#pig!techno is canon in my heart

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Thinking about revisiting my human!c!techno arc

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WIP Wednesday

Posting actual WIPS on a Wednesday? Imagine that.

As long as we are all baring our hearts on tumblr, I have to admit that I have been struggling to write anything since I wrapped up Eternal Life (back in the first week of April). At first I figured I was simply burnt out since I wrote all 42k words of that fic in just about a month, but given that I've started three separate WIPS since then and made zero progress on any of them, I'm wondering if I am just out of stories. I hate all my words--even though I really love some of these concepts. So, as you may have noticed, I've been distracting myself with sewing projects because good progress is so clearly visible there...

Anywho, to motivate myself, I decided to post a snip of each today and hope that having bits out in the world will motivate me to finish at least ONE of them! All untitled. Set up and snips below the cut.

Very creatively titled "Party Robot," this WIP is a silly/fluffy one-shot inspired by an article I read a while ago about a growing trend in American weddings. This one is the furthest along and will likely see the light of day eventually...

A nervous bounce.  From a robot. I recognize that bounce. “I thought you said Shepard was working tonight.” My voice is tight. “He is.” Bunce replies, similarly strained. “What did you say he does again?” Panic rises in my chest.  “He’s in entertain–”  Whether Bunce trails off or I simply don’t hear the rest is irrelevant because the music has changed from easy dinner instrumentals to much-too-loud techno and the show is clearly starting. As the synths build, driving towards a crescendo, my brain reels with the growing realisation that Simon would never just abandon me at the last minute, would never send me anywhere alone, certainly not my cousin’s gay wedding, which is every kind of milestone given his Old Families lineage and Pitch blood specifically and– “PARTY PEOPLE!” The DJ booms into the mic. “Have the grooms got a treat for you!”

A multi-chapter AU I have lovingly nicknamed "Baz in a Bubble." It is sad and angsty and is proving significantly more difficult to execute (despite having a complete outline) than I once thought it would be. Who could have guessed having one home-bound character would make me too sad to write? Thanks to @thewholelemon and @hushed-chorus who've listened to more than their fair share of my griping about this one. Anyway, here's the first bit of BAZ POV:

There are exactly 297 stars in the sky above me. I count them while lying in my bed every night. They do not twinkle or flicker hello like real stars. Instead, they glow a constant yellowish-green that reminds me of the colour artists always make toxic sludge in the cartoons I grew up watching. It's the colour of superhuman villains and their evil plots. Of poison. Of danger. It's the colour of the plastic star stickers Fiona put up on my ceiling when I was 10 and spent the whole year crying and begging her to go outside. Just once. Just for a minute. Because I was starting to forget what fresh air smelled like or how it felt to have grass prickle against your bare feet or how the stars lit up the night sky in Hampshire. There are no stars in the middle of London. Not outside my window. Not in this room.

And then the WIP I have the least progress on (literally almost nothing) but I so desperately want to write and could really use a thought partner to help me brainstorm/plot/figure out what the hell I'm doing--- a canon divergence where Simon successfully exposes Baz as a vamp and Malcolm steps the fuck up as a father. Here's a bit of Simon POV:

It didn't matter anyway. Pitch Manor was empty. While [the Mage] ranted and raved, I wandered into Baz’s living room. The TV was still on. Peppa the Pig was playing. A half-dressed Barbie was splayed on the couch next to a small bowl of grapes, all cut in half. I picked up the doll and brushed her tangled hair out of her face.  Why didn’t I know Baz had a sister? A family that ate snacks together in front of the TV? Parents who loved him so dearly they fled their whole lives under cover of night? In the days that followed, I sat in meeting after meeting with the Coven, listening to The Mage. He demanded the casting of tracking spells, pushed through more dark creature reforms, and rambled about the miscarriage of justice and the dangers of harbouring monsters.  But Baz wasn’t a monster.  He was just a boy.  A scared boy.  A boy who ran because he wanted to live. 

Anyway...here's to accountability via tumblr. Maybe once I've slept for several weeks and feel more refreshed I won't be so frustrated by every word I know, or more precisely, all the beautiful ones I can’t seem to find…

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Shrunken Hope (1)

Tommy and Ranboo both get convicted of trashing George’s house and Dream takes them to be exiled. Instead of just exile he humiliates them by shrinking both down. Now they have to escape before one of them loses their last canon life.

Tw: abuse, vore mention, injury, some swearing, hard vore mention

It had been months since the two were exiled and they had become as close as brothers, trembling in fear at the sound of footsteps and trying their best to build shelter, only to have Dream knock it down and torment his little “playthings” even more.

Tommy and Ranboo had no hiding spots. They had practically no where to go. And as far as Ranboo and Tommy knew, now that Ranboo was on his last leg the plan was probably to eat them both. It was outlandish sure but in Tommy’s defense they were constantly teased about looking “delicious” and Dream did chew up Ranboo as his second canon life gone, and the fucking bastard enjoyed it. This had to stop, and it would stop, they just had to find the right opportunity. Ghostbur had been gone, something about visiting Techno (as if the pig would’ve been any help after siding with Dream in the Manburg war) so he couldn’t help them, and Mexican Dream, while he was funny and gave the boys some joy and hope, was killed by Dream.

Speak of the devil. Dream was sauntering up to their little obsidian pen he made to trap them both inside and looked over the edge. The smiling mask was more than discomforting as Tommy started shouting. Dream only scoffed.

“Aww, isn’t that cute? The little man is fighting back with words.” He teased. “It’s so adorable, I could just, eat you up.” He smirked deviously. Dream laughed as he saw Tommy’s reaction. This was so wrong, how could Tubbo have agreed to this?!

Ranboo whimpered and clung to Tommy’s side, hoping to provide some comfort. They felt better when together that was for sure. Unfortunately Dream reached into the pen and grabbed Tommy, flicking Ranboo off harshly enough to damage him.

“W-w-wait! Put me down!” Tommy begged.

“Oh come on now Tommy, would I really hurt my best friend?” He purred, he was like a siren, his words lulling the child into a false sense of security. He wasn’t going to fall for it any more. Tommy bit down on Dream’s finger, and he froze, tasting the blood as he looked up in horror.

“So, you really want to lose that last life huh?” Dream asked dangerously, tossing Tommy in the air and harshly catching him by the leg, pulling it and causing damage. Tommy screamed in pain, biting back tears as he kept thinking to himself to “be a big man.”

“Dream stop, please!” Ranboo begged from within the pen. Dream grabbed him too, holding both of them harshly. Ranboo was quietly crying from the pain as he was held by his tail.

“Listen here, I’m the one that’s keeping both of you alive, do you understand? If it weren’t for me some *mob* could’ve already killed and eaten you, or someone else could have come along to kill you. You both need me to protect you, do you understand? Don’t you ever do that shit again.” Dream scolded, dropping both of them back into the box.

Tommy barely survived on half a heart, he was so scared he hid in the corner for the rest of the “visit.” Ranboo and Tommy had enough of this, they had to escape, and they had to do it now! Well, maybe not while Dream was here as he kept dropping shrunken mobs in for them to fight for Dream’s entertainment. This had to end.

~~~

That night Dream left, he didn’t sleep but he needed to eat just like they did. While Dream was gone Tommy woke Ranboo up.

“You wanna try calling for help again big man?” He asked. Ranboo sighed.

“No one will hear me Tommy, we’ve tried several times.” He said grimly

“Really? Because I heard one around here.” Tommy said. Ranboo’s ears and tail perked up as he scurried to his feet.

“Where?” Ranboo hissed. Tommy pointed to the other side of the box, and surely enough both boys saw the particles. Ranboo stood up and cleared his throat, and began making calls that sounded distressed.

At first the enderman didn’t seem to notice, it teleported away even. Ranboo slumped back down in defeat. Another one gone. Until suddenly, it was back, and it had a grass block.

“Are you going to help us?” Ranboo asked in ender. “My friend’s leg is broken we can’t get far.”

“I cannot carry you but I can spare a Pearl. I am sorry, brother.” Was all it said.

“Any help is good enough, thank you.” Ranboo replied, standing back as the enderman placed the grass block down, then left them a Pearl as it teleported away.

Ranboo hoisted Tommy onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, Tommy wrapped his arms around his neck understanding what was happening. It was hard for Ranboo to climb but the thought of Dream coming back any moment and killing them both pushed him through the strain of the extra weight. They got to the top of the grass block and Ranboo stumbled over to the ender pearl, picking it up.

“Okay, where are we going?” He asked Tommy.

“Aim for the forest Ranboo. Dream won’t think to look in the trees if I have a broken leg.” Tommy said.

That was smart but dangerous, because he’d have to be climbing up and down constantly, and if Tommy fell out he would be endangered and almost certainly meet a cruel demise. The best they could hope for was really a tree by a lake while Ranboo tried to gather supplies for a healing potion or a golden apple.

“Okay, hang on tight.” Ranboo said as he held the Pearl in his little hands.

He looked around and froze. Dream was rapidly approaching them from the forest. He picked a random direction and threw the Pearl, not sure where it would land but hoping he’d arrive after the particle trail. As soon as Dream’s footsteps were in the range that they shook the ground the two tiny players were whisked away to where the Pearl landed. Ranboo sighed with relief, immediately working on making a burrow for the two. As much as he’d love to spend the night in the safety of tree branches he couldn’t risk it with Tommy injured. The burrow was finished and the two made their way inside, Ranboo sealed off the enterance and the two laid together, huddled for warmth and comfort.

~~~

The next morning the two got out and were on the move. It was slow with Tommy’s limping but at least he could move, not on his own as he had to rely on Ranboo to be used as a crutch. Throughout their foraging they found various mob drops, but no weapons, not even an iron ingot, they were lucky enough to find a carrot. They spent the day gathering resources and made a decision; they were going towards the snow, the last place Dream would ever look for them.

“We need food Tommy we can’t just go running into the snow. First we’ll freeze to death, second we could starve to death out there and we haven’t eaten a proper meal in weeks.” Ranboo stated. Tommy huffed.

“But Ranboo if we don’t get a move on we’ll die! Dream will catch us and surely keep his promise to cook us alive for sure!” Tommy whined.

Ranboo was about to speak when he heard the sound of a sheep being killed and barking, a wolf!

“Tommy do you still have that bone?” Ranboo asked. Tommy’s eyes lit up as the two went to the source of the sound, lo and behold there was a wild wolf standing next to the tile drop remains of a sheep. Tommy took out the bone and the large canine curiously approached him, sniffing the boy.

“Here boy, you want the bone?” Tommy said playfully, Ranboo could tell he was nervous. By the way his fluffy raccoon tail swayed. He threw the bone up and the dog caught it, immediately tamed to Tommy.

“Yes! We got the dog!” Tommy cheered. “Lay down boy, let us up!”

The dog knelt down, sniffing Tommy happily. For once something that didn’t want them dead, except a for a few endermen. Ranboo grabbed the meat and got onto the dog’s snout, sliding down onto its back with Tommy sitting on its head.

The dog stood up and Tommy instructed it to run towards the forest, and the dog took off with a happy bark, almost throwing both shrunken players off.

“We need a name for the dog,” Ranboo said.

“Hmm, how about Clementine?” Tommy suggested.

“Mmh, no, Enderchest?” Ranboo suggested.

“Eww, no, what about Cornflower?” Tommy suggested.

“What kinda name is cornflower? No,” Ranboo hummed, petting the dog’s fur. “Allium?”

“Allium, a good choice actually I like it.” Tommy agreed. “Allium the dog.”

Allium seemed to like their new name too as they happily sprinted through the forest into colder territory. Tommy and Ranboo couldn’t believe how lucky they were to find and tame a dog. The dog slowed to a jaunt as snow crunched under their paws, happily panting as they carried their owners through the snow. Snowflakes started to fall and the sun was setting, which was worrying the boys. What if they got caught up with mobs? They couldn’t bury themselves with the dog like they did last night, so their best hope was to keep running and avoid as many mobs as possible.

Suddenly, Allium slowed to a halt, sniffing the air wearily. Tommy poked his head out of their fur.

“What’s wrong?” He asked the dog. Suddenly Allium started growling and barking, defensive. A collection of howls were heard as a group of tamed wolves stalked up to Allium and the boys.

“Tommy, Tommy we gotta run.” Ranboo hissed.

A whistle was heard and the new dogs snapped their heads up all at once, looking towards the trees as a lumbering figure was slowly approaching through the snowfall.

“Well, what have we here? Are you lost girl?” The newcomer said, approaching Allium, who decided to sit down and almost caused Ranboo to fall. Tommy’s heart sank as he recognized the voice.

“Oh fuck no, we are so dead.” Tommy whispered.

“Let’s get you home then we’ll see about finding your owner.” He said, petting the dog’s head narrowly missing Tommy. The person who had approached their dog and was leading her away with the rest of his dogs was none other than the blood god, Technoblade himself.

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the antarctic idiots [pt.1] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 1.5k

a/n; fuck it, it is here now. here’s the techno x reader you fucking simps. i can’t even be mad bc i too am a simp for the anarchist pig that is technoblade. 

i hope this is somewhat up to par with everyone’s expectations since i hyped this up so much. this is one of the few writings that i actually like so- i couldn’t resist waiting so long to post it AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

next >

now you never really expected to find yourself on a side of history that was deemed "the villain's side", especially when the villain wasn't even that bad.

okay, that's a bit of a lie. this piglin man blew up an entire country to end government. plus he has evaded his taxes. i mean the list goes on but that's not the entire point here.

the point is, you found yourself actually being friends (even going as far as housemates) with the so-called evil anarchist.

now we might be moving too fast here, so let's move it back a little bit.

"so you want me to join pogtopia?" you looked up, shutting the book in your hand as you leaned back on your chair. "and what would i get in return exactly?"

"...our friendship won't die?" the voice of wilbur soot rings in your quiet home, unsure and nervous at your stern aura and words.

"why can't you just help us?!" tommy flared up, nearly throwing a fit if not for his older brother holding him back.

"just because i am your friend, does not mean i am interested in fighting for your conflicts." you place the book on the small side table, adjusting your gloves while you explain yourself to the two boys, "i'm not saying i'm a pacifist, but i'm not here to fight. i live far away for a reason. i told you this before."

"can i call in that favor then?" wilbur asked. "you still owe me one." you huffed at his words. you saw this coming.

"you're lucky i'm a nice person most of the time." you sighed, standing up and nearly towering over the two boys if not for wilbur being a bit taller than you. "i will get my stuff packed, and then we can get to your pogtopia. but while i do that, please explain the whole situation." since you lived so far away from society, you didn't know too much about what was happening unless wilbur told you about it and wilbur never really talked to you too often.

"well, you know how we had l'manburg.." and then he starts to explain how that completely backfired on them because they lost the election and now they lost their country. "and now we want to fight back for l'manburg." wilbur finishes explaining as you put your old netherite sword in its sheath that hung on your waist. "we just need your help. are you willing to train us?"

"it's not like i have much of a choice since you're cashing in that favor." you pointed out. "i better not be staying for too long."

"i can't make any promises about that." you sighed. "you ready?"

"unfortunately." it was time to leave your home and face violence once again.

"if it makes you feel any better, you're not the only person we've asked to help us." tommy says in an attempt to get you out of your bitter mood.

"that made me feel worse, tommy. i think you guys would've been fine without me if you have another person helping you other than tubbo." you slung your bag over your shoulder. "but if you really insist on getting the help of me, then who am i to judge?"

"since it seems like you're ready now, let's go to pogtopia!" tommy said, ignoring most of your words of complaints as he starts to drag you by the arm towards the dream smp. "it's quite the walk from here. why do you live so far from everyone? don't you get lonely? why didn't you join l'manburg with me and will?"

"slow down with the questions, tommy. first of all, i've told you and wilbur why i live far away, you did not listen though." you pressed a finger on his forehead, earning a huff of annoyance from the blonde. you moved your hand back to your side. "i simply do not like people. also why get pulled into conflict that you never were apart of to begin with? but that's pretty hypocritical of me to say now."

"i get that you're not fond of people, but aren't you lonely out here?" you three walked into the portal that would take you right into the nether. the sounds of bubbling lava and squealing pigmen was always an oddly comforting sound to hear.

"i'm perfectly content in my house. even if it's very far from others. i'm happy." you answered though your words sounded so... monotonous. tommy gave you a look, he definitely didn't believe you. "i know i don't sound happy but i am." before you knew it, you made it to the other nether portal which would actually take you to the manburg and pogtopia. oh how you didn't miss this place at all.

you never liked how manburg was ran even before shlatt was elected. you never really like government in general. it always seemed to be ruining everything. freedom never felt like freedom, at least that's what you thought especially when there was a goverment.

"welcome to pogtopia!" you were so deep in your own thoughts that you hadn't realized that you had made it to pogtopia.

"so where is your other helper? the first choice that wasn't me?" you asked.

"i think he might be here. he's been staying up for a long time. ever since he got in here." wilbur said. "technoblade? you here?" wilbur leads you to a potato farm and you soon feel a sense of familiarity as you enter the room.

"yeah." a low huff is heard, causing you and wilbur to turn your heads toward the source of the sound. "i'm here." what immediately catches your attention is the crown messily placed on his head as he farms. as a piglin, you've always been fond of gold, that adoration never left you once you went to the overworld. you never really wore a crown but you wore a gold pendant instead that was pinned to your cape.

"you have a really pretty crown." it takes you a minute to realize that those words came out of your mouth. "fuck, i didn't mean to say that out loud." you explained quickly to the male that was farming. "piglin things." you muttered.

"a very unexpected compliment. understandable." techno said. "wilbur, who is this again? have i met them?"

"well, you'd think you know each other since you're both piglins, but i guess the world is bigger than i thought. well, technoblade, meet y/n, y/n, meet technoblade."

"i call him the blade." tommy said smugly. "the blade! how's the potato planting doing?"

"it's doing fine. i didn't expect any company to come though."

"well, this is the person that we wanted to recruit for pogtopia."

"nice to meet you, even if the circumstances aren't the best. wilbur is lucky i owe him a favor." you said. "i sort of expected meeting you since tommy and wilbur mentioned you once they came to get me. i just never expected to see another piglin here in the overworld."

"never expected to see another piglin here either." techno hummed slightly.

maybe staying in pogtopia won't be too bad. at least you made a friend?

that was sort of a lie. you and techno never really talked after the encounter. it never worried you, you’re not one for conversation right now anyways. you had a mission to do and you’re gonna do it. you didn’t have time to make friends, at least that’s what you thought. friends seemed to be temporary in the smp, considering the wars that were and have happened.

you weren’t going to make another friend, knowing that you just might get pulled into their fights.

“why did you stop fighting once you left l’manburg?” wilbur’s voice rings in the small fighting pit that was made for training.

“i simply didn’t find the need to fight. it doesn’t mean i’m any weaker though. i will still fight for what i want to fight for.” and that’s gonna be really ending this whole government. you think to yourself, letting the nighttime ambience fill the air.

“you still have your lives...right?” you show him your wrist which had 3 hearts tattooed on it. 

“i’ve been living away from everyone, of course i won’t die that easily.” you let out an empty laugh. “bold of you to assume i would even die.”

“i know it’s ridiculous to even think that you would lose a life after you left l’manburg but what if dream were to chase you down and kill you?”

“i understand your worry, but need not to worry, i can handle myself. if i couldn’t you guys would never even assign me as cavalry captain those years ago.” you said, unbuttoning your gold pendant to place it on the stone cold floor along with your other accessories you had. “it’s not like dream can do too much to me. we made a deal after all.”

“a deal?” wilbur raised an eyebrow as he took off his jacket, tossing it on the ground.

“don’t be too concerned. i’m not like eret. i wouldn’t betray you.”

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you write. you like technoblade. do u have fic recs with techno? heart emoji ✨

felt like this upon getting this ask anyway

so this is a bit vauge so not all of these are techno-centric but he is a major character in each of them. I do not know what you have and haven't read so uhh yeah also I am a family dynamic c!sbi fan. so.

let me know if you want more because I have more (ones I haven't read but still) also if anyone wants to feel free to add on

firstly we have passerine by thcscus - royal 3/4 sbi with techno being the odd man out - mostly wilbur and techno pov with some tommy

next is the one hundred miles series by no_one_you_know - modern bedrock bros with exile arc parallels, 50/50 techno and tommy pov

next we got witness the wreckage by mollypollykinz - superhero au sbi with tommy and wilbur as kids on the run after they killed their dad, mostly wilbur and techno povs with some others

I've started reading this one and it's really good it's holding onto nothing by anonymous / rem anon - modern techno-centric with like one exception, techno lives in an abusive home and seeks comfort in the sbi

then we have the I'm ready now series by BialyLis - modern phil-centric foster fic with twinsduo, no split pov

coming up we got the guitar strings and keyrings series by anonymous - modern techno-centric foster fic where techno is phil's adopted son and then phil decides to foster two more kids

alright now the case of the fire inside by trying_to_spell_both_our_names_at_once - modern fantasy sbi au with selkie tommy and light house keeper sbi, pov between tommy, wilbur, and techno

then hello - is anybody there? by madcoon - modern mystery au where techno meets a kid at his new school and thinks he might live in a bad situation

boom conditions of existance by misterghostfrog - fantasy sbi fluff fic, tommy-centric with technodad

I haven't read either of these but they're both canon divergent bedrock bros healing fics: recovery is slow (but what’s time to a retired pig) by n3so and notos by blazethedemidragon

also bunflower/bunfloras and anarchy_and_piglins both write a lot of fics that include techno so I suggest them as well

oh yeah and basically all of my works have techno but he is especially important in these two: the broken rhythms series (modern mystery techno-centric bedrock bros au) and fields of flowers (canon divergent michael_beloved-centric with uncle techno)

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Avatar: The Last Airbender x Dream SMP AU

i wrote this because i recently rewatched A:TLA for the millionth time and my brain just ran with it. so, here it is!

you can send in blurbs/imagines/hedcanons/questions if you want to! this is all just for fun. if my requests are open, however, you can request fics set in this AU!

please bare in mind that this is my first time doing an AU, so please be patient with me.

note: this takes place outside the A:TLA canon, so characters like Aang, Katara, Sokka or otherwise are not present!

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water tribe;

head: philza

- a calm and thoughtful man. phil is like the embodiment of the water element. he's flexible and lets the waves take him anywhere, yet he can drown cities in an instant if he so pleases. he's a master waterbender, even teaching self-defense, but phil has never been a fighter. he'd much rather settle conflict with words than violence, but if he's on the battlefield you better have an entire army ready.

- he's a warm-hearted man, but don't think you can take advantage of his hospitality. phil is a wise man, he can tell when you're lying to him. he can read people like books, some even go as far as to say he can read minds.

- many people of the tribes see phil as a father figure. he makes it a point to always have his palace open for his people, and even lets them stay the night if they please. he loves to read to the children that reside within his home while their parents rest up from their day.

fire nation;

head: technoblade

- techno is a brave warrior that has turned the tides in many wars. he has passion that can't be matched and a strong sense of justice. he is the most agressive out of the 4 leaders, but he is extremely loyal and protective to his alliances.

- he wears his scars like trophies, he barely covers them up. he only ever covers up when he is going to battle, wearing a pig's skull on his head. his brute force and agressive fighting style can make even the bravest hearts tremble. there are people claimed to have seen him get crushed by boulders, eaten by monsters or stabbed right in the heart and survived, earning him quite the title; immortal.

- many people outside of the fire nation fear technoblade, known as a merciless fighter. but the people within the nation know him as a kind and giving ruler, regularly visiting the poorer side of the towns.

earth kingdom;

head: dream

- dream is known to be very decieving. his personality varies depending who he talks to. if he's talking to people within the kingdom he's friendly, playing with the children and having lively conversations with the townsfolk.

- to his alliances he's a smart and calculating man, a sight only few people get to see. he's cold in his actions yet warm with his words, which is why he's so terrifying to his enemies.

- dream's face is always hidden. no one's ever seen it and lived to tell the tale. though, there have been rumours among the maids in the palace that he's quite handsome.

air nomads;

head: georgenotfound

- at first glance people see him as a young man who simply got his power handed to him on a silver platter, but that couldn't be further from the truth. george is an extremely intelligent fighter, only making steps that are necessary to preserve energy. no one can match his dedication to the art of airbending.

- outside the nomads he's known as a lazy ad unmotivated leader that simply sits in his home all day, but inside the temples you can find him wandering the plaza with a book in hand, reading to whoever may listen.

- george likes to look at conflict very objectively, always lookig for a practical way to get a favorable endresult. he's a quick thinker and sees opportunities and chances in places many would give up hope. he has never lead his people into battles and came back with less than promised.

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thank you all for 1k followers <3

i'll also be writing about the other characters, which i will link here vv

- water tribe

[birbvin]

i know techno decanonized sbi family dynamic but no he didnt <3 phil took in techno as a lil baby pig and thats canon in my heart <3

[24-guy]

Light/soft/fluffy headcanons time:

Just a small disclaimer, I don't know if any of this is real or has been declined, I just like the thoughts of these. Oh. And obviously these are all the characters.

George's goggles act as sunglasses because he amount of time he spends sleeping has caused his eyes to be near permanently sensitive to the light, so the lenses stop any light from in front, the white surrounding closes anything entering through the edges.

Techno in a corset. I legit did a little research to ensure that it's workable, and it is possible. So we know he has a sense of style, so there's reason number 1. Reason number two is that it is actually possible to fight in a corset as long as it's lose enough to breathe in. The downside to that is that it takes a little longer to get back up once pushed down and you can't bend from the middle that well. Though the first could work in his favour, we know that he's unlikely to be knocked down in the first place. So that little extra time should help him in thinking of a solution to the problem. Though, a corset can also provide protection depending on what it's made out of, if it has steel boning, etc. Plus I just think it would be really cool.

And, another techno one because that man has style points to the max and I love the fanart. If we're talking anime techno, it goes without saying that the long hair exists. Also. I saw like. A thing where it was hair wrapped within a chain kind of thing, I'm bad with explaining but yeah, so that. But also, no matter what version of techno, be it anime or pigman, just an abundance of gold. We've obviously got the gold, but also things like a bunch of earrings and rings and maybe even bracelets.

Which can also be made into another headcanon of some of those pieces of jewelry represent people he would protect. Pigman hybrid techno is one of my favourite widely accepted headcanons so I love the thought of him having an affinity for gold and holding it almost as tightly as his netherite. So when someone becomes close enough to have a piece of gold he keeps on him, it means he is attached. Though he may not like to admit it.

And for the sbi (+ranboo because he's practically adopted at this point and I can) it could be that Phil became an earring (with the friendship emerald) because he is likely to listen to him over everyone else, if we go with pig ears being quite big, the meaning of ears themselves represent adaptive ease and extroverted personality, while we know that last one isn't true, we can assume that Phil could have taught Techno how to easily adapt in everything. Wilbur and Tommy each have a bracelet marking times in their childhood where they'd hold each other close, plus arms can symbolise surrender and when he was close to them, he'd give himself up to make sure they were safe. For Ranboo it could be a ring because hands symbolise strength, power and protection, (it can also be seen as generosity, hospitality, and stability, though I think we'd know which Techno would prefer to see) because he's the mentor.

I like looking into meanings of things so they actually hold power in their reasoning, can you tell?

Michael absolutely adores playing with his sword. He'll run around squealing happily, gently tapping his dad's with the swapped out wooden sword (with gold accents so he'd hold it) not able to take damage. It will often result in Michael being poked as their form of attacking back, which rarely doesn't end in a tickle fight and Michael squealing happily and giggling along with his dad. If it's all three of them play-fighting then they often won't stop laughing for a good few minutes.

Speaking of dads, Ranboo only has a few people he doesn't get irritable when he makes eye contact with them. Those people are tubbo and michael. With anyone he's friends with, he just gets incredibly fidgety and the instinct to teleport away erupts in his chest, but he isn't able to, and with anyone he's negative towards, he gets angry.

Tubbo has a secret hive of bees somewhere. Only he knows where they are. They're probably like.. a thousand chunks away from anyone else. He has secret nether transport to get there as soon as possible. They thrive in a large glass enclosure with hundreds of flowers and plenty beehives. He also 100% owns a ukulele and sings to bees in the enclosure or around the smp because it "makes the honey sweeter".

That isn't to say he's only a ray of wholesome sunshine, he also 100% threatened foolish's eyes because foolish accidentally scrolled onto his sword while looking for building materials when he was near Michael. Something about removing them and then using them as emeralds for villager trades. Foolish was scarred for life and never even risked bringing his sword near Michael ever again.

Foolish Jr and Michael have play dates. This isn't even a headcanon, this is just canon but foolish Jr dances and Michael plays with his sword. Maybe even Michaels chicken gets involved with the games too, like Michael saves foolish Jr from the chicken. But wholesome Michael and foolish Jr dancing to jukebox songs is going to stay in my heart. (Oh. And mellohi is banned. They don't even know the disc exists, don't worry about that angst.)

Maybe I'll do more of these. This was nice to have instead of pure theories.

[pandoraborn]

im so sorry for the vagueness of this, but please. any kind of ghostbur+sbi angst. please.

Characters: Ghostbur, c!Tommy, c!Techno, c!Phil Word count: 1497 words Content: canon divergence, techno’s execution, post exile, Tommy is sick, Techno is injured, gore, blood, whump, angst, hurt/comfort, mention of death, SBI, sleepybois inc,

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He sees the anvil drop.

He sees Techno crumble, falling to his knees before springing back up. Ghostbur can only stare, as if hypnotized by the gory scene before him, because Techno is very much a skeleton, slowly being stitched back together by some unseen force. Logically, he knows it’s the totem of undying working its magic, but emotionally, Ghostbur knows he’s never going to purge this memory from his brain.

He holds Friend closer to himself as he watches Techno jump away and disappear in the following madness. If he had a heart, it’d be pounding rapidly. If he had lungs, he’d be wheezing and gasping in fear. The ability to cry is also nonexistent, leaving the ghost unable to do anything but stare at the empty cage. Ghostbur stares for a long time.

When he looks up at Phil, trying to find some explanation for what happened, he finds that Phil’s house is empty. Phil must’ve snuck out in the chaos, when Tubbo and the rest of the ‘butcher army’ hadn’t been watching.

Now he’s alone. There’s no one else around, no distant voices to help him come back to reality. Reality is watching a long time friend turn into a skeleton and magically stitch himself back together, before running for his life. Reality is his father being put under house arrest simply for protecting Techno.

Reality is Friend bumping into him, startling him out of his swirling thoughts. Ghostbur puts a smile on his face, taking the lead and tugging Friend inside Phil’s house. The sheep will be safe here for the moment, while Ghostbur thinks of someone to turn to. He needs comfort from someone who can actually speak to him.

Tommy comes to mind.

Part of Ghostbur wonders if he should even talk to Tommy, because he hadn’t seem Tommy since before his party. Would Tommy be angry with him for not showing up? Maybe it’s a risk worth taking, because it’s Tommy, and they love each other. A dim memory surfaces; he remembers Phil mentioning the other day that he’d been in contact with Tommy, and Tommy’s now safe from any sort of harm. Ghostbur wonders if that means Tommy’s at the cabin, so he heads in that direction.

It doesn’t take long for Ghostbur to reach the cabin. He hopes the others are already here and in one piece, but Ghostbur can’t get the image of the execution out of his head. If he had the ability to feel sick, he’d probably be vomiting in the snow.

Techno’s clearly home, because Ghostbur can see the trail of blood leading toward the cabin. Carl, his horse, is also just outside, unharmed.

Before Ghostbur can enter, he hears raised voices. He pauses at the door, leaning closer to hear more clearly, but nothing he’s hearing sounds great.

“Techno, hold still, you’re bleeding everywhere! You’ll also wake Tommy.”

“I’m sorry, I had to rip my arm out of an entire bar, right after being executed! I’m not exactly going to remember my manners for the stupid kid beneath us. He can always sleep later!”

“If you don’t shut up and hold still, I will splash you with a weakness pot and smack you over the head so I can heal you properly. Your bones need to set and you need stitches.”

Ghostbur’s heard enough. He barges in, trying to plaster a smile on his face, but it feels off when he sees the wound on Techno’s arm. It’s not just a deep gash, but a giant hole where muscle and skin should be. There are tears in the pig’s eyes, there’s an expression of anger in Phil’s eyes that render him almost inhuman. If Ghostbur were to actually let himself think about it, he’d admit he was terrified of them both right now.

“Ghostbur,” Phil says curtly. “Go downstairs and check on Tommy.”

“Your arm-”

“I’ll explain it to you later Ghostbur,” Techno grumbles. “Do what Phil says and don’t ask questions.”

“I was there! I saw what happened! Phil, I left Friend in your house.”

“Ghostbur, go downstairs and sit with Tommy. He needs someone more than Techno does.” Phil’s voice has an air of finality to it; Ghostbur doesn’t want to argue with him. Shoulders slumping in disappointment, he disappears down the ladder to check on Tommy.

 Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen the boy since before his beach party. Would Tommy be mad at him for not showing up? Why is Tommy even here, isn’t he supposed to be on holiday? Everything is far too confusing anymore, but even those thoughts are pushed out of his mind when he sees the teen sitting in a bed.

Tommy is far too thin and sickly looking. His skin is too pale, almost colorless, with dirty, greasy hair falling into sunken eyes. Each breath he takes is a painful wheeze, his fingers tremble too much to grip the bowl of food he’s trying to eat.

Tommy’s gaze flicks up briefly when he sees Ghostbur, glancing back down a second later. “Hello.” Even the boy’s voice is rough.

First he watches Techno die, now he has to see his brother sick and malnourished? What kind of holiday had he been on?

“Tommy?” He moves closer, just as afraid of the teen as he was of Techno. Ghostbur already wants to forget today’s events and go back to being ignorant. He’s happier when he doesn’t have to think about anything.

“Surprise, we’re all alive.” Tommy’s tone is unbelievably dark, as if he doesn’t believe it himself. “One minute I’m contemplating everything that went wrong, and the next, Philza’s carrying me here like I suddenly matter. I go to sleep, and wake up to Techno missing half an arm. Dunno what happened there, neither of them will tell me.”

“I watched Techno die,” Ghostbur blurts. He probably shouldn’t have phrased it like that, but the words are out. “He had a totem though, so he survived. It’s a good thing, I think.”

“Ah.” Tommy sets the bowl of food aside, lying back down. Rather than looking colorless now, he’s turning a shade of green. “That’s information I didn’t need while trying to eat.”

“I’m sorry Tommy.”

“Are you okay?” Tommy asks. “Forget about me, I’m in great shape. You, on the other hand, look pretty shaken up.”

“Ah, yeah.” Ghostbur looks away. “Tommy, I forget a lot and I’m not the best, but what happened to Techno isn’t fading. I’m not sure how to process it.”

“You need a hug or something?” Tommy stretches one arm out toward Ghostbur. “Because you look like you could use one.”

“Are you sure you’re not using that as an excuse to get a hug for yourself?” Ghostbur can’t resist the tease. Nor can he resist the offer, letting himself move closer until he’s in Tommy’s arms.

“Fuck you, I don’t need a hug from anyone.” Tommy’s voice is muffled. “I’m independent and can do anything I want to on my own.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Phil’s voice interrupts. “Even on your deathbed, you’re going to give us all a headache.”

Ghostbur’s eyes nearly bug out. “Deathbed?” His gaze whips back toward Tommy to make sure Tommy isn’t actually dying. “Does he need a tot-”

“Ghostbur, relax. Tommy isn’t dying, and I assume you’re here to talk about Techno. He’s not dying either. Everyone here will be fine.” Phil rolls his eyes. “All three of you are the most dramatic shits I have the misfortune of knowing.”

“Fuck you Phil,” Tommy groans. “I can still fight you.”

“If you can get up without fainting, I’d love to take you on,” Phil laughs.

“Is... Techno’s really okay though, right?” Ghostbur asks. “Because-”

“Ghostbur.” Phil sombers up to give the ghost his full attention. “I’m sorry you had to see that earlier. I know it’s not easy, and judging by your reaction, your brain isn’t letting you forget it so easily. Techno’s strong, Tommy’s strong. We’re all going to make it out of this in one piece, alright?”

Ghostbur looks down. “Three of you will. I’m afraid it’s a little late for me, dad.”

No one has a come back to that. Whatever fragile bonds still connect this broken family are still fraying. Ghostbur may be there, they may be able to see and hear and touch him, laugh with him even. At the end of the day though, it’s a harsh reminder that he is not Wilbur, that the Wilbur they’d all loved is still dead, and not even his ghost can replace him.

“Hey Ghostbur?” Tommy tugs on his sleeve. “Will you stay with me for awhile?”

“Yeah.” Ghostbur lies back down, wrapping his arms around the teen. Everything about the boy is too bony, nothing about his appearance is okay. He wonders if Tommy actually is dying.

Nothing more needs to be said though. Broken family or no, at least all four of them are together.

[rainbow-dunk]

the man. the myth. the legend. pig man himself

full build and rambling under the cut!

Technoblade

3 battlemaster fighter/5 juggernaut barbarian

firbolg

outlander

stats:

str - 18

dex - 16

con - 16

int - 14

wis - 10

cha - 6

miscellaneous:

saves: strength, constitution

proficiencies: athletics, perception, survival, intimidation (str), animal handling

tool proficiencies: alchemist's supplies

languages: common, elvish, giant, orc

armour: light, medium, shields

weapons: simple, martial

fighting style: defense

optional class features: primal knowledge

feats: great weapon master, sentinel

speed: 40ft

maneuvers: feinting attack, menacing attack, grappling strike

ahhhhhhhh, technoblade. my beloved. this is the build that started it all. it's changed slightly over time, but the base has stayed the same. iconic.

barbarian was a given from the get-go. originally i chose juggernaut for him, because it's about moving people around the battlefield while staying immovable yourself, and if that isn't skywars/bedwars then i don't know what is. but eventually i decided on zealot. how could i not? blood for the blood god is his catchphrase for a reason. zealot is also about being unkillable, and while this specific build isn't high enough level for rage beyond death, it fits him perfectly. i also added in battlemaster to balance out the unrestrained fighting style of the barbarian class with technique and more in-battle options.

firbolg is one of my favourite dnd races, and it's one of the best suited to techno. a strength/carrying capacity increase? reclusive nature? animalistic traits? i shifted the animal focus from the more cow-styled to pig, but it works. honestly, if i didn't love pig techno so much, he could have ended up as a half orc! strength/constitution, intimidation, tusks... honestly, both races work incredibly well for him. it just so happens that i adore firbolgs. also, firbolgs are tall as FUCK and i just love the idea of techno towering over the rest of sbi at a solid 7'9". he's almost two whole feet taller than phil, it's amazing. firbolgs can also turn invisible! i just have this image of dream vanishing into darkness to try and get a good strike on techno, and techno just dropping a torch to find him, turning invisible himself and hitting dream from behind. i think those two spar a lot. firbolgs' natural magic also includes the disguise self spell, so human technoblade is absolutely a thing in this. just for one-hour periods.

okay, so i haven't really talked about ability scores in the other posts, but i just had to give techno low charisma. he's said it himself - social interactions are his worst situation. he needed something to balance him out and give him a flaw. i also gave him low-ish wisdom because he's not the best at noticing things, especially other people's intentions, and wisdom and charisma are the two abilities most commonly used when resisting charm-style effects. if techno can be forced into killing tubbo, then i feel like he'd absolutely be susceptible to those kind of things.

originally i only gave him the great weapon master feat, but i just had to add sentinel too! i love that feat a lot, and party composition wise, techno plays the role of defender in sbi. adding grappling strike in there too just adds to that. i went with a greatsword as his primary weapon because he mainly uses a sword in canon, and god damn do i love greatswords.

this ramble is alreally really long, but i just love techno a lot! design wise, i originally wanted to go with unarmoured defense and give him a sort of formalwear, but the design i tried ended up too similar to his canon one for my tastes. so i decided to try the big-cloak-and-armour route, and my brother had the brilliant idea of stylising the armour, which led to the eventual bronze half-plate with gold skeleton detailing. it's mostly a human skeleton, but i ended up going with pig bones for the feet area, just to add in the more animalistic style. i adore it so much. also, a tiny detail on the crown is that the red gems? they're shaped like human hearts. i just really like that little detail.

and, finally. the build that could have been. half-orc lycan bloodhunter. i think my build fits him a lot better, but i do really like the idea of techno's lycan form being a huge pigman. if my finalised build is pigman that shapeshifts into human-ish, the bloodhunter build is human-ish that shifts into pigman lmao. maybe i'll make that at some point. it would be fun.

[honey-coloured-passion]

Ranboo Dream SMP Character HC!

okay, i can’t remember if it was twt or tmblr where i saw the HC that Ranboo controls dreams as part of his enderman powers. so, because i was obsessed with hocus pocus and mlp as a child i thought of Come Little Children which you either probably know from this (mlp)   this (hocus pocus) or this (emo network) would actually be a sick song to relate to his powers. then it kinda divulged into a HC of it’s own.

you don’t need to know the song for this btw :) 

but, imagine Ranboo stumbles upon the SMP, having been cast out from his enderman home for dancing too dangerously close to humans, finding refuge with the kind soul he was originally drawn to: Nihachu. 

the sweetest of creatures Nihachu is so purely loyal and good Ranboo knew he needed to help clear her demons. Plagued with sorrow and loss after losing Wilbur and the terrors of November 16th, Niki hadn’t had a night of peaceful sleep for weeks. Ranboo quickly slipped into her dreams.

“I'll show thee the way Through all the pain And the sorrows”

Niki woke up that morning more rested than ever. Having had the most beautiful dream of dancing in flower fields surrounded by her friends. It was actually what prompted her to make a flower shop with Puffy that very day. (this is canonically correct- Ranboo joined the SMP Nov 27th the flower shop was built the 28th which is cool i didn’t even know. that when writing this lul) 

Ranboo then realized he could do more than just help one person.

He continued slipping into people’s dreams, aiding L’manburg through it’s devastation after the tragic events of the 16th. He spent far too many hours grinding on the SMP, making sure to make nights pleasant for each member.

“Rest now my children For soon we'll away Into the calm and the quiet”

Tubbo was given dreams of buzzing bees, prompting him to ask Ranboo to build the bee farm with him. Fundy was brought back to playing chess with his father before... anyways, it prompted him to have Ranboo help him make a good old fashioned chess set. Quackity dreamt of hilarious jokes and bits and he always woke up with a smile, it drew him to inviting Ranboo to do more bits, there was something inherently funny about the new man in town. 

but Ranboo makes mistakes, he’s not perfect 100% enderman after all. he got Tommy too excited, gifting him dreams of joyus destruction and good fun. how was he to remember in the morning that tommy’s idea was a poor one? he could barely remember what he’d eaten for breakfast. 

when he realized what he’d done it was too late. it was only as Tommy was placed on trial Ranboo realized his faults. and he swore to never let preventable sadness plague Tommy’s heart. come hell or high water, literally.

every night he could, Ranboo swam to Logstedshire, drawn by the intense sadness, better described as depression, he could sense even thousands of blocks away. Ranboo hated water, but the Nether was too obvious a trip to make with Dream constantly on the lookout. so a soggy halfling dragged himself out of the sea every night, cradling Tommy as he wept in his sleep. 

“Hush now dear child It must be this way Too weary of life And deceptions Rest now my child For soon we'll away Into the calm and the quiet”

Ranboo never knew what to do with the slightly damp, but peacefully sleeping child every night. so he carefully carried him to the sea, hoping no one would realized the reason Tommy had to wake up in the water every morning. 

but one night Ranboo tracked the sadness to a new location. and he didn’t only find Tommy, but Technoblade. The Technoblade. Unable to stop himself he dove into the soul of the pigman, desperate to know what plagued the villain himself. 

Ranboo had never felt pain like he did that night. for he wasn’t alone in Technoblade’s brain. he was surrounded, pulled down deeper by voices that screeched for blood, violence, E, and more confusing ideas he could barely comprehend. it took almost every ounce of energy he had to escape the soul of the Blade, but Ranboo knew that one day, he’d need the strength to take on those voices. that no one, not even the pig himself, would be strong enough to combat those voices. and come hell or high water, it would be Ranboo’s task alone:

To pull the Blade from the stone that had wrapped it’s claws around Techno’s soul. 

If only he knew there was a more broken, dangerous (green) soul awaiting a challenge from his powers as well : ) 

“I'll take thee away Into a land of enchantment The time's come to play Here in my garden of shadows”

[relaxxattack]

DUDE I WANNA KNOW ALL ABOUT YOUR ANIMATED DSMP IDEA... HOW WOULD YOU TRANSLATE THE SKINS TO ACTUAL DESIGNS-

AAAAAA I LOVE GETTING ASKS LIKE THIS TYSM T^T

um as for translating skins! it would be pretty much the same way people do fanart, just figuring out what works best for each character and going from there! i think i’d try to stay as close to the mc skin as possible just for clarity. id also use a pretty cartoony and probably simplistic style!

here’s some notes on individual characters:

puffy - i was struggling with her design like a LOT until recently. i didn’t know whether to make her wool rainbow or white, or if she was part person or not! then she revealed recently it was actually a onesie and my problems were solved. i think she’s about the same amount of sheep as schlatt. horns and ears and possibly tail, but otherwise mostly human

tommy - the main changes to his outfit would be accessories (bandanna, cape when with techno) but one of the biggest changes would be his posture.  tubbo - i had an amazing idea where his character would debut with blonde hair that covered his eyes. and then after the audience got used to that there’s a scene where tommy swats his head and the blonde comes off because it’s actually been a wig the whole time. he doesn’t put it back on and literally no one mentions it. after that his hair would cover his ears (so artists can keep their goat hc if they want) but very slowly horns would creep out of his head by the second season. ambiguous horns that can be dragon or goat horns

wilbur - i love how this man gave me CANON design changes. makes things sm easier. i think the lmanberg revolutionaries would take off their coats after the war but keep wearing their uniforms. so they’d be wearing mostly white during OG l’manberg. wilbur would get a new slightly different coat to indicate he’s the president. also, definitely beanies. kudos to sad-ist

quackity - shapeshifter!! his face becomes that ditto face he has whenever he changes to look like someone else. it’s not like, mentioned or pointed out by anyone tho

technoblade - i fucking hate designing this mf!!!! i want to do big cartoony pig, but i ALSO want to incorporate cool hair. i want piglin headcanons to be applicable, but i ALSO want him to be a person just w a mask so he can say “i’m a person!” without looking ridiculous. what do i do. i hate this man.  philza - similar to sadist design, id kind of just add some black and some red hearts. also tons of crows surround him. crows in the background whenever he’s being foreshadowed. philza minecraft is so great 

sam - canonized that he’s just wearing a mask.. thank you sam.

ranboo - i hate him almost as much as techno. “i have no preference all the designs are great!” WELL THEN HOW AM I MEANT TO DRAW YOU?? i have SORT of settled on a design but i also keep changing it. all i know is pain. 

[cannibalisticcorpse]

C!Techno for the character headcanons

Headcanon A:  realistic

- he has ptsd and Steve is his emotional support pet for that specifically

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

- he wasn't always a pigman, he used to be just man and somehow got mixed with a pig, the voices in his head are bc his brain isnt entirely "his"

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

- going off that last hc, techno got specific traits over time, one of his first "pig traits" was the pointed ears. he grew up with wilbur (as twins possibly) and was so upset abt looking different that he tried to cut the points on his ears off when he was a kid so now he has scars on them

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

- "technoblade never dies" started because by all means no man should be able to survive half transforming into a pig but somehow this guy did it

[foryouthegays]

a new journey [dream SMP] stream liveblog and summary

Sellout pog: 0:29:40 (failed), 0:31:25, 1:00:40, 1:50:17

Dog deaths lmao: 0:29:55 (Mackenna), 1:11:55 (Mr. StrangeTiger & Dream has a house) 1:25:40 (ari), 1:30:55 (unnamed), 1:31:08 (Finn), 1:32:07 (Eyebite),

Other: 1:27:05 [about wildfire prevention] “yeah, i was thinking, we could just make everything so flammable, that the flames won’t have time to spread before it's burned down.” I really hope techno never becomes a firefighter

Twitter Summary (i hate it here): Techno and Ranboo find and raid a woodland mansion, and develop their characters’ friendship.

word count full: 1,041

word count summary: 637

word count liveblog: 293

Overall pretty chill stream, good for some techno ranboo dynamics and no real lore

SUMMARY:

Techno starts the stream in his base. While people find the stream, he rambles about how Phil doesn’t ever have time to do plot streams with him, and jokingly declares him canonically dead, and asks Chat if they have a grandpa who could replace him. He does a little advertisement for his new Technoplushie, and mentions that he wanted to have a video out this week, and that he actually edited last night.

He talks about how he lost his in-game notebook, but finds it quickly. He reveals that he’s finally ordered new glasses, good for him, and then shows his chat Ranboos shack. Techno repairs his armor a bit, and then gets a friend for Bob, his cow. He also moves his villagers down to the villager area.

Dream joins the server, and Techno bullies him about his homeless status. Ranboo joins his VC, and Techno threatens his parrots because they make Creeper noises while Ranboo tries to sleep. Ranboo has to leave the call, and restart his computer, due to technical issues.

Techno tells his chat that if they donate a Technopepe ($50, i think?), he’ll name a dog after them. He is immediately overwhelmed by donations and spends several minutes naming dogs. Dream asks him to name one ‘dream has a house,’ and Techno says that that would be the favor. He is also asked to name one Technochan.

The dogs kill several zombies, and Techno eventually finishes with the named dogs. There are around 25 dogs following Techno at this point.

0:27:40 Ranboo gives Techno a present, an Efficiency V, Fortune III, Mending, Sharpness V, Unbreaking III Netherite axe, as a replacement for the Axe of Peace. Techno assures us that his heart is not warmed at all, totally, he is still completely indifferent about this child Phil adopted.

Ranboo mentions that he’s going to find another Woodland Mansion, and Techno decides to tag along.

While ringing the sellout timer, the first dog dies. This one is Mackenna, and they die because of the fireplace. While looking at the fire, Edward hits Techno, and the dogs immediately run and attack him. Edward dies. Ranboo mentions that he liked talking with Edward.

Ranboo and Techno eventually leave, and Ranboo shows Techno the stronghold by his house. They go into the Nether and onto the roof, while talking about past events and Sapnap. They move on to bullying Tubbo about his dying habit.

They make it around 1,000 blocks from spawn, and Techno builds an uncomfortably square portal. They find that they’re too far south, and they go back into the Nether.

Techno starts singing ‘99 bottles of beer’ and i just….love his singing voice so much it’s at 0:48:55 and you should watch it. They make a few different portals, and eventually they find the right area and go to the overworld. They find the mansion, and Technos dogs try to kill the vex. It does not work that well. The dogs do attack an evoker, and Techno gets his first totem of the day.

Two dogs die to a creeper, including one named ‘Dream has a house.’

Ranboo lights a fire in a cat statue, and they watch as the mansion burns to the ground. Techno plays sad music.

They search the chests, which don’t burn, and try to find better loot. They do not succeed.

Techno and Ranboo head back home, and they talk about a random pig who managed to go through the portal in, and then out, of the Nether.

They find a Soul Speed highway, and Ranboo has to explain it to Techno. They talk about miscommunication in Dream SMP, and eventually reach the house. After sitting down all the dogs, Techno goes back up to the sellout timer and ends the stream.

LIVEBLOG:

Starting the streammmmm

0:00:30 “why havent i ordered a second monitor by now” TECHNO

0:01:45 ah yes, philza minecraft is dead crab rave

0:02:15 tECHNOPLUSHIE I WANT ONE SO BADDDD

0:04:05 “apparently, before phil died of old age, he adopted some dude? Idk abt him, i dont really trust him, but hes there” :LKSFJSDF teCHNO thats so rude go apologize to ranboo

0:09:15 ‘i have to be friendly with the other smp players’ yeah, sure, saying LEAVE when tubbo logs in is sooo nice techno gg /s

Techno freaking out over a villager dying is so funny to me

0:13:00 dream is here crabrave

0:19:55 its high risk, no reward, the best kind of strategy

0:25:00 techno ramblin abt youtube stuff is just,,,i love it so much i would love a youtube podcast by him

00:27:40 the gift pog!!

AALDSKFJASDF there goes mackenna, 30 min in. God that was a chaotic moment, first mackenna, then edward, and now ranboo can talk to endermen?? Alright

0:35:50 ‘you know, as an anarchist, i'm all about obeying the laws to the letter’ mhm sure

0:39:50 ‘doesnt dream have a cat? Probably not anymore…’ RANBOO sapnap did not kill patches i promise a;lkdjfasf

Why is sky immune to portals,,,,

TECHNOSINGGGGG 0:48:55

1:09:40 ATTACK MY DOGSSSS :handhska: ATACK MY GOONSSSS

I love how techno just kinda jumps constantly its so cute like he just!! Gotta jump!!! Ik its bc he can see more when higher up but i love it (1:19:40)

1:20:33 break glass to cause fire

TeCHNO JUST SAID MY DEADNAME I HATE IT HERE

[simplepotatofarmer]

comfort hug #16: welcome home

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP/Minecraft RP/??? Rating: General Relationships: Technoblade & Reader Words: 1,915 Additional Tags: hugs, fluff, comfort, reader insert, fluff without plot, found family vibes Summary: A platonic Technoblade and Reader fic, for all your soft Techno needs.

*disclaimer: it’s me, ya hug gremlin back at it again for reasons aka sometimes you just want to hug a war criminal and pig and that’s valid. also this is solely about canon/character techno.

ao3 link in the reblog

It’s hard to feel as though you belong.

You had travelled so far, trying to find a place to settle down, somewhere to stay, but each place has pushed you out. You’re not on their side, not a part of whatever community or government they’ve set up, no matter how hard you try to help, try to be kind to them. When you were little, you’d share your lunch with the other kids and then they would run off to play, leaving you alone. You never were sure how to make friends, never sure where you fit into their pretend hierarchy.

And now you don’t know where you fit into the real hierarchy and it makes your chest ache.

The wind picks up, whipping your clothes around and making the tip of your nose twinge with the cold. You rub it with the back of your hand and lower your head as the first few flakes of snow begin to fall. This far into the arctic, if you don’t find shelter soon, you’ll be stuck out in the storm and that’s a recipe for disaster or at the very least frostbite.

Ahead, the faint light of a lantern cuts through the growing dark, outlining a small house.

You hesitate, wondering if it’ll be like every other time you’ve come some place new. Perhaps it’s better to find shelter some place else than feel the disappointment of realizing you don’t fit in, that you don’t belong. But it’s getting colder and you find yourself trudging through the snow and up the stairs. Shivering, you reach out and knock on the door.

From inside you can hear a low voice and movement. Your heart starts pounding in your chest. The door opens. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust well enough to be able to see; the figure is tall, tall enough to block the light from inside the cabin and tall enough to have to bend slightly to fit through the doorway.

Once you can see, your heart stills in your chest and your mouth goes dry.

You thought it was a man but now you realize you were only half right; he stands like a man, is dressed like a man, and is looking down at you with human eyes but that’s where the similarities stop. His ears stick out from the side of his head, the tip of one folded over slightly, and his nose is more of a snout. Tusks stick upwards from his bottom jaw, mouth pulled into a frown.

A pig, you think, and just manage to choke down the nervous laugh that threatens to bubble up. He’s a giant pig.

“—heh?”

The noise is high pitched, confused, and doesn’t seem quite fitting for someone like him.

Looking up, you wonder what to say but before you can, he speaks again.

“Uh uh. No. Not again.”

The door slams shut in your face.

That feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. Once again, you’ll have no place to go, once again you’re being turned away. Wind whistles past you, stopped slightly by the porch’s roof. You’re tired and you can feel the hot pricks of tears in your eyes. You should leave, find somewhere else, but you can’t bring yourself to.

Sinking down, you huddle up on the porch, pulling your jacket around you as best you can. It’s still cold, still lonely, but the wind isn’t as strong and the light from the cabin makes you feel a little less alone. You rest your forehead against your knees and prepare to wait out the night.

The sound of the door opening jerks you awake and you shake off a thin layer of snow as you look up. The pig man stands looking down at you, a scowl on his face that seems more annoyed than angry.

“Alright, get up. I don’t want you freezin’ to death on my porch. Do y’know what that’d do for my property value?”

You blink up at him.

“Well, come on. I’m not gonna stand here all night.”

Your feet slip on the ice as you scramble to stand. He steps aside so you can enter the cabin. Immediately it’s warmer and you breathe a sigh of relief, rubbing your hands together.

“Just don’t touch anything, you got it? I don’t want you messing up my stuff,” he says.

You nod.

“I won’t,” you say, almost saying more but stop.

He’s imposing in looks with scars that speak of either battles fought or dangers encountered but the way he moves around the room, muttering under his breath, makes him seem awkward.

“Sit down, you’re making me nervous just standin’ there.”

You follow his gaze towards a chair in the corner and sit with a bit of a thud.

“You’re not some kind of spy, are you?”

“I—I’m not a spy.” There’s a hint of incredulity in your voice.

“Sounds like something a spy would say.”

You stare up at him, wondering what you could say that wouldn’t sound like something a spy would say and come up blank.

“Okay.”

“Who are you with?”

He moves to stand in front of you, hooves clacking against the wooden floor.

“With…?” you ask, sinking down in the chair a little.

“Yeah, with.”

A tightness grips your chest. You’re not with anyone; that’s why you’re out here, by yourself, trying to find some place to stay for the night, some place you can be safe.

“I’m not with anyone,” you say, voice cracking a little.

“Heh?” The noise of confusion escapes him again and then he narrows his eyes, considering you. “What do you think about government?”

“Uh…” The image of being turned away by someone who claimed to work for the president of one of the places you had tried to seek shelter in flashes in your mind. “I can’t say I’m much of a fan.”

“Wonderful, that’s perfect. I won’t have to kill you,” he says, voice deadpan.

You let out a laugh, nervous, and shift in your seat.

“That wasn’t a joke, I really would have to kill you.” He sits down, the chair near the fire creaking slightly under his weight, long legs stretched out. “So can I ask why you were knockin’ on my door in the middle of the night? It’s just a little bit suspicious, if you know what I mean.”

Looking down, you twist your hands in your lap and shiver. It’s warmer in here but the cold still lingers, the skin of your nose and hands feeling like someone had pricked it with tiny needles.

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” you say after a moment. “I just saw the house and—”

The words die in your mouth. It’s too hard to talk about, that feeling of desperation to find somewhere you’re wanted, the fear that you never will, the pain when you’re turned away after trying so hard.

His features soften, a look of resignation and then sympathy crossing his face.

“They exile you, too, huh?”

You don’t have to ask who ‘they’ are.

“No but they said I couldn’t stay, that I had to find somewhere else.”

“Typical,” he says with a snort. “You’re lucky they didn’t try to execute you or steal your horse.”

The corner of your mouth twitches.

“I don’t have a horse.”

“Well, you know what I mean.”

Silence falls in the cabin as you stare at your hands, the pig man staring out the window as if he was remembering something unpleasant. There’s so many questions you want to ask but you can’t find the words. Instead you rub your hands over your arms, trying to remove the chill from where its settled in your bones.

“You still cold?”

“A little,” you admit.

He gives a sigh that borders on a snort and stands, grabbing a log from the pile next to the fireplace, setting it across the flames. Tiny embers jump up and after a moment, the log catches fire, spreading both warmth and light into the room.

“No wonder. You have nothing, huh? No gear, that jacket’s barely enough to keep you warm.”

It’s not harshly said, that sympathetic look from earlier now creeping into his voice.

“I did but—I thought I had found a friend so I gave them most of my things. I just wanted to help,” you say and this time you can’t stop the tears from leaking out of the corner of your eyes. Hastily, you wipe at your face.

“See, that was your first mistake, trustin’ other people.”

The way he says it makes you think he’s speaking from experience, an undercurrent of anger. It makes you cry harder despite your efforts not to. He sighs and the creak of the floor and the way a shadow falls across you tells you he’s standing in front of you.

“Oh, don’t do that,” he says and crouches down in front of you. “I’m not good when people cry, okay?”

Wiping your face on your sleeve, you give him a shaky smile.

“Sorry.”

“Apologizin’ for cryin’ is almost as bad as the cryin’,” the pig man says, reaching out to awkwardly pat your shoulder and for the first time you realize that he has hands. It wasn’t something you had paid attention to at first. You blink at him as he settles back on his haunches. “Look, it’s great you wanted to help someone you thought was a friend and I think you should keep doing that except when it’s gonna hurt you. I mean, you could’ve frozen death out there. It’s okay to think of yourself first.”

You want to ask him why he cares when he had shut the door on you at first but it had only been at first. He had come back to let you in and you think you know why. Even crouching down the way he is, he’s still taller than you and you have to rise out of the chair a bit to hug him, throwing your arms around his neck. He stiffens.

“You remember when I said ‘hey don’t do that’ about the cryin’? Let’s go ahead and add hugging to that,” he says in a low monotone that you can feel rumble in his chest. Despite the words, he doesn’t push you away, instead patting your back and letting you rest your head on his shoulder until the tears stop for good. “Alright, alright. You’re fine. You can stop now.”

A small laugh escapes you; you don’t mean to, but there’s something about the resignation in his voice, the protest even as he hugs you back, that strikes you as funny.

“See, if you’re gonna laugh, I’ll kick you out.”

An apology almost makes its way past your lips but you stop yourself.

“Thank you,” you say, pulling away, and mean it.

“Ew, gratitude,” he says as he stands but there’s a curl to his mouth, half hidden behind the tusks, that belies the words. For a moment he looks at you and then shakes his head, the braid of pink hair moving as he does. “Alright, fine. You can stay here.”

You perk up.

“Really? For how long?”

“Just until the snow clears, then you’re out, got it? And you’re payin’ rent.”

Smiling, you don’t mention how in the arctic the snow never clears or how you have nothing to pay rent with; he already knows.

“I got it.”

[mythical-fangirls]

Tommy’s 12/15/2020 Stream

Tommy straight up crafted armour so Dream could destroy it because he sees it as a “bonding thing”

I- *scREA-*

fUCK DREAM DISCOVERED THE HIDDEN ROOM WHEN I WASNT LOOKING

bUT HE BLEW HIMSELF UP WHEN DESTROYING THE ROOM DWJIDFXNWIESDNSIDXWNESIUN

also Tommy accidentally ate the Prime Log Apple lol

DREAM BLEW UP TOMMY’S BED, LOGSTEDSHIRE, THE PET MUSHROOM- AND PROBABLY SOME OTHER THINGS MY DAD ASKED ME TO PREHEAT THE OVEN SO I MISSED SOMETHINGS

WAIT DREAM DESTROYED THE NETHER PORTAL TOO?! FUCK

Damn, Dream and Tommy are doing amazing with their acting. Props to them! Remember this is all a roleplay guys!

oH GOD TOMMY’S TOWER UP REALLY HIGH HE ONLY HAS 1.5 HEARTS TOMMY NO-

PHILZA LOGGED ON! SAVE YOUR SON PHIL PLEASE

WHY HAS NO ONE COME TO STOP HIM? HE’S STILL TOWERING. HE TURNED ON FANCY CLOUDS.

okay, okay, he landed in water, thank fuck. God I am not looking forward to seeing all the fics where Tommy missed landing in that pond of water.

LMAO Tommy died to a zombie and was yeeted back to spawn. You literally hear him calling Dream to TP him back to Logsted. This blooper reel is amazing, I love it. They really are embracing the Actor AU concept here, the fact that there isn’t more fan art of it is a fucking crime.

Mmmmm. Is this accidental foreshadowing with Tommy killing two pigs as he leaves Logsted and move further away from the SMP? *eye brow wiggle*

It always leads back to the discs for Tommy in some way, huh? The only reason Dream accepted the discs for L’manburgs independence was because even then, those discs meant so fucking much to Tommy. If those discs meant nothing, then Dream wouldn’t have accepted it. Tommy needs to remove his attachment from the discs for him to win. Yeah he deserves to be happy, but that implies his happiness lies in those discs. He has almost all of his discs, and more during his exile yet look at him.

tOMMY TECHNO SAID YOU AND DREAM FINDING HIS HOUSE WAS NON-CANON BUT I GUESS ONLY DREAM TOOK THAT HUH? lol

Tommy. Tommy. Tommy, Techno’s going to murder you on his stream tomorrow oh my god what the fuck kid. Filthy crime child.

No wait, little raccoon child. Living underneath Techno’s house and stealing his shit, goddamn.

Predicting this now: Techno’s not going to be pleased but he’ll let Tommy live with him. But Dream won’t be pleased, but he knows he can’t fight Techno and win as surely as he would with the others