#outlaw!technoblade

[ichosetenderplaces]

listening to Johnny Cash like a true American while I write fanfiction about a fictional pig man

its giving me insane cowboy!techno and outlaw!techno thoughts

he robs a small town bank, sees your pretty little face behind the counter and immediately argue with him, and he just knows you're gonna be his

AGGHHH

[simplepotatofarmer]

sanctuary

living on the edge of the frontier, techno is used to many things wandering onto his land. that includes dream, an outlaw who is looking for some help and a place to hide.

rating: teen & up characters: technoblade, dream tags: western au, tending to injury, blood, alcohol

written for @nekioe for the @rivalsduogiftexchange! i hope you enjoy! <3 <3

The horse’s head hung low to the ground, sniffing the ground but making no move to nibble on the grass that poked out stubbornly from the dirt in sparse clumps. It was a white horse, grey on the nose and lower legs, and it wasn’t Techno’s horse. He stood in the doorway with his tin mug of coffee in hand, staring at the horse. Even at a distance, he could see the foamy sweat around the straps of the saddle if he squinted a bit. He didn’t need to squint to see the drops of blood in the dirt or the splash of red on the saddle blanket.

“Huh,” he said and took a sip of coffee before turning back inside. He set the mug down on the table. His gun and holster hung of the back of the chair and he picked it up. The leather was well worn and supple and buckling around his waist it was second nature. Through the greased paper window, Techno could see the horse, still in the same spot, just as blurry as when he had seen it the first time.

Outside, the sun was coming over the ridge and Techno squinted as he approached the horse from the front. It lifted its head but made no attempt to move away even as he patted its neck. Sweat covered its neck, chest, and flank. The horse had been ridden right to the edge of exhaustion, the sign of either a reckless or desperate rider. Judging by the blood, Techno thought desperate. The blood left a clear trail to his barn but he took the time remove the saddle and bridle from the horse.

“You just stay right here,” said Techno, giving the horse one last pat before following the trail of blood left on the dusty ground.

The barn door had been pulled closed. Blood was smeared on it, a partial hand print that the owner had attempted to wipe away. That struck Techno as odd. They had made no other attempt to hide their presence so why try to clean up the blood on his barn? He put one hand on the hilt of his gun and pulled the door open, letting light pour inside.

A gun was pointed right at Techno’s head.

The hand holding the gun was bloody and shaky and attached to a man, propped up against a bale of hay. His other hand was pressed against his side, holding a rag that likely used to be another color but was now reddish-brown. The lower half of his face was covered by a black bandana with a curved white line embroidered onto it, like a strange smile.

“Seriously, Bawaajigan?” Techno let go of his gun. “You’re gonna break into my barn then point a gun at me?”

An annoyed snort followed by a low wince of pain left the man. He lowered the gun.

“I—I told you, stop calling me that.”

“It’s your name, man, I dunno what to tell you,” Techno said with a grin. He crossed the distance between him and the man in three large steps. He knelt. “Did ya go and get yourself shot again?”

Above the black bandana, the man rolled green eyes. His forehead was shiny with sweat, blond hair sticking to his skin.

“What, sad it wasn’t you? Again?”

“You’re the one who wanted that duel, Dream.”

“Heh. Yeah—Yeah, that’s fair.”

Techno shook his head, grin softening into a knowing smile. The moment he saw the horse, he had thought his day would go something like this.

“Lemme see how bad it is.”

Dream slipped his gun into the holster that was strapped to his leg and finally pulled the black bandana down. Techno could count the number of times he had seen the whole of Dream’s face on one hand. He frowned a little as Dream pulled his hand away from his side. Dark, almost black blood slowly oozed from the tear in his skin.

“It didn’t get anything important,” said Dream.

One of Techno’s eyebrows shot upwards as he pulled a clean handkerchief out of his pocket.

“You sure about that?” he asked, pressing the handkerchief as gently as he could to the bullet hole. Dream drew in a sharp breath, air whistling between his clenched teeth.

“Well, I mean… No, but I don’t think it did.”

The words sounded uncertain and tight. Techno clicked his tongue. He wanted to ask what had happened, who had shot him this time and who was going to come looking for him. It was unlikely that anyone would come here; the last time he had been spotted in public with Dream, he had been twenty paces away. Techno’s hand felt around Dream’s side, looking for the exit wound. There was none.

“Good news,” Techno said as he leaned back on his heels, “you’re right – for once – and it didn’t hit anything important.”

The corner of Dream’s mouth twitched.

“Go to hell,” he said. And then, with the air of someone who already knew the answer, “What’s the bad news?”

“I’m gonna have to dig that bullet out.”

Dream closed his eyes for a moment. The blood had slowed to trickle, his body doing its job to keep him from bleeding to death. It wouldn’t matter if the bullet was left in to shift or break apart and seep lead into his blood.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

His eyes were still closed and Techno took this moment to look him over more closely. Blood had soaked his shirt and the waist of his pants but also near the hem of the opposite side. His knuckles were scrapped and his cheek was puffy and yellow, the sign of a newly forming bruise. 

“Alright. Well, I don’t want to go diggin’ it out in my barn so how about I help you inside?”

“Yeah, sure.”

With a deep sigh, Dream finally opened his eyes and began to push himself upright. His hand slipped a little on the loose straw covering the floor of the barn. Techno grabbed his shoulder to steady him before unceremoniously shoving his hands beneath Dream’s armpits and pulling him to his feet. A string of curses were muttered but Techno ignored them, wrapping an arm around Dream and letting him lean against him. The first couple steps, Dream was stubborn, trying to walk without assistance but by the time they had left the barn, he was fully leaning on Techno. He squinted in the sunlight.

“I left—Spirit should be out here, somewhere,” he said.

The horse had wandered a few feet, closer to pasture where Techno’s horses were, and was grazing. He would have to be put up but for now, exhaustion and the fact the other horses had wandered over to the fence to graze closer to the newcomer was working in their favor.

“He’s right there,” said Techno, nodding his head towards the fence. “He’ll be fine. I’m gonna stop you from dyin’ on my land and then I’ll go put him up, alright?”

Dream nodded. His jaw was clenched and his fingers dug into Techno’s arm hard enough to hurt as they climbed the stairs up to the porch. Techno almost made a joke about how he wasn’t going to drop Dream, if that’s what he was worried about, but decided against it.

“Your house sucks,” Dream said as he stepped onto the porch, breathing heavily.

Techno snorted.

“At least I have a house, Dream.”

He used his shoulder to push the door open. The bedroom was straight ahead, the door already open, and Techno steered Dream in that direction. It would mean a change of blankets but he needed a relatively flat surface.  

“You’re such a bastard.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Lay down,” Techno said.

Dream did what he was told without argument, though he tried to prop himself up on his elbows to watch Techno dig his leather medical bag out of his trunk and only fully laid down when Techno returned and pushed him back down. He grumbled a little then but it seemed to be all he had the energy for. Techno sat on the bed and the mattress creaked.

“Pull your shirt up a little.”

“You better not mess this up,” said Dream, pulling his torn and blood stained shirt up.

The buckle on the leather bag had long since broken and Techno pulled out a few items – clean rags torn into strips, a pair of thin metal tongs, and a bottle of whiskey – and set them on the crate serving as a night stand.

“Pfft, I’ll remind you that you came to me, man.” He uncorked the whiskey. Dream eyed the bottle warily. Carefully, Techno poured some over the wound then wiped away the blood with one of the rags. He glanced up at Dream, face beaded with sweat, and smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

Lifting his hand, Dream wrapped his fingers around Techno’s wrist, his pale skin in stark contrast to Techno’s brown skin, and squeezed.

“I—I believe you.”

It was earnest and Techno inclined his head towards Dream before picking up the metal tongs. Dream let go of his wrist in favor of balling his fists into the wool blanket as Techno began his work. He found one large chunk of the bullet fairly quickly and discarded it to the side. The other two pieces were harder to find and Techno paused a few times when Dream made a pained sound, reaching out to place his hand over Dream’s for a moment. When he had finally gotten the final fragment out with a bit of twisting and pulling, Techno poured more whiskey over the wound. Dream hissed out a quiet ‘god damn’.

“Anything else I oughta take a look at?” asked Techno, glancing down at the blood on Dream’s leg.

Dream shook his head.

“N-no, I’m fine.” Techno paused in the middle of rinsing his hands off in the basin and cocked an eyebrow. Dream huffed. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, okay? I’m fine.”

Drying his hands off on his pants, Techno pulled out another strip of the makeshift bandage. He slipped a hand behind Dream’s shoulder and guided him up. A pained wince was bit back as Dream glanced at Techno sheepishly.

“I believe you, alright, I believe you,” he said. Without being told, Dream lifted his arms up so that Techno could wrap the bandage around his abdomen a few times, pulling it taut enough to help stop the bleeding but not too tight to be uncomfortable. “D’you want to tell me what happened now?”

The expression on Dream’s face was serious, hurt, and he looked away. There had only been a handful times that Techno had seen Dream’s face but the times he had, the other man had been grinning. The change was disconcerting.

“It was an ambush. I—They’re probably going to come looking for me. I figured, you know, I figured that they wouldn’t look here.”

Techno pat Dream on the knee and then handed him the bottle of whiskey. Now he grinned as he took a swig, face scrunching up as the alcohol burned his nose.

“Well, I’ve never been one to kick an injured and homeless man to the curb,” Techno said, nudging Dream a little with his knee. “You can stay here as long as you need.”

“What—You’re a son of a bitch, Techno.”

Techno’s smile stretched wider.

“That sure is a funny way of sayin’ ‘thank you’, Dream.”

A long, resigned sigh was pulled from Dream.

“Thank you.”

[robinthinkstoomuch]

how does outlaw!dream manage to escape his execution? 👀👀👀

So! Dream was held and imprisoned for nearly three months, he’d been captured in a small town far from the capital and he was big shot enough that they wanted to transport him to the capital for confirmation first. (Especially since that sort of reward won’t be handed out so easily.)

In that time, Sam (who was actually running the jailhouse) had him tortured for information regarding other outlaws in the area. It was fruitless- but the damage was done.

One of said outlaws happened to be Technoblade.

He owed Dream a favor and followed through in breaking him out (a few months too late for Dream- but he won’t openly complain). Just in time too, the transport crew was arriving within the week.

Techno got him his horse and got him out, Dream is thankful even if that’s where the generosity ended. He’s left to try and race across the countryside to outrun bounty hunters, cowboys, and local sheriffs.

Needless to say, it makes sense that he got caught up to. And by the warden of his own hell nonetheless.

[bleue-flora]

Was gonna do everyone, but I'm feeling lazy so here's what I got so far for the playdate au character details:

Name - Make Believe Name(s) - Age - Favorite Color - Physical Appearance - Other

Phil - Philza, Dadza - 16 - dark green - greenish blue eyes, gingerish blond hair - when he decides to go outside and play with the kids he tends to wear a silly looking striped hat (mostly though he tends to stay inside and text his girlfriend, Kristen)

Wilbur - WilburSoot (or also Ghostbur, Revivebur) - 13 - Blue - pretty fit and tan (because he’s on the school’s swim team), tall and lanky, brown hair and eyes - almost always wears his colonial style hat and when it’s cold enough his favorite yellow sweater

Sam - Awesamdude, Sam, Sam-nook, The Warden - 12 - green - naturally light brown hair he dyed green, brown eyes - has glasses, wears yellow tee-shirt and green cargo pants that he fills the pockets of with all kinds of handy tools and things, including rocks that he loves to collect, has a fake ruby necklace he loves to wear as well as his crown

Clay - Dream - 11 - lime green - green eyes, dirty blond hair - as he’s autistic he wears comfy clothes only like gym shorts and soft tee-shirts for example and hoodies when it’s cold enough (he will not be caught dead in jeans), used a paper plate with a smile on it to jump scare Tommy once and now it’s his Dream aesthetic

Luke - Punz - 11 - blue - bright blond hair and blue eyes - has a gold necklace he never takes off, his ears are pierced with some gold studs,, his favorite outfit is his ripped black jean shorts and white tee-shirt

Alex - Quackity - 10 - Red - dark brown eyes and black hair, kinda more short stubby - him and his family are mexican, tends to wear classic dark blue and black and doesn’t mind getting dressed up for the occasion, always wears a beanie though, carries a pack of candy cigarettes he pretends to light with a lighter he found, tends to carry a deck of cards and his dad’s old pocket knife, knows a little more than a kid should, has a little scar over his lip from falling face first that Techno turned into a whole lore point

Alexander - Technoblade - 9 - red - blue eyes and dirty blond hair though he tried to dye it an edge red to be cool and it turned out pink instead - he loves to wear his red cape and crown all the time, someone once called him a pig because of his pink hair and after that he added pig ears and nose to his Technoblade look, he also often is seen riding his stick horse steed named Carl, he has glasses that George often steals

Mark - Ranboo - 8 - purple - brown hair, green eyes and super tall and lanky - entire wardrobe is black with lots or variations of black and white, often see with sunglasses and face mask on to be mysterious and of course his crown

Nick - Sapnap - 7 - Orange - brown eyes and unkempt hair that’s just long enough to be annoying that he keeps out of his eyes with his white ninja headband - favorite outfit is black athletic shorts or pants with a flame themed shirt, when it’s cold he’ll wear the same shirts just with a long sleeve black shirt underneath, often carriers around a katana and pretends to be a stealthy ninja

Karl - Karl Jacobs - 7 - purple - light brown hair and blue eyes - when it’s cold he loves to wear his iconic hoodie, he wears lots of fun colors and patterns like the stereotypical stylish gay guy, he has a old stopwatch he likes to carry around

Thomas - Tommy, Tommyinnit - 6 - red - blond hair, blue eyes, tall (for his age) and lanky - likes to wear khaki and that two toned classic tee-shirt, often see with red bandana around his next like some western outlaw and appropriate red devil horns

Toby - Tubbo - 6 - green - bright blond hair and blue eyes - Niki gave him bumble bee barrettes he wears to keep his bangs out of his eyes, he’s very attached to his stuffed pig, can be found wearing cuffed jean shorts or sometimes overalls

George - Gogi - 5 - light blue -  brown eyes and messy hair - always carries around his mushroom patterned blanky, likes wearing his favorite iconic blue shirt and jeans

Current families developed in age order:

Dream, Techno, Sapnap, George

Phil, Wilbur (and surely Fundy needs to be the youngest)

Purpled, Quackity, Slimecicle

Punz, Vikk and Lazar (4 year old twins)

(Ya know based off appearances alone maybe Tubbo and Tommy should be twins?…)

 Others TBD...

[merao-mariposa]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! I base myself on pasión de gavilanes (no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandons his busy life in the city when a mysterious envelope arrives at his apartment citing it in the name of BigQ, the bandit.

La araña escarlata is missing and Quakity in dispair searches for all his friends from that time in an effort to find Roier. And even though Missa is extremely reluctant to return to a life that only brought pain to his door, but he finds himself unable to slam the door in a friend's face.

The town is just as he remembered it from his nightly rides, only now it is more full and alive than ever! His eyes linger on how the children run after each other with wooden swords, unaware of how on the outskirts of the town, when the sunset begins to fade into night, the bandits go out to loot what they find, kill cattle, and steal from crops. Everything to move on to the next town the day after and repeate.

It was such an exhausting life, and even when it is over he knows well that it will never left him completely, he will never be able to have his own children or someone to give his life for.

While he is thinking about how much more dignified it would be to die in the arms of a lover than in an alley after a bar fight, a sudden pressure on his legs makes him lose his, already bad, balance, and fall against the sandy floor full of of rocks.

He looked up, scared, searching with his purple eyes for the cause of the fall and there he saw it, a little boy, at most 7-6 years old, sitting on the floor in front of him, clearly upset and with bleeding knees; the clear culprit of the collision that occurred.

The boy apologizes quickly but the frown on his face makes him believe otherwise, he doesn't doubt that he is sorry but there is something else, before the man can speak the boy growls angrily towards his knees, he sounds more annoyed than pitiful and he rushes to grab a wooden sword that he surely lost in the fall with a sudden gesture.

Missa knows that anger, he has seen it before and he knows almost that well that where it leads is not a place for a child.

So he gently stops him from making any gesture, "Those are some pretty bad scratches you have there, chico." Missa stands up to his full extent, blocking the sun a little with his back and Chayanne is only slightly surprised by a second. Before he tries to answer, Missa continues resolutely "everyone bleeds after a bad wound" "but that's what's worth it, they leave a mark under the blood like the god of blood, did you know?"

Chayanne shyly shakes his head, suddenly all of his lava-burning rage feels cold, curiosity replaces anger and he can't help but wonder if that blood god is as cool as he sounds? His father has told him about multiple gods like someone who tells bedtime stories, but his favorite has always been about the legendary warrior Technoblade, he doesn't think that this blood god could be cooler!

They take a walk through the square and Chayanne can begin to admit that the blood god may be cool, no cooler than his father or his hero! but he is so ominous and great especially at hunting his prey that they sound so annoyed with their desperate “Quaks”, they remind him of a certain professor!

These Quaks may not be cool (more annoying like Quakity) but this mystery man is, to a certain extent cool. It seems like he always knows what to say, his tone of voice is confident and happy, like someone who is talking to a good friend despite having only met him a few minutes ago and in a bad way. He doesn't seem to care that Chayanne knocked him to the hard floor or his initial animosity (which in his defense wasn't against the tall men, it was more against himself) he even gently reassures himself that there's nothing wrong with whining when attending to Mr Bad to clean and apply an ointment to his knees, Chayanne is a warrior so he does’nt cry, he doesn't complain! But he allowed Chayanne to squeeze his hand during the process if Chayanne feels like needing it.

When Mr. Slightly Cool and Mr. Bad began to quickly catch up, he noticed how instead of trying to get into the adults' conversation, Mr. Tall slowly pushed him to rest a little.

He brings Chayanne a glass of water and distracts Bad so Chayanne can sneak some extra candy from bad’s "good muffin pocket".

He will share em’ with her little sister.

That man may actually be a cool guy.

His eyes are purple, Chayanne notes.

He likes the cool-tall men.

.

Philza is a quiet man who has had his fair share of adventures in life, but it's over now. He now he is a simple samaritan with two children.

In his last years of wandering the world he heard a rumor about a kind of skull outlaw that was terrorizing the town of Quesadilla in Q.Essempi county, he immediately decided to settle there with his two children.

Call him insane, he sometimes scolds himself for looking for one last adventure with two such small, practically babies, children in tow but something inside him pushed him to believe that there was something more in Quesadilla, something wonderful waiting for him. He tried to ask his goddess about it, there was no direct answer, but at dawn when his little Tallulah opened her eyes, they had finally defined themselves. They were purple color.

Huge purple eyes that looked at him with such innocence that he swore there would never be pain in her life, neither hers nor her older brother's. He took it as the goddess's response to him to stay in the village and live peacefully.

And so the years passed in the little town, little Chayanne had a lot of energy, which he usually used to stab the other residents and little tallulah would grow up to be a really tall girl! Mute and extremely talented in music, Philza was proud of her and wondered if that musical talent was any kind of blessing because she hadn't learned it from him.

He saw the town change over the years, people come and people go, people who spoke English, people who spoke French, people who spoke Portuguese and people who spoke Spanish, it was by far the most varied place he had ever been and he felt comfortable that it still without constantly moving, his children could also learn about other cultures. Heck, Chayanne was even learning German with his godmother Niki!

Philza couldn't be happier, if it weren't for the fact that every once in a while he felt something just like a hair-pulling, deep in his chest, a hearth-pulling? As if he had to turn somewhere, look for something, find something that was waiting for him and that he needed even without knowing it.

He could leave it as something about getting old and ignore it, let it go, but he knew better; it was his goddess, pointing out something that he had missed or that she prophesied would be important. That's how it was when she found his children, his head was buzzing, not quite there, dragging him through the adoption room, his heart felt lighter now that the little bundle that was named as Chayanne by the facility was cradled in his chest.

But the instinctive need to move forward would not stop until he found a tiny, abandoned creature, who turned out to be the little girl forgotten and abandoned by the adoption facility; Tallulah.

It was easy to assume that after finding them, his idea of ​​​​retiring was more than welcome and Phil decided to shake off the memory of those horrible facilities, he didn't want to remember them and much less for his children to know about those irresponsible federation bastards.

But thats the past.

.

Phil sighed, his years as a traveler and survivor had ruined his taste buds. he would have been fine before if it was just him just put some avocado on that bread and call it a day, am I rigth? But now he has two children and Tallulah is certainly sick of avocado toast, Chayanne is not going to fight but his son takes a long time looking at him when he is cooking, trying to stop him telepathically or some shit.

The thought makes him laugh lightly. Phil is functional enough to make a decent pasta to feed him and two children, he can see from the window in front of the sink the back-garden. Tallulah is feeding some crows that pass by, some even follow him during the day! The girl laughs at Brayan when he accidentally starts drowning in the bird nursery they set up especially for Esperanza, and Phil's heart melts for a second when he notices how some of them land protectively in front of the girl (before getting distracted and starting to to be chaotic, again) the image reminds him that the food is already there and his nest is empty so he hurries to open the window, calls Tallulah and go out to look for Chay. He's probably wandering around town again or hanging out with Ramon.

Whatever the case, his son is strong, Phil knows the people of the town like the back of his hand, and he knows that they would never hurt his son, he knows it and he doesn't find it in himself to be worried. Still he runs, hurried he doesn't know why but he feels that he must hurry before it leaves, before what leaves?

He doesn't know it but he keeps hurriedly looking around him and his heart gallops in his chest with longing, pulling him faster, pulling his heart wich is whispering a name he never heard before.

When Phil arrives at the center of the town, he did’nt see that some of the crows had followed him moving furiously through the air vibrating and caw with excitement absolutely ecstatic, the crows know something that he does not yet which only makes him want to laugh, he is ready, he does, it been for so long, where is it, where is it, needs to see it needs to find-

“Chayanne!”

.

The boy stops laughing at one of the jokes that Missa made, his small face lights up at the shouting voice of who Missas assumes is his father. They both look alike, light skin and straw yellow hair, Missa stops suddenly, unsure of approaching to the handsome man with the striped hat, oh god, what if he thinks badly of him? he wanna die, did he see Missa barking at one of the guard dogs to make laugh?, did he see him playing music with a random bottle he found? Gods, que alguien por favor lo maté.

.

His son is there, he is fine and he knew it, some crows celebrate seeing the child but Phil's eyes soon find the man who accompanies his son through the square, he never seen him before, he would remember it, that should scare him and Phil pushes his rational mind to be paranoid, while inside, in deep his brain that he jokingly calls "bird brain" feels calm as if he's finally scratched a nagging itch in.

Before he can decide whether to slowly approach the man and thank him for finding his son or, on the contrary, lead Chayanne away from the extremely tall, unknown guy, he sees something; sees how one of his crows lands on the mysterious man's shoulder as if it would have done it before as if it belonged there and Phils eyes allow themselves to wander once he is close enough to the stranger's face and oh…Uh oh.

He's handsome, not just handsome but like; his kind. Damm?

The tall man, with a pretty face, long black hair, and dark-colored clothing with bright blues, looks him in the eyes before looking away nervously and Phil now not only wants to laugh but laugh out loud.

He found it. It is not even an "it" but a "he". Chayanne looks at the exchange (or lack thereof) confused and Phil almost wants to slap the crow when it gives him a look he can only define as an “I told you so.” But that can wait now he has to show up before the guy he's been after, searching, without even knowing it. Try to talk before he guy makes himself more small over himself.

Hiding his blush as best he can, Phil extends a hand, noticing that the stranger had been nervously petting the crow on his shoulder, Phil breaths and finally introduces himself.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

…

Quick translations and author's notes:

La araña escarlata: The scarlett spider. Chico: literally "boy" but used as kiddo in this context. alguien por favor mateme: somebody please kill me. AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! I wanted this to be short, I wanted to write something else in death duo (platonic way) but my sleep crisis took control and I've been on this all day, Pissa nation this is my offering! asterisk-reverence-asterisk/j Thank you very much for supporting my first post, you guys were lovely <3 I will try to upload the Spanish version of both posts for the ones who speak Spanish in here (please raise your hand like me xd) also obviously the title comes from the song, don't expect explicit things because I just don't feel comfortable doing it. Thank you for reading I love you very much 💞💞

[mantisheadofd00m]

Philza and Technoblade outlaw sketch

[rat-community-library]

Long Live the King! My favorite fic series ever! Adventure and angst and deep relationships, it has it all! https://archiveofourown.org/series/1912489

Series link:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1912489

First work link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25879459/chapters/62884513

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), And then a bunch of OCs who function as cannon fodder, Darryl Noveschosch, Technoblade - Character Additional Tags: This isn't a romance I want to be clear about that, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Minecraft, Realistic Minecraft, First Aid, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Dream, Protective George, Fluff, Mild Angst, Minor Character Death, Spiders, Action/Adventure, Manhunt - Freeform, Hunter!Dream, Enemies to Friends, for real though this is just many chapters of hurt/comfort, and the power of friendship :), Platonic Cuddling Series: Part 1 of Long Live the King Summary:

George’s legs ached.

His lungs felt tight and too small.

His breath was loud in his ears.

His pack bounced uncomfortably on his shoulders.

George, homeless and adrift, is an outlaw of the Mad King's reign. He'd spent the last two months being hunted across the wilderness at the fringe of society by a ruthless killer in a smiling mask and bright green coat. This, he understood.

What he didn't understand is why such a ruthless killer kept letting him go.

[imunonimus]

imu's writing masterlist

AO3: imunonimus

the majority of these are sbi/dsmp fics. i plan to write more for other fandoms soon.

MULTICHAPTER FICS

ongoing & actively updating.(not including those that are currently stagnant)

✧ binary stars (ongoing) — crimeboys-centric, space au, enemies to friends/friends — Tommy, the space outlaw, has been captured by space Lieutenant W. Soot. Both are regularly at each others throats until they get stranded on an uncharted planet. Disdain and tense arguments ensues. — "Tommy had never been the type to seek vengeance and keep grudges. But he supposed that with all the setbacks lately thanks to a cocky, arrogant Phalleum, has awakened a vindictive side to him. He has never hated anyone else, as much as he hated Wilbur Soot."

✧ until the beat starts to mean something (ongoing) — sbi-centric, modern setting, foster au (?) — Phil, along with his two wary companions, creates a home for Tommy, a telekinetic child who appeared in the middle of the road one rainy night. — "It seemed that the universe really had a lot of strange ways to come up with people’s fate. But Phil knew that he will always remember the first time he met Tommy. The little boy who was never prepared for the sudden embrace of the universe."

✧ bear with me (ongoing) — bedrockbros-centric, canon divergence — The exile arc, except Techno is a polar bear. — "When Tommy trudged through a violent snowstorm, fed up with the consequences of exile, he hoped to seek refuge in the Arctic commune where Technoblade—the disciple of blood, a former companion—resides. But all he finds is an odd polar bear with an attitude. "Yeah, I get it," He mumbled, glaring. "Cut me some slack, I know I look like shit."

✧ saudade (completed) — crimeboys-centric, a bit of an oldie, 19.7k words + 12 chapters — Wilbur becomes the first good adult/brotherly figure to an 11 year old. — "An 11 year-old Tommy stumbles upon an old abandoned house where he meets a (not-so-friendly at first) ghost named Wilbur Soot who tells him all sorts of tales."

ONESHOTS

i keep the majority of my oneshots in this series called storiettes. Have a look there too, if you want.

𓆩⟡ hallway ghosts 𓆪 — The young and sole prince of The Antarctic Kingdom—Wilbur Soot—befriends a spirit lingering in the corridors. 𓆩⟡ among the ruins 𓆪 — canon-divergent || gh! tommy, struggling to cope with nature festering inside his body, hiding it from everyone until it becomes too much for him to bear. Something about memories, grief, moving on, and love persevering. 𓆩⟡ goodbye letters 𓆪 — Character death, Grief/Mourning || Techno comes across a notebook that Tommy left behind. He recalls and learns about Tommy's days in exile leading up to his death. 𓆩⟡ not from here 𓆪 — superpowers/supernatural elements, crimeboys-centric, absurd (at times), mystery (?), lab-raised || Two people drawn together in their yearning for home, somehow find one in their wounds. 𓆩⟡ down on your luck 𓆪 — Lighthearted, attempts of humor || Techno and Wilbur's little brother had always been tagged as an unlucky, bizarre kid—Not too many friends either—So, imagine their surprise when Tommy announces that he has a friend coming over. They can't help but be skeptical. 𓆩⟡ i remember, you said 𓆪 — hurt/comfort, crimeboys canon divergence, inspired by The 30th animatic by tododokii || Wilbur Soot stood on the edge of a crumbling tower. 𓆩⟡ past winter, old coats 𓆪 — hurt/comfort, crimeboys canon divergence, an exploration on their relationship after being revived, christmas || Wilbur hung his brown coat over his shoulder. The cool wind hit him and he shivered. It has gotten chillier these days with December rolling in. He hadn’t meant to visit so late at night in this weather, but he needed to see Tommy. If not tonight, then when? 𓆩⟡ i know that's selfish (but my loneliness would disagree) 𓆪 — origins smp, hurt/comfort, sickfic || Avian Tommy does things he shouldn't for love & comfort. 𓆩⟡ look for tomorrow with me 𓆪 — modern setting, slice of life Friends cancelling plans shouldn't be as upsetting as it is. || Tommy just wanted to spend more time with friends before they separated for college. Instead, he walked home straight that day. To the same street, opening the same picket fence and unlocking the door of the same brick wood house, fumbling the keys.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Death and the Deplored Four

by NJ_pog

A very, very tired priest needs to prevent an outlaw, a showman, and a stable hand from upsetting the precious balance that keeps the universe in tact. Unfortunately, the motley grouping has other plans.

Words: 367, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Spaghetti Western - Fandom, Technoblade - Fandom, philza - Fandom, Wilbur Soot - Fandom, tommyinnit - Fandom, Sleepy Boys Inc

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza's Chat, Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade's Chat (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Dream SMP Ensemble, Carl the Horse (Dream SMP)

Relationships: Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Jschlatt & Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity & TommyInnit, Alexis | Quackity & Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Quackity & Technoblade, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Spaghetti Western, western parody, Gothic, Cowboys & Cowgirls, catholic aesthetic, undeadwood inspired, Wild West AU

[martuzzio]

Technoblade, space outlaw and resident semi-friendly killing machine.

He’s a piglin brute originally from the nether who eventually ended up in the overworld. He regularly participates in MCC gladiatorial matches, even to this day, despite making enough money with the dsmp crew to sustain himself. He simply enjoys the controlled violence. He is extremely protective of his adopted brothers and father. Full Description in the images: “Deadly anarchist who openly endorses chaos. Proud and protective of those he cares for. Wanted dead by many. Flee on sight. Reward: 80M”

Click/tap for high quality!

Check out all of my dsmp art here.

[skeetlehand]

please someone elaborate,,, Who is ranboo

[the-arctic-commune]

Belief and Activism in Media

Or, why Technoblade is the villain.

Before we get started, I want to acknowledge my debts. I owe the seed of this post to.... someone. Probably at least a year and a half ago, a post in Techno’s tags about this topic is what got me thinking about it. I particularly owe that poster for linking this wonderful article [x], which dives into the topic with more detail and broader scope. I highly recommend reading it if you’re interested. However, that was, as I say, many months ago, and I have no idea who the poster was. So if this topic seems familiar to you, please let me know so I can give credit where it’s due!

Now, let’s set the stage. I brought this up in relation to the Red Festival. In particular to the climax of the Festival, in which Technoblade, under threat by Schlatt and his administration, was forced to kill his ally Tubbo.

This was, shall we say.... controversial.

Both within the server and without. Tommy fought with Techno over the murder/execution multiple times (strangely, perhaps, Tommy was much more distraught than Tubbo in the immediate aftermath, but that’s a different post), and it was still being brought up as late as the “Rescuing Michael” streams, when Technoblade apologized to Tubbo for the incident. The fandom, meanwhile, has spilled a great deal of ink discussing whether this was an acceptable or even justified action on Technoblade’s part.

In relation to this incident, and more broadly to the often-controversial actions of Technoblade and his fellow anarchists on the server, I think there’s a very interesting way to understand why many people were (/are) so vehemently adamant that Techno made the wrong decision.

Anarchy, you see, is villain-coded.

(This post is going to be heavily discussing mainstream media in the US, particularly media produced by Hollywood, Disney, and related giants. If you go to smaller producers or other cultures, you will certainly find plenty of counter-examples to what I’m about to say, but hopefully we can all agree that Hollywood has a big impact on what many English speaking audiences expect from stories and media, and that this is a big portion of the Dream SMP audience.)

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Part 1: Activism Is Evil

The article I linked above is “Outlaw Kings and Rebellion Chic,” by Alister MacQuarrie for the New Socialist on March 27, 2019. It discusses the phenomenon of the non-ideological hero.

Mainstream media loves rebellion, but it doesn’t want to discuss why we rebel. Heroes rarely have a defined cause, ideology, or even plan for the future once tyranny is overthrown. Instead their motivations are vague notions of “freedom” and “justice,” defined mostly by how the villain is preventing them, and their greatest victory is a promise of return to “normalcy,” a presumably-democratic and prosperous society but we don’t have to get into the details.

Villains, in contrast, often do have a defined ideology. In common storytelling wisdom, heroes only react; it’s the villains who provoke them by acting, and thus the villains who need a cause to fight for or an ideology to drive them.

Ideology, then - the simple fact of having beliefs about the society and politics around you - becomes a feature of villains, while heroes promote an artificially constructed non-ideology, a vague liberal-centrist position which licenses reaction but not action and tolerates change only insofar as it doesn’t make anyone uncomfortable.

You see this in the trope of the activist who goes too far - a side character who the hero must prevent from causing harm, because they care too much about their cause and, depending on the story, may be willing to sacrifice life or morality to get it. You also see it more prominently in the trope of the villain who has a completely rational reason to want to tear the system down - and also is totally ok with murdering babies and kicking dogs, so the story doesn’t have to engage with their philosophy and it’s fine to just kill ‘em and leave things the way they are. To “engage” with current activist movements, issues of climate change are filtered through the ecoterrorist; issues of racial justice are filtered through the extremist or separatist; and so on and so forth.

“The Legend of Korra” is possibly the most absurd example of this trope in popular media. Multiple season villains in this TV show are activists whose ideology is then twisted into cartoonish evil in order to avoid actually engaging with the critiques they present.

The Season 1 villain is Amon, leader of the Equalist movement. He and his followers critique their society’s prioritization of benders (in-universe magic users); benders preferentially control the government and military and even, due to their unique skills, have access to job opportunities that non-benders are barred from. This leads to non-benders having little say in society and being more likely to live in poverty; the Equalists want to change this.

Also they commit multiple acts of terrorism and kidnap benders to forcibly strip them of their powers. And Amon is actually secretly a water bender which means he’s a hypocrite and we don’t have to listen to him anyways. The Equalists are defeated and the problem of non-bender inequality is never mentioned again.

Season 3 introduces Zaheer and his fellow anarchists. They fight for freedom and wish to tear down the governments of their world; they assassinate at least one major world leader. Also they want to brutally torture the protagonist Korra to death. For, uh, reasons. Anarchy! Once they’re defeated discussions of freedom and tyranny are completely dropped; oppressive empires are good because anarchists are worse.

So hopefully you see what I mean. In mainstream media, belief and activism are the domain of villains, and thus they are villainized.

A character who comes onscreen speaking of tyranny and revolution is not to be trusted. If someone cares enough about their ideology to become an activist and fight for it, they’re almost certainly the bad guy.

And, to the vague change-averse liberalism that Hollywood likes to project, few ideologies are quite so ideological as that of the radical anarchist.

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Part 2: Compromise Is Never An Option

Ok, so you can probably see the seeds of what I’m arguing here, but there is one slightly tangential point that’s important to bring in. Because there are things that the “non-ideological” hero is allowed to fight for: life and friendship.

These are usually supposed to be the highest priorities of the hero, and I’m not saying that’s a bad thing! Heroes fight to keep people safe, especially their friends, and they don’t compromise. One for all and all for one; we don’t trade lives.

No matter how hopeless the odds, heroes are supposed to keep fighting, and they must refuse to sacrifice for their victory (unless it’s self-sacrifice, which is usually ok). This is what motivates them in absence of any more sophisticated ideology; the villain kills or threatens people, so the hero defends them.

In “Star Trek,” Spock repeatedly insists on the Vulcan adage that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. This is treated as cold and alien, and is something he’s supposed to give up as he learns to value and rely on his friends. It’s all right when it’s self-sacrifice (Spock subjects himself to lethal radiation to save the ship), but it’s not all right when it sacrifices others (the rest of the crew rejects Spock’s concerns when they decide to risk their entire ship for the sake of a few crew members).

In “Star Wars,” Lando Calrissian betrays the heroes to Darth Vader. He does this because he’s responsible for an entire city. Darth Vader and his Empire have threatened Cloud City if he doesn’t comply, and they are far too powerful for Cloud City to fight off on its own. Lando can betray his friends, or he can let millions of his citizens die. The choice, though hard, seems obvious, but the narrative still treats it as an unconscionable betrayal. It’s only once he seems to truly regret his actions - and thus to, at least tacitly, admit that he should have let his city die rather than betray his friends - that he can be redeemed.

So: heroes don’t sacrifice, and they don’t compromise. They’re supposed to always keep fighting, no matter the odds. After all, they’re in a story. Victory will come, no matter how improbable.

Right?

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Part 3: Technoblade’s an Anarchist

When he first logged onto the Dream SMP, Techno (IRL) had a plan. He needed a way to fit himself into the narrative, distinguish his character, and explain his presence in the story. So he decided that he would play an anarchist, someone who had come to support his friends in their fight against Manburg’s tyranny.

This started out as a pretty media-typical portrayal of anarchy as an unprincipled “the strong survive” approach (see his pitch to BBH), but quickly evolved into an actual, principled, self-consistent ideology, as IRL Technoblade seems to have taken an interest in the philosophy.

Genuinely, Technoblade’s portrayal is probably one of the best depictions of anarchist politics I’ve ever seen in popular media. But most people’s expectations are based on the caricature of the philosophy that is usually presented, and the one he started with.

So I argue that many people were simply primed to assume that Techno was, narratively speaking, a bad guy. He wasn’t solely fighting for Wilbur or Tommy - he was fighting for their cause. He had beliefs to fight for outside of his loyalty. And in the tropes of popular media, that made him suspicious.

(Of course, in one sense this is correct! He did end up abandoning the Pogtopians when their victory put them in power, and thus in conflict with his ideals.)

At the Red Festival, killing Tubbo a was an indefensible act not because killing in general is wrong (that would be pacifism and thus ideological and suspicious), but because it wasn’t the act of a hero. A hero would have found a different way. No one ever seems to be able to say what that “different way” should have actually been, but it doesn’t matter: our sense of narrative justice says that there must have been one because it’s what a hero would do. It doesn’t matter that, in-character, Technoblade has no idea he’s a hero; he should operate like one, and he’ll make an incredible last-minute escape because that’s how stories go. How the story does go is replaced with how the story should go. Never mind that in MCRP a single misclick could completely upend such a story.

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So Technoblade gets double strikes. First, he’s an “activist,” which is narratively suspicious. Second, he doesn’t operate as a hero (at least early on), placing no trust in deus ex machina to save him and his friends.

In the language of narrative tropes, Technoblade is “villain-coded,” especially prior to his “retirement arc.” His actions at the Red Festival are particularly villainous, both because he, essentially, gives up and because he expects his friends to share his dedication to their cause.

That makes it quite easy to end the analysis with Techno as the bad guy!

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To be clear, though it’s probably been clear throughout, I’ll end by saying that this isn’t a perspective I agree with. The media’s vilification of activism is something I greatly dislike. Technoblade as a hero with a radical cause is an enormous part of why I liked his DSMP story so much.

[simplepotatofarmer]

Might have already been done but I think a wild west au for dsmp would be fun :)

- Luke

now that i've given this more thought, yes!

there were a lot of resistance movements in the west and all i'm thinking is that c!phil is a ranger and has a run-in with outlaw c!techno who is funneling money into resistance movements, pushing back against the 'manifest destiny' expansion. because it really would have represented a loss of freedom!

so maybe phil and techno have this off and on bit of phil half-heartedly chasing him and techno kinda doing the same. (this i'm basing off how their friendship started, okay.) but then phil sees how this expansion is destroying people's lives and what they love so he quits the rangers and goes to help techno.

perhaps that's where c!wilbur comes in, getting caught up in the politics and the stress of it and phil sees how badly this has torn down his son. (hell, even through in some of the railroad politics and union stuff for more drama and more stakes.)

i'm torn on what to do with c!dream, i love the idea of him being this huge outlaw figure, though. someone who is really well-known and he probably views techno as like. his rival outlaw gang but techno is just over there vibing and stealing from the government and blowing up railroad tracks.

massive showdown between the rangers and railroad company and the outlaw gangs trying to stop them, anyone?

[safetyrat]

In light of the 2nd of february L'manburg election (rip) I want to revisted Ranboos promises when he announced he was running and wether any of them came true!!

Things we outlaw

1. Arson

2. TOmmy

This isn't a goal, I just think it's funny considering the first thing he ended up doing was arson with Tommy

punt Tommy

I mean, I think it's fair to consider exile being punted. And let's just say that Ranboo wasn't uninvolved in that.

Give philza elytra

Hey guys, remember when we thought there would be an elytra competition and Fundy made a bunch of plans on how to win and...

dream- dream please. please spare elytra.

GIVE FUNDY A DAD

hey, ranboo, could you- could you hurry up on this one?? foxboy ain't doing so well.

GIVE TUBBO BEES

tubbo did have his beedome!! until, well... domesday-

Somehow make wilbur even more dead

out of all of them this is the last one I expected to become true, but now thats ghostburs gone- what the fuck ranboo

Find sally and figure out how the heck THAT happend

I mean-

PROTECT THE LMANTREE

:(

MAKE PURPLED ORANGE

I don't even know what this would look like realistically,, egg magic??

Give tommy his view

I think tommy has been holding his view pretty well lately!!

Give Eret some rest

Maybe her not being very prominent in the plot can count as rest?? If so, I would actually like her not to rest anymore aha...

LET TECHNO AND NIKI SPEAK

do...- do villain speeches count????

Make new explosives

Just to be clear, this isn't talking about more tnt or anything, but a completly new type of explosives that don't exist in minecraft. Chat was wondering how that would work and apparently, uh, nukes are the answer

enable rain

rain was enabled!!

MAKE MUFFIN A CURSE

There was a whole bit about making muffin a slur, right?

TAX PUNZ

this one didn't happen, instead he proceeded to get more money

GIVE TECHNO SOME FRIENDS

"my heart totally isn't warmed or anything" - Technoblade :]

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But, through this all there is one thing that even president candidate Ranboo coudn't archieve

George continues to be not found

[merao-mariposa]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! (or an outlaw, I dont mind)

Pissa outlaws, cowboys and bandits AU! encontre un clip pasión de gavilanes y esto nacio(no tiene nada que ver igual)

Missa abandona su ajetreada vida en la ciudad cuando un sobre misterioso llega a su puerta citandolo a nombre del Badolero BigQ

La araña escarlata a desaparecido y Quakity busca por todos los amigos de aquella epoca con la esperanza de que ayuden a encontrarlo. Y aún que Missa es extremadamente reacio a volver a una vida que solo trajo dolor a su puerta pero se encuentra incapaz de cerrarle una puerta en la cara a un amigo.

El pueblo es justo como lo recordaba de sus paseos nocturnos solo que ahora esta mas lleno y vivo que nunca! sus ojos se demoran en como los niños corren detras de si con espadas de madera, inconscientes del como en las afueras del pueblo, cuando el atardecer empieza a atenuarse hasta convertirse en la noche los bandoleros salen a saquear lo que encuentren, matar ganado, y robando de los cultivos. Todo para pasar al siguiente pueblo el dia después.

Fue una vida agotadora, e incluso cuando ya termino sabe que no lo abandonara del todo, nunca podra tener sus propios hijos o alguien por quien dar la vida.

Mientras suspira pensando en como seria mucho mas digno morir en los brazos de un amate que un callejon después de una pelea de bar una repentina presión en sus piernas lo hace perder su equilibrio, ya de por si malo, y caer contra el piso arenoso lleno de rocas.

Levanto la mirada, escaneando con sus ojos morados la causa de la caida y ahi lo ve, un niño pequeño de a lo mucho 7-6 años esta sentado en el piso frente a el, alterado y con sus rodillas sangrantes; el claro culpable de la colicion sucedida.

El niño se disculpa rapidamente pero el ceño fruncido en su cara lo hace creer otra cosa, no duda que lo lamente pero hay algo mas ahí, antes de que el hombre pueda hablar el niño gruñe enojado hacia sus rodillas, suena mas como un ruido molesto que lastimero y se apresura a coger una espada de madera que seguro perdió en la caída con un gesto brusco.

Missa conoce esa ira, la a visto antes y sabe que a donde lleva no es un lugar para un niño.

Asi que lo detiene suavemente de hacer cualquier movimiento, "Esos son raspones bastante desagradables los que tienes ahi, chico" Missa se levanta en toda su extensión, tapando un poco el sol con su espalda y Chayanne solo se queda sorprendido por el mínimo el segundo antes de intentar reponder, pero Missa sigue resueltamente "todo el mundo sangra después de un fea herida" "pero eso es lo que vale la pena de ellas, dejan una marca bajo la sangre como el dios de la sangre, sabias?”

Chayanne niega timidamente con la cabeza de pronto toda su rabia ardiente como lava se siente fria, la curiosidad reemplaza el enojo y no puede evitar preguntarse si es ese dios de la sangre tan cool como suena? su padre le ha contado sobre multiples dioses como quien cuenta cuentos para dormir, pero su favorito siempre a sido sobre el guerrero legendario Technoblade, no cree que ese dios de la sangre sea mas cool!

Dan un paseo por la plaza y Chayanne puede empezar a admitir que el dios de la sangre puede que sea cool, no mas cool que su padre o su heroe! pero es tan ominoso y genial sobretodo cazando a sus presas que suenan tan molestas con su “Quaks” desesperados, le recuerdan a cierto profesor!

Estos Quaks pueden no ser geniales (más bien molestos) pero este hombre misterioso lo es, en cierto punto. Parece que siempre sabe que decir, su tono de voz es confiado y alegre como de quien conversa con un buen amigo pese a haberlo conocido hace solo unos minutos y de mala manera. No parece importarle que Chayanne lo haya derribado sobre el piso duro o su animosidad inicial (que en su defensa no era contra el señor alto, era más contra sí mismo) incluso se asegura suavemente que no hay nada malo con lloriquear cuando asisten con Mr Bad para que le limpie y le aplique una pomada en sus rodillas, Chayanne es uno guerrero así que lo lloro no se quejo! Pero él le permitió estrujar su mano durante le proceso si lo necesitaba.

Cuando él señor levemente genial y Mr Bad se empezaron al poner al día rápidamente noto como en vez esforzarse por entrar a la charla de los adultos él señor alto lo empujaba lentamente a descansar un poco.

Él le trae un vaso con agua y distrae a Bad para que Chayanne pueda robar algunos caramelos extra de su “bolsillo para buenos muffins”.

Los compartirá con su hermanita.

Ese hombre puede que sea de hecho un tipo cool.

Sus ojos son morados, Chayanne nota.

Le agrada ese tipo.

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Philza es un hombre tranquilo que a tenido su dosis justa de aventuras en la vida, pero eso ya termino. Ahora es un simple samaritano con dos hijos.

En sus ultimos años de vagar por el mundo escucho un rumor sobre y una especie de vaquero calavera que aterroziba el pueblo de Quesadilla en el condado Q.Essempi, inmediatamente decidio establecerse con su dos hijos ahí.

Llamalo loco, el mismo se regaña a veces por buscar una ultima aventura con dos niños tan pequeños, practicamente bebes, a cuestas pero algo dentro de el lo impulsaba a creer que habia algo mas en Quesadilla, algo maravilloso esperando por el. Intento preguntarle a su diosa no hubo respuesta directa pero al alba cuando su pequeña Tallulah abrio los ojos, finalmente se habian definido. Eran morados.

Ojos morados enormes que lo miraban con tanta inocenncia que juro que nunca habria dolor en sus vidas, ni de ella o su hermano mayor. Lo tomo como la respuesta de su diosa para quedarse en el pueblo y vivir pacíficamente.

Y así pasaron los años en el pueblito, el pequeño Chayanne tenía muchas energía, que generalmente usaba para apuñalar a los otros residentes y la pequeña tallulah crecería para ser una niña realmente alta! Muda y extremadamente talentosa con la música, Philza estaba orgulloso de ella se preguntaba si ese talento musical era lagun tipo de bendición porque de él no lo había aprendido.

Vio el pueblo cambiar con los años, gente ir y venir, gente que hablaba inglés, gente que hablaba francés, gente que hablaba portugués y gente que hablaba español, era con mucho el lugar más variado donde había estado y se sentía cómodo de que aún sin moverse constantemente sus hijos también pudieran aprender de otras culturas.

Diablos Chayanne incluso estaba aprendiendo alemán con su madrina Niki!

Philza no podía estar más feliz, de no ser porque de vez en cuando sentía algo solo similar a un tirón de pelo, en lo profundo de su pecho, en su corazón. Como si tuviera que voltear a algún lado, buscar algo, algo que esperaba por él y que le hacía falta incluso sin saberlo.

Podría dejarlo en que es viejo e ignorarlo, dejarlo pasar de no se porque sabía que era su diosa, señalándole algo que se había perdido o que profetizaba sería importante. Así fue cuando encontró a sus hijos, su cabeza zumbaba, no del todo, ahí arrastrándolo por la sala de adopciones, su corazón se sentía más liguero ahora que el pequeño paquete que pronto se nombraría Chayanne por las instalaciones estaba acunado en su pecho.

Pero la necesidad instintiva de avanzar no se detendría hasta encontrar a una diminuta y abandonada criatura, que resultó en ser la niña olvidada y abandonada por las instalaciones de adopción; Tallulah.

Era fácil suponer que después de encontrarla su idea de retirarse fue más que bienvenido y Phil decidió sacudirse el recuerdo de esas horribles instalaciones, no quería recordarlas y mucho menos que sus hijos supieran de esos cabrones federación, irresponsables.

Pero eso está en el pasado

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Phil suspiro, sus años de viajero y superviviente habían arruinado sus papilas gustativas. Hubiera estado bien antes si fuera solo él solo, pon un poco de aguacate en ese pan y sigue con el día. Pero ahora tenía dos niños y ciertamente Tallulah está arta de las tostadas de aguacate, Chayanne no va a luchar pero su hijo demora mucho su mirada en él cuando está cocinando, tratando de detenerlo telepáticamente.

El pensamiento lo hace reír ligeramente Phil es lo suficientemente funcional como para hacer una pasta decente que lo alimente a él y a dos niños, puede ver desde la ventana frente al fregadero su jardín de atrás. Tallulah está alimentando a algunos cuervos que se pasan por ahí, algunos incluso lo siguen durante el día! la niña se ríe de Brayan cuando accidentalmente empieza a ahogarse en el vivero para aves que instalaron especialmente para Esperanza y el corazón de Phil se derrite por un segundo cuando nota como algunos se posan de forma protectora frente a la niña (antes de distraerse y emperezar a ser caóticos, de nuevo) la imagen le recuerda que ya está la comida y su nido está vacío así que se apresura a abrir la ventana, llamar a Tallulah y salir a buscar a Chay. Probablemente esté vagando por el pueblo otra vez o se entretuvo con Ramón.

Sea como sea su hijo es fuerte, él conoce a las personas del pueblo como la palma de su mano y sabe que nunca le harían daño a su hijo, lo sabe y no se encuentra a sí mismo para estar preocupado. aún así corre, apresurado, no sabe porque pero siente que debe apresurarse antes de que se vaya, antes de que se vaya que? no lo sabe pero se mantiene rapido, buscando con la mirada a su alrededor y su corazón late agitado y anhelante, tirando mas rapido, tirando de su corazón susurrando un nombre que nunca habia oido antes.

Llega al centro del pueblo, no vio que algunos de los cuervos lo habían seguido moviéndose furiosamente por los aires vibrando y caw de emoción, están absolutamente extasiados, los cuervos saben algo que él, lo que solo lo hace querer reír, esta listo, lo a estado desde hace tanto tiempo, donde está, donde está, necesita verlo necesita-

“Chayanne!”

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El niño deja de reír de alguna de las bromas que hizo Missa, su pequeño rostro se ilumina ante la voz que grita, quien asume es su padre. Ambos se parecen, piel clara y cabello amarillo paja, Missa se detiene súbitamente inseguro de acercarse al hombre guapo con el sombrero a rayas ay dios y si cree mal de él? se quiere morir, lo vio ladrandose con uno de los perros de vigilancia para hacer reír? Lo vio interpretando música con una botella random que encontró? Dios que alguien por favor lo mate.

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Antes de que él pueda decidir si acercarse lentamente al hombre y agradecerle por encontrar a su hijo o por el contrario alejar a Chayanne del tipo extremadamente alto y desconocido pero entonces lo ve, ve como uno de sus cuervos se posa en el hombro del hombre misterioso como si lo hubiera hecho antes como si pertenecía ahí y sus ojos se permiten vagar una vez está lo suficientemente cerca al rostro del desconocido y oh… uh oh es guapo, no solo guapo, sino su tipo, maldición.

Un hombre alto, de cara bonita, cabello negro largo y vestimenta tirando a colores oscuros con azules brillantes, lo mira a los ojos antes de apartar la mirada nerviosamente y Phil ahora no solo quiere reír sino carcajearse.

Lo encontro. Ni siquiera es un "eso" sino un "él". Chayanne mira confundido el intercambio (o la falta de) entre los dos adultos y Phil casi quiere abofetear al cuervo cuando le lanza una mirada que solo puede definir como un "Te lo dije". Pero eso puede esperar ahora que tiene que presentarse ante el tipo que buscaba, que estuvo buscando, sin siquiera saberlo. Intenta hablar antes de que el chico se haga más pequeño sobre si mismo.

Ocultando su sonrojo lo mejor que puede, Phil extiende una mano, notando que el extraño había estado acariciando nerviosamente al cuervo en su hombro, Phil respira y finalmente se presenta.

"Hey there! I'm Philza, Philza Craft, but y´can call me Phil, are you new in Quesadilla, mate?"

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El post original tenia unas traducciones pero ahora que estamos hablando español, pues f, no? AAAAaaaAAAaaaaRAGARAGA!! Quería que esto fuera breve, quería escribir algo más en Death Duo (forma platónica) pero mi crisis de sueño tomó el control y he estado en esto todo el día, ¡Pissa Nation, esta es mi oferta! asterisco-reverencia-asterisco/j Muchas gracias por apoyar mi primera publicación, ustedes fueron encantadores <3 Ahora intertare hacer la version español del post anterior, perdonen los errores ortograficos no tengo mucha experiencia en la escritura, también vuelvo a mencionar que el título viene de la canción, no esperen cosas explícitas porque simplemente no me siento cómoda haciéndolo. Gracias por leer los quiero mucho 💞💞

[framed-incompetence]

Hiya, I am back again with the next comic I am reading for GB;EC. I almost went with Red Hood’s Lost Days (I will read that eventually) but I figured this one would give me a better idea about who Jason is as a character normally (Also I think it’s in the same continuity as the Super Sons comic I just read).

So welcome to Part One of my post about Red Hood and The Outlaws Vol.1: Dark Trinity

I alway figured that fanfics were just being indulgent when it comes to Bruce’s “adoption problem” but no it’s seems as though they have it spot on.

I didn’t talk about it in my Super Sons posts but I love the artwork in these comics it is absolutely beautiful.

I have no words to describe how much I love this panel. It is absolute perfection.

That’s a good explanation. I like it.

😁😁❤️

I know this is a very serious panel but I am a Technoblade fan which means I am obligated to point out that Jason reads The Art Of War by Sun Tzu.

Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven