#i kinda like it though

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Hrg texture brush..

[writing-oof]

I Don’t Care What the Voices Say; I Do Not Trust You

This is my submission for Day 1 of the First Try Technoblade Challenge! Because Tumblr formatting sucks, it’s taken like 20 mins to actually post, but I finished this at 11:59 PM, starting at 11:30 lol

It’s RivalsDuo (Dream and Technoblade)

This story has some blood and mostly implied gore. Don’t worry, though, cause it ends nice :]

Technoblade breathes into his hands, the air seeping out of his hands chilled into a fog in the mid-Winter freeze.

Something crunches, snapping sickly like sinew and bone, and Technoblade presses back against the wood of the barn.

Blood is thick in the air.

yes

Yes

YES

At least someone's happy, even if it's probably never going to be him.

The horses seem unbothered, barely sparing a glance to the massacre or to Technoblade's presence in their shared stall.

He's pretty sure horses are meant to have their own stalls, but he supposes that's only for normal horses and not whatever sorts of horses the fae keep.

They look like normal horses, but the four-legged fae now feasting together on Technoblade's Elders had looked normal at first too.

good idea

nom

ew gross

Technoblade scans the bit of barn he can see again, but like the first few times it's clear that there's nowhere for him to run.

Bootsteps squelch on bloodied mud, the four-legged fae sniffing as they creep deeper into the barn, all moving in the same direction like a pack of wild wolves descending on a lone deer. The claws on their hands drag on the wall, a soft scraping sound that sends shivers down Techno's spine.

He tightens his grip, nails biting into his cheek as he holds his own mouth closed.

His heart hammers in his chest.

dont be a baby

fight fight fight

monster pog

youre so annoying

He doesn't have time to be distracted. He can hear them closing in, the creatures passing by the stall with the sheep as if they can smell him cowering among the horses.

The doors to the stable stall creak on their hinges as something hisses and rasps, a thousand tongues flicking the air.

popsicle gone in one lick :(

i hate you guys

Be Quiet. We're about to die.

Something clangs from the entryway, metal on metal shaking the air. The fae hiss and, in an instant, whatever was coming to bother them is gone, swarmed with facefulls of teeth.

Chat laughs in time with the screaming, a sick sort of harmony to it.

die?

technoneverdies

you never die

you wont die

you cant die

technoblade never dies

They're going to eat us, Techno hisses, his eyes burning, What blood will you get then?

Chat stutters to a halt.

Then, all at once, they return.

no non no no blood?

blood? no more blood?

L

cringe

not very pog

blood need blood

It's whisper after whisper of the same sentiment, all equally unhelpful. Until--

sneak out the back

Technoblade moves before he can second-guess himself.

He can't fight the fae, they're twice his size at least and more than ten times him in numbers. So, running it is.

technosneak

technostealth

shhhhh

focus

The wood creaks quietly beneath him, but the swarm is distracted enough that they only twitch. Nothing sees him as he slinks out of the horse's stall and into the cows.

There, in the furthest corner of the stall, is a gap. It's nearly too small for him, and no one else in the village would have had a chance in hell at slipping through it.

Technoblade barely makes it through, pulling himself as small as he can.

He creeps away from the building and toward the treeline, step by careful step.

be careful

He is.

He's so careful that he barely realizes he's made it into the forest until trees are around him on all sides.

Techno lets out a breath. Still, the night isn't over.

And neither, it seems, is the hunt.

A fae howls, loud and dizzying, and Technoblade holds his breath.

Chat doesn't waste a second though, screaming in tandem.

RUN

Technoblade knows better than to wait and he doesn't hesitate. Before he can even get his bearings, he's off like a shot, following the directions of the choir of whispers deeper into the trees.

left

right

there

faster

He can hear the trees bending behind him, branches twice his width snapping as the swarm gains on him.

Trees rush past him in a blur until he stops, boots skidding in the dirt as he stares at a figure directly in his path.

"Run!" Technoblade shouts, trying to urge them on, "There's fae coming!"

wait

The figure, a boy about his size, blinks. He stammers for a second before shrugging helpless and turning to the creatures that have made their way back into Techno's sight. He narrows his eyes and demands, "Go away!"

Techno's heart drops, sure that this is how it ends, but miraculously--as if puppets pulled by strings--the fae turn around and thud back from whence they came.

what

Techno stops, eyes wide and lungs still heaving. "How the hell did you get them to go away?"

The boy just smiles and waves awkwardly. "Uh…hi?"

He glances down at Technoblade's feet.

Suddenly, all of the breath rushes out of Techno's lungs.

There, underneath his heel, a mushroom bends, one in a ring of dozens.

On the grass, just a few feet from the boy, is a smiling porcelain mask that shimmers even in the shade.

When he looks, rows of needle-point teeth glimmer behind the fae's lips.

fae friend?

ohh

pog

Technoblade, not exactly sharing the sentiment, scrambles back with a scream.

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(So the idea here was like evil cannibal fae? but not all of them just the ones techno runs into and then dream buddy now bound by souls cause baby man stepped on a shroom its all good though theyre buddies)

[klutzytomb]

I was messing with some art style stuff and I think this is the closest I’ve gotten to actually drawing myself in a while

[cyber-streak-2]

I finally found the mystery transformer again!!! I have no clue who they are-

I have no idea who they are either, tbh.

[superbattrash]

[reads a funny sentence in my own fic] haha I'm so funny

[finds seven typos on one page] I am an actual idiot

[locates a sentences that ends with ‘and he’] and he what?

[writes superbat banter like I get paid for it] teehee they’re in love

[scorpiotrait]

Sousuke: so what do you like to do for fun?

Bag Girl: [muffled noises]

Sousuke: haha sorry, what was that?

Bag Girl: :)

[thelasttime]

is it just me or if u look deeper, harry's lyrics in his new album makes no sense.....

they seem more descriptive / objects rather than metaphors like "coffee, pancakes for two" is just him describing a scene

[old-scratchpaper]

I swear it's beautiful here. Just don't look down.

[chiptrillino]

ID: Katara and sokka in swimgear. in the first image, sokka is searching for something in the water. his hair getting wet. katara leans over to him saying "don't you think, its time for a haircut?" in the second image sokka rose form the water, a dog-shark creature in hand, swinging his hair in Katara face splashing her. smugly he says "no <3". End ID

i know its winter! i know it likley snowed by now on the northern hemilsphere! but... on the southern side is summer time right??? so... its fine.... this is fine!!!

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!!! please do not use or repost this artwork without permission!!!

[isjasz]

[Day 228]

The true way to finding the mending book /J

[brucethewannabebard]

Alright

Everything will be alright in the end.

That is the platitude I keep getting told. It is probably true. After all that is how things usually go. But therein lies the problem. I have been to the mountaintop and I can no longer suffer the view from the valley.

Because alright isn't good enough. You offered me amazing, and I bet everything on that promise. But turns out it was nothing more than smoke and mirrors, and you little more than a con artist. But during the performance my heart and soul fell in love with the feel of amazing.

So even if one day I make it back to alright, it will still feel like crap. Because it is hard to look at a lake the same way after sailing the ocean. Sure the placid waters of alright offer peace, and there is much to respect in ones for whom that is enough. But the turbulence of the waves and ferocity of the wind during a storm are but the price to be paid for the gentle rolls and warm breezes that accompany you between ports.

So for a soul that yearns for greatness, even if it might not be worthy of it, a lazy afternoon by the lakeshore will never be enough. I need the freedom that comes with the wind in my sails. So I will strive to find that greatness again, though my vessel is broken and splintered. Because I would rather drown in a storm just off the shore than hide in the shelter I built to survive.

So I am not alright, and I never will be. I will die in the depths of this despair, or come out the other side having crossed the ocean. Because one thing is for sure, knowing you has convinced me that settling for anything less than everything is not an enterprise worthy of my efforts.

[comradejosh]

"Scared To Love" is being released today :)) took me a while LOL

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Part 3 of Alastor's really bad awful day~ What's worse than having to go on a fake date with your rival ? Your other rival (one-sided) deciding to play paparazzi, of course.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 (end)

[itsnicsalad]

clean up🧺

[glitzydiamondgrl]

"Why do geometry when you can draw instead?" Pt. 2

[cadenzarose]

Beach date shenanigans!

aka I never imagined we'd get a relationship pre-reveal and now there are so many Scenarios in my head

bonus:

(Also, special thanks to @ittybittytatertot for helping me brainstorm!)