#techno angst

[nomsfaultau]

Technoblade was the god of Harvest. His worship was found in fingers buried in rich soil, his ichor in the sweat trickling down one’s brow. A god of dedication, day after day of slow progress. In him, the reward of a job well done. For those in his favor, the magnification of their wealth tenfold and the roundness of their stomachs. For those not, simply the reaping of what they’d sown. A fair god, beloved god.  Or, so he was initially. All gods discard past versions of themselves like worn snake skin, molding into new incarnations. Technoblade was no different. He settled into novel violent roles, soon forgetting his dead past self.  But the mortals did not.

Techno, the god of Harvest and Revolution. From Lighting Lanterns to Bring You Home

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[squishycheekanon]

Vampire!Techno x reader

I look like her

Warnings: 18+, blood, death, compulsion.

“Are you kidding! You know exactly what doppelgänger means.” You frown looking at Dylan with exasperation in your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me to begin with? I would’ve stayed the night.” He says shaking his head, annoyance underling the worry in his tone.

“I didn’t think you’d believe me.” You sighed rubbing your hands down your face.

“Well I do. And there’s no way I’m letting you stay here alone.” That won’t do.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You scoff secretly hoping that he stays, you’d feel safer. You didn’t sleep at all last nice, kept the light on at all times and the door locked.

“Doesn’t matter, if there’s some creep in the walls of this place I’m not letting you stay here alone. We both watched The Boy together.” He says his voice getting higher pitched.

“Dylan.” You warn.

“And don’t give me all that Brahms is hot bullshit.” He points at you wiggling his eyebrows looking with fake disgust.

“He built.” You joked singing the 6 foot tall and super strong tune, managing to forgot the creepiness for a couple of seconds.

Dylan shakes his head with a small grin “Here.” He hands you his car keys, “go and get some food for us and I’ll make up a bed in one of the rooms.” He smiles softly waiting for you to take the keys, which you do.

Your fingers tap against the steering wheel almost hoping to transfer all your worries to the circular object. You shouldn’t have left him there alone if there was something, someone in the walls it was probably the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. You knew from the moment you left that you shouldn’t have.

After grabbing dinner you sped back to the manor trying your hardest to convince yourself that everything’s fine. But that reassurance didn’t last for long when you opened the door.

An ear piercing scream burns your lungs at what you find. Dylan unconscious on the floor, his body drowned in a pool of blood dripping from his neck.

“I didn’t like him.”

He looked so unremorseful it made you sick. This stunning, tall man dressed in what looked to be a slightly baggy white dress shirt from a different time, black slacks and expensive shoes. His face so sharp and so pale, the deep red eyes pierced your soul.

Wait. Red eyes.

“Y-You.”

“Y-You.” He mimicked with a chuckle, his slender figure circling yours. Like a predator circles their prey.

Your face contorts with a fury you haven’t ever felt before. It bubbles so deep within you that you think it’s going to make you explode. Before you can even open your mouth, the man whooshed in front of you, one hand on the back of your neck the other wrapped around the front.

The words disappear from your throat as he squeezes, his face getting closer with yours little by little until he inhales so sharply you see his nostrils flare. A deep husky hum emanates from his chest, it rumbles through you bringing your body buzzing to life.

His eyes flutter close eyelashes sitting prettily against his pale cheekbones and a second passes before those blood red eyes are back on you. Examining every inch of you. Your frozen in place when they meet your gaze, like something is stopping you from moving.

“You will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. You will have no memory of him at all.” His pupils dilate with each syllable that drips from his plump lips.

Then the words pour out before you can stop them, “I will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. I will have no memory of him at all.”

You have to blink a few times but for some reason you feel lighter, like a heavy weight had been lifted off of your chest leaving behind a gorgeous looking man in front of you.

“Don’t scream or try to run.” He says and you nod, you don’t mean to but you do. Your feet moving to follow him when he goes upstairs, “I used to live here.” He starts as if you asked, “this was my home during the Georgian era. It was rather beautiful, filled with lavish parties and beautiful dames. It was rather magnificent to be rich during those times.” He scoffs cockily.

He leads you into the master bedroom, your whole body freezes when he turns to face you. “Then I died,” your frown harder than you already had been, “well was killed.” He chuckles lightly as if it was a joke.

You want to say something but those words don’t form, the sentence is all jumbled. “They succeeded obviously, and the house was abandoned until your grandfather purchased it in the sixties. Ah the swinging sixties.” He smiles at the few memories drifting through his head.

“Then something happened, it was truly strange. You grandfather married someone, she was beautiful and kind. Her smile could light up an entire room. She was-“ his eyes turned dark, “she died. Vampire hunters got to her right after I turned her.” His hands squeeze together forming fists his anger swirling around the room.

You don’t notice it but your breathing had stopped, you couldn’t seemed to get enough air into your lungs. Was that your grandma? Vampire? Is she the lady in the picture.

“Breathe Sosia.” He orders and automatically you gulp down deep bubbles of air. “Good girl.” His lips pull into a small smile before it disappears, “Five years pass of your grandfather alone, until he meets your grandmother. She was a strong woman. I liked her. She too died. Rather sad, but your grandfather was left with your mother.”

You desperately want to ask how he knows all this, but you feel you already know. “And that’s all I’ll tell you for today.” He smirks at your unconscious pout moving toward you, his cold hand cups your cheek gently. “Now little one, off to bed with you.” He winks disappearing to clean up the body downstairs.

You instantly unwillingly obey, your mind reeling at all the new information buzzing around your head. You make your way to the bathroom and get yourself ready for bed.

Something, maybe a loophole somewhere allows you to pause outside of the dusty dark room. Your eyes finding the picture hanging on the wall, you notice something you hadn’t before.

Even though her face had been slashed you could still make out her eyes and lips, a little bit of her chin. The familiarity makes your breath hitch, a thud downstairs has you running into your room.

“I look like her.” The gasp slips from your lips in disbelief, you two looked exactly alike. That’s when it clicked, like a puzzle finally being finished. “Sosia.” Another thud downstairs, “doppelgänger.”

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[b3-with-you]

a mission he was doomed to complete

techno blurb.

Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies, murder, blood

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“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.

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[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.

#dream smp #technoblade #i was ABOUT to apologize for the abrupt techno mood and then i went NO ACTUALLY ILL NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR TECHNOBLADE #anyway. i fucking love taking hypixel as technoblade's backstory #no not for angst reasons although i respect everyone who does it for angst reasons #but for the sheer COMEDY FACTOR of 'guy who has been living in an endgame mmo being placed in a normal game'

[m1d-45]

dead leaves

summary: the creator is meant to be worshipped and praised, exalted to the highest of high. so… what went wrong?

word count: 1.2k

-> warnings: mentions of blood, you die multiple times, bitter(?) ending, spoilers for xiao lore (but it’s not said to be xiao specifically so technically you could read and just not know it’s him but now that i’ve said that you know it’s him so-)

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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it wasn’t meant to happen like this.

it was never to occur at all, in fairness, but like this?

the clouds parted to make way for a single glitering star, shining a white hot gold. the whole world turned, stopped and stared in awe, every leaf on every stalk bearing witness to the one they called god.

it wasn’t supposed to be like this. the golden shine poured through the tall windows of a palace meant for you, the heretic in a crown ordering your people to betray you. their hands shook where their followers could not see—perhaps even they were aware of why the trees were rejoicing.

you, blessed you, torn from your home by the divinity in your blood, picking yourself up from sand with barely a vague memory of your location. walk, climb, walk again, and that’s where you learned how to swim, led on by the crumbling stone of barbatos’ statue. the squirrels chittered and the hilichurls retreated, not wanting to frighten you, bandaged hands seeking shields and clubs to keep busy instead.

mondstat is the nation of anemo. happy and bustling, merchants calling across courtyards, adventurers waking with the sun to continue their trade. a cool breeze welcomed you, tugging you along a stone bridge, the winds quiet.

so quiet, in fact, that the archon stirred from his slumber early, reaching for his bow.

you never even made it to the city gates. the doves on the bridge hopped closer as you approached, the knights on duty watching how eagerly they pressed themselves against you. a nod, a twist, a chain of knights leading up to the headquarters, all set on edge the moment the acting grandmaster cleared them to engage.

the first casualty was a bird. it had flung itself into the air, halting the arrow in its tracks, drawing your attention to the man standing atop the city wall. another bird died before you understood his crime.

leaves dappled the ground in shades of green, warm light falling on you as you ran. you didn’t know where you were going, really, and why would you? who had a contingency plan for when everyone they loved turned away? the river tumbled over smoothed rocks, the bright beacon of the statue of the seven pleading for forgiveness even as it’s archon wanted you dead.

mondstat was the city of freedom. could it still be called that when you bled out before you could reach the border?

you couldn’t die. literally, you couldn’t. ley lines converged where you were crossed, absorbing the dissipating flakes of your physical body. the earth hummed beneath the anemo archon’s feet as he watched divine blue blood be sucked up and swept away. was it a hallucination? how would he know?

elemental energy coursed through the earth, sprouting again at the geo through which it bled, releasing the holy light it carried and supplementing with its own. within the hour your eyes opened again, unsure whether to pray it was a dream or wonder which god could hear you.

liyue, nation of geo. the stone hummed beneath your feet, though you didn’t walk toward the city. you’d learned your lesson fast, and a spear to the gut would certainly take longer to kill than an arrow to the neck. not that it mattered, of course—the adepti are too in tune with the land to not have noticed your arrival.

as it turned out a spear does hurt more, which you learned when you found it sprouting from your stomach in the split second before the pain hit. bright jade stained blue, betrayal glimpsed in the dying eyes of the one alatus once called his savior.

and it began anew.

teyvat bubbled with anger, torn between enacting vengeance on those that hurt its maker and protecting you. you were taken to places of shelter, but people learned to follow where nature raged loudest. even if they didn’t, if storms kicked up in false alarm to draw them away, intuition toward their creator was sewn into the hems of every living creature. hilichurls could only hold up for so long, and the millelith were used to dealing with vishaps. the dense forests of sumeru were memorized by the most vigilant forest watcher, the consecrated beasts in the desert too big to keep up with the agility of the general mahamatra.

how cruel for you to die like this, at the hands of the ones you should have been able to trust. how cruel for you to die at all, stabbed in the back by those who should have worshipped you.

the one on your throne was tolerated, just barely so, rationalized as the people needing an idol to follow in your continued absence. but now you were here, now they had no reason to be, and visions began to go haywire whenever they entered the throne room. boars outran hunters, trees tangling over boots as nature wrought vengeance on behalf of its god.

you were everything.

every scholar sought to understood your world further, your spirit found in every star in the sky. to study the world was to study you, how every string was woven into the universe. when you looked to the earth the soil said hello, the trees bowing before their creator, and yet your most beloved artwork was the one that hated you the most. was it hubristic to think a mortal could truly kill a god, or pathetic that they believed the fraud so quickly? they didn’t have elemental energy buzzing at their fingertips, they didn’t have the respect of the world, only commanding people, those easily swayed by a similar face and lucky coincidences. they were nothing like you, you who held galaxies in your blood, you who created the sky and the seas and the creatures within, who created everything. who was everything.

…and now you were nothing. lost in the ley lines that frantically searched for a place to host your body, outrunning the hunt for the god of all. nothing, half conscious in the heart of the earth, within a cave that had cracked open for this very purpose. hidden, the entrance sealed by stone itself, only allowing in slimes that helped sustain you. how cruel, the skies wept, torrents of rain falling in punishment. the fraud barely left the palace anymore, which was only standing thanks to reinforcement from the geo archon. were it not for their lie, they would be dead a thousand times over, killed in every way you had.

but they were in the palace, hidden where the world could not reach. so stone cradled your body, carefully ensuring you still continued to breathe, leylines redirecting to offer energy. not awake, not asleep, stuck in a stasis while hell raged around you.

it’s alright. teyvat would have its revenge eventually. lightning would find its way into the palace, someone would bring something carrying elemental energy into the throne room, something. the fake would die and you would be born anew from the earth, weak and tired but alive, most importantly.

anemo brushes off dust that begins to settle in your clothes, hydro doing its best to soothe the cracks on your lips. geo rolls you over so you don’t bruise, dendro adjusting its net of vines to keep you stable.

eventually…

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[csealia]

God of War and Blood 🐷💕

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[zethsnex]

Imagine trusting completely in someone to help you escape the place where they’re torturing 24/7 and that person ends up locked in the same cell as you.

You’d be distraught too, wouldn’t you? :)

And a bonus one cause I made some ppl cry in Citrus server(?/hj

Dw guys, they hug it out.

#c!dreamnoblade #c!dream #c!techno #dnb #technodream #dreamnoblade #rivals duo #zsnart #angst #angst my beloved #:)

[justcallme-ange]

It’s the same field.

Uncropped Mask Version-

#angst as promised! <3 #don’t worry about Dream #he’s fine #could also fit in Doomsday trio ages #don’t think about Techno comparing Dream’s weight from last time #rivalsblr #rivals duo #c!dream #dreamwastaken #technoblade #rivalsduo #ctechno #cdream #dsmp #doomsdaytrio #doomsday trio #angst #blood #my art #i may have gotten carried away #with all the rendering oops

[gorlicberd]

idk how this app works but LOOK C!RIVALSDUO ANGST WAHOO

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[the-pobble-terrarium]

oh you guys are NOT ready for these doodles

#POBart #ugh. explodes them #they all make me so ill /pos #trolls #trolls band together #techno trolls #trolls oc #trolls fanart #trolls branch #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #trolls poppy #trolls angst #trolls brozone #god these tags are a mess LMAO #art #digital art #doodles #sketches #comic #clip studio paint

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Forever stuck in osmp era but specifically human!Techno and hybrid!everybody else that just hit different man

#thoughts #look I love bunnyblade I will lay down my life for bunnyblade always #but human!Techno in a commune of hybrids? hits different man #he's still 'othered' but in a fresh new way #so many possibilities for angst or hurt/comfort or whump #backstory too... why is he there? why does he live with the outcasts

[nomsfaultau]

Endlessly enamored with MFR!Techno’s position of ‘The only way I can be wanted is if I’m being used, and the only way to survive is to be wanted’. Like the philosophy’s seeds were planted with the Piglins but the Wither honed it to something consuming. And honestly, it’s why Philza terrifies him so much, because his unconditional love (obsession) is intent on the idea of Techno completely irrespective of actuality. All his life the only thing Techno could control about his environment was himself, and so the only way he knows to survive is to change himself to please his given “parent” in the equation. And because he can’t do that with Philza he simultaneously has more freedom and less control of the situation. And for a man who defined his existence in the boundaries of others expectations, it scares Techno more because he can’t figure out the rules.

Like he definitely found lines that could be crossed but never something that revoked his inherent worth. Thing is, Techno can handle when it’s him getting punished. It makes sense in his head, his mistake, his consequences, and now he knows where the boundary is and can work with the rules of the household. Like, he actually thrived in the Nether when he was getting beaten up, poisoned, and drowned, because Techno can handle pain and responds well to it. (To the degree some readers accepted his view that the Nether was better at face value, simply because Techno prefers blatant manipulation and physical threats because he knows how to deal with them). But with Philza the consequences always, always fall on the head of someone else, and for someone with a painful abundance of empathy, for someone who defines his worth on what he does for others, that’s infinitely worse for Techno.

#techno angst #technoblade #technoblr #mandatory family reunion #Sbi #dark sbi #emerald duo fic #tw abuse #something to nom on

[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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Fuck it, I'm embracing the cringe

Trolls AU where everything is relatively the same except Branch is a Techno Troll, purely for the reason that those guys are my favs out of the tribes and nothing else

Like maybe his egg somehow washed up to the Troll Tree from some event I haven't made up yet, and he's found by maybe John Dory or Grandma Rosiepuff and was brought into the family

Same thing happened after he's hatched, he got into BroZone as the weird looking but funky Troll baby Bitty B, the thing happened, the band broke up, leaving Branch alone with his grandma

Then she got eaten (cue the meme)

Poor Branch then turned grey due to the trauma he went through, like

More or less he looks like this for 20 years, with the addition of his pixel heart being split in two for added angst

Same thing happened as in canon afterwards; Branch is the village grouch and self imposed exile, except maybe his treatment is sort of worse here 'cause he's not like the others. Evidence, he has fins for legs, fins for ears, his hair can't stretch like all Pop Trolls can, and just generally the "don't sing or dance or hug" thing. Hence, he's a bit more bitter and more towards the village and more willing to lash out more than he did in canon (or atleast what we're shown on screen anyway)

I don't think his poor treatment would go too far since I see King Peppy sort of protecting Branch as best he can by redirecting the villagers' anger away from him. Maybe due to him thinking his treatment from the civillians were too cruel, or it's 'cause he knows Branch is a Techno Troll and felt bad for suffering this fate from the other Pop Trolls and being separated from his own people, so he did his best to accomodate Branch (doubtful, but no one is perfect I guess)

(Will Peppy tell Branch the truth about him, though? Lol, hell no, he's too much of a wuss to do that)

So I guess in a way, he's more or less on good terms with King Peppy, but not enough for him to consider him a friend or anything. Branch just trust Peppy's judgement a bit more than in canon (still think he's an idiot, though)

But anyway, same thing happened, Poppy hosts the biggest and loudest party ever and got raided by the Chef Bergen, Poppy and Branch sets out to Bergen Town to rescue the kidnapped Trolls, set Bridget up to a date with the king, Branch explains his sad backstory, Creek betrays them and got the whole village snatched up, they all lost their colours, Poppy and Branch sings True Colours to get their colours back and subsequently got Branch's colours back (which I'll make a drawing referencr later 'cause I'm still debating on what he'll look like), and they sang to the Bergens to make everything sunshine and rainbows, The End

So yeah it's all the same with the added edition of Branch being a Techno Troll. Other than gags and jokes about him being different and a sprinkle of added stuff to his lore on why he's different, nothing really changes

But when World Tour happens

Oh boy

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Pocket-Sized Sidekick (3)

Part One Part Two

Word Count: 1,829

TW's: Fear, Accidental Fearplay, Violence, Injury, Implications Of Past Abuse, Threats Of Violence, Mentions of Cults, Medical Stuff, Panic

Characters: C!Ranboo, C!Technoblade, C!Dream, C!Philza, C!Wilbur

Summary: Ranboo's officially been de-masked in front of a group of villains. At least that means things can't get any worse...right?

Ranboo drew in a hissing breath between his teeth.

"Would you please sit still? I'm not used to doing stitches on people this small."

That was one of the first things Ranboo learned about Wilbur. He never held anything back. Frankly, it was becoming a challenge for Ranboo to hold back everything he wanted to say in retaliation. He'd been laying there getting stabbed by a needle nearly as tall as him for at least half an hour. Even with the attempt at numbing the area, it felt like an eternity.

"You did stitches on a cat once," the Blood God pointed out. He'd been idly clicking through something on the laptop sitting on the kitchen counter. Ranboo was surprised he'd been paying attention at all given how engrossed he'd seemed it whatever he was reading on that screen.

"You are aware that cats are larger than six inches tall, right?" Wilbur snapped.

"Small is small."

The brunette let out a frustrated huff.

"Phil told you not to bother me."

"He did but he was givin' me those 'don't let Wilbur out of your sight' eyes."

"He was not."

"You just don't notice because he's always got that look."

"Done!" Wilbur announced with a final snip. Ranboo could only assume that meant that was the last bit of thread being cut. Should he be thanking this guy for what he'd done? Sure, he'd tended to his injuries but he was still a villain. Thanking a villain was probably listed on the unspoken rules of being a hero right between being kidnapped by a villain and showing your face to a villain.

He slowly pushed himself to sit upright. His bruises still stung like crazy but at least the majority of his fractures had been dealt with and cuts bandaged. Wilbur never really shared his assessment of Ranboo's injuries but from the repetitive "Yeesh" 's from the villain, he could only imagine there was a lot of work to be done.

Wilbur scooped his jacket up off the back of the couch.

"Where are you going?" the Blood God demanded.

The brunette threw a guitar case over his shoulder.

"Out," he announced vaguely.

"Aren't you supposed to be looking after the kid?"

Wilbur rummaged through the cubbies next to the door until he uncovered a pair of keys from the clutter.

"Phil told me to clean him up. He's about as good as he's going to get so I'm out of here." Wilbur paused on the way out to shoot the Blood God a look over his shoulder. A coy smile tugged on his lips. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be fine until Phil comes back. You're great with kids."

Wilbur managed to yank the door shut behind him just as a dagger lodged itself in the wood where his head was only seconds ago. The brunette's laughter retreated into the night, making way for a tense silence to fall over the house. Ranboo's teeth ground together.

He dared to sneak a peek at the villain sitting only a single room over. It was odd. Ranboo knew that Corvus was a supervillain but he walked around out of costume in his own house. That made sense. Wilbur was a villain by association at the very least but if he worked in the field, he probably had a costume too. Not once had he donned in it while Ranboo was there.

The Blood God, on the other hand, had yet to change out of that signature uniform of his. The cape, the skull, the gaudy boots. The whole package was admittedly a bit too extra to be typical loungewear. If it was all for the sake of ensuring Ranboo was kept on edge then, damn, it was working.

The boar's skull snapped in Ranboo's direction. The abrupt motion caused an instinctual reaction in the sidekick, sending him scrambling to focus on literally anything else in the room. The villain sighed.

"So why's Hero Corps exploiting child labor? Indoctrinating adults into their little cape cult get too pricey?" he asked.

Nothing about that question was accurate but it wasn't like Ranboo was in any position to correct him. He wasn't sure he was in a position to say anything, honestly. So he didn't.

"What, did that one hypno-hero hit you with a tongue tying spell or somethin'? What's he like? Fun at parties?"

The beats of silence passed at an agonizingly slow pace for both parties trapped within the tense atmosphere. The Blood God groaned.

"Come on, kid, give me somethin' here," he practically begged.

Ranboo shifted uncomfortably. There was nothing he could say that he wouldn't be reprimanded for when he got back to HQ. If he got back to HQ. As scary a prospect as that was, the fact that he was more likely to never get home was even scarier.

"W-why the skull mask?" Ranboo tried. Maybe if he couldn't answer questions, asking them would help pass the time a bit quicker for the both of them.

"What, this?" The Blood God asked, drumming his fingernails against hollow bone. Ranboo nodded meekly. The villain's insouciant demeanor went dismal all at once. "It's not a mask. It's just my face."

The sidekick's blood ran ice cold. He couldn't even hide his mortified expression when he turned back to the man in the kitchen. What? How was that even possible? Sure, people got bizarre mutations when super powers started popping up but this had to be one of the strangest ones that Ranboo had ever seen. Not even the attributes of a bore, just its skull where your head should have been? It made his stomach churn thinking about how that worked.

The Blood God snorted.

"I'm messing with you," he chuckled.

He was...oh. The sidekick's shoulders sagged. As indignant as Ranboo was to be toyed with, he had to admit that it was a relief knowing it was all a farce. He hadn't even realized his jaw had dropped open until he shut it with a click. He couldn't help but laugh, though his was more incredulous than a product of the Blood God's sense of humor-if you could even call it that.

"Just thought it was a cool gimmick, I guess. Didn't wanna look like every other loser in a mask and a cape. What about you? They force you to wear that fashion faux-pax of a suit or are you just really into gray?"

"It's a uniform," Ranboo said. He couldn't think of a single sinister thing that the guy could do with that sort of information beyond mocking him a little further.

"Of course it is. Is that where you get your shrinking power from, too?"

Ranboo stiffened. Momentary distraction over. The villain really was just trying to pry info out of him. Of course he was. That was literally his job. He wasn't really as mad at the guy for nearly getting him to give up some top secret Hero Corps info as much as he was at himself for almost doing it.

The way the color drained from Ranboo's face must have given away the answer to that intrusive question all the same.

"Don't mean to sound like a jackass but you don't really handle yourself like a hero who's used to being small. I mean, I did see you get punted across an alleyway so..."

Ranboo fought to keep his expression flat. Maybe that was the reason all those heroes wore masks; to hide just how scared the poor bastards behind them were. Ranboo wished more than anything that his helmet wasn't cracked to pieces so he could shove it back on and leave it there.

"If it's broken, we can try to fix it," the Blood God pointed out.

"No! You can't touch it!" Ranboo blurted, grabbing the suit from beside him and holding it in a white-knuckled grip. The last thing he needed was to hand over some of Hero Corps' most advanced tech to their most dangerous competition.

It took far too long for Ranboo to actually realize what he'd done. When it dawned on him, it hit him like a brick to the teeth. His heart stuttered in his chest. Maybe yelling at his villainous captor wasn't really the smartest idea. He knew what happened when he raised his voice. One of the first lessons he'd learned under Dream's guidance. And that was when he was a fairly normal height.

Standing only a few inches tall in front of someone with far worse intentions than his mentor's, he didn't stand a chance of making it out alive.

"Geez, alright. I was just offerin'," the villain muttered. "Figured this whole thing might be a little easier if you weren't six inches tall."

Sure, like Ranboo was going to believe that this guy had nothing but good intentions towards the hero's sidekick he had in his possession. Then again, he wasn't wrong about his height putting him at a stark disadvantage. At six inches tall, the Blood God could probably just pry the suit out of his hands. As a matter of fact, Ranboo couldn't wrap his head around why he had yet to try.

"Hey, are you-"

Vvv Vvv

Saved by the buzz. Whatever question the Blood God was about to ask was swiftly interrupted by the vibration against the counter. He grabbed his phone. He went tense when he saw the screen. Without a word, he rose to his feet and slid the window behind him open.

He double checked the laces on his boots and the sword sheathed on his hip. Ranboo flinched at the squawk from just beyond the house. Wings beat at the air, a crow dipping in straight through the open window to land on the counter.

"Lead the way," the Blood God instructed.

The black bird tilted its head, turning over its shoulder to stare straight at Ranboo. A chill crawled up his spine at the extra attention.

"Oh, right. You-uh-you stay here," the villain commanded with all the conviction of a man who'd never held a leadership position. "I gotta go help Phil but I'll be back real soon."

Ranboo could only nod in reply. The villain dawdled. He stared at Ranboo a while longer, the sidekick doing his best not to meet the supervillain's sweeping gaze.

"'kay. Let's go," he tried again. The bird let out an ear-shattering squawk before claiming its perch atop the Blood God's shoulder. He slid out the door, ensuring that he clicked the lock into place on his way out.

The hero-in-training swallowed thickly. The silence was even more deafening than before. This certainly wasn't on his bucket list. He was all alone in a supervillain's hideout.

His eyes darted about the vacant space, snagging on the window over the sink. Wait. He was all alone in a supervillain's hideout. The curtains waved in the breeze, beckoning him forward. He'd be a fool not to answer that call.

~

College is kicking my butt so upload schedule is insanely chaotic but thank you to everyone who waited for this next part! :)

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