thanks kid. I ‘preciate it.” he coughed, and looked down quickly before clearing his throat.

    Chat cooed loudly in his head;

    Blushy Blade!

    Technoshy!!

    C’mon guys don’t be mean!

    EEEEEeeeeeE

    Techno bit his lip and glared at the floor, mentally cursing his internal audience.

    TommyInnit smiled again and handed him the potion he had been fiddling with, “Anytime big man. Just uh, don’t die next time you need a pep talk? There are for sure easier ways to contact me.”

    Technoblade laughed sharply, “Whatever Innit! You’re the one in my house! What are you even doing here?”

    He laughed faux-nervously and headed towards the kitchen, “That is so not important right now!”

#dsmp #mcyts #c!technoblade #c!tommyinnit #references to c!philzaminecraft #hurt/comfort #technoblade centric #hoghunt era #dsmp lore #fanfiction #technoblade apologism #anxious technoblade

[heythereimb]

The Month I was Never Meant to See

Hey there I'm B. I have sarcoma. If you're reading this, it's December.

I know to most people that doesn't mean a whole lot beyond the holidays. This month for me is surreal in many ways.

Earlier this year, I learned that the cancer I had was misdiagnosed. I was given a new terminal diagnosis of stage 4 sarcoma. If I decided to stop treatment and go into hospice care, I wasn’t expected to see Christmas of the same year.

I chose to continue to persue treatment to, at the very least, hopefully prolong my life.

Staring down the barrel of this month is horrifying. Every day of it is one I wasn’t supposed to see. Then again every day of it feels like it could be the last. It's this sickening mix of pride and panic.

This is a time I didn’t expect to see. Even with treatment. Every day I wake up is a relief but also fills me with fear. Yes I woke up today but what about tomorrow?

With the way things are looking for me, this fear can be considered almost irrational. Yes I'm sick, yes I'm weak, but I'm also going through treatment. Treatment that has me on a trajectory for recovery.

So why am I still experiencing this fear?

The simple answer is trauma. I was given a time limit for how long I'll live. Once you've been told that, you can't unhear it. It’s impossible to forget the time you shouldn't be here to see. This time where you weren't expected to be alive. It's a sureal and hard to explain experience. I feel like I'm in the back of a store or wandered into a construction zone. It's a feeling of wrongness, of "I'm not supposed to be here". I'm out of place in my own life.

So here I am. In the month I was never meant to see. Crawling my way through it in disbelief. I won't be able to relax until I've made it out the other side.

Until next time

Cross-post from Reddit

#im so anxious #im giving myself stomach ulcers #existing is exhausting #cancer #cancer patient #cancer awareness #cancer patients #technoblade #technoblr #heythereimb #dsmp techno

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I was just rewatching an old Ranboo and Technoblade VOD from way back just after Doomsday, and I don't think it is possible for anything to be funnier than Technoblade and Ranboo both mutually turning into bundles of social anxiety and dancing around each other

#to clarify: what I mean is how they both are just super awkward and shy and sometimes try to avoid each other #early on in their friendship they were both just equally afraid of talking to the other and it was so funny #and in fanfics where they're teying to bond but have no freaking clue what theyre doing and both have such vastly different social cues #I just love watching these two socially anxious dorks try to coexist #they don't know what theyre doing at all #dream smp #ranboo #technoblade #peerpeessureduo #peer pressure duo #dsmp ranboo #dsmp technoblade #rambling about blorbos

[a1t-alt]

I miss c!Ranboo...

I miss falling asleep during the mining streams and waking up to screaming or shouting or Tubbo and just laughing my ass off, then having to go back and watch the vod to see what I missed. I miss c!beeduo family and beeduo logging on in unison to protect their little dumb little stinky little guy (/lh /a). I miss getting excited for a stream only for Ranboo to go live with the lore screen, and getting so anxious I got sick- I miss the goofy lore, the stuff that happened after or in between the scripted bits. I miss c!Ranboo doing everything in his power to please everyone just because he couldn't stomach the idea of someone not liking him/ not feeling safe around him. I miss so many dumb things that I know we'll never get back. He's.. he's not getting revived, not how we might think or hope, I imagine.

Ghostboo is such an interesting character, and I adore his character flaws and mistakes and how he's portrayed. I love that he cares so deeply for Michael and has him safely kept in his- in c!Ranboo's home, in the Arctic. I love that he and Aimsey got close, and that he messed up their friendship in the stupidest possible way. I love that c!Tubbo loathes Ghostboo with a passion, because he's not c!Ranboo- he's not him.

I miss the lore streams.. and watching all the POVs to catch the little things you might not see otherwise. I miss getting so unfathomably motivated to make art over the smallest dumbest little details. I miss seeing so many people come together to tell a story that's so vast yet so we'll put together. I miss the nonsense. I miss the chaos. I miss cc!Tommy playing his heart out through his character, and cc!Tubbo being unsure and fumbling or!! being one of the most well played characters! I miss c!Sam, from before the prison, with c!Tommy. I miss Sam Nook and c!Tommy's healing arc. I miss when Phil and Techno let Ranboo move in, and him living in a tiny shack.

There are.. so many things that I'm forgetting, things I used to hold so close to my heart, things I want to see more of. But times have changed. People have changed. And that's okay! It's good- change and growth is good! I may not be certain on how I feel about the upcoming DSMP lore/ story (quite frankly, I haven't seen or heard much on it), I am excited to see people play again. I'm excited to see people start from scratch and build together again. I'm excited to see where people take their characterisations and how often they'll be on, how often they'll be making lore. I miss the Dream SMP, and how close it was to my heart and soul. I want to hold it as close as I used to, because it was one of the only things that got me through the last 2 years.

Sorry for rambling kings, I was just.. thinking, and needed to post on this <3

#dsmp #dream smp #ranboo #c!ranboo #ghostboo #tommyinnit #c!tommyinnit #tubbo #c!tubbo #philza #c!philza #technoblade #c!technoblade #awesamdude #c!awesamdude #sorry for so many i just wanna be thorough #i should really see what dream has said about the new server stuff huh lol #i guess ive just been to anxious to #we'll see i suppose #thanks for listening to me rant

[wormliness]

cwilbur doesnt have the voices he just talks to himself a lot. and he just doesnt realize that everyone else in his family is talking to some form of higher being superimposed into their brain until one day he hears ctechno say "the voices are sure are quiet today, huh" and cwilbur goes "what the FUCK are you talking about?"

#cwilbur: techno im gonna need to to dial that one back #(5 minutes later) ctechno: wil i have no idea how youve avoided learning this fact about me for literal decades #wilbur soot #technoblade #dsmp #dream smp #twins duo #sbi #listen you all need to understand my agenda that cwilbur is just a normal guy with mental illness #wrmls #wilbur #techno #cwilbur just anxious meanwhile ctechno is talking to the raucous chorus of otherworldly beings demand that he spill blood

[moonlight-doodles]

I’ve not given up on mermay so i doodled up the missing days (aka 2-6) in the last few days (making it two posts tho)

here are 2, 3 and 5 which had the prompts phantom, treasure and stars

#mermay #technoblade #ranboo #george #dream #dsmp #dnf #thats it thats the whole au. merboo is anxious technofish sleeps on his hoard and dream and george are dnf'ing #(i STILL dont know what will be end game for this au maybe ill just end it with dnb+dnf bc. dream does have Two hands) #test-wise design for ranboo based on an eel #i wanted to go angler fish first but like. only the female ones have the Cool Traits #dsmp mer au #my art

[eefsmells]

may not have been a fan as long as others, but fly high techno. watching your videos and streams always brought me such joy.

#technoblade #rip technoblade #death tw #tw death #god i woke up feeling so anxious and sick then i saw the news #man #much love to his family #i cant imagine how hard this must be for them #nate.txt

[mcyt-trios]

PROPAGANDA:

Familoier:

I CANT SPEND THE NEXT HOUR TYPING

THE TRIO OF ALL TIME TRULY- ALL 3 OF THEM LOVE AND CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH- LIKE ROIER AND CELLBIT ARE MARREID YEAH BUT THEY STILL CONSIDER JAIDEN PART OF THEIR FAMILY SHE IS IMPORTANT TO THEM AND THEY ARE IMPORTANT TO HER- ROIER AND JAIDEN WILL ALWAYS BE PARTNERS NO MATTER WHAT

theee relationship of all time: roier is husbands with cellbit and jaiden is his qpp, they are all so caring for each other and they have had their tension and their bad moments but there's a genuine want to communicate and grow better all the time :( <3

Cellbit and Roier are romantic married, Roier and Jaiden were platonic partners raising a child together, and all 3 are chaos together! But get along so so well! They support each other so much and care about each other so deeply and they are all Sillies

this is jaiden, and this is jaiden's partner/ the father of her child roier, and this is roier's cannibal husband cellbit

Boreal Trio:

look. look okay so youve got two battle hardened at least mildly immortal warrior brothers-in-arms slash best friends slash partners for life, and then youve got this anxious, queer wet cat of an enderman who lives in their shed. oooh my god this is gonna be so incoherent im so sorry. ranboo was doing soooo awful when doomsday happened and both techno and phil immediately went him. that one. he needs to be safe and supported and away from all of this he should come with us. only if he wants to. and he did want to!! he was soo anxious but he got more confident!! none of them are great at expressing their feelings verbally (techno is but he also does other things) so they do it in other ways! phil rushing over as soon as he hears ranboo CLOSE to water because he knows it hurts him! techno moving the prison break up from 'some time soon i guess' to 'now now we are leaving now we are doing this RIGHT NOW' as SOON as ranboo gets detained!! avenging his ghost, throwing any and all hesitation about tubbo away to work with him because that was what ranboo wanted, that was what he asked. always checking in and making sure he was okay. all three of them are soooo dysfunctional but i love them so much. think of the mansion raid streams!! techno and ranboo off adventuring, phil taking care of the animals and getting up at 3am real time to trigger their stasis chambers!! they care about each other all so fucking much and they are a family! please vote for them i will be very sad otherwise :(

#mcyt-trios #mcytblr trio bracket #mcyt #polls #round 4

[merao-mariposa]

I'm weak for Phil/Missa with a worship focus

Think about this:

We're looking at the angel of death and a reaper of death.

We are seeing the guy who has survived everything since the beginning of time and the guy who keeps dying, and coming back, choosing what he always wants to return to.

They are united more than they should while one wields a sword to defend those he loves, the other clears the clouds in their loved ones path because he loves them! He wants them to be happy!

They will both forever remember those who were in their heart, The Antartic Empire and Team Vacío Legal lives forever, no matter how much time passes because they were loved by Philza and Missa; the most loyal immortals.

Oh! And something more; the focus on their immortality is so unique! When did I meet him I was told that; “The only thing Phil knows is that he has not died yet” But Missa I think is very aware of his death, he died, he died and he came back with a fourth chance when the others had until the third chance to return and he came back from the dead a fourth time. time, he would do it a fifth, sixth and seventh time he would do it all over again because he cares about.

While Philza in life gives everything of himself for people once they earn his loyalty, trust and appreciation. He won't stop being the same emotional-constipate-crow-dude but God knows he will follow his closest friends to the end of the world, he took the world alongside Technoblade and then he would destroyed another next to him! He is a patient crow, domesticated by death herselft (for whom he is waiting patiently to be with her) staying home and being domestic? He can do it, chaotic raiding dungeons and loting everything that makes his “shiny!” Brain go?, he won't say no. This man can do both if the people he cares ask him.

We have years of lore about Phil, I'll be honest. while we don't have much information about Missa but what we do have comes from HIM and US (his community) do you want a prince-ish son of la Santa muerte? He can be, do you want an labor overexploited reaper? poor thing lmao but here him is! Do you want him to be 26 (or more) meters high? well, ask the admins but no one will deny you //I have seen him ominous, savage, bear hybrid, anguished, violent, etc, the limit is in the imagination!

(You have so many styles)

They worship each other by the way they complement each other. Just by thinking of Philza as the one who has not died, silent and anxious, waiting almost patiently for his complement, his missing half, the father of his children and his husband to return to him after literally being in the center of the end, the end of their life together, the end of watching his children grow and grow, until grow old (even though the mere thought of them aging beyond them breaks him)

After literally being in death and its domain only to choose to return, Missa would never believe in taking away Phil's free will so he's prepared to not see him there, he'll be fine; It is his right. Someone like him with the eternity in front of him would get bored of waiting for a guy like Missa.

Only to arrive and be absolutely adored and hugged till death (again) by his husband. He is happy to see him, he is so glad to see him waiting for him, Philza is happy that not so much of that so-called “time” has passed since the last time he had him in his arms (where Missas belongs to), so happy that their life together is not over yet. A life he loves and a husband he would fight for until he dies.

Obviously he drags him into the house where Missa is absolutely delighted to be welcomed (he always will be) like a crow carrying a new treasure to adore to its hiding place, only that Missa in his soul shines brighter than many of his shinys.

Missa is a reaper of death, literally a part of him feels explicitly built to respond to Phil as his angel or to BBH as a companion of duty, but it's too much, almost too instinctive and natural for him to worship Phil, not that he has a lot of experience but it is nothing like the crush he once had with Quakity, this is more real and deeper than the kiss he shared with Roier.

It's almost like nature for him to adore Philza.

And he doesn't make it any easier for poor Missa, so great and kind, Missa will always be vocal about how incredible and charming his husband is, how much he wants to spend time with him despite the adversities and hazards of the job that he does. prevent, they are worth it as long as he can be under his presence like a cat with sunlight.

It doesn't matter if Phil doesn't want him anymore because Missa is his because he decided it for himself/the skeleton isn't going anywhere, Phil is patient but as long as they are on the same earthly plane of life he is not going to let go of Missa, simply because he is loyal to him (hes also a little chaotic, not above dragging Missa around like putting a collar on a wet kitten)

En conclusión:

DEATHDUO KILL ME YAIIII :DDDD

❗️How we interpret their relationship does not change that Phil took the name “platonic husbands” correctly. (Pissa AND deathduo are totally valid, don't worry, we can get both :D )❗️

#pissa #death duo #qsmp deathduo #death family #qsmp tallulah #qsmp #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #deathduo #analisys #kinda;? #qsmp eggs #qsmpblr #i dont know how to tag this #in general lol #qsmp etoiles #<—- #mentioned #qsmp pissa #long post #so normal about deathduo #queer platonic marriage hits hard #also could make them kiss

[antimony-medusa]

Okay this is 100% discourse, so maybe avert your eyes if you don't want to see me wail at the heavens, but for a fandom so anxious about boundaries, we haven't actually been very good in practice at respecting the actual stated boundaries the streamers put down, and I think it shows what we're actually policing, which is not things to make the streamers comfortable, it's stuff to make us comfortable.

This ranges from inventing new boundaries for people (you can't use neopronouns for ranboo, their pronouns are he/they; there's no boundaries on dark content for streamers so obviously we have to invent and enforce dark sbi rules ourselves) and then harassing people based on those boundaries that we just made up, to ignoring the actual things that the streamers said if we don't agree with them (cc!dream said he was uncomfortable with gore art back during the revolutionary war/exile but he's a villain, right, so we can just do whatever we want with the character, right?) and just doing whatever we want.

This is a recurring problem, with people violently policing boundaries that the fandom has all agreed on, to the point of doxxing and harassment and death threats, and ignoring boundaries that they have decided "don't make sense".

Like here's the example I put in the tags earlier, which is Technoblade related. Everyone knows that family dynamic is great and shipping is a no-go, right? But if you actually go looking for the clips, (or listen to streams in the background recursively while you're doing other things), you'll find that what Technoblade said about shipping was that it was "kinda cringe" (I think the list of things he said was cringe included reading percy jackson books and talking like you're better at video games than you actually are), and he was MUCH stronger in saying that he didn't like family dynamic in canon, saying that he didn't like it, that it was non-canon, and he'd never betray his family like that.

But if you look at the entire "found family" tag on Ao3, 19,860 stories, Technoblade is tagged into 29% of them. That's 5,760 fics just blowing right past what Technoblade said. Boom. Taking that character from his political anarchist setting and setting him right down in a royalty au w. younger siblings.

Because obviously a family dynamic isn't actually going to hurt someone's feelings or make them feel weird, the fandom has agreed, so what he must mean was that saying that family dynamic was actual literal canon is the only bad thing (I have been clotheslined by family dynamic written into stuff tagged as "canon compliant" multiple times as well,) and we can continue with the fun family stuff, right? Because someone saying they don't like family dynamic doesn't make Sense, in the way that I like it, the fandom has agreed, so we can just ignore that clip. Honestly I think that a ton of people have no idea that Technoblade ever said anything negative about family dynamic, because that clip is never brought out or talked about. I literally only know about it because I've watched that stream.

Meanwhile, the much less firmly stated boundary when it comes to shipping is absolutely doubled down on and brought out to justify mobbing people off the internet, because everyone already knows that shipping is bad and terrible and tainted and horrible to do and we don't like it, so even the slightest indication that it's out has to be grabbed and used to police people. So that everyone can be very to sure themselves that what they're doing is not weird, and the streamers are okay with it, and if I showed them my fic they'd say they liked it.

They're not going to give the Ok to your fic, because the fic isn't FOR them, and it shouldn't be. It's for the other weird fans who can't stop thinking about the block men characters, it's not for the actors. The actors have their own lives, leave them alone.

To be clear, I am not saying that we should stop writing family dynamic to respect Technoblade's feelings. Among other things, I don't think he's checking his character tag on Ao3 right now. But like, I've talked before about the way that boundaries culture ends up working in practice, and how constantly bringing problems up to streamers just ends up showing them all the things that are the most weird to the streamer. You only have to look at what most of Benchtrio has done in terms of boundaries, which has been transitioning from very explict boundaries with details on everything to just saying "just use your manners," stopping answering questions, and telling people to actually think about what they're showing the streamer instead of expecting someone to weigh in on it for them.

But even when it comes to the boundaries that we do have, that we know about, the way people enforce them seems to be less about actually respecting what the creators like, and more about making sure we're morally pure and never have to see something that we personally don't like, and we don't happen to have any of that nasty boys kissing content in our work, because we all know that's terrible. (And as someone who's seen crackdowns on LGBTQIA content several times, that certainly has unfortunate overtones.)

As long as it's all kept away from the creators, I really think that fluffy cuddly family dynamic and kissing fic and hardcore whump all falls into the category of "not for the creators, they might find that one weird, but you do you". Like keep it away from the streamers, use your brain, but like, it's all a bit weird and for fun. Let it be weird and for fun in a secluded part of the internet, keep it away from the streamers, tag your shit for people who don't want to see it, and go to town.

So just like, I really think that "creator boundaries" should be more about using your brain as to what you show the streamer, and less about harassing someone off the internet cause they drew kissing art.

#discourse #technoblade #dsmpshipping #how's THAT for a rent-lowering shotgun blast #fandom meta

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Missing peerpressureduo hours so I've been thinking about a Fae AU where claiming a human is a fae rite of passage. You must claim one when you come of age, or you'll be kicked out of your court. And fae usually do not survive long without a court to live in - nor are other courts likely to take you in after being kicked out of your own.

Fae!Ranboo is extremely anxious about this. He's not very good at any other fae-related things so he's already the lowest rank he could possibly be. But if he succeeds in claiming a human, at least he'll get to live. It'll be a pitiful existence, but still. When he's old enough, he sets out into the human realm with desperation in his heart and a singular goal in mind: to steal a name. Any name.

Enter Technoblade.

Ranboo claims Techno, mostly because Ranboo is such a pathetic wet cat of a man that Techno can't help but feel awkwardly bad for him, and he ends up lowering his guard. And maybe Ranboo is a little more tricky than Techno gave him credit for too.

Techno is - understandably - pretty pissed when he finds out. But he can't do anything about it because Ranboo's deal was incredibly thorough and Techno is now bonded to not do anything against Ranboo's will. This includes hurting Ranboo or refusing to go with him/trying to run away. So basically Ranboo just has ownership of the angriest, most snarky human in existence.

They go back to court where Ranboo is not only allowed to stay, he's boosted to one of the highest possible ranks. As it turns out, Techno is a human of great renown in the fae world, not only because he's a great warrior and dangerous tactician, but also because he's the only human who ever got claimed by a fae before and weaseled his way out of it.

(The fae in question was Skeppy. And he's still very salty about being reverse-tricked by a human.)

So what Ranboo has done is super impressive. And he's accepted as one of the highest members of fae court.

Further on the story would include stuff like: Fae politics that are very tricky and dangerous because other fae would love to get rid of Ranboo and yoink Techno, Techno slowly warming up to Ranboo and friendship and him helping in the politics because he doesn't want to be yoinked by somebody else, AND Skeppy showing up and charging for joined custody over Techno and the court has to humor him because this is kind of a never-before-seen situation. Quackity is the lawyer in fae court.

(Also like, dark!ranboo and maybe dark!sbi/dark!other character vibes because it's me. I'm going to make the fae protective/possessive over their human <3)

#ranboo #technoblade #thoughts #there's a bit more but it's all rolling around in the brain #i'll answer asks or write more later #if only i could come up with a name

[dr3amofagame]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream sneaks into Pogtopia to see Wilbur

woo! managed to finish this in time. kinda unedited and kinda a mess but i've missed writing these guys; i'm deeefinitely in need of more practice to get c!wilbur's voice down, but hopefully this can be the start of me writing some more fic set earlier in the timeline, LMAO.

thanks @elmhat for the awesome event!! been epic to see people's submissions and i cant wait to see this continue. ur awesome &lt;3

c!dream meets up with c!wilbur to tell him about a change to their plans | 2.3k words

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<Dream> be there in 5 

The communicator in Wilbur’s hand casts a pale glow onto the palm of his hand, the only light he has to guide him as he paces the length of the hollowed-out room; it’s dark, zombies groaning somewhere outside, the dead singing their songs, shuffling through underbrush in the belly of the forest that surrounds Pogtopia. The air is musty in their little dugout, a claustrophobic awning of stone carved into the side of a hill, well-shadowed even during the day, the darkness swallowing the wan light of the comm in his hands now. He can barely see the floor underneath him as he walks, shuffling steps forward and back, ten paces each. He presses his hand against the wall, turning to the entrance and standing still. 

Phil always had a whole thing about light, Wilbur having grown up on lectures about light levels and spawn-proofing and the dangers of leaving cavities unlit while mining, had grilled him on different ways of keeping a room from becoming a death trap. Carpets, half-slabs, glass. How many times had he been warned of the danger presented by surprise creepers and dark corners? 

Phil had never been much of a fan of explosions. 

The main server is mostly well-lit, but the secrecy demanded by revolution effort means that the forest surrounding Pogtopia gets much darker. Not that he’s in the main ravine at the minute–with the amount of people coming and going as of late, Dream had wanted their meeting to be in a slightly more discreet location, and Wilbur had agreed. It was easy enough to slip away with Technoblade once again off to do his own thing and Tommy having run off to find Tubbo, and Wilbur had managed to arrive to the room sufficiently early before sunset to prevent himself from getting ambushed by mobs. 

He slips his hand into his coat pocket. Chekov’s gun is smooth and cold against the palm of his hand, polished wood and metal. He smooths the pads of his fingers down the barrel, over the trigger. He leaves it, pulling out a half-empty pack of cigarettes instead. His lighter provides a clearer view of the room, still empty. Dream is late. 

Dream is usually late, then again–it’s expected, really, with the way he runs around the server, always busy, always chasing down those plans of his, smart man that he is. Dream likes his secrets, his mystery, mask and armor all made to keep his cards close to his chest–Wilbur can hardly fault him for it, god no. Dream has what he wants, just as they all do, all of them tripping over themselves in their ambition, crabs in a bucket, the pledges to help the revolution coming from each one that jumps off of Schlatt’s sinking ship. He breathes in deep, smoke coating his lungs with tar. 

“Wilbur?” 

Light throws itself into the room from the entrance, rippling wildly as the fire on the end of Dream’s torch burns, casting wild shadows over his mask as he squeezes himself inside. Despite his armor, he has an uncanny knack for moving silently, cloak and hood pulled low over his head so that only the edge of the painted smile is visible. The torch is raised higher, moved left and right as Dream surveys the contents of the room around them. Wilbur smiles and tips his head towards him in greeting. 

“Dream, my man. How good to see you again.” 

“Wilbur…” Dream’s voice trails off. His head turns from one side to the other, making another anxious sweep of the room before refocusing on Wilbur, his hand moving to pull his hood down and then run his hand through his hair, having been pressed flat by the heavy fabric. The blank face of his mask stares back at Wilbur, tilting to the side like a confused dog as he shakes out his shoulders. “We…need to talk.” 

“Well? I’m all ears.” He gestures at himself, leaning against the wall of the room. Dream turns to look over his shoulder again. His armor glimmers, the light of the runes on their surface made more obvious in the dark. He bounces on the balls of his feet, reaches up once again to tug his fingers through his hair.

“It’s important.” No shit, Wilbur almost says, because for all that Dream might think that his mask hides everything he’s thinking, he’s never quite been as guarded with his body language as he might hope; the anxiety rolling off of every jerky movement is enough to set Wilbur’s teeth on edge as it is, never mind the long silences and hesitation, but he’s not stupid enough to think that that would get him anything resembling an answer. Instead, he raises an eyebrow, smiles wider, and spits out another curling thread of smoke.

“You’re an important man. I should hope so.” 

Dream pauses at that. His head does that tilt-thing again. “...alright.” 

“So? What is it? Do tell.” Has Dream decided to go against him? Perhaps. His enthusiasm with regards to their plan is more unpredictable than Wilbur had expected, sometimes perfectly willing, sometimes hesitant to agree to much of anything. But he had agreed, nonetheless, had provided the TNT that Wilbur has set sprawling underneath Manberg’s main stage; cold feet, now, would be rather unprecedented. Still, it’s Dream–very little can be discounted when Dream is in the picture, Wilbur knows. He places his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edge, pistol brushing against his fingertips. “I hate to push, but the suspense is killing me.” 

Dream takes another second, then reaches behind his head. Wilbur straightens where he’s standing, suddenly curious, as he removes his mask. 

He’s seen Dream without it only a few times–all able to be counted on one hand, this one included. The light of the torch illuminates his face from the chin up, cast shadows highlighting the contours of his skull, the contours of his cheeks, light catching under his brows. His features are delicate in a way that still surprises him, a smattering of freckles over the nose of his bridge made visible as he raises the torch higher. Dream’s eyes are a little wide, a little bloodshot. He bites his bottom lip, blinking twice in quick succession, eyes darting over the walls and then back to Wilbur’s face. 

“Schlatt called me. For a meeting earlier.” 

“Schlatt?” 

“He knows about the TNT.” 

Wilbur blinks. “Well, fuck.” 

“Look–Wilbur, look.” Dream makes a little move with his hands, shaking them out by the wrists. “It’s not–it’s not the end of. This, okay? But, he knows. I didn’t tell him. I don’t know how he found out, I don’t know if someone told him, I haven’t told anyone, but–he knows. We can still work with this.” 

“Schlatt knows?” He searches Dream’s face. He seems earnest, but god knows, but what would he have to gain from lying about this, anyway? Who else could’ve told him–Tommy? Tommy might not tell Schlatt directly, but Tommy has never been good with secrets, letting anyone and everyone in on everything with an apparent inability to control his own tongue–

“--but it’s, fine. The TNT is still there, the room is still intact. I checked some of the wiring and it doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with. Wilbur, are you listening to me?” 

Wilbur waves him off. “I’m listening. Just keep going.” 

“I don’t think we need to change anything with the TNT. Like, Schlatt’s just one guy. And his gear is shit. If he messes with the TNT, then we’ll–we’ll figure something out, but you know, I don’t even think he even, like, knows where it all is.” 

“Well, it’s kind of everywhere, so–” 

“–which is my point. It’s too deep, he’s still sitting on top of a bomb. There’s nothing–there’s nothing he can do.” Dream crosses his arms in front of his chest, still worrying his lip between his teeth. “I just thought you should know.” 

Schlatt knows. Schlatt knows–Wilbur paces against the wall of their room, ten paces forward and ten paces back. He crushes his cigarette underneath his boot, nails digging into his palm. 

“Well, Dream? Is that all?” 

Dream’s expression twists. His brows pinch together, lips pressed against each other and curling into a slight grimace, his expression giving too much away after spending so much time masked. 

“There’s…one more thing.” 

Wilbur scoffs. “Just spit it out, you prick.” 

Dream doesn’t even react to the insult, shoulders hunching up as he begins speaking. “Look…it’s just. My plans have…changed.” 

What? “I thought you just said that they didn’t?” 

“Our plans are the same. It’s just–Schlatt made me, an offer.” Dream shifts from foot to foot. He swallows, throat working, his eyes still bright and wide, pupils dilated with a thin circle of green around. Wilbur stares at him. He almost looks… “He’s got something. Important. He asked me to…join him, kind of, and he’d–give it to me.” 

“What?” 

“It’s not–look, Wilbur. Wilbur.” Dream raises his hands, palms out, a placating motion. “It’s not what you think, but I–I had to.” 

“You had to join Manberg.” 

“I’m not joining Manberg!” Dream runs his hand through his hair, eyes flashing. Wilbur is suddenly very aware of the axe on his back, the heavy plates of netherite armor. Eret, the button, it was never meant to be. “Why would I join Manberg, what–”

“So what’s this? What’s this then, Dream?” 

“Wilbur–”

“Because from where I’m standing, I have to say, it looks a lot like you’re betraying me.” 

“I am not–”

“That’s just like you. That’s just like you, isn’t it? Good ol’ Dream, mister 1000 IQ, outsmarting everyone–well-played, man, well-played! I really must congratulate you!” 

“Wilbur, can you just–”

“So what is this meeting then, Dream? Gotten cold feet, now that you’ve been discovered? You’re his little lackey now, is that it, his little lap dog–you’re gonna start another war? Put down another revolution, lead us all out to slaughter like last time, good for you, you motherfucker, is that the point of this farce? You’re here to kill me?” 

“Wilbur, can you just listen to me!” 

Dream’s voice is raised. Wilbur draws himself up to full height, Dream’s head craning up slightly as he crosses the room in front of him in two long strides. 

“What.” 

“I’m not. Joining Manberg.” Dream’s arms are crossed tightly in front of him, scowling slightly. It’s an expression not all that much unlike Tommy’s teenage petulance, a set jaw, eyes narrowed under furrowed brows. “There’s just–a peace treaty, right? I can’t just violate that. And now Schlatt knows. He’s asking for me to give him–gear.” 

“Gear, like what.” 

“Armor. Weapons, shields. Support in the incoming fight. You know, he’d already been paying Punz, the rest of the people in my country are already going to fight with him. And, whatever.” 

Wilbur rocks back on his heels. His skin itches, feeling antsy, so he goes back to pacing. “And?” 

“I meant what I said, earlier. This doesn’t change anything. The TNT is still there, we can still blow it up. It…doesn’t matter who wins the, the battle and stuff.” 

Wilbur sets his shoulders, turning back to look Dream in the eye. “Really. It doesn’t matter.” 

“It doesn’t! It doesn’t matter. We have an agreement, that’s still like–a thing.” Dream’s hands close into fists, then open again. “I don’t like this, okay? I don’t like Schlatt–” Wilbur scoffs, “--and I don’t exactly want to work with him. But I have to. I swear, I really have to.” 

“Because, what. The treaty?” 

Dream shakes his head, expression still all twisted up like he’s eaten something sour. “He’s got. A book.”

Wilbur laughs outright at that. “A book.” 

“It’s–Wilbur, I swear. It’s important. I’ll, I might–I’ll–” Dream makes a frustrated sound, teeth clenched. “I have to get it.” 

“So you’re going to work for Schlatt.” Fuck it. Wilbur pulls out another cigarette, lighting it as he speaks. “You’re going to be the emperor’s little guard dog.” 

“I’m–”

“No, no, it makes sense. It’d be too boring for you otherwise, wouldn’t it? Not enough chaos, with everyone joining the rebellion.” He gestures with the cigarette, Dream’s eyes caught on it as it moves. “You want us all to fucking destroy ourselves, keep everyone weak, Manberg, Pogtopia–you don’t need to explain yourself, man, you’re a smart guy! Even out the playing field, join whatever team has the fewest players, keep yourself above it all. Bravo, really. Bravo.” 

Dream’s jaw works, but he stays silent. Wilbur smiles at him and breathes in a long drag of smoke. 

“Well, Dream. I very much appreciate our meeting together today, really. Really! This has been…enlightening. Is that all? Or do you have any other important information to tell me.” 

“...I’ll come around in a few days to tell the others. About, switching sides and whatever. And–the TNT is still going off, alright? No matter what.” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes. “Obviously.” 

Dream stares him down, Wilbur meeting his eyes evenly. He breaks eye contact first, looking down at the floor and tossing several stacks of TNT onto the ground between them. -

“Thank you, Dream. Until next time then.” 

Dream stares at him, blinks, his eyes wide and green, before he turns away. The torch disappears into his inventory as he walks to the exit of the room, silhouetted in the doorway as he presses the mask back over his face. Wilbur reaches into his pocket, draws out Chekhov’s gun, holds his arm straight in front of him, fingers wrapped around the pistol as Dream works at the straps behind his head. He keeps it held there, pointed at Dream’s back until the man slips into the night, the blurry reflection of the lit end of his cigarette vaguely visible in the dull metal. 

He’s not sure how long it is before a twinge to his arm makes him slip the unloaded gun back into his pocket. He sighs. He needs to start making his way back; after all, he still needs to think of a birthday present. 

#my asks !! #my writing :D #the sixteenth #<- tag for future submissions maybe? #sixteenthdayevent #c!dreambur #dreblr #hopefully . hopefully this balances out characterization well enough #my c!wilbur haterisms are leaking through but whatever ... LMAO

[fanboo]

They’re Sick HC’s

HEY. DO NOT READ TECHNOS IF YOURE GOING TO CRY

Dream

• Very needy bby

• Wants all the cuddles

• “Where’s Patches? I wanna pet my cat…”

• You bring him blankets, food, water, medicine and Patches

• Constantly reassuring you that he’s okay

• “It’s just a cold” he says as you take him to the doctor because he won’t stop puking

• Will yank you down into the bed to cuddle you

• But it’s cute

Sapnap

• “I’m literally fine Y/N I’m not sick”

• Is very sick

• Only admits it once you force him to take his temperature and is running a fever of 102°

• Surprisingly willing to tell you what feels wrong once you make him admit he’s sick

• Will help you take care of himself while also letting you do most of it because you don’t want him to exhaust himself

• Asks you to come cuddle for a bit

• Will fall asleep on you and will drool

Georgenotfound

• So. Fucking. Needy.

• “Y/N come cuddle pleaseeee”

• “Darling pleaaasssseeeee????”

• You basically have to lock him in his room

• Day two you caved and let him out instead of making him eat in bed

• He gave you covid

• Sapnap and Dream end up taking care of both of you

• “You two are idiots” “Shut the hell up Dream.”

WilburSoot

• He is so anxious when he’s sick

• Literally called you the second he realized he was ill

• “Don’t come over this week I’m sick.”

• “Wilbur I’m coming over, you get into bed”

• Says okay on the condition that you wear a mask at all times

• Only asks for things he needs to minimize the work you have to do

• Asks you to hold him for a bit because he couldn’t get warm and couldn’t sleep and it honestly helped him

• He’s so worried and cute and you keep him distracted the entire time

Tommyinnit

• “Y/N. I am ill.”

• Goes to bed and literally sleeps the entire time

• Lets you cuddle and get him food and whatnot

• Dude legit managed to sleep for the entire week with the exception of meal and bathroom times

• What the fuck Thomas

Technoblade

• “Eh, I’m fine”

• Still streamed

• When he started to get worse and was bedridden he’d still insist that he was okay because seeing his little sibling in so much distress caused him more pain than the cancer ever did

• He’d let you come and lay in his bed with him and you’d talk for hours

• You’d go into his room in the middle of the night and he’d wake up when he heard you open the door

• Always always ALWAYS let you hang out with him because he knew what was coming

• Told countless stories

• Comforted you to the very end

• I’m not crying you are

Tubbo

• It’s so cute

• He’s like a little kid

• Walks around the house in sweats and a blanket

• Follows you around like that

• Rests on the couch because he felt cooped up in his room

• Walks up to you from behind and adds you to his blanket and just stands there with his face pressed into your back

• Very cute

• You cuddle him a lot

• He’s so bby

Ranboo

• Mf will NOT admit to being sick

• You have to force them to go to bed

• “I am perfectly fine Y/N”

• “So who’s puke am I mopping up then?”

• Little shit

• Will not let you take care of them

• Insists on doing it himself

• Annoyingly cute

Philza

• Father is sick

• Where is Mumza

• “Mum. Dads sick.”

• You and Mumza make him stay in bed and do everything for him

• It’s fucking hilarious

• He just had a small fever and was literally fine but let you do this because it’s fun

• “Hello chat. I have a small fever so Y/N and Tristan are taking care of me.”

• Very good at acting sick for you

• “Thank you Y/N, I feel better already”

Karl Jacobs

• Shows up at your house wearing a blanket and goes straight to bed

• Sleeps half the time and helps you the other half

• It’s hard for him to eat when he’s sick so you tell him eat what he can and snack on the rest later and it helps

• Cuddles

• Helps you clean after he gets better

• He’s very cute

Quackity

• “I don’t get sick I get bitches”

• Very independent and actually takes good care of himself

• Does make you cuddle tho

• It’s all over once he pukes

• “I take it back I get sick. But also bitches.”

• Goes to bed and lets you do everything

• “Thank you Y/N” he mumbles quietly

• Forehead kisses for him

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #reader insert #dream smp #mcytumblr #ranboo #ranboo x y/n #tubbo myct #tubbo x reader #ranboo fanfic #ranboo mcyt #tubbo #tubbo dream smp #dsmp wilbur #wilbur x reader #technoblade

[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: tack-tick

today's interviewee is tack-tick, a pioneer of the "phistin" ship and DSMP fan since before the first election! below is a transcript of the interview.

Q: What was your overall time in MCYTblr like?

A: I'd say my overall time in Mcytblr could be described as finding diamonds in the rough. This fandom is defined by finding your group, sticking to them and if you're smart not really looking beyond that. I did look beyond that and saw a lot of discourse and such. I had a good time with my friends but I did get negatively affected by the discourse at times. It was kind of a toxic shithole but by God mcytblr was our shithole lol

Q: Do you remember any specific discourse that affected you, or was it just the overall culture around you?

A: As a Technoblade main, it was the discourse surrounding his character that messed with me. At the time, I was mutuals (none in the phistin palace dw guys) with some people who hated his character. I, as an anxious teenager, was very worried it would cause drama if I unfollowed them and my dash became a lot of those long negative essays about how he was an awful person and yknow the drill. It was mainly my own fault and my dash became signfigantly better once I realized no one would be offended of I unfollowed, blocked a bunch of tags, started up my own discord server and focused more on writing fanfic instead of doomscrolling. A good lesson in curating your dash of anything else. (Btw those former mutuals are fine people, we just had radically different tastes in what we liked and disliked about the Dream SMP)

Q: You mentioned the "phistin palace"-- before we get into that, would you like to explain the "phistin" rarepair itself?

A: Now we are cooking! So, Phistin is the ship of Kristin and Philza. It's main focus was on the scraps of lore that we had about their relationship which was Kristin was the immortal goddess of Death and they couldn't really see each other often but loved each other very much. I'd say it's main appeal was being one of the few ships that was just really stable in the Dream SMP compared to the Karlnapity polycule and whatever youd call Quackbur. Fun fact, I can't find the post now but if i remember correctly me and tumblr user Demonadelem helped name the pair Phistin. Although, that was ages ago so I could be misremebering

Q: Was the ship entirely within the SMP, or was it just the general ship name for the real-life couple?

A: It was both. Since Kristin didn't really stream on the dream smp, a lot of her personality had to be based on what Phil said about her and her other streams. Basically, lore about the ship was pulled from the SMP but the dynamics and personality was from both. You could play around with the dynamic if you focused on Kristin being a goddess

Q: With that basic information laid out-- what was the "phistin palace"?

A: The Phistin Palace was a discord server I founded in August of 2022. Phistin was a ship that was basically a side thing I did in fandom because my main focus was Technoblade and emerald duo stuff. I think if you're a Technoblade fan you're legally obligated to be a Philza fan and vice versa. I don't make the rules. So Phistin was something I did when I wanted a break from Technoblade as a way to practice romantic shipping.

Then Technoblade passed away and I didn't want to do anything with his character for a while so I focused completely on Phistin. However, when I tried to find any fics they were either a background ship with only one line or Kristin was already dead from a tragic disease who's main symptoms were lying daintily in bed. While I was writing my own long form Phistin focused fic, Two Birds if anyone read it, I got a comment that complimented me for "giving her an actual charatcer" and maaaan that is a very low bar to be praised for. So, I started the palace as a way to find other Phistin fans who actually cared about them beyond Kristin being angst fodder for SBI.

Q: Do you have any fond memories in specific of the "Phistin Palace" discord server?

A: Oh so many. During the Syndicate finale, three of us all liveblogged and freaked the fuck out when Kristin showed up for the first time in a minecraft skin on the server. I made on of those AI chatbot things that was popular for a bit and the bot was supposed to be the Kristin character. I asked if she had a pet and she said she has a gecko named Tim. The entire server instantly decided they would die for Tim and he's now an emote. The general chat is also named Tim Time Fucker. A mermaid AU that was made that the majority of the server contributed a lot of lore to we named it the Communist Mermaid AU because the server collectively owns it now. Many good moments there

Q: Beyond the Phistin Palace, are there any large community events that you remember/took part in, or did you mostly stick to your friend group?

A: I remember The Penis SMP of course. I never really took part in large community events but I did watch them happen. I read the Passerine chapter where Tommy died becasue my dash flipped out when that dropped. I'd also try to watch Sad-ist animatics live when I could. At most, Id make a meme during a stream that would rack up a couple hundred notes or one thousand if I was lucky A thousand was like once or twice I think

Q: You mentioned that you were also a Technoblade fan before you became more focused on Phistin-- was your experience in that side of the fandom any different?

A: It certainly had more content than Phistin did lol. I was never really in any Technoblade discords or anything but back in the day it was focused on emerald duo and being funny. or angsty. Nowadays, it's way less lively unfortunately. It's not as bad as in 2022 but Technoblade fancontent seems to be less foucsed on the character and more on memorials/remembrance. At some point, you run out of things to say and not a lot of people wanted to stay in a fandom that just felt weighed down by it all. I did leave so things could perk up someday but I don't think that's likely

Q: We've talked about the fandom and how it responds to content-- let's talk about the content itself. What were some of your favorite moments from the Dream SMP as a whole?

A: The Red Festival Technoblade stream was the first one I ever watched live so that's a good one. The stream where L'manberg getting blown up at the end of The Manberg Arc is iconic for an underrated reason. I don't know how many people remember but Phil was highly speculated to be on the Dream SMP someday. On the day of that stream, he started on his hardcore world, then stopped his stream and did his dramatic switch surprise entrance to enter the Dream SMP for the first time. Also Technoblade escaping the anvil and then killing Quackity with a toothpick was great. I've never liked watching Twitch streams on my Ipad so most of my favorite moments come from YouTube

Q: Were you sad that Phistin wasn't a more popular ship, or did you enjoy the tight-knit community?

A: I was sad Kristin kept friggin dying, the poor woman lol. Sometimes I wish it was a bit more popular but the community was nice. The main issue is Phistin stuff started tanking hard on Ao3 in terms of numbers and tended to get misstagged quite a bit

Q: You've brought up a few times that Kristin was often fridged, disregarded, or replaced (on several notable occasions, by an actual Samsung fridge). How did you feel about it? Do you think there was any particular reason for it?

A: I mean, I really don't like it but I understand it. A lot of people loved that SBI angst but also wanted to write all the SBI. So the obvious solution is to kill off Kristin for free angst and keep all the SBI in the story. Passerine is a fic i respect a lot but it also kickstarted this trend to be honest. Kristin herself also didn't physically show up in the lore a lot so it was really tricky to write her. When I first wrote her, it was intimidating because I didn't have many fics to look at as good examples.

Was it shitty and a bit sexist? Yes but I don't think sexism was the only reason. Kristin's character was in a unique situation compared to the others. I have no problem with Kristin dying in a fic. The main issue is that often came with her personality being reduced to good mom and that's it. I'm not gonna call a bunch of probably first time writers evil sexists when I know what it's like to not know how to write her and being scared you'll get her completely wrong.

Q: Since it's come up, would you mind giving a quick rundown of what exactly the fanfic "Passerine" is? (As well as any memories you have relating to it!)

A: If i'm being honest, I only read the chapter where Tommy got murked. What I know from osmosis is it's an SBI royalty AU that had some kind of meta twist at the end and it was very sad. It also got a sad-ist animatic made out of it which jesus christ I'd give for that. I tried it but the writing style was too wordy for my liking. It's mainly important for Phistin history even though Kristin wasn't in it. No, The Fridge died in it but everyone just kinda assumed it was Kristin for long enough it got the ball rolling. Also I think Niki read it on a stream

Q: Before we wrap up, is there anything else you remember about MCYTblr/the DSMP that you'd like to talk about?

A: The DSMP sure was the minecraft server of all time that is defined as a server that was doomed from the start. Whoever makes a video essay on it is gonna have a hell of a job. 10/10 experience would not recommenced. Hello to the Phistin Palace if any of you read this :D

Mcytblr is getting more chill with shipping from what I've seen. Thank God, keeping making Philza Minecraft kiss those men and his wife.

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#early mcytblr interviews #Volume 16 #tack-tick

[qprsmackdown]

c!Emerald duo propaganda:

Let me tell you. We've got two guys. They live together. They live miles away from everyone else but they live in a little cabin in the snow together. They would die for each other. One HAS died for the other. One is in a monogamous relationship with the personification of death and the other is one of the most widely headcanoned aroace characters and it in no way ever devalues what is considered as one of the most unshakable relationships in the story

"For you the world" — Technoblade to Philza. They are so loyal to each other, legit the healthiest and strongest relationship in the fandom

"For you, the world, Phil." -Technoblade "Sometimes one friend is all you need." -Technoblade “I’m following Techno to the gates of hell... and if he wants to take over the world, god dammit I’m gonna help this man.” - Philza “I followed him to the ends of the earth, through fire and flames.“ - Philza (about Technoblade)

They live together. They kill together. They're raising a polar bear and a very anxious enderman hybrid. They committed so many war crimes and looked good doing it<3 "For you, the world" quote my beloved. Anarchism swag😎

Silly guys of all time! They took over the entire world together once <3 (pre-dsmp but still canon to dsmp) they blew up a country together <3 gotta love 2 guys who commit Literal Actual warcrimes. Also the way they trust eachother just unconditionally is just soo ouuuugggghghhhh i love them. iirc I remember a part where techno was basically just talking about how he'll basically never trust anyone again. TO Phil. Who was very obviously an unspoken exception to the "never trusting anyone" thing. It's been a while so idk if I remember it right but aaaouuuugggg their relationship was so good. Also "for you the world phil" AAAAAUUUUUUU (although the context of that line is much sillier than people usually remember but they are silly guys <3). Ooouugghhh I have so much I could talk about but it's late so I can't think of it right now but they are sooooooo important they are everything to me. This is kinda bad propaganda bc I don't know if I'm even remembering things right and am vaguely incorrect but AUGH. EMERALDDUO

Consider: the fanon immortals being very old friends thing which is a trope i will never not love, and also taking over the world with your qpp is so pogchamp of them

Two anarchist immortals who have been besties for an indeterminable amount of time, but at least for hundreds of years. Took over the Earth once just to show that they can. Back-To-Back Badasses. Each other's consciences and also enablers. Lived together in the middle of nowhere tundra biome, in connected little cottages with their bazillion pets.

THOSE BITCHES WERE LIVING IN THE ARCTIC TOGETHER IN THEIR GAY LITTLE COTTAGE WITH LIKE 100 ANIMALS!!!! They’d both often talk about how they’d kill and die for one another, they’ve been together for centuries despite Techno being all but confirmed Aroace and Philza being married to someone else!! I think they definitely had a QPR going on because like. The person you’re closest to and have lived alongside for god knows how long u gotta at least have SOMETHING going on there imo.

They are both imortal livelong best friends who have been there for each other through war and and other personal hardships They are partners in crime, both arnarchists who took down a nation together and both live in retirement together They only trust each other wholeheartedly (aka they both belive the other wont betray them) and Phil is the only person Techno feels he can be himself around (aka be soft around).

Apparently their qpr had drama in the past bc of this one fic but tbh i dont really get why These two are literally just. The best. There's absolutely no romance between them, but they're the closest of friends, and they care about each other so so much. And they deserve all the things. They live together in a house in the arctic in a commune for anarchists. Basically everyone in the Syndicate are their adopted children. 'For you, the world, Phil' -Technoblade (Just like to say this too, Techno is not Phil's son in the DSMP universe. It's been canonically confirmed.)

They’re two dudes who spend all their time together, built their houses next to each other (and connected it w a bridge), started a commune together, took over the world together, have FRIENDSHIP EMERALDS, and are genuinely such good friends (these are the characters but the irl guys were really good friends until techno died too)

Just a bird and his pig chilling as kings

"for you phil, the world" is treated like this big dramatic line as they take over smpearth but in context its bc they were arguing over something silly and techno laughed and conceded to him and like... just look at then they're ride or die besties emerald duo ftw (on a sadder note i constantly see philza wearing techno's merch on streams and videos and just... man i miss seeing them together)

immortal warriors who have promised to follow each other to the ends of the earth, through fire and flames. they are each others most trusted person without a doubt. when trying to retire from the wars that plagued the server, they both retired in an arctic tundra where they lived together.

These guys cant be seperate from each other anymore than like three days. Like, on top of also doing the antarctic empire together in earthSMP, they just moved to the arctic together to just enjoy life and retirement together. They understand each other like no other bc they've known each other forever. Also bc if we take the titles of bloodgod and angel of death literally you get something something being willing to spend eternity with the other because you care abt them. These two are fine being isolated from everybody else and chilling on their own bc thats all they need

Their relationship is defined by a connection that has lasted for centuries. Despite everything, they always go back to each other. They live together in a cabin in the arctic. They also like murdering together a little too much.

old men committed terrorism and then they settled down :)

For you Phil, the world Immortal best friends spend thousands of years together, conquer the world, found a empire. Phil has a kid with his goddess wife, Techno wind up joining the kids rebellion against the country he founded. When that goes wrong they start a commune called the Syndicate. They are so ride or die. I love them

please they live together theyre best friends theyre immortal together they love each other and phil is married to a god PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

#propaganda #c!emerald propaganda #they have also done really well in the retirement home poll i know that

[kywaslost]

c!Technoblade x sbi!sibbling Reader

A/N: I've been meaning to post this all week and just haven't gotten around to it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Warning: sensory overload

The chilled air nipped at your exposed arms as you sat on the roof of your older brother’s cabin. It was a particularly chilly night. A snow storm was passing through and large snowflakes kissed your flushed cheeks. You wiped at your nose, sniffling softly. You were for sure going to catch a cold, but you didn’t care. The houses below you were loud. You could hear Wilbur yelling at Tommy, then a loud crash coming from the tunnel that connected Techno’s house to Philza’s. Then you could hear Phil yelling.

You occasionally went through periods of time when you were sensitive to certain senses. Right now you were feeling particularly sensitive to sound, and the only way to escape your rambunctious family was to retreat to the roof. You brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly. You were slowly dissociating, vision going hazy. You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Y/N?” a gruff voice called out behind you, but you didn’t hear it. “Are you ok?” When you didn’t respond, the man stepped closer to you. Technoblade was a big man, tall and muscular, and he was afraid he’d fall through the roof if he moved the wrong way. He crouched down beside you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to get sick.” His hand brushed against your neck and he pulled his hand away. “N/N, you’re freezing!”

Techno froze when he heard your small whimper, flinching away from him slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, slowly pulling his giant red cloak off of his shoulders. He gently draped it over your shoulders, pulling the hood over your head to keep you warm. Techno pulled you under his arm and into his side. “Is something wrong?”

You whimpered again and pulled the cloak tighter around you. “Sound.” Techno hummed in understanding. 

“Oh, I see,” he said softly. “Would you like me to take you down to my basement? You can’t stay out here any longer, and it’s hard to hear down there.”

“I can’t move,” you answered again. “‘M too cold.”

“I’ll carry you.” Your brother picked you up gently, then slowly made his way back to the open window that he used to get to the roof. He stepped into the study room, then the hallway. He walked down several flights of stairs and opened the spruce door to the basement. There was a narrow hallway, and on one side was an opening to the storage room. The other side was a small gathering room with a fireplace and a few seating places.

Technoblade lowered you to the couch before turning around. He pulled a flint-n-steel from his inventory and lit the fireplace across the room. He then crouched in front of you again.

“Is this better?” he asked softly. “Is it quiet enough?” You nodded slightly, tugging the cloak tighter again.

“Yeah, thanks Tech,” you murmured.

Your older brother smiled gently and pushed some wet hair from your face. Feeling how cold you still were worried him and he frowned. “You’re so cold. And pale.” He stood again, his form towering over you. “I am going to ask Phil to help me get a change of clothes. Is it ok if I leave you here for a moment?” You nodded again and watched the piglin hybrid leave the room.

He returned a few minutes earlier with dry clothes in his hands. He held them out to you. “I’ll step out for a moment so you can change.” 

When you settled back onto the couch, Techno stepped back into the room. He was carrying a large, fluffy blanket, tossing it over you before sitting beside you. You crawled over to him and buried yourself into his side. He let you settle down before wrapping an arm around you. The two of you stayed like this until you had calmed down further. Techno was right when he said that you couldn’t hear anything from his basement. Your senses were returning to normal and you no longer felt anxious and on edge. 

“Phil’s gonna come down here soon,” Techno hummed softly. “He’s worried. As he always is.”

You let out a soft huff as a laugh. “It’s ok. I’ve calmed down now. Thank you, Tech.” Your brother rubbed your arm gently.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He hesitated a moment. “It, it happens to me, too. Sensory overload, I mean. So, I guess I know how to help with it.”

You wanted to respond but was interrupted by a soft knock. “May I come in?”

You peeked over your shoulder to see your father, Phil. Technoblade gave him the go-ahead to come in, and the older man crouched down in front of you and your brother. He ran a gentle hand through your hair.

“Hey, honey,” he cooed softly. “Y’alright?” He frowned slightly. “Ender, you’re cold.”

“I’m alright,” you answered. “Tech helped me.”

Phil smiled up at his eldest son. “Yeah, he’s good at that when he wants to.”

“Can I stay down here for a bit longer?” you asked quietly. “It’s quiet. And warm.”

“As long as you need to,” Techno answered. “I like the company.

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream smp #teachnoblade #techno #tech #x reader #comfort #teachnoblade x reader comfort #sbi #sbi x reader #sbi x reader comfort #tw: sensory overload