#piglin brute technoblade

[phantasm-echo]

Very quick Piglin Brute Technoblade Speedpaint because I have free will

*insert Tears by Amos Roddy*

[phykoha]

His and Dream's styles conflict so much and I love it tbh

also I'm sobbing

[bluebblurry]

Can we stop villainizing piglins please? They’re adorable, please don’t do this to them

[normalaboutcemeraldduo]

hand over the piglin culture headcanons

trashyclementine I love you so much.

Piglin culture headcanons (and also c!techno headcanons)!

Piglins are loyal. Oh my god they’re so loyal, and earning their loyalty is an incredibly hard thing to do

Gold is important for more than just money (I’m tired I’m not elaborating)

HOLIDAYS ARE ELABORATE AS FUCK. SAME WITH WEDDINGS. It’s because both of these things are very important to them

Piglin brutes are picked at a young age and trained to protect the others from a young age, they are also respected more than most because they protect everyone (this happened with c!techno as well)

I have a lot more but this post was taking forever for me to write so have these crumbs

[kastelofglass333]

Princebur beloved <33

This was an art made for my friend (who shall remain anonymous), but the original version of this character is from my AU where Wilbur is a spoiled prince who was bethroted to an Emperor of the neighbouring country to seal the alliance set between them. At first Wilbur is very much against losing his freedom to a half-piglin brute, but he quickly realises that Emperor Technoblade is much different than the rumours paint him…

(Btw the art has nothing to do with the creator wilbur soot. Fuck that bitch. The character in the picture is inspired by c!wilbur, but is heavily altered to match the AU.)

[lennjamin-o7]

I hate tumblr sometimes, I'm so glad i wrote this shit down i would never be able to replicate it otherwise. Anyway, here's babyblade, attempt number 2:

Piglin brute Techno was born with the blood god's blessing and gained consciousness/sentience via chat which comes with the blessing. Usually people with BG's blessing only gain it later in life so nobody notices. But here's techno. Some sort of mishap separates him from chat temporarily. This means he reverts to his natural state of being for the first time in his memory.

Imagine being philza minecraft, creator of men and the world, and you wake up one day to your friend in absolute *hysterics*, screaming for his mama in his native tongue. You understand this language fine but barely speak enough to struggle through a very butchered conversation. (Don't come for him it was always enough to trade and his vocal cords aren't made for it and he had techno to translate regardless!) So phil tries to reassure and comfort tech as soon as he realises what's happening but it doesn't work!

Now imagine being baby techno, terrified, cold in the overworld, WITHOUT YOUR MOM, and then suddenly this weird fleshy thing with weird lumps on its back starts talking to you but it's talking wrong??? Wild. I would also cry. Phil actually does cry with him bc of how frustrated he is that techno can't find any comfort.

So phil gives up and picks up this 3yo who's almost as tall as him but somehow more buff and takes him to the nether where they proceed to look for a piglin who can help soothe techno. They make their way to a bastion and the piglins there are Extremely AlarmedTM by this overworlder having an inconsolable brute baby screeching for their mama and are understandably hostile bc of stranger danger you know? Phil somehow manages to explain so he's fortunately not made into rotissery chicken and and a few piglin sows come forward to comfort the baby.

Phil is relieved when techno stops crying and lets him stay with the sows and the other children for a bit and thus almost dies of a heart attack when techno starts screeching again the second he's taken away from them as phil wants to head back home.

Needless to say, they're stuck in this bastion until techno regains sentience. Phil is melting and miserable but holding on and sticking around for his bestie. Techno is having a grand old time being cuddled and coddled by all the sows and brutes. Little snuggle bug.

MAKE. HIM. BABY. 2024!

I've kept this hostage enough, its adorable. I love anything that makes the "Technoblade is 3" joke into a reality. I especially love divine shenanigans so this is RIGHT UP MY ALLEY.

Phil half asleep sending divine Text messages to Kristin asking for her to slap the Blood God or whatever needs to happen to get Techno's blessing back.

So much fun.

[bah-circus]

Iii know we recently made a request but we noticed you had dsmp on your source list and so- we are back, we would like Philza and Techno who are co leaders of a cult, and a Wilbur that's their son, level one or two whichever is easier for you!! /nf -🎤

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

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Philza!!! Techno!!! Wilbur!!!

°·⊱ Name: Philza, Chamomile, Zephyr, Ambrose, Crow, Sorin, Rook

°·⊱ Age: Appears 30’s-40’s, 300+

°·⊱ Race/Species: Elytrian / Daemon

°·⊱ Source: Dream SMP + SMPLive + Philza’s Hardcore

°·⊱ Role: Caretaker, Religious Protector, Emergency Fronter, Provider [Fronts for Work]

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°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: Demiboy, Naturecomfic, Male-Aligned Plantgender, Floragender, Fauxboy

°·⊱ Pronouns: Hy/Hym; Ae/Aer; It/Its; 🌿/🌿s

°·⊱ Sexuality: Bisexual

°·⊱ Personality: Philza is a firm man with those around hym, nearly always expecting the best from those under hym. 🌿 does prefer a simpler life-style and enjoys being able to provide for 🌿s cult and family. Ae is self-assured that hys path is the correct one and is always willing to show others that truth. 

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: The Angel of Death, [Prn] Who Leads the Syndicate, The Crow-Father, [Prn] Who Is Immortal, The Black Winged Leader

°·⊱ Likes: Techno, Fireplaces Warm Drinks with Friends, Silver Trinkets, Intricate Machinery, Making Money, Flying

°·⊱ Dislikes: Cold Weather / Winter, Baby Zombies, Owls, Not Maintaining Eye Contact [Finds it Disrespectful], Speaking of : Disrespectful People, Large Cities, Smog, People Dying ‘Before Their Time’ 

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🌿🪶🐦‍⬛🍵🌑💲

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

°·⊱ Name: Technoblade, Techno, Auelis, Heimos, Sanguine, Boreas

°·⊱ Age: Appears 40’s, 250+

°·⊱ Race/Species: Piglin [Brute] / Daemon

°·⊱ Source: DSMP + SMPLive

°·⊱ Role: Physical Protector + Mentor + Anger / Wrath Holder

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°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: BloodGender, Agender, BloodCovic, SanguiGender, Bloodik, RageBodiment, BloodDeity, Hazeboy, Yukinic, Snowfallgender, Haemosnowic [ Blood in the Snow ]

°·⊱ Pronouns: It/Its; He/Him; That Thing/That Thing’s; Hymn/Hymnal; Hy/Hym

°·⊱ Sexuality: Nebularomantic Demisexual 

°·⊱ Personality: Technoblade is a very well put together person, if he doesn’t want you to see or know something, you won’t. He is the main leader to perform the rituals and sacrifices in their cult. Doesn’t mind getting that thing’s hands dirty if hymn has to. 

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: Tech (only by Philza), The Blood God, [Prn] Who Worships The Blood God, The Piglin Who Travels The Overworld, [Prn] Who Is Drenched In Blood

°·⊱ Likes: Fresh Snowfall, Peace and Quiet, Books / Reading, Philza’s Sermons, Selling Out [Sell-Out Timer How I Miss You]

°·⊱ Dislikes: Governments, Chaos, Wilbur’s Shenanigans, People Flirting With It, People Buying Gifts For That Thing

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off:  🐷🩸👑❄️🏹🗡️

°·⊱ Extras: Blood-Soaked Alter

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

°·⊱ Name: Wilbur, Piper, Siren, Orpheus, Thanatos, Killjoy, Reverend

°·⊱ Age: 27~

°·⊱ Race/Species: Nature Spirit / Demigod

°·⊱ Source: DreamSMP + SMPLive

°·⊱ Role: Janusian, Truth Seeker, BPD + ASPD Holder

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°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: Fauxgender, Fakegender, Liargender, Deceitlexic

°·⊱ Pronouns: Hx/Hxm; Shi/Hir; It/Its; They/Them; Ey/Em; Lie/Liar

°·⊱ Sexuality: Sapphillean

°·⊱ Personality: Wilbur is a very introspective person, but hx is also an incredibly huge self-hater. Usually has a very quiet intensity about them. Thinks hx is above everyone else, and isn’t afraid to make sure you know ey thinks that liar is better than you. 

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°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: The Son of The Leaders, [Prn] Who Is Born From A Miracle, The Blessed Child, The Rainbow Baby 

°·⊱ Likes: Poem & Songwriting, Calligraphy, Vintage Styles, Brain Puzzles, Fire, Routines, Rituals

°·⊱ Dislikes: Losing, Yelling, People Lying to Hxm [Hx will lie to you though], Artificial Foods, Bright Colors [Eye Sensitivity]

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🍷📜🎶🎻👑🦋

°·⊱ Extras: Hx feels like a mix of revivebur and lmanbur and that seems dangerously fun 

°·⊱ Faceclaim: 1 | 2

Welcome back!! Always a pleasure to see repeating audience members!! May these lovely folk work for you!! We all had a blast working on this!! - Pest Swarm ; Cain

[technoblade-the-anarchist]

Intro Time!

Alexander Blade - He + Blood. 32, Piglin Brute, Overall Technoblade sourced.

TechnoBlade - He + Blood God. 32, Piglin Brute, overall DSMP Technoblade sourced.

Mr. Blade - He + Peaceful Violence. 32, Piglin Brute, Retirement Arc Sourced.

The Blade - He + Voices. 32, Piglin Brute, Revolution + Anarchist Arc Sourced

Typhon Blade - He + Anarchy. 33, Piglin Brute, Syndicate Technoblade sourced

Skull Blade - He + Wither. 32, Wither + Piglin Brute, Wither King Techno sourced.

The Hare Blade - He + Hop. 32, Bunny, OSMP Techno sourced.

[queenaquataine]

Technoblade secret achievement ideas (Minecraft obvi)

okay, because of Techno's newest video of what imma just call lost footage, I thought of some ways that Minecraft could put in secret achievements to honor him.

So, if you work at Mojang or know someone who does, just causally bring this into the conversation (don't say you found it on a Tumblr post)

Techo capes. Preferably free or if you get one/all of the achievements below.

Naming a pig Techo/PigKing will get you a secret achievement and attacking it will cause it to PvP you (you will die). And on the death screen say something like 'Blood for the Blood God' (also counts for piglins and brutes)

Naming an entity 'Lukas' will cause it to immediately die. Death message will say, "Lukas died from being Lukas" or something similar.

Naming a baby Villager "Orphan" will cause two random adult Villigers to die. When "Orphan" grows up, no matter the job you give it, will have op trades.

Making a shrine to the Blood God (How you summon the wither except pig/piglin heads and Nether Wart Blocks) will give you Strength, Absorbtion, Health Boost, Instant Health, Luck, Night Vision, Regeneration, Resistance, Blood Lust, and Speed.

New affect called "Blood Lust" that outlines all mobs in red. Last until you kill 10 peaceful mobs or 5 hostile mobs.

Typing 'Technoblade never dies' into chat will give all pigs around you (including piglins and brutes) his crown (and cape if they are a Brute/Piglin).

Okay that's all I got feel free to edit or combine ideas. I realize that the effect is basically just what the Spector arrows do, but I did try and give it a bit of a twist.

[zilritsch]

Some general information about Admin AU:

- Everything basically revolves around three characters: Dream, Philza and Techno, so all the main points are about them.

Brief information about the characters:

Dream:

In this au he is a child by the standards of the admins, but due to circumstances he developed like an ordinary player, which is harmful to the mental health of the admins. This development failure occurred due to the absence of an adult admin nearby, so Dream’s code will adapt to the circumstances in order to survive. In fact, he was damn lucky that he didn’t die, since the code of the children of administrators is a favorable environment for the development of viruses or gods who want to gain more power. Therefore, children are usually kept on a separate server with only a guardian until their late teens.

Now Dream will not be in any danger when, after escaping from prison, Philza realized that Dream is a child. The boy will be under the watchful eye of Philza and Technoblade, and no one will dare touch him again (And no matter what plans Dream had or still has, he will not escape).

Philza:

- Elythrian, member of the first generation of administrators. He was one of those who participated in all the skirmishes with the gods, invented the first fashions and founded the academy of administrators. He has extensive and varied experience working with children of all ages.

- Disdainful of the gods.

- A member of the now extinct Elytrian race, which gives him an understanding of the ancient Enderian language. True, the language has long fallen out of use. Among the characteristic features: dark gray wings, a cluster of feathers throughout the body, but most of all on the cheeks, in the neck, shoulders and shoulder blades, and also pointed claws.

- There have already been attempts to create his own family and settle down, but all his partners are now dead, as are the admin’s children. Wilbur in his eyes is a mistake, too similar in appearance to his mother.

- The players are treated with some disdain, as a lower caste unable to compare with him (his attitude is also influenced by the fact that the players were created by the gods as an imitation of the admins).

Technoblade: Pure-blooded Brute piglin.

Previously, he lived in one of the thousands of bastions of the Primordial World, he grew up in it and defended it. Everything changed the first time he killed a player. Then he heard a heartbreaking scream full of agony in his head (Techno pushed the guy into the lava after blowing his head off with one precise blow). He backed away from the scene of the player's death, clutching his head in an attempt to muffle his scream. He waited a few more hours until the screaming died down. This is how he gained his first voice, and later lost it when he didn't have enough blood to keep all the voices strong (Much later, after Techno learned mojang thanks to the voices, Philza spoke about his code being warped and confused with the players' code lines. Philza called him special, called him the darling of the Universe, said that she gave him the opportunity to learn, and that he did not mind a companion on his journey).

Technoblade has participated in many events in this world, now he wants to rest a little.

[sunnylovescats]

Title: Oops! My Sword Slipped

Archive Warning: Major Character Death

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & Technoblade

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Blood and Injury, Self Sacrifice

The sound of metal clashing against each other echoed throughout the clearing, sparks flying as the blades parried each other. Tommy flinched at each hit, eyes wide in both terror and amazement at the deadly dance his brothers were now engaged in. And while his heart hammered in his chest in fear, he couldn't help but admire the skill and grace that accompanied the fight.

Techno moved with precision, each blow calculated and body positioned in way that guaranteed he would be staying on the defensive. His actions weren't ones of a brother sparring, but that of a hunter going in for his prey. And he wouldn't stop until he captured it and its blood fed his sword.

Wilbur, on the other hand, was much sloppier with his stance, but what he lacked in coordination he made up with brute force, his hits managing to make Techno stumble before quickly regaining his footing again. He was in no way on the same level as his brother, but he was a soldier first and foremost.

And a soldier defended his honor, even if it ended in his death. And if Tommy was certain of anything, it was that by the end of the day there would only be one of his brothers left standing.

He had TOLD Wilbur not to start an argument he couldn't win, but of course he didn't listen. He never listened to Tommy. No one did for that matter. And Techno wasn't any help, only adding fuel to the fire that was spreading way too quickly. He just had to dig into Wilbur's insecurities, mock him over Phil's clear favoritism between the two.

How sad was it that Phil cared more for his partner than his own son. The way the piglin glanced at Tommy as he said it was enough evidence that that he felt the same way about Tommy.

Maybe a few years before Tommy would have jumped to his and Wilbur's defense, argued that Phil loved them just as much. But he was older now and knew while Phil cared for his son in his own way, he had no love left to spare for his youngest.

Gone was the burning resentment that sparked in his chest every time their father ruffled Wilbur's hair or asked how his day and has long since been replaced with indifference. He had accepted that he had never really part of their make-shift family. He would always just be teetering on the edge of the rest of them, there but still forever isolated.

But it wasn't as if he was new to this feeling, it seemed like he never really mattered that much to anyone after he fulfilled his duties.

Phil's little mistake. Techno's Theseus. Wilbur's loyal lapdog.

Now, there was nothing but an argument that could only be resolved in bloodshed.

“Come on, Techno, you can do better than this! Show me what the Blood God can do! Or all the rumors just fabrication, lies you came up with," Wilbur taunted, grin growing wider as the piglin's eyes flashed red, his blows becoming heavy with less hesitation in between. Wilbur continued to parry the blows, but he was slowly being pushed back.

Tommy expected to see fear in Wilbur's expression, but all he saw was giddiness. His stomach dropped at the realization. Wilbur was enjoying this. Enjoying the feeling of making Techno crack, even if it costed him his life. Petty revenge. It made Tommy sick.

The tip of Techno's sword ripped through the fabric of Wilbur's coat, cutting deep into his arm. Tommy gasped and instinctively stumbled forward to help his older brother, but a warning growl from Techno stopped him in his tracks.

"Stand back, Tommy. This doesn't concern you," he warned, gaze once again settling on Wilbur. "The grownups are talking."

"Grownups?! You two are acting like fucking toddlers!" Tommy spat, before he could stop himself. The urge to apologize was as strong as ever, but he pushed it down. After everything, they still treated him like a dumb little kid.

No matter what he did, he would never be their equal. He should know that by now, but it still hurt. He would never be wanted in the way that actually mattered.

Tommy had half the mind to leave right then and there, leave the two to wallow in their self-pity and have Phil come home to find one son having slain the other. Watch his whole family's life fall into pieces just as his brothers would do to him.

But unfortunately, he wasn't his brothers. No matter how hard he tried or how much he wanted to, he would never be them. So, he curled his shaking hands into fist and raised his chin in defiance, hoping he looked more confident than he felt.

"You two-you need to stop whatever the hell this is! Let it go, it's just so-so stupid! We're supposed to be happy now. We're supposed to be a... family," he trailed off after that, blinking back tears that burned at the edges of his eyes.

Wilbur lowered his sword slightly, and Techno regarded him for a moment, seeming to mull something over, also lowering his sword. Tommy let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding, the tension seeping from shoulders. Maybe they would FINALLY listen to him. They could go home, talk it over, apologize, and-

"Pretty words, Theseus, but unfortunately I was never fond of this little found family dynamic you made up." With one quick motion, Techno hit Wilbur's wrist with the hilt of his sword, making him drop it in surprise and stumble backwards to the ground.

He looked with eyes wide in realization as Techno raised his sword above his head. The hunter had cornered his prey and was ready to deliver the killing blow. "Now I won't have to keep up the pretense anymore."

Time seemed to come to a stop as the sword began to fall, and before he could even think, Tommy felt himself push forward. At that moment nothing mattered more than getting to Wilbur.

Because no matter what, that was his big brother, and despite what Techno said, he knew he cared for Wilbur as well. Once the bloodlust had faded, it would be unbearable for him.

Techno didn't deserve to have his brother's blood on his hands, no matter how sour and broken their feelings towards each other were.

But Tommy, Tommy was expendable. It wouldn't matter if it was him; Techno had already tried to kill him before, he would be doing them a favor. And maybe they would be upset for a while, but they would get over it quickly.

They could be happy. With Tommy gone it would finally be perfect. Because they all knew he was the loose thread, the one that didn't belong, that did nothing but cause problems and grief for his family. Well, they weren't his family anymore, maybe they never were, but the sentiment was the same.

He blinked slowly, looking down in sick fascination at the sword now impaled through his stomach, red starting to seep through his white shirt. His eyes met Wilbur's, who stared back with a horrified expression.

That really confused Tommy. Wilbur wasn't supposed to look so scared. Not for him, never for him. A noise, something between a whine and a sob sounded behind him, and he was vaguely aware of the sound of metal hitting the ground as he slumped forward into Wilbur's arms.

He whined in pain, his whole body alight in agony, and grabbed at Wilbur's coat to find some semblance of comfort.

Wilbur gently pried his hands away, and shrugged off his coat, pressing it to the wound. Tommy whined, immediately trying to squirm away from the pain, but Wilbur only shushed him, holding it in place. "It's okay, you’ll be okay. oh Tommy. What were you thinking?!"

Tommy just shook his head, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. He was confused, Wilbur wasn't supposed to sound so sad, he was supposed to be thanking Tommy for finally doing the right thing. Maybe he just didn't understand yet.

"It was-Techno would be sad if he hurt you. It doesn't matter if it's me, you'll-you two can still be happy together." Tears slipped down his cheeks, but he wasn't quite sure why he was crying. He did the right thing, so why did it feel so wrong. "I'm sorry."

A calloused palm cradled his face and his eyes fluttered open to once again look at Wilbur, his face ridden with guilt.

“God-we could never want you dead, Tommy. You're the only thing holding this fucked up family together. Fuck Tommy, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry we made you feel like that. We need you, okay. We'll-We'll go home, and I can sing for you, and then we'll play card games and Techno can read to you like he used to do " Wilbur pressed his lips against Tommy's forehead, tears wetting his curls.

"My sunshine, my darling baby brother. You'll be okay, I promise. You'll be okay, you have to be okay!" There was an edge of hysteria to Wilbur's voice now, almost as if he believed it enough, it would be true.

They both knew that wasn't going to happen. The only thing Wilbur would be carrying home was a body.

Someone knelt beside him, a clawed hand brushing through his hair gently. "Tommy, little brother. Don't EVER forgive me for this." Tommy almost smiled at that. It was nice in a way, that they were pretending to care.

He knew the tears were fake and the words meaningless, but he could almost believe they were real. He nuzzled into Wilbur's hand, the pain finally fading away. He remembered hearing that wasn't good, but he also knew he fine with it. Everything would be okay. They would move on.

Because in the end, that's all he really wanted wasn't it? For his loved ones to be happy. And the only way that could happen was if he was gone for good.

"I'm sorry I was so unlovable."

Techno's hand stilled, and a wounded noise came from him. For some reason that sent Wilbur into a panic, pupils blown and breath coming in sharp gasps as he held Tommy even tighter to him, basically clawing at him to try to get him as close as possible.

"No, no, no, we love you, sunshine. We both love you so, so much. I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you," Wilbur mumbled into his hair, rocking him back and forth like he used to do when he woke up from a nightmare as a child. "My precious one. I'm here now. Your big brother is here, and he's not leaving ever again. And he loves you so, so much."

Something broke inside Tommy at that, at how fucked up it was that he had to be dying for his brothers to say three basic words of affection. To finally act like they cared. That he had to die for them to notice how much he was hurting. But it didn't matter now, did it?

He was tired of it, tired of trying, tired of caring tired of loving. He just wanted to go to sleep, wake up and find this was all just a bad dream. That he'll be five again when everything was still perfect. He wanted his happy ending.

A soft chuff, fingers gently closing his eyes. "Sleep, Theseus. We'll be here when you wake up."

Tommy hummed, snuggling deeper into Wilbur's chest. Sleep that sounded nice. He deserved it, didn't he? At least he was able to stop his brothers, give them both their own happy endings.

Maybe, maybe if he had heard the agonized scream or the soft pleas he would have thought differently.

He’ll never know, now will he?

[erissdoesart]

Just started rereading No Venom and Gotdamn. I forgot how negative Techno was about Wilbur in this. Wtf did the Duke do to make techno hate him so much? Motherfucker could literally be crying over a grave and he would still be like “what sort of scheme is this wily serpent up to?”

It's so cool to hear people are rereading my work!

Techno's negativity is tied to a few levels of why Soot was universally hated to be honest.

First off, Lmanburg and Lmanbergians are infamous for their sly tongues and chronic inability to say truth. Techno is one of the people who does not enjoy politics and the thought of dealing with the King of Lies just makes his head hurt.

Soot was also very infamous as Silver Tongue specifically because of his ducal position. In Lmanburg, the power lies in ducal households, since there is no king there. The Soot House deals with the international politics and inner social working of Lmanburg.

Soot was responsible for taking up political guests of other countries, as well as overseeing foreign diplomats. Everyone who dealt with Soot agreed that the bastard was good at his job and whoever spoke with him, usually came out of the conversation with far less than the duke.

Techno and Phil also had multiple people look into the Soot before the man was supposed to be taken to AE. Most of the reports relied that people feared him and that he had a personal lab and drug line, that he profited from. Techno does not trust that and fears that "Soot" is going to use that background to ultimately swindle them into something.

And lastly, hybrid status. Snakes are just not trusted, especially venomous ones, which Soots were known to be. A bit of prejudice

And Techno, as piglin brute hybrid is highly protective of what he considers his. So he wants to protect his family, his home and his country- and Soot pinged as a danger to all of those in some capacity haha

Now it is Ash in the fic but in the "og" novel Soot did also aggravate Technoblade a lot, which was done on purpose. He knew the prince didn't like him and played his worst behaviour up- bit why, its going to be revealed in the fic 😉

Hope that clears it!

[fallenaegis]

Old oc reborn?? Introducing my anarchist oc who used to be a unicorn but was recently changed to piglin for lore (not beating the technoblade copy allegations I know) this is Vela, an ex piglin brute with a distaste for tyranny and a love for animals.

[feeshybeach]

I've been brainrotting a rarepair/crackship the past couple of days. I fear it's terminal.. I can not get Scott Smajor/Technoblade out of my HEAD!! Despite this, I still can not think of a ship name for them. The funniest one I can think of is Majorblade. Thus, that's the one I'm going with.

Some highlights of what I've been thinking under the cut o7

Please ignore spelling errors. My phone is mean, and my eyesight is bad. 3:

First and foremost, thank u for looking at my autism fueled insanity! This is yours now.

Scott and Techno have a pretty strong dymanic going for them. When you first see them together, you'd, probably, think the far larger piglin brute would be the most bloodthirsty of the two. While correct (blood for the blood god and all that), it's Scott, who's the most vicious during battle. It does not matter if the battle in question is one fought by words or swords - Scott will try to come out on top. Unless, of course, it's one of his friends, then Techno would likely have to step in so Scott doesn't do his classic move of suicide.

When the two of them train together, it is insanely gay. Sure, it's artful, and it's like a classical oil painting from one of the great masters unfolding in real time. But I can not stress enough how homoerotic it is. There is strong queer tension between the two of them. This is an undeniable fact, and i refuse to accept criticism otherwise.

I think a pretty well accepted headcanon is that Scott Is Magical. In my daydreams of gay block men, I expand upon this. To me, It is a love language of Scott to use his abilities on you / for you. Magic takes a lot! It takes a lot of time, will, commitment, energy, and all that good shit. Most importantly, it takes a lot out of the caster - large bouts of magic inturn makes the user temporarily weaker. To willingly put yourself at a disadvantage in a universe where Things Try To Kill You, Often is a level of trust and love that is hard to properly put into words.

Despite this, Scott takes the time to painstakingly add enchantments to Technos items. There is, of course, enchanting tables and books, and then there is a master of their craft. It is like comparing a microwave meal of Mac and Cheese to a homemade five cheese Mac and cheese that's baked in the oven with bread crumbs on top. They're both Mac and cheese but ones definitely fuckin better.

I feel like Scott would intentionally add extra protection to Techno's fighting gear - add enchantments that enhance Techno's strengths while also trying to cover his weaknesses. For example, if Techno often leaves his sides unprotected during a rampage, Scott adds extra protection in those spots, so Techno is overall better protected.

For context, I'm a Bedrock Minecraft player. My piglin knowledge comes from primarily Bedrock. Okay? Okay.

Everyone knows that Piglins adore gold. They snort, chuff, wag their ears, and rush after gold once it's dropped. I like to imagine that it's very much a love language for piglins and piglin hybrids to exchange or generally gift gold to those they love and care for. Basically - Scott has an overwhelming amount of gold jewelry and items from Techno. He cherishes them all, recognizing it for what it is.

I have a personal headcanon that giving a piglin or a piglin hybrid a block of pure, overworld, gold is the same as a marriage proposal. I think it's really funny to imagine Techno giving Scott one of these blocks and Scott to be like. "Ah yes, this is a big gold thing. Thank you!" And Techno being like "??? :( babe...." The same could apply to Scott's habit of giving lovers Poppies. Scott giving Techno, not just one, but an entire stack of poppies only for Techno to say thanks. It leads to another moment of "??? :( babe...."

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hullooo. Trying to get this in while I'm fronting. I'm a fictive based on c!Technoblade from DSMP. I'm thinkin about some new names and pronouns. Any ideas? I already use he/him and blade/bladeself. I heavily kin boars, piglin brutes, and the like. I prefer masc/neutral names and pronouns, but it's more important than they sound elegant and powerful.

Either way, thanks! Have a good one!

Hi, this was a throwback for me lol, hope these help!

Names

Dagger

Axel

Aries

Alastor

Damien

Pronouns

tusk/tusk's/tuskself

blood/blood's/bloodself

brute/brute's/bruteself

gold/gold's/goldself

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The Cold Comforts of The Blade

Chapter 6: Technoblade?

Y/N is left with nothing but her thoughts, what was the clanging downstairs? Will Techno finally left her out or will she stay locked away in this room to slowly loose her grip.

Something fell, Techno has to be home, she breathes a little heavier, relief filling her chest and pressing herself to the door she tries desperately to listen for his snorts, his grunts, hoofsteps, anything. But its still... quiet.

Slamming her fist against the door in a pathetic attempt to get Technos attention. "Techno.. please just something to eat if I can't come out." Nothing, like all the times before, nothing, no reply or response.

Until, a soft jiggle of the doorknob. Her heart is pounding in her ears as she takes a step back. Her breath quickening, the jingle of keys.

Click.

The doors unlocked and Y/N looks as if she could rush towards the door and raid the kitchen, but she keeps her feet planted as she watches slowly as it opens up. Yet on the other side of the door it does not open to Technoblade. It was the avian. Philza if Y/N remembers correctly. Due to her surprise of not seeing the 7 foot piglin, her mouth slightly agape she is frozen.

Philza cocks his head to the side, his wings rustling, before a grin slowly works its way onto his face, he strides forward, closing the door behind him and expanding his wings to cover it. "Tech told me his little pet would be up here but I didn't expect you to look so pale already. Not much sun, dove?" The petname rolling off his tongue, almost well practiced. Thinking on it, Y/N did tell him her name, and she guesses he just didn't want to use it. He beckons Y/N forward, curling his index finger towards himself.

Swallowing down the uneasy feeling in her stomach, Y/N walks forward, "No.. not much sun, I haven't seen or been outside the room in three days at least." She looks down and sees he has a rope, and wettening her lips she meets his perverse gaze and widens her eyes. "Will.. will you be taking downstairs to eat?"

Philza looks like he is choking back a laugh, bringing the back of his hand against her cheek, inhaling deeply, almost as if the very action itself was sensual enough. Y/N freezes under the touch, his talons so close to her face she can see just how sharp they are. Taking his hand back, he inhales her scent off his hand and deliriously stares back down at her. "Yes dove, while Techno has been out on a hunt for a couple days he sent me a raven to come check on his pet." He licks his lips and gestures for her to raise her arms, doing so he tightly ties the rope to her waist and yanks her forward.

"You will be good... I would hate to have to return you to Tech as 'damaged goods'. Oh but I am sure he would understand.. you wouldn't tell on me. Right?" the look Philza shoots her says to not even try to tell Techno about his flirting and she nods her head quickly, the sweat from the stress already forming on her forehead. "I understand." Is all she managed to get out before he pulls her again and begins walking her downstairs.

The fresh air, the more open space was all she had craved those couple of days she was stuck solely in the room. "You know little songbird, if you don't want to be stuck in that room. I'd keep the brute happy and do whatever he pleases." Getting downstairs Y/N sees a bowl of what looks like oatmeal and it looks like the best thing even. Feeling the rope being tied to the table, she looks up, "Thank you for the warning, I didn't mean to upset him. And thank you for the food."

As she eats, Phil watches her carefully, his eyes sharpening and a deeper look on his face as she opens her mouth, "You don't need to mention it dove," his hand reaches out and strokes her hair, in an almost comforting manner, fatherly. The stark contrast of the gesture has Y/N pause in her tracks and enjoy the gentle touch, even if he had been flirting with her up until this point.

"I will be taking you on a walk after you finish eating. The animals and garden need tending to, and I don't feel like doing it alone." Philza retracts his hand and exhales deeply, looking away. Feeling the moment end Y/N hums in agreement and goes back to eating.

The room fell silent, the only thing is the clinking of Y/Ns spoon against the silver bowl, Phil was stealing looks at her while she ate letting out a small "tsk" before she finally finished. He got up and took her bowl to the kitchen just leaving it in the sink.

When he returned, he chitters slightly, almost like a bird coo, Y/N let off a small smile at the noise, it reminding her of the birds she had heard while traveling out of the DSMP. She stood silently and Philza crouched down and untied her. Looking back and giving her a nod of his head and begins to walk with her following behind.

Y/N follows, realizing he is a lot more... gentle? Flirty but gentle with her. Walking behind him they get to just the door before Phil turns around, "Do you have a coat still, or did he take it?" The question is soft and patient, "It.. its in the room, I didn't think to grab it because I didn't know I'd be going outside." Phil ruffles his feather and loosely ties her to the doorknob. "Stay still, you cannot out run me or out fly me." He gestures behind her, loosely, making fun of her lack of wings with a wink. In a moment his wings are unfurled and he flies to the second story and opens the room.

Y/N was starstruck by his beautiful wings, she understood that this would be only a moment to get punished, as well she didn't know her surroundings outside the cabin. Philza and Techno would find her in a heartbeat. Lost in her thoughts Philza is back down with her shoes and cloak. Dropping her shoes to the floor and gently places her cloak over her shoulders, running his hands along her neck, under her hair and lifting it over the cloak. And finally clasping the middle of it together.

Philza leaned in closer, looming over her stunned expression and chitters again down at her. "Get your shoes on dove. We don't have all day." He attempts to sound more stern, but there's a falter to it. Nodding her head and slipping her boots on before tying them tight, she feels a very gentle tug on her rope and it is Phil looking to get her attention. "Ready songbird?" he had a mischievous smile play across his face and Y/N hummed to answer him.

The door finally opened, the lantern path was not lit, the snow looked freshly fallen. The crisp air surrounding her face nothing like when she would feel it kiss her skin from her window. Her eyes close and feel the air dance across her skin. Phil stays still, letting her take her time before giving the rope another gentle tug. The world feels like it stops as she steps out of the cabin finally, the snow crunching underneath her boots.

Y/N makes a mental note to take her time observing the forest around her, she knows she doesn't want to stay here forever, but just for this moment, right now she will be at peace with the blissful white around her.