#technoblade angst

[csealia]

God of War and Blood 🐷💕

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[squishycheekanon]

I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?

Now this inspired me.

Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. 

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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

“Yes.”

[nomsfaultau]

Techno has the right to remain silent. Anyway chapter 9 of Mandatory Family Reunion is getting close to done.

[dreamcatcherrs]

all too well; c!technoblade x reader

!PLEASE READ!

this is an incomplete story I started on last year, and I never managed to finish it and probably won’t as I find it hard to write for techno anymore. but I figured I wouldn’t let the stuff I wrote go completely to waste, so here you go :)

+ based on taylor swift’s “all too well” ten minute ver. but techno actually has a reason to be an asshole unlike jake :)

++ if you know the song, you already know it’s gonna be an angsty and fluffy mess

stepping through the door to his cabin you let out a sigh at the feeling of the sweet warmth of his home surrounding you, quickly closing the door behind you to prevent the cold air from crawling up your neck. the cold from the snowy biome he chose to live in was no joke.

a pair of arms snaked around you from behind, cold lips placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you giggled.

"mmm, I’m thinking rabbit stew for dinner tonight, whaddya say?" you turned around to face him, swinging your arms over his shoulders with a smile on your face.

"that sounds wonderful." your lips met his, cold and a bit chapped, but soft nonetheless, pulling away shortly after. he pressed his lips into a thin line, blood flowing to his cheeks as the voices went crazy for you in his head. luckily, for him, you couldn’t hear them, or else he’d probably die. he shedded himself from his cape, your eyes lingering on him as he did so, admiring his effortless charm, wondering how you could ever be this lucky.

once shaking yourself out of your daze you reached for the red scarf around your neck, unwrapping it and letting it hang from the railing attached to the stairs along with your thick and wooly coat that protected your body from the icy air outside.

walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 

you didn’t notice.

you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.

“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.

you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.

“alright, let’s go.”

you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.

techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.

“techno!”

with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.

you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.

distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.

but your horse did.

kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.

your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.

suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.

“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.

“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.

“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”

your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?

he swallowed.

“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”

you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.

victory.

he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”

“no!”

“ah! this is you?”

you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.

it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.

it was… so precious.

“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”

you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.

“they hate me.”

your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?

“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“

“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”

your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.

techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-

he sobbed.

head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.

you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.

“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”

he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”

“all of it.”

they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.

techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.

do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.

techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.

he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.

“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.

“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.

“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“

“please just get away from me, y/n…”

you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.

ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.

you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.

“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…

you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.

“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“

you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”

he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.

and neither did techno.

he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.

he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.

techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.

he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.

you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”

turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.

you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.

“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”

your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.

“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.

he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.

your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.

you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.

phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.

“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.

you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.

you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.

he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”

and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.

and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.

he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 

[nerdysleepybunny]

Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): C!Technoblade

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mention of death

Style: Hcs

Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.

You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.

You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.

“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.

“I’m dying very soon.”

“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.

“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.

You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.

“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.

“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.

“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

“I’d love that.”

You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.

You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.

You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”

You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.

He was gone.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33

[blackout174]

Disregard (part two)

Technoblade x Reader

Can be inferred as platonic or romantic

Tw: Arguing, Chase, Kidnapping, Dick kicking but he deserves it, Swearing.

Part 1

You hadn't talked with Techno for weeks.

Ignoring the buzz of your communicator, the letters that had been sent by crow, hell, even when Techno had apparently gotten Niki to come bang on your door, only to be met with a 'fuck off'.

You were just so god damn angry.

I mean, how could you not be? He never listened, and you clench your fist at all the times you'd have to talk to the others around and convince them not to go and try again to put his head on a stick. And when he commits more warcrimes it's even harder.

"Y/n? Hey it's Big Q, I wanna talk to ya."

You shoot up at the sound and the nickname. You knew to be wary of Quackity.

But he knew that after Techno threatened to take his other eye he'd...

Huh.

You had forgotten about that.

You sighed and after grabbing an axe, warily made your way to the door and cracked it open a smidge.

He leans to look at you and gives a smile.

You don't smile back.

"... What do you want, Quackity?"

He sighs and then oddly enough... chuckles.

You feel your hairs sick on end and you grip your axe harder.

"What's so funny? If you just came here to laugh at me then you can go fuck yourse-"

You cut off by a green hand yanking the door open and you feel a hard kick to your stomach.

You roll and regain your bearings quickly, just in time to fucking move.

You doge Sam and bring your axe down on this shoulder.

You see sparks and hear a hiss as you throw yourself up your stairs and towards your communicator, with Sam and Quackity right on your heels.

You clicked on Technoblades icon just as Sam made it up the stairs.

You have 23 new messages!

You roll out of the way and jump the railing back onto the stairs and you curse as you feel your ankle bend in ways it shouldn't.

You select 'New Compose'.

Y/n: trap, quackery and san dont liztem sj had hgyrsxiggd

You feel Sam jump on your back and you manage to click 'send' on your comm before you turn and flail.

He drags you up with your arms behind your back and in a last attempt to flee you raise your leg up-

-and kick him in the dick.

You feel the hold on your arms go slack as Sam yells out a 'FUCK' and you grab your comm and dip, Quackity right on your heels.

You run through the trees, a birch forest as you look at your comm once more.

You have 3 new messages!

TB: What? Whats happening?

TB: Y/n?

TB: Hang in there, Phil and I are coming.

You realize with your bad ankle that you'll never outrun Quackity.

Fuck.

Shitshitshit.

Wow.

You look at your comm once more and decide to send one more message.

Might be your last.

....

Technoblade wouldn't see that message till he got to your house with Phil.

He would shout your name and feel a sense of dread as he gets no answer back.

He looks about your house and sees things knocked down and broken, and he can just about smell Sam and Quackity it here.

He feels anger.

The voices swarm with cries of vengeance.

Find her

Gouge out his eyes

Blood for the Blood God

He finds a note with a poker chick sitting on it, and he just about snaps the chip in half.

'Meet at Pandora's Vault.'

:]

He finally, finally, checks his comm and he feels his heart drop.

You have 1 new message.

His grip tightens as he vows to get you back.

Y/n: Sorry.

-----------------------------------

I lied.

No fluff, only cry.

[chartreuseorigami-fandoms]

On every person’s eighteenth birthday they are given a choice: to remember or to forget.

Techno doesn’t want to forget.

Techno doesn’t want to forget, but he knows what Wilbur is going to choose. Techno doesn’t want to forget, but he also doesn’t want to remember a world that Wilbur doesn’t.

——

“You’re going to forget, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. Technoblade froze, not knowing what to say, though it appeared his silence was answer enough.

“You’re worse than Wilbur,” Tommy whispered.

Technoblade turned around, forcing himself to face his brother who stood, arms crossed, in the doorway. He was a coward, he knew, for hoping that this conversation wasn’t going to happen. It was, though, and he needed to say something, he needed to make his brother understand. “Tommy—“

“No!” Tommy interrupted, sharp and rough. He could now see the tears falling down his face. “Don’t you dare deny it. Because at least—at least Wilbur doesn’t pretend like he might stay, at least he doesn’t make me think that I might be enough.” The words came out through a choked sob and Techno felt all the air leave his lungs. He opened his mouth to speak, to say something in response and wipe that awful look of devastation from his baby brother’s face, but Tommy cut him off. “And don’t say that I am because if I was then you wouldn’t be leaving. If I was then you wouldn’t be giving me up for someone who doesn’t even want you.”

And the thing was, Techno didn’t even flinch. He should have; the words should have felt like slaps to the face and they did in a sense—but who was he to flinch when the pain was already omnipresent? Because even if Tommy’s words rang true, he already knew. He knew that Wilbur didn’t want him, he knew that he was clinging onto a past that was already gone, and yet he couldn’t let go. It was pathetic. It wasn’t like he was ignorant to this fact or unwilling to see it, it was just that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much Wilbur wanted to leave him behind because he would still, in all of his naivety, follow a step behind.

[vala-dreams]

Treasuring Voices

There were voices in his head.

He doesn't know where they came from, or who they were. All he knew was that they were there from the beginning.

(The beginning of what? Him, perhaps? When was this beginning? He couldn't tell you)

They were fewer back then. Back when his name wasn't known to all, before the blood God, before the king of Minecraft, before everything. Back then, they'd come and go as they pleased, never really staying.

(And it hurt when they didn't. When they left. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know why he cares.)

But that doesn't last very long. He trains and trains and trains, he works hard, ignoring his sweat and harsh breaths of exhaustion. He hones his skills, his mind, and he wields them like the realm's deadliest sword.

(And it pays off. The voices stay longer and newer voices pop in everyday. They grow louder and louder by the day as as more voices join the chaotic symphony. His symphony.)

All know him as Technoblade now. The Blood God. The Slayer of many. Awed looks and whispers follow him now. They look at him and see a God. Someone indestructible. He sees the fear in their eyes. He couldn't be more pleased.

(He finds out he could when the voices begin creating for him. He doesn't know how, but he sees their creations—their paintings, chronicles, books, stories, masterful works of art made just for him. He treasures it all.)

He has never felt more alive. He soars like a hawk over battlefields, striking down like he had never known mercy, revelling in death as it spills by his hand like hot blood.He was on top of the world Truly, he was invincible. After all, Technoblade never dies.

(The voices screeched, they begged for blood. "Blood for the blood God", they screamed in harmony. And he loved them too much to deny them.)

He was invincible. But not for long. He senses this long before the voices do, this sick rot inside him, a wound left untreated, raw and festering. He cannot save himself, this he knows. He must accept his fate and go with grace.

(The voices do not take it well. They wail and screech, they beg him to stay, to not go. But they know it's all in vain. What must happen will happen, and in no way can they cheat death herself)

He knows when his time comes. He senses death. Hears his mother's footsteps, the rustling of her many skirts, feels the familiar cold chill as she slowly walks to his bedside.

(They weep. Soft wails echo through his head as more and more creations are pushed into his mind. Lullabies, messages of goodbyes, artworks, masterful works of art made just for him. He treasures them all.)

Yes I'm still crying over him

-Vala

[neonisradioactive]

inktober day 18: scrape! i always love some “techno is a child forced to fight” angst, it just feeds my soul <3

[victoria1676]

Preview of a tribute -w-

Honestly i have mixed feelings of making this but hopefully this makes everyone enjoy it despite its not good but yeah here’s a bit a of a preview of the one-shot and this one is reader’s pov

I have so many regrets.

Why?

Usually, I have been told that I am usually the chaotic calm sister or player to everyone.

It does sound right since I am mostly very calm until you get the taste of my chaotic personality and my thirst for blood yet there are times I catch people off guard when I start acting like a big sister.

However, I failed many times to be a sister figure to everyone.

Why?

“STOP WORRYING ABOUT US WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT L’MANBURG?! WHY DID YOU EVEN AGREE TO JOIN WHEN YOU COULD STAY IN THAT SERVER OF PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT YOU TO BUILD SHIT!!” Wilbur exclaimed angrily but you also see how tired he is.

I failed to understand my twin brother Wilbur and lost him after he forced dad to kill him.

"STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD WHEN I DON'T NEED TO BE PAMPERED NOT WHEN YOU WEREN'T THERE TO STOP ME FROM BEING EXILE ESPECIALLY I NEEDED YOU TO HELP ME BUT YOU WEREN'T" Tommy glared at you who looked shocked, "YOU ALWAYS GO TO TECHNO! SO WHY DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! AT LEAST DREAM WAS THERE FOR ME!"

I wasn't there to stop Tommy from being exiled by Tubbo and Dream. My little brother looked at me with hatred just like how Wilbur looked at me back in Pogtopia.

If…I didn't accept joining Hermitcraft and actually joined the day before L'manburg came in the Dream SMP, would I still be a good sister to my brothers?

Would I still understand Wilbur's pain and why he loved L'manburg so much that he wouldn't say that he didn't need me and only wanted Techno?

Would I still convince Tubbo not to listen to Dream's manipulation and try to stop them by not exiling my brother as I try to vouch and give evidence that my brother is innocent of burning down George's hobbit home?

Would I…Still, have my brothers again?..

"They will be fine since you know those boys can take care of them" Philza patted your head, "They are not children anymore so…Don't keep worrying for them always okay?"

Back then I sometimes thought that dad doesn't show that he cares for my two brothers or rather he always knew or trusted that the boys can handle themselves without him and he wanted me to at least trust my brothers that they can be okay without me.

So I trusted him.

Yet it still made Wilbur and Tommy angry at me.

It hurts to see them angry at me but then again…

It's also my fault, right?

—---------------------------—---------------------------

I can’t show much so have this preview :3

[lilyminer]

Me looking for emerald duo angst concepts be like:

Oh this thing must have been horribly traumatic for c!Techno! Never mind he never brings that up again. Ooo maybe he secretly felt angry at Phil about this! . . . No I don’t think c!Techno is capable of being upset with c!Phil under any circumstances. Maybe this thing? Nope he went about that like it’s a normal everyday morning.

I absolutely love his character but for how much he’s been through he really doesn’t seem too phased by it. . . . . Welp guess it’s back to good ol faithful! Dealing with his problems of being used and treated like a tool by those around him! We know that upsets him! Doomsday made that very clear.

[b3-with-you]

a mission he was doomed to complete

techno blurb.

Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies, murder, blood

masterlist.

“Let us never speak of this again,” Techno grumbled, sword in hand. Turning his back, he walked away from the cluster of dirty corpses that surrounded him, his once bright red cape muddled by the dust and ash.

Men, women, children. Thrown around like ragdolls. Some were peaceful looking, a state of calmness written on their faces as if they were relieved by their deaths. Relieved that they didn’t have to face the suffering in the world. The suffering that he had brought onto them. But others, others had faces etched with fear and horror, their last sight an angry pig man with bloodshot eyes rampaging towards them, a bloody sword in his hands.

A litter of bodies. Burned down buildings. Fiery crops. It was destruction. Technoblade was destruction. Utter chaos, utter disharmony. And the worst part, he didn’t even care. Not anymore. After hundreds of thousands of years of fighting battles and winning wars, Technoblade was immune. Immune from the death, the violence, the endless barbarity. He no longer cowered in the presence of monsters (he was one after all), nor did he hesitate in the face of worn down children. Too young, too innocent.

An immortal. That’s what he was. An undying being who, for as long as he could remember, only knew violence. Only knew blood. He was familiar with blood. The metallic scent, the thick red substance. He could smell blood from a mile away. Track it. Spill it.

Blood for the Blood God. That’s what they would say. He could never get rid of them. The voices. The voices who would praise him if he completed a simple kind task like helping a piglet find its way home were the same who urged him to exterminate a whole family. A whole village. A whole kingdom.

Technoblade was tired. He no longer knew what peace was. Happiness. It was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. All he knew was destruction.

And mourning.

And death.

So, no. He didn’t want to remember the horror on their faces or the way their bodies would slump as he put a sword through their chests. He didn’t want this life. But how could he escape it? How could he escape it when it was all he knew?

“You didn’t have to do that,” Phil said, his voice stoic, “you didn’t have to kill them all.”

The pig man stopped in his tracks, a small glint of shame shining in his eyes, but quickly disappeared just as fast as it had appeared. Grimly, he glanced at the Phil from his peripheral vision.

“No witnesses, that’s what we agreed on.”

“They were just kids.” Phil’s eyes trembled, his body frozen as he took in the sight before him.

“They were witnesses,” Techno emphasized, turning away from the blonde man and continuing on to his next mission. A mission that he was doomed to complete.

[squishycheekanon]

Technoblade x reader set after Tommy escapes exile.

Dreamsmp reality

Warnings: slight NSFW hints at the end, violence, murder references.

“Tommy lunch is ready!” You yelled from the doors of your cabin like cottage, your beautiful home that you share with your gorgeous husband and now your nephew in law.

Life had been too cruel to the boy and regardless of your safety you wouldn’t stand by and let him get hurt again. Dream be damned. Though Techno didn’t quite see it that way, he was on the look out every day pacing in front of the windows.

Today was actually the first day in a while that he had left you two alone to go to the place where Tommy was exiled.

With a loaf of bread just cooked, the smell wafting through the air you called on your nephew to come and eat. Tommy who was outside at the time rushed back in ready for the bread he’d been pestering you for all morning.

“Finally!” He grins cheekily grabbing a piece with already spread butter on it, the one you had on your plate, shoving it in his gob before munching away. You stare at him with unamused eyes but when he give you a big smile his mouth full you break smiling along with him.

“Sweetheart!” Techno’s voice pulls you from the sweet moment with Tommy, it’s full of panic and it instantly puts you on edge. He comes through the open door into the kitchen panting, his glaring eyes set on the child in the room.

“Techno.” You warn when he takes a threatening step towards the blonde a murderous look in his eyes. Your hand wraps around his arm pulling him to look at you. “What is it?” You ask putting a gentle spin on your voice to calm the beast.

“Dreams coming here, he just sent a homing pigeon. He wants to have a chat.” He growls his head snapping to Tommy, his anger pulsing from his hot blooded figure.

Tommy gulps at the news, “but I’m at your house!” He starts to panic but the statement sets your Piglin hybrid alight with a ear shattering roar, the hilt of his axe pressing the teenager against the wall.

“Techno!” Both of your hands are wrapped around his large arm trying to use your strength to pull him away as Tommy slowly chokes.

“So is she.” Techno snarls leaning in until Tommy’s bottom lip is quivering, “If he finds her-“ he inhales deeply the voices encouraging him with murderous thoughts.

“Techno! Dream is on his way here! This is wasting time, now let him go!” You grab his jaw moving it so his eyes find your pleading ones. “Let him go.” And he does.

The axe of peace dropping to the ground, such a name for a weapon that has caused so much pain. He pulls you into his chest breathing heavily through his nose, arms cradling you. “I can’t-“ he looses his words the thought of loosing you constricting his air ways.

“I know.” You pull back sliding your fingers through his hair, “you won’t. You promised me.” You smile softly kissing him with such sincerity he can’t do anything but believe you.

“You know where to hide.” He whispers against your lips and you nod turning to see Tommy already in his coat. You blink and warm large hands are sheathing red around your shoulders. You pull the material of Techno’s cloak over you, one last kiss and you’re dragging Tommy to the wall.

One hundred and seventy eight steps from the house to the right behind the bush you find a button. Tommy gapes at the wall that comes down before his eyes, fear glazes them over and you can almost see the flashbacks spinning in his mind.

You have to drag him inside before pushing another button that puts the wall back up again. “Now we wait.” You breath trying to be positive that Techno won’t give Tommy up to that green monster.

-

“Why do you love him?” It’s been about ten minutes since the wall closed the two of you in the wither dungeon as you call it.

“I think that’s an awfully big question for right now.” You smile slightly chuckling at your nephew. He nods biting the inside of his cheek, and you sigh. “Sometimes love just finds you, when you least expect it to. It sneaks up on you and something you never thought would mean anything, suddenly means everything.”

He nods but you can tell he doesn’t quite understand it yet. You hope he does one day.

“I hope he’s okay.” You let out a shuddering breath.

“Techno? You know the guy’s a blood god right? And he’s been in how many wars?” Tommy scoffs and you can see he’s also trying to be positive. Trying to believe in someone after experiencing so much betrayal.

“Yeah I’m sure he’s fine.” You both fall silent after that. Another slow five minutes passing by when the wall starts to come down, who you find behind it isn’t who you thought would be there. Instantly you begin to worry.

“Ghostbur.” You frown standing up from where you were sat, Tommy following suit. “What are you doing here?” You ask softly.

“Techno is inside.” That’s all he says before he walks away.

“Stay here.” You say to Tommy pressing the button behind the bush watching to make sure the wall goes back up before heading back to the house. You burst through the door and regret instantly settles into your bones. You see it on his face too, it’s painful to witness and it. Mmm makes you want to cry.

“Who’s this?” The voice is deep but nothing like Techno’s, it’s taunting and almost pleased. It makes you feel sick. The permanent porcelain smile has your stomach churning.

“Nobody.” Techno grits out and you know he’s going to give you the punishment of a lifetime later.

“Oh?” You can hear the grin in the green devil’s voice, he turns to eye the way Techno’s hands clench together. “I think it’s somebody.” He laughs turning to you. “Name?” He tilts his head mimicking a puppy and Techno wishes he could put as much distance between you and dream as possible.

“As if it’s any of your concern.” You scoff. Techno can’t help but smile at your sassy response. You were always a sassy thing, one of the many things he loves about you.

“You see my dear it is my concern. You a citizen in my lands-“

“You’re lands? Last time I checked Technoblade owned these lands.” You raise an eyebrow, arms folded, one hip out. Techno is eating up the sight of you like this watching with pride circling in his eyes. Dream pauses his eyes racking over you and Techno has to stop himself from gouging his eyes out.

“Well,” Dream starts, “If you find him. You let me know.” He walks towards you and Techno steps toward. Dream staring down at you when he says “because remember, you owe me.” You move away from the green man trying to not let your legs shake as you head upstairs very aware of both sets of eyes burning into the back of your head.

You hear a few murmurs before the door shuts, a couple minutes pass and Techno’s broad chest is pressed against your back. His hands wrapping around your figure in a sensual way, his face pressing against your neck letting him inhale your heavenly sent. He doesn’t like how it’s tainted with worry and anxiety.

Your brute tightens his hold on you, “I will protect you until my dying breath. I did not make that vow unknowingly sweetheart.” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates against your neck.

“I know.” You say your brows furrowing at what he’s getting at.

“I was such a fool for not chaining you to our bed with the door locked.” He chuckles, it’s dark and part of you loves it. A possessive hand wraps around your throat, “I think I should start now.”

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[nomsfaultau]

Chapter 3 of Lighting Lanterns to Bring You Home is up! Wherein Technoblade refuses to be ensnared in Death’s realm, yet finds he does not understand the nature of his many chains. The more he struggles, the tighter the yoke upon his throat, and yet Technoblade refuses to give up, determined to make his way back to Wilbur.

[latenightfireses]

CW: Death

“I found Tommy washed up on the shore this morning.”

It set in slowly, the shock. Techno knew the stages, inside and out, he’d wrenched himself around just as Philza was doing now. To make sense of a situation, sometimes the mind needs to break.

“Technoblade,” Philza breathed. “Could you—could you take the letter?”

“What?”

The letter was thrust into Techno’s hand just as his father’s legs collapsed. Phil grabbed onto his son’s arm and slowed his fall, but Techno just got dragged down with him. The pair collapsed on the flagstones in a pile of red, green, and armor against the muted grey. The cold seeped into Techno’s palm, rising up his arm to fight against the pain in his chest. He held Philza up by the shoulder and waited for him to pass the first wave of rejection, of shock.

(from later in a previously posted and linked fic lol but its major spoilers so i won’t say which)

[theminecraftbee]

today i am thinking about the entire mayor of hypixel skyblock incident with technoblade because i still like to imagine, since it happened during one of the big dsmp story gaps, that he was like "oh i'm going to head off for a bit phil don't worry about it" and phil's like "bye mate" and ranboo is like "i wonder what he's doing. probably intense training or something. he's so cool."

meanwhile techno is yelling at an entirely unruly crowd about anarchy and being made mayor while beating up like, it was a weird giant slime if i remember right? and he has a whole "bond of rivals" moment with squidkid, like, they have this whole "there's no one i could trust to have my back more... than you... my most favored enemy" thing going on in that video it's SO funny.

all of this with the world's most absurd numbers outputs because hypixel skyblock is an endgame mmo. just COMICAL levels of firepower. like, everyone is an end-of-series shonen character. this place is like the naruto world was after it had jumped the shark a bit and there was a moon goddess attacking. about like that.

and then he's like. my work here is done. thanks for electing me mayor. i don't see this is contradictory to my anarchy at all btw it's like, a symbolic thing, on account of me beating up the old dictator mayor. and just dips again, presumably to be forever seen as a weird potato-themed legend around those parts.

i like to imagine he gets home and phil is like "hi mate" and techno's like "sorry i had things to handle at home" and ranboo is imagining like, WILD battles and what technoblade's home must even be like. and whatever he's imagining doesn't really compare to "technoblade's home is an end-game mmo no wonder he constantly assumes he's weak here he can only do earlygame levels of damage, forever".

and technoblade, being technoblade, says nothing about being mayor of hypixel now, until like, after the finale or something when squidkid just sort of swings by to ask how they're all doing after that nuke thing, huh. and everyone loses their shit.

and this is one of my favorite stupid technoblade headcanons thank you for coming to my ted talk.