#technoblade whump

[ace-aro-anxiety-adhd-anarchy]

“Wh-” The human tries, absolute astonishment, anger, even fears seem to consume it internally, “Why are you-” It tries again, “What has this city done to you?!” It finally spits out.

“They fear me, Angel,” It answers calmly, “They fear me, because I fear nothing.”

“What,” The human breathes quietly.

“When you live as many lifetimes as I have then…” The creature trails off, rethinking its words, “You have lived long angel, but even you have but a single life. I, simply can not die,” Techno tilts their head to the other side, the jostling of its chains swing eerily in the large open space, “I fear not pain, I fear not death. They are like friends,” smiling at their secret wordplay, it’s dry lips splitting with the expression and the smallest trickle of blood flavours their tounge metallic, “Though, you would know much about being friends with death, would you not, Angel.” It adds.

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Hidden deep below the surface, in a tomb especially made to hold them, Technoblade has waited patiently, in pain and in death, they wait. Finally, a strange man stumbles into the dark open jaws of Techno's grave, and in turn, into the blood-red gaze of a god.

[yeniihuenii]

3 years later and i still love to make him suffer

[towerofluin]

SBI Whumptober Day 18: Traumatic flashbacks

personally my flashbacks tend to be quiet

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I heard dsmp!techno whump and came running

Anyway, let's say like, during the prison arc Quackity actually does get a couple hits in. (embarrassing, I know, but cmon techno's been in a prison cell for 3 months now! he's not at peak performance) Quite a few deep gashes to Techno on like his arms, torso, maybe to his thighs before Phil activates the ender pearl stasis chamber. The pull of getting teleported and getting yanked across space warps the wounds- they tear further and twist unnaturally. When Techno arrives in the Syndicate room, he immediately collapsing in agony, blood just seeming to come from everywhere. Phil can't just use potions bc Techno's too weak and has too many injuries and that much magic would just be too much for his body to handle.

Or actually, let's say during the 3 months Quackity has been visiting pretty consistently and Techno's got a bunch of deep, just barely healed wounds that all reopen when he gets teleported. He thought he was kinda healed? Nope! Back at square one. Also means a bunch of new scars that weren't from battles, and a new found fear of Las Nevadas's President.

PRISON WHUMP ALWAYS BE HITTING DIFFERENT

Add on that Techno gets back severely malnourished and dehydrated, since it's not like Sam cared much for giving the prisoners their needed supplies. This would in turn heighten the chance of infection and make healing go slower (I also like the headcanon where potions can only slightly speed up natural healing for a healthy person. For a sick person, they'd be bad for their body since it's literally just speeding up the healing process on a small scale).

[radios-arcade]

First art piece for a discord gift exchange :3

This one was for wombvle ^^

[its-coffeetime]

Day 19 Whumptober: Abandoned cabin

Prompt list belongs to @whumptober

— Techno was the only survivor of his family... his parents were tried and sentenced to death (his mother burned at the stake and his father hanged) for practicing witchcraft....

They tried to protect their son, they didn't want Techno to suffer the same fate... after all, Techno is not only a hybrid, but also a witch.

So he flees the city where he has lived all his life before someone catches him, winter hits harder than ever... and he has nothing to survive these temperatures.

Walking through the snow, he stumbles upon a huge palace that seems uninhabited, but as time passes and the storm worsens, he begins to hear the voice of a man speaking to him from inside the palace.—

“With sacrifice, intended for a kid,

He on the altar laid a calf unblessed,

The hallowed lamb, and the unblemished first

Of all the flock.” — Paradise Lost (John Milton)

I've been working on an Au inspired by @dorylinae-supremacy fic (Ask for Nothing).

I'm still working on this Au but if you want to know more about CrowNest Techno you can always send me questions!

[nomsfaultau]

Do yah ever think about how Mandatory Family Reunion Phil would’ve done anything to get back to that shining moment of the family dinner in France, when Techno was beginning to warm up to the family and realize he didn’t want to go back to his parents? The moment when Philza allows himself the vulnerability of sharing the traumas that shaped him, and Techno actually listens and understands? The moment when Techno doesn’t flinch from his touch, but leans into that comfort? Begins to accept the family?

But how it’s because he would do anything, no matter how gory or horrific, that he loses Techno forever? Because he proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that for all his flowery words he has never. once. cared. about what Techno actually wants? Proved he is just as cruel as Techno’s parents? Do you ever think about how in his desperation to save the idea of Techno, Philza destroyed him completely?

Because I don’t. Literary analysis is for nerds

[ashwolffe]

Paramedic Au is now on AO3!! with many more chapters to come! Please take care of yourselves as this fic can deal with heavy themes at times.

Two Paramedics Walk into a Bar - Chapter 1 - AshWolffe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59240101

[bunfloras]

trying to think of an epic and cool extra whumpy prompt but all my brain got is. hit phil with a rock. one bird one stone . bonk him in the head. get that loser. Concussed. rock time baby

It’s raining.

No—maybe it’s not. He touches his fingers to his face, and they come away sticky. Rain isn’t sticky. But it’s much too dark to even see his hands, let alone what’s on them. He opts for blissful ignorance instead, and closes his eyes again.

A shame his head hurts so bad. This is a nice spot for a nap.

Drip, drip, drip.

It slides from his hair and down his cheek. He blinks sluggishly—not that there’s much difference between the world behind his eyelids and the world outside. Some of it gets in his mouth. He spits it out, repulsed by the acrid, coppery tang.

The ground is awfully hard beneath him. Not much like grass at all, really. The air smells stale, and wet—like the smell after it rains.

Petrified?

…Petrichor.

He groans, rolling onto his side. The pounding in his head is getting louder, sharper. It’s like footsteps, thumping painfully against the inside of his skull, getting heavier and faster and—

“Phil?”

Hands lift him upward, bracing him against a warm chest. There’s light, now, flickering and orange and much too bright. He glares banefully at it for a moment, then back up at a pink snout and a furrowed brow.

“Go ‘way. ‘M sleepin’.”

Technoblade snorts. Phil swats weakly at him when he’s jostled again, a hoof prodding at his head. It makes fresh pain lance down his skull, and he recoils with a hiss and a twitch of dusty wings.

“Tha’ hurts, y’ fuckin’ asshole…”

“Bruh.” Technoblade hefts him easily up, like little more than a ragdoll in his arms. Phil wishes he’d just fuck off and let him sleep. “Stay awake, old man. You can get yer’ beauty sleep after you aren’t concussed.”

Right. Concussed. That would explain it.

“How did you ever survive on yer’ own for so long? It’s like you have a danger magnet, or somethin’.” Technoblade’s voice is gruff, but even concussed, Phil can sense the undercurrent of worry.

“Five years…” His eyes flutter shut as the spinning and swaying of the world becomes nauseating, but the squeeze of a hand brings him back.

“Yeah, yeah. Five years in a hardcore world, I know. Every player knows.” Technoblade huffs, his breath stirring the hair on Phil’s forehead. “Five years, ‘n a pebble’s what brings you down. Not a good look, man.”

Why did Phil ever agree to take over the world with him again? He opens one eye to glare at his partner.

Technoblade just hums. The hand squeeze’s Phil’s arm again.

“…I’m glad you’re alright, Phil. Don’t go scarin’ me like that again, though.”

“No promises.”

[ria-writes-stuff]

Cruel Summer Whump: Day 3

Cruel Summer - Whump Event - Chapter 4 - Ria_Writes_Stuff - Minecraft (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

@cruelsummerwhump

Prompt: "Come on, come on, don't leave me like this! I thought I had you figured out"

How I interpreted it: Being abandoned without apparent reason

TWs: temporary abandonment, head injury, blood, referenced child-abuse/manipulation, finger/nail injuries

Words: 547

Ranboo wasn't sure how long he'd been in here. It could have been an hour, it could been ten.

The Nest was- never a nice place to go. He couldn't quite remember why Teagon had hurled him in here, why he'd grabbed him with bruising force by the back of his neck, dragged him twisting in terror down the stairs of the basement, and quite literally thrown him against the wall, Ranboo's head snapping with a horrifying thunk against the back wall. But whatever the reason was- he was sure it was a good one. The Nest was for punishment, and Teagon only punished Ranboo to make him better.

He'd lain there, slumped and dazed in a rag-doll pile on the floor, warm liquid dripping steadily down the back of his neck from his head. The horrid copper-and-rust tang had slowly faded as he'd slipped in and out of consciousness, but now his hair was stiff and itchy, and it pulled on his skin where the blood had dried.

He couldn't- he couldn't remember-

His head hurt so awfully.

Ranboo sniffed, curled up tight up in one corner, wrapped with the pile of blankets that were usually left here for whoever was unfortunate to deserve Nest time. He'd been in here with Tommy a few times, when he'd been pulled into the blonde's hare-brained schemes, but the dark was never so heavy with someone else beside him, to hold his hand and whisper jokes.

Every time he shuffled, it echoed unpleasantly loud, and so he'd stopped moving entirely, limp and trembling while he waited for- for anything. Teagon wouldn't leave him for too long, right? And even if he did have to stay in here a while, someone would come to bring him food and water, to clean up the wound on the back of his head. Right?

… Right?

Ranboo's breath sped up, too-loud in the cell. They wouldn't leave him. He was still- he was still useful, he was still wanted-

If Teagon was going to kill him, he wouldn't do it like this, right? He wouldn't leave him to starve to death in the dark, terrified and alone.

Ranboo flinched as the low whine rang out through the room, clamping his hands over his mouth to stifle the whimpers that were threatening to burst out as well. He wanted out, he couldn't do this- why had Teagon left him? Why was he alone? He wanted out!

The logical part of Ranboo's brain told him that it was useless, scrabbling pathetically at the door, which was sealed so tightly that not even a glimpse of light could be seen underneath. There was nothing for him to get leverage on, nothing even for him to rip his nails out trying to break down. Just smooth, unyielding steel.

He didn't recognise the howl that burst out of him as he threw himself again and again, nor the screams and pleas for anyone to come get him, that he was so sorry, that he wouldn't do it again, that please could they not leave him here-

There was no response.

By the time the door was opened, eight and a half hours later, Ranboo was out cold, still leaning against the wall with bloodied fingers and a raw throat.

-0-0-0-

Did Ranboo do anything to warrant this? Nope, Teagon was having a shitty day, and the sight of his pet/toy/whumpee having a good time was enough to make him want to *end* that He went and had a nap while Ranboo had a panic attack

[daydreamwhumpinc]

~Random Fic Recommendation~

Title: we are gods! we are wolves!

Author: acuteroses, Cats_Dont_Float

AO3 Link

Summary: "“Trust me, I promise,” Phil says, and every rational bone in his body tells him not to, that it is an impossible thing to promise, and the universe will ultimately prove Phil a liar, but, for once, his instincts override all reason, and he nods slowly in agreement.

“I trust you,” Technoblade says, and, for the first time in his life, he means it.

A retelling of the Antarctic Empire, in which two outcasted hybrids, half-piglin Technoblade and avian Philza, decide that it's time to fight back against those that have wronged them."

My 50 cents: Haven't really followed DSMP, but I absolutely adore everything to do with emerald duo. For a long time, they were my go to comfort platonic soulmates :) Even now, they hold a special part in my 💛 The fic captures their personality beautifuly, the writing is really good and engaging, and there is WHUMP ;)

[ace-aro-anxiety-adhd-anarchy]

Chapters: 2/10

Chapter summary:

He needed someone to show an emotion, anything other than the suffocating resignation that filled the house. He needed his father to not have given up!

The comfort of denial only worked so well, for so long, when the bottled-up reality raged below the surface. Growing into an insurmountable wildfire the longer they all sat around and simply, waited.

Fuck he wish his father hadn’t given up…

[onesaltyerik]

I didn't see any fics yet of the duel Chayanne and Philza had so I made one.

Preview:

“Well then, brat. I see thou knowest the purpose of mine visit, clever one.” the man…puppet…mimicked Chayanne’s stance as he drew his own blade. A mockery of how Philza would have moved. 

“Perhaps if thine presence is such distraction for mine vassal’s purpose here,” Not-Philza’s head tilted the other way, clicking as bone shifted unnaturally against itself. “Then a culling is in due order.”  

Chayanne lunged. 

“Give me back my father you shit!” 

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Thinking about human!Techno on osmp again tonight. I love bunnyblade a lot, but 'just a guy human!Techno who somehow got adopted into a hybrid commune' is such a banger and I miss content revolving around that...

[reckless-rider]

Anyone wanna recommend Emduo fics?

[its-coffeetime]

Day 16 Whumptober: Necrosis

Prompt list belongs to @whumptober