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petrichormeraki · 2 months
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Losing my mind over Bound SMP. I’m trying to catch up after missing a few episodes but I absolutely love the storytelling.
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arts-and-drafts · 3 years
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Returning to Battle
(an angsty fic I wrote while trying to figure out when exactly Technoblade’s big brother instincts were going to kick in on the smp. Be careful, there is description of battle and serious injuries. Stay safe and enjoy reading! )
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Ash and dust covered the battlefield in a thick fog, obscuring the skies above and the ground below. Technoblade moved through the valley with unearthly dexterity, his blades weaving through the air in a deadly rhythm that pounded in his heart. He was a tempest, cutting straight through those who dared to oppose him and those he stood for.
Philza swooped down from the sky, raining down potions of purple hellfire and poison on the enemies below. He resembled a vengeful creature of the wind, with a wrath for the souls who marched against Technoblade. As the winged man completed another pass he dove past Technoblade, flashing him a wild grin and whooping in excitement. Technoblade returned the smile, feeling even more powerful with Philza watching from above.
Arrows flew through the air with deadly aim, and Techno turned to see Wilbur identifying the fools brave enough to charge and picking them off once by one. His face was a perfect mask of calm concentration, breathing steadily with the release of every arrow. Just like Techno taught him. Their eyes meet across the battlefield and Wilbur gives him a lazy grin and a nod.
Explosions of color and light shook the ground not twenty feet to Techno’s left. A loud cheerful laugh followed by a shock of blond hair shot from the remaining sparks. An edge of luminous diamond flitted through the closest troops before looping around to stand at Technoblade’s side. A boy surrounded by a halo of light.
“Hey Technoblade, missed me?” Tommy held a confident smirk, falling into a perfect fighting stance next to Techno.
He *really* loved his family.
“I thought Phil told you to stay with Wilbur in the tower,” Techno mentioned casually, cutting an arrow out of the sky with ease as Tommy flashed him an irritated look.
“I had that!” Tommy protested with a huff. “Besides, if Philza really wanted me to stay put, he wouldn’t have given me pearls and a sword,” Tommy reasoned, shooting another round of fireworks into the mass.
Techno considered this before shrugging. “Touchè, kid, touchè,” Techno then twirled his sword, feeling the rush of being in battle and the strength of having the people he trusted most behind him mixing and filling him with energy. “Let’s charge these nerds, stick close and give em hell,” Techno grinned at Tommy.
“You sure, big man? Philza did tell us to avoid the groups as he’d be dropping literal Dragon’s Breath on their whole shit,” Tommy asked, trying to gauge if Technoblade had lost himself to the thrill of conflict again.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Phil’s got a sharp eye, we don’t need to concern ourselves with him. And those noobs barely got iron, it’s gonna be free kills. Besides, I’ll be right there, I got you,” Technoblade gently shoved Tommy with his elbow, causing a bright and fond smile to make it’s way onto the young boy’s face.
“Alright then Techno. Blood for the Blood God,” Tommy spoke the war cry carefully, as if saying it to hype himself up. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, centering himself with a shift of his sword.
“Blood for the Blood God,” Techno echoed the chant, feeling the presence of his blood rage beginning to solidify in the edges of his mind. And then the energy crashed through him in the familiar path of a fury flooding his bones. He made eye contact with Tommy.
And they charged into the fray.
It was electrifying. Techno felt the presence of Tommy at his back like a fluid wave of energy, weaving with his own overwhelming path of destruction. Tommy arced like lightning, forcing the enemy to scatter in sheer panic and disarray as Techno swooped in like a shadow of death. Mere minutes passed that felt like seconds and the battlefield was empty, the day was won. The adrenaline faded slowly out of Techno as he breathed to center himself, turning to Tommy with a grin.
“I better be careful or one of these days you might surpass—” Techno turned with a tired half-smile to Tommy who returned it with his own exhausted smirk. And then there was a sword in his chest. Why was there a sword in his chest? Why was Tommy bleeding? Why was Tommy falling?
Techno lunged towards the ground, catching his little brother and cradling him in his arms. Tommy breathed heavily, looking at the sword pierced through him and shaking. His eyes wide with fear and filled with tears.
“Techno, Techno, there’s a sword in me. There’s a sword in me, Techno! I’m bleeding… TECHNO I’M BLEEDING,” sobs tore through Tommy’s small form and something inside Techno breaks. He fumbled for Tommy’s hand, holding tight to ground him.
“Tommy, Tommy look at me, everything’s gonna be okay, I got you, Philza’s on his way. You’re not gonna die, I swear to you, Tommy,” Techno stared into Tommy’s eyes with certainty, squeezing his hands. Phil was coming, right? He had to have seen them, right?
“How could you say that Techno? Why are you trying to kill me? What did I do wrong? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t hurt me, I’ll be better next time,” Tommy sobbed and flinched away, his eyes filling with hurt and betrayal and a deep sadness that stabbed into Techno’s heart. Why was Tommy scared of him? Why was Tommy looking at him like that? Why was Tommy saying these things? Why was Techno’s hand on the sword impaled through Tommy’s chest?
Techno shot up, his heart beating erratically as he threw himself out of his bed. His bed surrounded by the rocky walls that made up the former Pogtopia. What the hell just happened? Where was Tommy? And then the flood of memories raced past each other in his mind, painting an awful picture. Pogtopia, Wilbur, Tommy, the Festival, Tubbo, Schlatt and Wil’s death, Tubbo’s presidency, Dream’s threat to L’manberg, Tommy’s exile. Techno’s stomach twisted in horror. Had… had he really betrayed his brothers? Had he really chosen chaos, anarchy, bloodlust, over his family?
Techno felt fury thunder through him as he realized what he had allowed his brothers to go through. Alone. Techno was up on his feet and packing a bag before his mind even caught up to the motions his body was making. Good. Techno was done with standing idly by while the world crashed down around his family. This time he would help. Really help, not encourage their downspirals. Techno hefted his bag and went to claim a horse. He had a brother who needed him right now. And after that, he had a green bitch to cut down.
Techno rode off into the night, following the pull on his heart guiding him to his destination.
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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Back to platonic murder husbands
What if when Tommy introduced Purpled to Mumza, Tommy’s just like “Okay, don’t freak out, she’s just a goddess of death, we just have to be near death for a quick second,”
So their hearts stop for a bit, and their in the limbo area except it’s like a field or something aesthetic and then Mumza just shows up and Tommy’s about to introduce Purpled when Purpled just goes “Oh shit, hey Kristin, I didn’t know you had a son,”
And Tommy’s like “wtffff how do you know my mom? What the hell, why did you call her Kristin, that’s so cursed, she’s Mumza,”
Kristin’s just explaining “Oh, we met a few times during his time in the bedwars circuit,” and Tommy’s flabbergasted while Purpled is just casually chatting with Mumza while waiting for Tommy’s brain to catch up
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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“Tommy didn’t do this, okay? He didn’t do this,” “Okay Technoblade,”  “Listen, I know you probably--I’m not the most reliable person to the government but Tommy wouldn’t lie to me, okay? He said he didn’t do it, he wouldn’t lie to me,” “He lied about burning down George’s house!”  “He wouldn’t lie to ME, Dream! He’d lie to you, but he wouldn’t lie to me!”  Just a conversation between Technoblade and Dream from Today’s stream. Just gonna look at Techno’s faith in Tommy for a bit here.
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petrichormeraki · 2 years
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After rigorous testing, I have found that if you leave Petrichor and @cedarwhisp alone together in a groupchat, angst is rapidly generated in high volumes. Typically hermit tommy angst.
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petrichormeraki · 2 years
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PeteZahHutt: *exasperated* Chat, do not form a parasocial relationship with my restaurant
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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New Hermit!Tommy AU idea where Dream shows up trying to gather information cause he’s checking every server he can think of for Tommy and then the Hermit who greets him is Zedaph.
He gets sent into the void on loop “for science” and Zedaph just laughs and tells him to have fun with Yoyo the bouncing pig
It was then that Dream realized he had made some mistakes
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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Hey yall apparently Meraki and I were in a pm seymour vid and I fucking missed it can someone link me or explain please?
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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Yall I have had a moment of realization
What if “older” Brinearr take younger Brinearr under their wings when they first amalgamate so that they can help the younger Brinearr kind of figure out the swirling thoughts, feelings, emotions, histories, of 6 or so different Einarr.
So when Guthrie was referring to his “mom” he was referring to the Brinearr that took responsibility for helping him adjust to this world who the two of them thought “mom” was the best title for.
And then “stepdad” is another older Brinearr who also stepped in to help Guthrie adjust to his new life and potentially has a relationship with “mom”
And this is just a new and beautiful family dynamic that has occurred by necessity in Founder’s Wake with all the new Brinearr
And maybe the reason Zoox is not as well adjusted to life and keeps asking clarifying questions and doesn’t really have concrete pronouns is because when they amalgamated they didn’t have an older Brinearr to guide them or maybe they had to separate from their Brinearr guide and so they’re looking for help from those around them
And why Guthrie could tell immediately that Zoox was newly formed and was softer with them
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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Scott’s approach with magic is so relatable
“plants are usually Katherine’s thing but, all my crops are dead…. so I’m just working with what I’ve got”
The gays and the witches stay winning, you got this Scott, I believe in you.
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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Catching up on Empires be like
Mmmmm Scott that’s some tasty lore you got there
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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I now know how to punish Wilbur Soot with his cursed canon, make him a Anteater Hybrid
Callie, I have never been more proud in my life
WE HAVE A GENIUS HERE FOLKS
LETS FUCKING GO, ARTISTS, WRITERS, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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apparently gender euphoria is stronger than crack and I am an accidental gender euphoria dealer. I feel so powerful
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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What if the way Grian writes his name is just the Watcher glyphs that most resemble the letters of his name?
Cause it’s a legal document so he needs to write his actual signature and I bet he learned to write with the Watchers so…. possibilities abound
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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All I can say is that Mumbo following Grian because he looks like he knows what he’s doing is such a mood I cannot even express it
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petrichormeraki · 3 years
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They really said give the aces everything they want this Hermitcraft season with the amount of puns, huh
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