#techno neg

[ellenthefox]

"From what I gathered, there were no responses, and it was strongly alluded from Q that you wouldn’t be allowed to play on both servers if you were a part of the QSMP. Which totally makes sense for Quackity, as there’s not that many creators on the QSMP and it takes a lot of time to make all the mods and updates for content and you want it to be as active as possible." What is he actually talking about right now??? Someone has either lied to him or he is 100% making this up. I could eat my words later but Phil and Wilbur were already on another SMP! Anyone remember Origins??? Yeah Phil slowed down the origin stream for the time being cause of the egg arc but the implication was he'd put effort in again when others did (looking at you tommy this is your server xDD ) So what the fuck is Dream trying to say here? ALSO the "personally have experienced an elevated level of in real life threats & stalkers & even had the police involved in somebody showing up at my house, & even putting trackers on my family vehicles, surrounding this drama, for the first time since pre-face reveal" What were the people wearing fucking Quackity merch or something??? Dream you've had a massive history of people trying to doxx and find you, how the fuck could you possibly know it was specifically to do with the QSMP/USMP situation?? What good has making this novel accomplished rather than going about creating the USMP and bringing those communities together in your own way was going to accomplish??

#dream neg #dream critical #I've never really felt one way or the other about dream tbh #I just didnt watch cause he gave me bad vibes ever since the Stan video where he lumps together his haters and “Techno-fans” #And i've genuinely been angry for him on occasion with the shit that gets flung his way for no reason or he has no control of #But this is stupid he’s only exacerbating the situation with any more word he says let alone the petty picture dropping to try and prove #he had the idea first somehow #not saying the qsmp or Quackity is perfect or anything but this just feels ridiculous

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I love the scene in the middle Doomsday where c!Techno returns Do Not Read to c!Ranboo, because it so clearly demonstrate that c!Techno already likes c!Ranboo, and is just generally a great example of how c!Techno in general tends towards helping others so long as they haven't done anything to hurt him (and like. Sometimes even when they have. bc like. c!Ranboo was kinda involved in the Butcher Army)

It's the middle of an active battle field, like twenty people all trying to kill c!Techno, and yet the moment he sees c!Ranboo he stops and says "Ranboo! Ranboo! You're alright!" And immediately returns the book c!Ranboo is asking for, before following up with "get out of here, I don't have anything against you. Just flee in the battle, no one will no." And c!Philza also chimes in to assure c!Ranboo that no one will see them and that they'll be alright, and it's just so— adskdhafjstjsj

And- and also- and also, a few minutes later, you can hear c!Quackity in the background and he asks someone if they've seen his book, "Do Not Read" because he still has a grudge on c!Ranboo and he still wants to take them down, so he's trying to get the book back. (Because the whole reason c!Techno even has it was because he happened to pick it up when c!Quackity dropped it)

Also. When c!Techno sees c!Ranboo again later in the fight, he's kinda exasperated that they're still there but stops to ask them if they're alright again. (He also completely misses how utterly miserable c!Ranboo is when they say "same as yesterday", which I think is hilarious.)

#Techno's response being “woo! the monotony of life!” #whic is obviously joking and riffing off the blatant negative meaning of c!Ranboo's words on cc!Techno's part #but I think in-character makes more sense as him being distracted / too caught up in his own triumph / just plain bad at reading people #ctechno #dsmp techno #technoblade #peer pressure duo #cranboo #dsmp ranboo #ranboo #dsmp #dsmp doomsday #rambling about blorbos

[blankweiss-sb]

Gift "Drabble"

For @hiding-in-the-vault

TW: Prison Arc + Post Prison, references to torture and eye removal

Summary: Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

Or

Dream doesn't escape unscathed – mentally or physically.

The red stone pistons fired, the deep grumble distinctive from the ever present hissing of the lava. Dream didn’t dare lift his head or move his cheeks from the grimy, sticky floor of his cell.

Rule number whatever: Either be on your knees head bowed, or you better not have moved from the position Sir left you in.

Was Dream slightly bitter that even thinking Sir immediately called up an image of Quackity and tides of fear and anger? Yes. Would he show that bitterness? No. (Maybe Quackity would think he’d finally broken Dream but he hadn’t. Dream wasn’t quite broken yet, just brittle and fractured. If – when he got out, he’d just pour gold into all those cracks.)

Faintly, Dream heard it – the rustle of small feathers that could be crushed so very easily, the tapping of fingers against the wooden handle of a tool or weapon and a slight hum, the hum of a song Sap had loved. The lava curtains gurgled – please, red stone, fail, a moment of weakness gave itself a voice – before it fizzled out.

Sir bounced into the cell.

“Hullo, Dreamie, how are you? Comfy?”

Dream knew better than to answer. Quackity didn’t care, he just loved the sound of his voice too much. If Dream was lucky, Quackity would gloat, maybe kick Dream a couple of times and leave. That, Dream could endure, he could endure anything, anything but –

Fingertips stroked along the curve of Dream’s face, the one not pressed against crying obsidian and sticky maroon, and it was only the terrors of existence that prevented Dream from flinching. But nothing could have prevented Dream’s throat from releasing a whine when Quackity gently carded through Dream’s hair, almost petting him like a beloved dog.

“Awww, you’re doing good but being greedy, I see.”

Fuck you. Fuck you, Quackity, Dream thought as his head leaned into the comforting touch Sir was offering. It was his body seeking comfort, not Dream. It was his body being pathetic, wanting his torturer to be gentle. It was his body. Not Dream.

“You can be cute. But that’s not why I’m here, not today, puppy!” Don’t call me that. “I’m giving you a gift, look –“

Quackity burst out in little giggles, giggles Sapnap used to gush about. Sapnap had called them more adorable than a baby piglin. Dream had teased him about that, by that time already missing George pressed against his side and joining in on the fun. Teasing his brother had always been one of Dream’s favorite things and George loved to needle Sapnap, too.

A sharp of burst ripped through Dream’s skull as Quackity’s hand grabbed his hair tightly and pulled Dream up until Dream’s scalp was burning. “Listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Two, three seconds more and Quackity let Dream’s head fall, huffing.

“And here I was about to clean you up, wash you, but no. You had to be bad. A bad puppy.” Dream flinched and Quackity’s laugh was more than delighted, echoing between obsidian walls. “Anyway, here you go, you’re going to need this.”

Something cold settled on Dream’s face and – comfort washed over Dream as he realized it was the cold porcelain of a mask, a mask Dream knew quite well. Greedily he sucked in some air and through the stale scent of copper coils and bracken water and burnt out embers, he caught a whiff of earthy flowers.

(“Earthy flowers? Are you serious?” Dream had laughed, pressing his shoulders against Sapnap’s. George had already been snoring, his legs hanging over Sapnap’s lap and his head nuzzling Dream’s stomach.

“Man, you asked me how you were smelling. Earthy flowers. Deal with it, it’s sort of disgusting.” But the tips of Sapnap’s ears had been a brilliant red.

“Someone’s lying~ But that’s ok. I like your hearth embers and George’s bark and petrichor, too.”

“Pe – tri – chor,” Sapnap had mocked. Yet he had relaxed into Dream and – they had slept, together and bonds untorn.)

It was Dream’s mask, not a replica, but his own.

Despite this meaning nothing good, Dream sank into old comfort. The safe feeling was soured by Quackity once again running his hands through Dream’s hair. “Things are going to get exciting,” he crowed, no, that’d be an insult to the death goddess and her harbringers, Quackity quacked. “Better to keep a few things mysterious, right? I’ll be generous and let you rest up.”

Dream didn’t know what Quackity meant until the next day when the pistons fired up and someone swaggered over the bridge. The bars slammed down, Techno grunted as he sprung the trap and it clicked in Dream’s mind.

Time passed.

Sir didn’t enter the prison.

How Techno didn’t realize one tiny but largely important fact was beyond Dream but he couldn’t help being grateful.

How Dream managed to escape with Technoblade was also beyond him.

(Sir had managed to shatter Dream – after Technoblade vanished. Sir had not only dug into all the cracks he’d made but also ensured that not even respawning would ever give back Dream’s sight. There had been a slight, incredibly miniscule chance that Dream could have regained his eye sight but… hard to do that without the vital part of eye sight.

Sir had left Dream cold and raw and – there had been moments.

Dream had even hallucinated at one point, must have imagined trembling hands cleaning him up, a lullaby he hadn’t heard since he was ten being sobbed against his ears and a determined vow being seared against his temple. The voice had sounded like Bad, but Bad hated him, guarded him even, offered suggestions like Dream’s loathing of being alone in the dark to Sir. )

“I refuse. You have done more than enough, he can look after himself now.” The coldness in Philza’s screech was more than biting, was cutting when Technoblade didn’t refute his statement.

Once again Dream’s weakness took over and he wasted a minute on hope, begged Technoblade without the right words or gestures but surely, surely Technoblade picked up on it – “See ya later, nerd, stay safe.”

I’m not seeing anything, settled heavy on Dream’s tongue but – Philza was there, feathers scraping against wooden planks. He must be flaring his wings before refolding them. Rinse and repeat.

It wasn’t pride stopping Dream from saying those words. It was Caution. Philza already was irritated with Dream – Dream, objectively, had harmed the man’s family greatly and in various ways. And in an altercation, there was no world in which Technoblade wouldn’t side with Philza.

So Dream bowed, once, the proper Admin way, and darted off into the forest, barely hearing a sudden intake of breath behind him, probably Philza’s. Technoblade wasn’t an Admin, he wouldn’t have known what Dream’s bow had meant.

They didn’t chase after him, anyways.

That first night Dream almost died five times.

The server refused to reconnect to him – a weak Admin was something no World wanted, vulnerability was undesired – and so Dream had to trust his ears and nose, rather than an innate sense of the World.

Twice the rattling of Skeleton bones was barely enough to get ready for the screeching of arrows flying through the air and aiming directly at Dream’s heart. Muscle memory was, thankfully, enough for Dream to land crits against the Skeletons, even though his own frame didn’t differ much from the Skeletons.

Once a zombie almost ripped into Dream’s leg and would have infected him. Dream was already on the ground, having tripped over a root and landing on a patch of ice that sent him careening through the snow. He’d been contemplating just curling up and sleeping when the zombie fell over him. A kick and crit had taken care of the zombie.

Twice, the environment itself, the World – hadn’t that smarted – had turned against him, giving him no warnings as ravines opened up in front of him. Only hearing the echo of stones crumbling and falling, falling, falling before the unbreakable hit the bottom and shattered into a thousand pieces not even gold could glue back together had warned him.

Eventually, Dream found a cave and hunkered down. He didn’t dare making a fire pit, didn’t know whether he could, but it would surely reveal his position. Instead he curled up in the warmest, most wind-safe spot he could find – and slept.

That first night ended and his first day in freedom dawned – judging from the birdsong sneaking through the tree leaves and into Dream’s cave.

Dream didn’t have the energy to stand up.

More hallucinations haunted his sleep – if it was sleep. His body felt too heavy, his thoughts too hazy for him to be sleeping but – at one point, the hallucination of Bad took root in his mind. Dream heard Bad coo, felt Bad heave him into a bed that Dream certainly hadn’t made, cried while Bad tucked him and drew covers tight around him.

“Sleep tight, good dreams will arrive, cupcake,” the hallucination’s voice quivered as rough, scarred fingers slipped underneath Dream’s mask and tugged it off. The hallucination wanted to card through Dream’s hair and it did, detangling the knots, casting Dream’s drifty mind back to the days of happiness and – “Shh, Clay. I’ll protect you, don’t worry.”

Dream wailed, his throat giving out on him. All the while, the hallucination kept touching him, gently, like Bad loved him, like Bad was here, like Bad cared.

(Love and care were two different shoes. Surely, Sapnap and George still loved Dream but they had shown that they didn’t care for him.)

(Dream was forgetting something. Or someone. Heat was lancing through his brain, pain a deliberating force on everything that was him. How his mind still had enough force to call upon a hallucination with the ability to mimic the sensation of touch he didn’t know. But there was someone else, an agenda, Dream was forgetting.)

(Clay hated getting sick, not only because he couldn’t play with Pandas but because he couldn’t help demanding attention. To be fair, Bad would always give it to him.

“I’m dying,” Clay sobbed, writhing against the covers Bad had forced him under. “It’s too hot, it hurts, I am dying!”

“Shh, you silly, silly cupcake.” Bad chuckled, gently stroking over Clay’s head. Those fingers were so good, they spanned half his head and… Bad was starting to mindlessly but gently tug at all of Clay’s knots, tutting whenever another appeared in the long locks of Clay’s hair. “You’ll be ok, I’m here.”

Whenever Bad acted like this, Clay could pretend that Bad wasn’t only Pandas’ Dad but also his own, and fierce, fierce love wrecked Clay’s body together with the many illnesses he suffered.

One day, one day Clay would create a server for them, for Bad and Pandas and himself and anyone else he loved. He knew he was strong enough, as were his convictions and dreams.)

Energy trickled back into Dream, day by day. The hallucination stayed, far longer than Dream expected it to, offering comfort and safety and the weakness was too strong. Dream, shamefully, gave in.

Until one day the rustle of wings, the wind whistling through feathers just outside his and his hallucination’s cave broke the spell.

“Mate?”

Not Sir, not Sir at all but –

“Get out.” His hallucination growled and the air pulsed with heat and old power – and there was no way that Dream’s stitched together mind could have replicate Bad’s aura when he was pissed and protecting someone. (Someone, not something, an important distinction.)

“Bad Boy Halo, I –“

“Leave before I make you leave. You offered no help, worse, you rejected sanctuary.”

“I didn’t know.”

Bad snorted and responded. Philza said words as well but – Dream had already lost the thread, his mind fuzzy with realizations and too full, too broken to comprehend anything. Until –

“Had I known he was blind and a baby Admin, he wouldn’t have left my house!” Feathers hit the stone walls. Or did feathers scrape along obsidian, crying in sync with the dripping walls? Sir was back, wasn’t he –

Scarred hands cradled Dream’s cheeks and a pair of leathery wings sneaked around and under Dream’s frame. The hands didn’t move. They just held his face and provided an anchor for his mind.

“Bad…” How to say the things he had to say, how to ask questions, how –

Dream’s head is pressed to a dark throat and his breath hitched. Too often Dream had been in this position whenever the world got too big, or he got too big for the world and it bared its fangs at him. Being settled against the thrum of Bad’s heart hadn’t rightened all the wrongs in the world but it had always – always – made them manageable.

“I’m here, Dream. Don’t you worry.”

Dream believed him and let himself fall into trust.

One more time.

#c!dream #c!badboyhalo #c!quackity #c!philza #c!techno #gift #angst #hurt/minimal comfort? #warning author likes c!Dream and cc!Dream so please don't come in with neg #also warning: author's been tipsy or drunk while writing this in one go #divider was made by riftdancing

[yoki-loves-stars]

i always loved the fact that Ghostbur became their own person

He always was treated as a memory, as leftovers, ashes of another person. Something to grieve about, someone to mourn. The person he knew as many things: a great and a terrible leader, a cold, evil or a caring and kind person. The memories of whom they held, yet they never were that person, never even knew them.

And when after going to limbo once he says that he no longer wants to go back to being Wilbur, that he doesn't want to die for Wilbur even though he believed people he loved needed that leader. For the first time he makes a decision for himself, to be himself even though it potentially can dissapoint his friends. He makes a decision not to sacrifice himself. He develops his own personality his own memories

i might be just crazy on the trope of clones/people that should've been a specific person creating their own life

and then Wilbur fucking Soot kills them

#and other people started to see him as Ghostbur as well #like (c!) Phil Techno Tommy Tubbo Q and Ran #ghostbur #dsmp #dsmp ghostbur #also they/he for ghostbur because im cool like that #also even though im incredibly sad about ghostbur dying and going to limbo anyway #it's not /neg towards Will #i quite like how tragic it is #but i just know he needed to go to c!Mumza #yoki thoughts #wilbur soot #c! #c!wilbur

[transphilza]

techno i will never finish :)

#WHERE IS HE #technoblade #myart #techno fanart #dream smp #mcyt #this was meant to b a sketch. had 2 force myself to stop #‘will never finish’ is code for IDK how to render this more /neg

[disease]

SILENT SERVANT TEMPTATION & DESIRE [DEMO] [NEGATIVE FASCINATION (EXPANDED), DEC 2023]

#RELEASE RADAR #audio #silent servant #industrial #EBM #electro #demo #negative fascination (expanded) #hospital productions #techno #electronic #music

[etoilesbienne]

I’m not sure if you have ever watched Philza outside of the qsmp but Etoiles reminds me so much of Philza when he was partnered with Technoblade. Phil and Etoiles really strike me as characters who are perfectly capable of thinking on their own and being strategic in battle but they prefer to have a trusted leader to command them so they’re free to just cut loose. Phil was like that with Technoblade on SMPEarth and Etoiles seems to be the same way with Phil on QSMP.

i started watching techno during minecraft monday LOL ive seen the antarctic empire live.

however i think my disagreement here isn't necessarily that etoiles is phil, q!etoiles is like... instead of the more chaotic neutral c!technoblade was, he's chaotic good. same underlying components of their skills and abilities and self deprecation joking, but if instead of technoblade's more true maverick that walks along likeminded people approach, etoiles is like directly running around people to hang out at their paces even if his own is much faster.

#this isnt techno negativity i am a no. 1 techno defender first and foremost #but ctechno was much more neutral than etoiles is #etoiles is a huge people pleaser in a way i ddddont think even phil is #asks

[xomoosexo]

the techno thing angers me the most because the bitches who were harassing him and linking that nothing burger video are the first to pretend to have stood by him the whole time. i remember when everyone had dni technotwt in their bios and i hate how weve rewritten history

it was so recent and it was so everywhere? like I was never the biggest techno stan, but I always liked him, and someone I followed for tubbo stuff back in the day on here posted about him a lot. and god the way the whole consensus of people on twitter (and on here, to a smaller extent) was that he was problematic, and that people would come into your inbox and argue with you if you even reblogged a post about him. how actual ccs unfollowed him because they were being pressured by twitter. how it felt like you couldn't go view his content anywhere without people trying to casually "educate" you about how he was problematic. and how everything has been completely rewritten. it's fucking insane I feel like I've gone crazy.

#askies #negative #techno mention

[sunlitmcgee]

I mean I would really recommend putting a neg tag on that. Just for politeness sakes? It’s not a fun experience to see someone calling your fav characters deeply evil n stuff

to be fair, yes. but this character is the one that canonically beat a kid half to death in a bit because he didn't wanna apologize for blowing said kid's best friend up, and then went on to ally himself multiple times with a known abuser. i added it, because u were nice, and I do appreciate the politeness, but sometimes I don't because I feel we as a fandom are past the days of the "poor little oink oink" cTechno takes and hopefully can have open, productive conversations about how Fucked that thang really was in lore like 95% of the time

#c!techno neg #not saying this at you anon #more just talking at the air #old man screaming at cloud behavior on my part #think of me. as a war verteran #who still flinches when i see a post about ctommy betraying him to be w ctubbo at the communith house #the screams. i still hear the screams....always

[simplepotatofarmer]

when it comes to anything related to techno i have a zero tolerance 'if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all' policy

#just fyi #i really really hate people being negative on my techno posts #anyway. #loyal talks about stuff and things

[prisonpodcast]

Y’all I’m remembering the time when people were like “oh if I was in a debate with Techno about his DSMP character I’d win” and “Techno should read a tumblr lore take and then he might understand his character’s motivations” and “well he didn’t say he DIDNT have a victim complex” all in response to him just talking about his own fucking character on discord like?? I remember I couldn’t stop laughing that day every time I opened this app or twitter I’d see something stupid like that and it made me laugh every single time like do you guys not hear how dumb you sound how are you so convinced you understand a character more than the guy who fucking wrote AND roleplays him like the level of delusion and copium omfg 😭😭😭

It was so so funny bc Techno got so much heat for it but then he decided to do the exact same thing the very next day like that’s when I knew I stanned the right guy 😭🙏🏻

#is this negativity? idk I think it’s just funny #like they were GOING THROUGH IT #it’s not technos fault your takes were garbage lmfao

[discoblocks]

God yknow it always sucks when this fandom gets perceived and then bullied by some group or another over all the wrong things, but it happens and it bothers me less now then it used to, but. Idk man. Not when it’s Technoblade.

I can put up with a lot of shit but I just cannot ever let someone talk bad about Techno like that, it irks me to my core. The impact he had on my own life is too immeasurable to know. He doesn’t deserve to have his name dragged through the mud for dumbass fandom discourse, ever. He was a real person, with a family that’s still grieving. He made some slightly off colour jokes once or twice in his entire lifetime, whoop de doo. He never even got to meet some of his closest friends face to face. He died before ever reaching 24, and the entire last months of his life were dedicated to raising as much money as humanely possible to make sure that those who came after him would have even better treatment than he did. Do not talk shit about him. Genuinely I cannot stand it. I do not care about whatever justification you have, I don’t care if you think he was problematic or the fandom is cringey or whatever fucking braindead online take you have about a dead cancer patient and his grieving audience, do not talk shit about him.

#discotalks #neg #context is that poll that’s going around that is attracting a lot of techno hate from outsiders #listen there are a lot of things I am completely understanding of and willing to compromise on or agree to disagree #but not this #this is the one thing I will always one hundred percent of the time go to bat for #do not talk shit about him to me #it will never ever be justified in my eyes for any reason whatsoever #sorry just had to. idk. needed to talk about that one #and needed to say it to people who know what I’m talking about

[saisons-en-enfer]

#greatest songs of all time #i have such a complex emotional reaction to this song #i firstly think that in a way its haunted and it echoes the sounds of souls either lost or gone reminding you that your time will come #its also impossibly cacophonous in the way it exudes hopelessness futility and in a way depression #there is a loneliness to the song #perhaps its the very simple synths weaving in and out of the chorus and the arpeggios and the vocal harmonies #as a metaphor of a soul is observing life but never experiencing it #it just echoes the impossibility of being an outsider i guess #even though the synth doesn't exude a feeling of sadness or depression or anything negative #there is this unmistakable pain to it #suffering rather #maybe even anguish #i dont know all i know is it perfectly captures the suffocating flurry of emotions i go through every time i want to commit suicide #vatican shadow #dominick fernow #hospital productions #ambient techno

[justanoakbucket]

I still think about how it would be hard for me to trust most of the characters from the dream smp. I would look at Techno, I would look at Dream. I would look at how we are all ND adults and how we resemble eachother in small subtle ways. And I would look at the server and find myself thinking. "How quickly will you all turn on me?"

#c!dream #c!techno #bucket is ND #discourse #Sorta? #Its kinda *waves as 95% of the popular characters * those guys neg i guess

[supernovaa-remnant]

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#I know I did not just see a reel making fun of dream crying over techno liked by two people I follow on insta #they are being immediately unfollowed and removed from my following list #sorry not to be negative but it's not like I'm friends w/ them anyway #and if you actually think it's okay to make fun of someone /grieving/ a very close friend of theirs then I actually have no respect for you #negative #neg #discourse #personal

[lasnevadaslaborunion]

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#i might end up having to block techno's name tag for days and i feel so fucking horrible about it #i wanted so badly to give the benefit of the doubt on something technodad worked hard on #but seeing that image of dream standing over a hospital bed with a toy pig clutched in his hand... #i can't fucking do it. i just can't. #call me a parasocial dranti all you want. i don't care. #i would have felt sick to my stomach if it were anyone else in dream's place #don't send me anything about that video or that song. i don't want to see it. i don't want to hear it. #do what you want but i'm taking care of myself first. #negativity #vent #tw death #dream neg