#it's the Technoblade effect

[nomsfaultau]

As much as I adore stupidly tall Technoblade, there’s so much potential in him being short. All these tall tales of the man that causes everyone else in the land to tremble, and then in walks a guy who’s barely 5’0” and yet everyone in the room tenses. Particularly love the image of Quackity cowering back from a tiny ferocious pig man.

plus the comedic potential of Tommy being taller than him ALONE makes it worth considering. Tommy trying to hide behind Techno for protection except you can so easily snipe him with a bow regardless, or continually slamming his forehead on the doorways in Techno’s house. Since Techno never planned to see basically anyone again in retirement he fully did not make an house survivable for giants. But also every week Techno makes his doorways shorter by an inch just so Tommy never adjusts to ducking. It’s like two months before Tommy realizes. It’s also a massive problem when Ranboo starts hanging around the house, especially since they leave horn marks on the ceilings.

[dilfza-discourse]

Was going through my notebooks from a few years ago and found this unfinished sketch :(

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[starsandwriting]

^Resident long-suffering gothic heroine

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Heeere's my gift for @starlight-and-the-moon as part of the @mcyt-halloween exchange. I hope you like it!

I present to you: Techno's chat but instead of disembodied voices in his head, they manifest as thorny vines bursting out of his skull. And also eyes. Good luck king.

[veunho]

*having a normal day*

New Command: read There Once Was A Man Named Theseus (Again™)

[juststarlo]

(Heyo new pinned post ayy)

Hey everyone! :3 my name is Starlo! (Previously paperjamz) anyway, i did some rebranding but if you don’t know me,

I pretty much just post my art and sometimes I say funny (debatable) things,

And if you’d like to request me to draw fanart here are some of the fandoms I’m in:

-pretty much anything mcyt (c!sleepy bois inc, hermitcraft, the trafic life series, clownPierce, Kaboodle, ldshadowlady, animation vs minecraft, parkour civilization)

-the last of us 1 (there is no tlou2 in ba-sing-se)

-adventure time

-gravity falls

-mcsm

-Detroit: become human

-mass effect

(Will probs add more)

[korobeiniki]

i hate saying this but... the dream smp was more compelling than the minecraft movie could ever be. unfortunately.

[capsyst]

And here it is! My first fully completed Procreate Dreams animation. I used audio from one of Technoblade’s more famous rants during his Potato War series. I love Technoblade and miss him every day, so I hope that I was able to capture the magic of his energy in my animation.

I animated the roughs and drew the backgrounds in Procreate, but then I imported that into Dreams to do all the cleanup. It runs at 24 fps, but there’s a lot of variations to spice it up in there.

I wanted to really challenge myself so there’s a LOT going on in this short 9 second clip. There’s a camera move with multiple layers to achieve a subtle parallax scroll, there’s two lighting changes with one being a completely animated shadow layer, and there’s a warp effect on the curtains for when it opens and closes.

There’s still a lot that could be cleaned up. Some of the linework is a little more jittery than I would prefer, and the coloring process was awful. Every color was its own separate layer, which was exhausting to do. I really hope i can figure out a faster and easier way to do the coloring process because that took me over a week to complete! Yikes!

Overall I’m extremely proud of my work here. I’ve been working on this 9 second clip since Dreams released and I really wanted to showcase to everyone just how powerful Dreams is. I know a lot of people were complaining about it when it released and I wanted to do something to help reorient people’s expectations. I genuinely cannot believe that I did all of this on my iPad!

If anyone has any questions or would like to see a breakdown of this animation, please feel free to contact me!

And remember… Technoblade never dies!

[lavendarhearts]

listening to Jack Manifold's mods play random sound effects and Jack waking up almost every time has me manifold shiggling

[sircantus]

Yknow that thing where if cats get raised around dogs they act like dogs and vice versa with dogs around cats?

Ok so Werewolf Technoblade and Vampire Wilbur but they both met each other like minutes after they got bit by their respective monster and immediately bonded over it and later on as they grew into being these new inhuman creatures it caused them to have a weird mix of both vampire and werewolf habits

Like. Techno automatically avoids the sun. It doesn’t even hurt him he’s literally fine with it but he used to hide out in the shade so often with Wilbur that now he just naturally avoids direct sunlight on habit. He always gravitates to shaded areas first and doesn’t even realize it.

Wilbur gets extra antsy on full moons. It has no effect on him but because he always follows after Techno during those nights, he’s used to a full moon = very active night/hunting time!! If he ever sees it in the sky he’ll look around like “what are we waiting for?? Lets go??? Lets go run?? Hunting time??”

Technoblade drinks a bit more blood than what is necessary out from his hunts, like how a vampire would. Wilbur tends to maul his kills with his teeth before actually feeding, like a werewolf would.

Techno mimicking Wil’s vampire hissing and Wil mimicking Techno’s growling. Both of them purring. Are we seeing the vision

[forgingtheblade]

CLOAK PART TWO: BET YOU DIDNT EXPECT THERE TO BE MORE TO IT

this! is what the roses i’ve been working on since june were for. and i finally finished it last week. while i was originally planning for 12 roses, when i finished the 8th rose in the interest of not making things harder than they needed to be, i laid everything out to check the spacing, and realized that anything more than 8 would be overkill. from then on, it was a matter of figuring out how exactly i wanted them to go on.

in general, i knew i wanted more gold in the cloak. i added trim to the bottom of the banner, the top of the fur at the hem, and around the roses & as their stems.

i was pretty nervous at this point, everything still felt so disjointed and laying out the stem without anything between the roses was so awkward. i was kind of terrified at this point that all of the over a hundred hours i’d invested in the roses was for naught. but sketching in how i wanted the leaves to fill out the space relieved a lot of that anxiety.

this thin braided trim i used for the roses and stems and leaves was in weirdly short supply, and i ended up needing somewhere in the realm of 5 or 6 spools of it. the store had 3 in stock at a time. they did also have a variation with a white middle instead of gold, and I thought it would be close enough. but the difference was still super apparent from a distance, so i pulled out the center of it and threaded a gold cord onto a needle and wove it into place instead. it was labor intensive, but SO worth it to me.

for the leaves, i originally wanted them to be fully beaded. after some experimentation i decided otherwise, and settled on this layered effect using some black lace and a brocade i had on hand, leftover from the last time i built a technoblade cosplay. i trimmed them with that same gold ribbon and added beads for veins, and they did exactly what I wanted them to do with color and space on the cloak. i made 26 leaves to go along with my 8 roses, spaced along the stem on the hem of the cloak.

ultimately, i put probably in the realm of 200-250 hours into the cloak alone, and i am so proud of every detail as it’s fallen into place. i feel like ive made a cloak truly worthy of technoblade and his legacy.

[uunoia]

Aphrodisiacs

Part of my Technoblade x Reader WIP Word: ~1600

Phil handed the both of you hot, steaming cups of tea. “I hope you both like it, I brewed this especially for the both of you.” You quirked a brow at the old man as he folded his arms in his robe, finding his choice of words odd. Mentally shrugging it off, you blew on your cup before giving it a careful sip. It was deliciously sweet with a hint of a floral sense to It and In all honesty you had to give Phil credit where credit is due. 

“Oh wow. This tea is amazing, Phil.”

Techno took a sip as well, the dainty china looking smaller In his larger sized hand. An amusing sight from your perspective.

“Yeah, It's alright I suppose.” Techno relaxed into the chair, his ankle resting on his knee as he leaned back in his seat, Techno and you both took another sip.

“What did you put in it?” You innocently asked, taking another sip.

Phil smiled, “It's a special brew. I added some of those sweet berries and rose flower petals-”

Technos eyes widened, he stopped drinking all together and he went for a full on spit take. Spraying you completely in the warm brew. Your face, hair, and your shirt doused completely with tea.

Techno coughed violently, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at the small china cup. “Phil.” His voice was dangerously calm, but the look in his eyes screamed nothing but the utmost betrayal. As If his dear old friend had dramatically driven a knife in his back in a moment of weakness. “You've doomed me, Phil. You did not just serve us-”

“Oh, lighten up mate,” Phil waved him off casually, “You both have been way too tense lately. So, I just added a little something extra. Thought you two could use it.”

You settled your cup down and dried your eyes with the bottom of your shirt, one look at Techno and you could see his cheeks were dusted pink. He bolted upright, his chair scraping against the floor as he approached the window. He opened the window and dumped the rest of the brew from his cup like it had personally offended him, making Phil sifle a chuckle at the sight.

You, still dripping of tea, adjusted your wet shirt as it clung uncomfortably to your skin, dawning realization of what Phil had just admitted.

“…Did you just—” You blinked at him. “Did you just drug us?!”

“What? Nah. It’s just herbs.” Philza rolled his eyes as he waved off, completely unbothered. “Back in the day, we used to drink it all the time. It’s good for blood flow, stamina, y’know?”

Techno choked again, fists clenching at his sides. “PHIL! THAT MAKES IT WORSE!”

“Not that kind of stamina—”

“That’s literally what it’s used for!”

Phil shrugged. “Can also be used for energy, focus, a bit of warmth—”

Techno shook his head furiously, his entire face heating up. You had never ever seen Techno this flustered, or affected by something In all the time you had known him.

He’s been through war, escaped an execution attempt and took actual betrayal better than Phil’s aphrodisiac brew.

“No. No…We’re out. We’re gone. We leave.” He picked you up off the chair by your elbow, your chair scraping against the spruce floor, making you stand.

“Hey!-” You gasped at the suddenness. He turned on his heel, already storming toward the door, your arm in his hand.

“Phil- You’ve doomed me. You've doomed me, Phil-” Phil could all but chuckle at the sight before him like the agent of chaos he painted himself to be.

“Techno, where are we going?!” You stumbled slightly before matching his pace to the door.

“You and I are drinking milk.” He dragged you out of the house, leading you into the basement. It was with such urgency It was as though you needed to be exorcised of the tea's effects.

Phil called out, “And help her get cleaned up!” Techno only grumbled in response as you both left the front door and went to the basement.

Phil chuckled, sipping on his regular tea. “...So dramatic. The both of you.”

The basement was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos that had just unfolded in the cabin above. You were still drenched in tea, your drenched shirt making you shiver in the cold. Droplets dripped from your hair, trailing down your face and neck.

Techno was already rummaging through one of the storage chests, muttering something under his breath about “old man meddling where he shouldn’t.” His cheeks were still pink, the tips of his ears twitching slightly, and you knew—you knew—he was dying inside.

Techno grabbed a bottle of milk from the chest, drinking some of the cool and sweet cure-all before turning and handing the rest to you. 

He turned back around and rummaged through the chests. You stood awkwardly near the ladder before you drank the rest of the milk bottle. 

It didn't exactly feel like you were under the influence of any status effects. You felt normal, other than the slight chills you got from getting soaked your body felt entirely the same before and after the tea. It felt completely the same after the milk too, which, you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

"So... Do you have a towel, or am I supposed to just stand here and marinate?"

Techno turned around, holding a white shirt (probably his, judging by the size), and tossed it at you without a word. The fabric smacked you in the face.

You peeled it off with a deadpan expression. "Thanks. That really helped."

He huffed, crossing his arms. "You're welcome."

You shook your head, sighing. “I can’t believe Phil…”

“I can.” Techno muttered, grabbing a clean rag from another chest and handing it to you. “Man’s been alive for centuries, he was bound to get bored eventually.”

You took the rag from his hand and started dabbing at your face, before Techno took the rag back, gently dabbing and drying your face himself. Thinking you probably wouldn't do as good a job without some help. You muttered a small thank you to which he gruffly hummed in response. He was actually surprisingly careful, his hand held your cheek while the other held the towel, gliding it over your face and neck. 

You mentally shook your head, remembering the tea. You grimaced as the brew stuck to your skin. "God, this stuff is so sticky. It’s like he brewed honey in it."

Techno let go of your face, hanging the rag on one of the ladder steps. "You should probably change before it stains."

You paused, looking down at your soaked shirt. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d leave so I could do that.”

He didn’t move.

“…Techno.”

He blinked. “What?”

You gestured vaguely. "Privacy?"

He stared at you for a long moment, then let out an exaggerated sigh, “Alright…” distancing himself from you and leaning against the stone wall, "I'll turn around."

"You could also leave, y'know."

"Nope," He said flatly, spinning on his heel so his back was to you. "Not taking my chances. Knowing Phil, that tea might have some kind of delayed effect or some weird potion nonsense. You pass out or start hallucinating, not my problem.” He rambled, feeling anxious and fidgety about the situation overall.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "So dramatic…”

He scoffed. “Says the one who almost swan dove into a lava lake if it weren't for me.”

“Okay, first of all—”

“Change.”

You rolled your eyes, but ultimately gave up. You turned your back to him and pulled the damp shirt over your head, shivering slightly as the cool air hit your skin. The only thing covering your top half being your bra. You felt around blindly for the dry shirt he had thrown at you earlier.

Of course, because today sucked, you dropped it.

A beat of silence.

“…You good?”

You clenched your jaw. “No.”

You reached down to grab the shirt, forgetting that you were currently half-dressed. You barely had time to react before Techno glanced over his shoulder.

And then immediately regretted his life choices.

“Oh God—” He whipped his head around so fast you thought he’d snap his own neck. He practically slammed his hand over his mouth, his face burning a violent red. He really didn't mean to, he wasn't stupid. He assumed you were done putting on the shirt, how long does it really take to change a shirt?

You snatched the dry shirt off the floor and yanked it on as fast as humanly possible. “WHY DID YOU LOOK?!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

“WHY DID YOU LOOK?!”

“I PANICKED!”

A painfully awkward silence settled between the both of you.

Techno cleared his throat, still refusing to turn around. His face was completely red, he wanted to say anything, quip even! The embarrassment was choking him as much, maybe even more than you. “…You done?”

“…Yeah.”

He exhaled sharply, finally relaxing his shoulders. “Cool. Great. Fantastic.” He turned back around, face still a little too pink. 

You rubbed your temples. “Let’s never talk about this.”

“Agreed.”

Another beat.

Tommy’s voice could be heard from upstairs, followed by the front door opening and slamming shut. Followed by a muffled, “PHIL!!” Followed by the sound of something breaking.

You and Techno both groaned in unison.

“Alright- That's enough mortifying embarrassment for one day” Techno then turned towards the double spruce door leading outside, opening one of the doors, the chill of the snowy outside nipping at your skin.

“Where are you going?”

“The tactical retreat—” He closed the spruce door behind him.

[angelsandarsenic]

I always imagined him with one of those necklace like glasses things that librarians wear, gold and beaded. And then if he has the chance before the fight starts he’ll take down his glasses like when a girl takes off her earrings and you’re like “oh shit”.

I always imaged he only used them for reading and stuff but if he would need to put in contacts for a fight that would get tedious so maybe some kind of potion that happens to turn his eyes red as the effect

Today's random c!Techno thought: I love it when people draw him with glasses, but as a glass wearer myself I can't help wonder at how impractical that is during combat. They'd get smudged with dirt and blood so easily, not to mention they could fly off in the middle of a fight

[lookinghalfacorpse]

long overdue cdream seizure drabble for @icecreamvi. dream is finally healthy enough to fight again, but seizures still hit at inopportune times.

/dsmp /rp

It was good to see Dream fighting again.

In all fairness, this fight in particular was a bit annoying. Technoblade and Dream were on their way back home after some errands when they were ambushed in the forest. Techno learned over the years that people who got lost in that enchanted forest, designed by the Goddess of Death to disorient and confuse, grew desperate quickly. They were little more than petty thieves, but even stray dogs are dangerous when they're hungry.

And their archer was infuriating.

Dream raised his shield a bit above his head, stopping an arrow before it landed in Techno's shoulderblade. With his shield occupied, Dream held his opponent at bay while blocking with his axe. "You couldn't afford to watch your back a bit more?" He joked.

"Eh," Techno replied. He was more interested in tossing one of the swordsmen into a tree. Humans are too easy to throw around.

Dream wasn't anywhere close to his former strength, but he could hold his own in battle, and he still overpowered most opponents. It was impressive to watch. He was quick and clever, and he knew how to use his bodyweight as a source of power, even after all the weight he lost. He was quick to disarm the swordsman that opposed him, and while the poor soul scrambled back to his feet and scanned around him for options, Dream stepped forward and smoothly raised his axe above his head--

--when suddenly his shoulder shuddered, and the axe dropped to the snow.

Dream gasped as air was forced out of his lungs, a hand raising to his chest in panic. Techno was familiar with the warning signs of a seizure. He's helped Dream endure countless seizures, both in the Vault and outside of it. He heard the creak of the archer's bow and bolted over to Dream just in time to guard him from an arrow. Instead of landing in Dream's skull, it sunk deep into Techno's mid-back.

Techno tried not to react to the sting. "Hey, Dream--"

Dream made a pained sound as the seizure took hold, his knees giving out and his shoulders spasming. His right shoulder twisted backwards while the left trembled uncontrollably. He fell fully into Techno's arms, his moans giving way to silence as he ran out of breath.

A second arrow hit Techno's shoulder. A third near the base of his neck. The swordsman, seeing his opening, lunged towards his blade.

They needed to run.

Techno gathered Dream's body in his arms and sprinted for the forest. With any luck, its disorienting effects could lend them an advantage. Dream's hands clawed into the fabric of his shirt, pulling it at odd, uncomfortable angles. Techno had to keep adjusting his grip as the young man squirmed and seized, desperate not to hold him too tightly and risk hurting him.

As soon as he couldn't hear arrows fly anymore, Techno ducked behind a large tree and set Dream on the ground, hunching his body protectively over him. If that damn archer found them again, he'd see nothing but piglin.

"Breathe through it," Techno instructed, his own breath heavy from the exertion.

Dream met his eyes. Sometimes he seemed lucid throughout the seizure while other times he seemed more unconscious. This time, his gaze was watery and heartbroken, but intelligent. "Te-- Tech-- Tech--"

"I said breathe, not talk, nerd." Techno placed a hand on Dream's shoulder, rubbing along the fabric of his jacket slowly. "Relax."

Fully encompassed by Technoblade's body, half-buried in snow, and surrendering to a seizure, Dream looked so small.

"You're--bleeding--" Dream coughed, his voice strained as his jaw tightened.

"And you're seizin'. I'd say we're both doin' pretty great."

"I'm--"

"Dream. Hush."

"I'm--sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorr--"

Techno bowed his head until their foreheads touched, letting his eyes fall closed. They'd ride this out together, like they always did.

"--sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

[mcyt-builds-contest]

The Frost Citadel

Builder : TangoTek

Series : Hermitcraft Season 9

Propaganda : decked out is not only an incredible build on the OUTSIDE, with a great colour scheme and a lot of detail, it's also a hugely important build for the season in general - being the place most people would hang out for the last few months of the server - and importantly a redstone MASTERPIECE. how did this man create literally an entire game with a point buy system and effect cards and randomised threats in minecraft?! like this is vanilla. i think the only mod used was for the disc system and even then he was ready to run that without mods. on so many levels this is such a fantastic build.

The Winter Cabin

Builder : Technoblade and Philza

Series : DSMP

Propaganda : techno and phil's cabins are THE build they're what minecraft is to me maybe not impressive or huge. they use common materials. there's no redstone mechanics. but they're what minecraft is about: making a place yours. making something with your friend. genuinely the most meaningful build in my opinion because it was simple and cozy and made sense for these characters! the stable with carl right in front. the dog house. the soft glow of the beacon. the fact their cabins are connected. similar but not the same. that's my propaganda op. that these cabins sum up what makes minecraft so lovely. and are a great memory for techno. | It's cozy and safe. The perfect hideaway for anyone looking to plan revenge and hold political book clubs. Includes three main houses and a giant training area. It has many adorable animals, including Steve. A polar bear.

Taglist!

@10piecechickenmcnugget

@choliosus

@biro-slay

@betweenlands

@xdsvoid

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

One of the funny things to came out of me learning about DSMP fandom-first, and not seeing a lot of the actual canon first-hand until later, was the c!Technoblade quote "For you the world Phil"

Which I discovered months down the line was not, in fact, from a dramatic lore moment of great emotional weight, probably either before or after some grand battle. It wasn't even from SMP Earth when the Antarctic Empire took over the world, which is where I'd kind of assumed it was from. No, that quote was an exasperated comment at the end of a married-couple-style squabble over bookshelves.

Still an amazing quote, great demonstration of their devotion to each other and all that, but accidentally stumbling across the actual context of it after I'd seen it used to such dramatic effect all over the fandom was really funny.

[nomsfaultau]

Silly Techno moments

*gets locked in prison* Sam this isn’t doing much to change my political beliefs Sam!

Strange what 5 months of total isolation can do to someone. Always a positive effect

Dream: I have never written on wattpad Techno: So a different website is what you’re saying

You know, the thing is, Tubbo, you started a country, and then i spawned withers in it, and then you dropped an anvil on my head, i blew up your country, and all these experiences have taught me a valuable lesson about the cyclical nature of revenge. I mean, if we just keep fighting the people who wronged us first, it's just going to be an endless loop, an endless cycle of revenge till theres nothing left. And with that being said, LET’S GO KILL ERET!!

Are you an egg Morman? 

BadBoyHalo: ‘follow the…’ I’m guessing that said, ‘egg’ Technoblade: It could be, like, ‘follow the…@Technothepig on Twitter dot com, but your guess is as good as mine

I got so used to being a wanted criminal, and then I just got rid of the country with a bounty on me, and all my problems were solved ^ u ^

I feel like I’d do a decent Technoblade impression