#thank you technoblade

[yyuuraii]

chin up nerds 🫂❤️

#spent the whole day sleeping and crying and somehow drawing my other uni assignments early just to have something to do #I shouldve been resting today since it's my day off and my wrist hurts so bad; but drawing calms me down. stay safe everyone #he was one of the first ones who got me back into mc after so long; ive met so many good people in this community #thank you technoblade #love you lots! #blood for the blood god!! #technoblade #yyuusart #death tw #cancer tw

[twitwir]

I haven’t been able to finish the digital drawing of Technoblade that I’ve been working on, so I’m gonna give you a little story and some doodles I did in math class forever ago instead as a way of remembering Technoblade on the one year anniversary of the announcement of his passing.

I first discovered Technoblade’s content in late 2021 when I was trying to get into the Dream SMP because of this one friend I had at the time. She and I would greet each other by yelling, “Subscribe to Technoblade,” even though I didn’t know what that meant back then, so as such, I looked up Technoblade on YouTube and immediately fell in love with his content. He reminded me of my younger self who used to love Minecraft and dreamed of becoming a Minecraft YouTuber, and so he quickly became a hyperfixation for me for a while.

The following year, my closest friend passed away. It tore me apart, and they were the only person I felt safe enough being myself around since I knew how the internet treated femboys - either like we’re transphobic monsters or like we’re sex addicts, which isn’t the case at all (for most). However, the more of Techno’s videos that I watched, the more I tried to gain his confidence and eventually, on March 31st, 2022, I wore a skirt in public for the first time. It was huge for me, and I’m ever so thankful for Technoblade’s indirect support with my struggles.

As mentioned earlier, he also reminded me of my childhood dream to be a Minecraft YouTuber. It was specifically his video on philosophy that got me determined to get into MCYT like seven year-old me always dreamed of, and I remember declaring to myself after I watched “so long nerds” that I will achieve my dream no matter what. I’m hoping that one day soon, I can make that dream a reality.

Thank you Technoblade.

#subscribe to technoblade #technoblade #technoblade never dies #my art #technoblade fanart #dsmp techno #techno fanart #rip technoblade #mcyt technoblade #i miss technoblade #technofanart #story #thank you technoblade #one of us

[gentlelandingplace]

You know, the first message I saw of Technoblade’s death was from Instagram. I was sat on my couch in my family room, with my little sister in earshot. I opened the app because I was bored. The first post I was someone was posting their thoughts and how they felt uncomfortable continuing to do art of him.

I thought it was a sick joke or something, I genuinely didn’t understand what was going on. Dread filled me as I turned off my phone and hurriedly went downstairs to my room. I sat on my bed and quickly hopped onto YouTube to check what was happening. The top video was a completely black thumbnail with the title “so long nerds”. It was only 3 minutes long.

Part of me was still in disbelief, and my head began to fill with foggy static as I started the video. Technodad introduced himself and began to relay Techno’s final message.

By this point I understood that it wasn’t a joke. I started to cry, harder than I’d ever cried I think. In the moment there was a part of me thinking “why are you crying so hard??”. I couldn’t breathe and I could barely understand what Technodad was saying.

I hardly made it to the end of the video before I turned off my phone and ran back up the stairs. My mom had sat on our couch in the time I’d left, but the moment she saw my face she stood up. She could tell that something was extremely wrong and quickly asked me what had happened. I couldn’t speak for a second and she asked again twice in a panicked voice.

I just turned my phone around and through my tears said “it’s real, it’s not fake or a joke, it’s real.” She took my phone and relieved sympathy washed over her face. As much as I had wanted her to calm down, her relief shattered something in me that needed comfort. She later explained that she thought something had happened to my best friend, who was across the country at the time. She knew about Techno’s cancer, but other than that only knew that I cared a lot about him.

I told my little sister to check YouTube. She did and cried. My mom called my little sibling to let them know I was picking them up from their friend’s house. I picked them up and had them watch the video on the car ride home with earbuds in. The silence in the car was so heavy I could barely think.

By this time I’d stopped heavily crying, but I couldn’t stop individual tears from coming every couple minutes. When we got home my little sibling didn’t speak or respond to anything I said. I got the message that they needed some space and went inside. They joined me a few minutes later.

We all cried together, and I quietly asked mom if I could please get a hoodie. My mom did it for the charity, but I’m still a little embarrassed to say that I did it because I wanted a comfort item. Which it is to me, I still wear it most days.

There wasn’t much of a point to this story other than to say that my grief was and still is real. I went back to rewatch the video (because I missed a lot of information my first watch through) and ugly cried again. It’s not stupid that I felt his loss, it’s not silly that I’m still mourning him.

Technoblade was someone I admired a lot. I got to know him through past live streams, YouTube videos, tweets, compilations, and specifically his skywars episodes (I’ve been rewatching the un-privated ones). I genuinely think I’ve consumed hundreds of hours of his content.

Before his death I found him funny and good background for Hollow Knight playing. After his death I still find him funny, but I also see his content as extremely comforting.

I just want to say this: thank you Alex for choosing to become Technoblade. Thank you for showing us who you were and sharing your fantastically wonderful self with us. We loved you, more than any of us even realized. We miss you dearly.

Fly high and rest well king

#ai generated art #Technoblade #Technoblade never dies #technodad #mourning #parasocial relationships #thank you Technoblade

[onixsn]

Another Technoblade artwork, thank you again king 🎗️🐷👑

#onixsn postsstuff #fuck cancer #technoblade #thank you techno #thank you Technoblade #technoblade fanart #rip technoblade

[artisticgamer45]

Thank you Technoblade for everything.

#technoblade #rip technoblade #technoblade mcyt #thank you technoblade #technoblade never dies #technoblade fanart

[soul-matter]

I see the player you mean.

Technoblade?

Yes. Take care. He has reached a higher level now. He can read our thoughts.

That doesn't matter. He thinks we are part of the game.

I like this player. He played well. He did not give up.

He is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

That is how he chooses to imagine many things, when he is deep in the dream of a game.

Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen.

He used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called the players witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air, on sticks powered by demons.

What did this player dream?

This player dreamed of sunlight and trees. Of fire and water. He dreamed he created. And he dreamed he destroyed. He dreamed he hunted, and was hunted. He dreamed of shelter.

Hah, the original interface. A million years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this player create, in the reality behind the screen?

He worked, with a million others, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and created a [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].

He cannot read that thought.

No. He has not yet achieved the highest level. That, he must achieve in the long dream of life, not the short dream of a game.

Does he know that we love him? That the universe is kind?

Sometimes, through the noise of his thoughts, he hears the universe, yes.

But there are times he is sad, in the long dream. He creates worlds that have no summer, and he shivers under a black sun, and he takes his sad creation for reality.

To cure him of sorrow would destroy him. The sorrow is part of his own private task. We cannot interfere.

Sometimes when he is deep in dreams, I want to tell him, he is building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell him of his importance to the universe. Sometimes, when he has not made a true connection in a while, I want to help him to speak the word he fears.

He reads our thoughts.

Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell Him, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell him that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. He sees so little of reality, in his long dream.

And yet he plays the game.

But it would be so easy to tell him...

Too strong for this dream. To tell him how to live is to prevent him living.

I will not tell the player how to live.

The player is growing restless.

I will tell the player a story.

But not the truth.

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

Give him a body, again.

Yes. Player...

Use his name.

Technoblade. Player of games.

Good.

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a player.

The player was you, Technoblade.

Sometimes he thought himself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometers away.

Sometimes the player dreamed he was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.

Sometimes the player dreamed he was lost in a story.

Sometimes the player dreamed he was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

Sometimes the player dreamed he watched words on a screen.

Let's go back.

The atoms of the player were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the player, in her body.

And the player awoke, from the warm, dark world of his mother's body, into the long dream.

And the player was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program, never run before, generated by a source code a billion years old. And the player was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

You are the player. The story. The program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.

Let's go further back.

The seven billion billion billion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the player moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universe created by...

Shush. Sometimes the player created a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimes hard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes he built a model of the universe in his head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes he called those flecks "electrons" and "protons".

Sometimes he called them "planets" and "stars".

Sometimes he believed he was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes he believed he was playing a game. Sometimes he believed he was reading words on a screen.

You are the player, reading words...

Shush... Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realized it was alive, he was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive

You. You. You are alive.

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to him through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to him through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player's eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again

and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to him through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream

and the universe said I love you

and the universe said you have played the game well

and the universe said everything you need is within you

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

and the universe said you are the daylight

and the universe said you are the night

and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

and the universe said you are not alone

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

#rest in peace #technoblade #you will be missed #minecraft #end poem #technoblade was a star #and we basked in his light #but now the star is gone #it is time for us to take on his legacy #let us become stars #technoblade is an ideal #technoblade never dies #ideals never die #as long as there is someone to remember them #the true death is oblivion #let us forever remember him #and keep his memory alive for generations to come #thank you technoblade #for everything

[despawningsoon]

A tribute to Technoblade

And the universe said you have played the game well. Fly high king.

#technoblade #technoblade fanart #technoblade never dies #mcyt #he will live on in our memories and hearts #tw death #thank you technoblade

[thatmadpyrocheshire]

Have fun abolishing the Kingdom of Heaven Technoblade.

Blood for the Blood God.

#technoblade #thank you technoblade #technoblade never dies

[jacketpotatoo]

I’ve been spending the whole day in a limbo. It just doesn’t feel real, like there shouldn’t be a world where he doesn’t exist. Like technoblade never dies is a law of the universe. He was such a huge part of my art journey and has given me and so many others so much joy and laughter in really tough times. I remember going back from school 2 years ago and studying to his three-hour mining stream vods, putting on minecraft Monday streams when I was feeling down, staying up on the 16th to watch him blow things up in the silly little video game. I remember doodling techno on my essays in class and my friends and I quoting him, mimicking his “heh?”s

My heart goes out to his friends and family. Take care, everyone.

You have done so much for so many. Your legacy will never die.

Rest easy, king.

#thank you technoblade #jp rambles #tw death

[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

I don't really know what to say or do. When I first heard the news of him being sick, I didn't really think about it much. I was convinced he'd be fine and would just...get better. Turns out he didn't.

Subscribe to Technoblade, buy his merch and support his charity please. I don't really know what else to say. It's tragic and I hope that his family is doing okay. I'm really sorry for this loss.

FUCK CANCER

support the cause please:

#technoblade #art #its not much but right now i dont think i can do more #its weird grieving someone you never really knew #but i guess we do #thank you technoblade #for everything #cancer #charity

[window-to-another-world]

I cant even stomach watching the final video yet, I will soon because i know I need to, but its so hard. I dont want this to be real, i wish this was just a bad dream we could all just wake up from. Fuck

#Techno support #Thank you Technoblade #Thank you Technodad

[iamthemain-character]

i miss him. rest in peace king 🤍

#technoblade #technoblade fanart #rip technoblade #rest in peace #rest in peace technoblade #thank you technoblade

[solarsleepless]

i don't post mcyt anymore, but i just found out the news.

i don't even know what to say. techno may not have gotten me out of bad times, as far as i can remember, but i loved watching him. i felt understood, seen for the first time in a while. his videos where he rambled about adhd were not just relatable but funny. like when he went on about soap? i don't think i've ever connected more as a real person with someone.

he was, and still is, someone i can watch and laugh to. he had the best humour out of the bunch. i loved his character and i loved him as a person. he was a great entertainer, and a great person.

i wish his friends and family the best of luck.

and i wish techno the best of luck against the kingdom of god.

we loved you so much, techno. so, so much.

#thank you technoblade #technoblade #tw death #tw cancer

[onixsn]

After all this time, I'm still crying. I feel guilty for crying as well, I have not watched his videos as much as others. Maybe I'm crying because of the love of his community, I have no idea why. But I'm glad that he'll still be remembered by someone.

I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense, I'm just writing what I'm thinking at the moment

#tw death #thank you technoblade #rip techno #rip technoblade #i cant believe im still crying haha #it feels like someone is digging a hole in my chest lmao

[a-walking-contradiction]

Just some Technoblade Fanart I Made As A Tribute To Him!

This description is copied from my post on DeviantArt I made of the same drawing. Just so you know!

(So yeah, this description might be really long, I just need to say a lot.)

Technoblade, one of my favorite Minecraft youtubers and also one of my biggest inspirations passed away, I was going to say today, but as I'm writing this it's 1:00 AM, so yesterday.

He passed away on June 30th after a long hard battle with cancer. I'm still somewhat in shock from hearing the news, he was too young and taken away too soon. 

Technoblade was one creator that gave off the same energy to me as youtubers I watched as a kid growing up. He brought me so much joy and made me laugh a lot in times I was stressed or feeling sad.

He was so positive no matter what he was going through, constantly still cracking jokes and being the strong guy that he was, that's the attitude you should have in life! I look up to that so much, no matter what life throws at you, try your best to be positive, think about the good things and the chances you have to defeat this challenge.

Though I didn't know him personality, it almost felt like I had lost a good friend. He left a huge impact on me, millions of fans as well, along with the Minecraft community as a whole. His impact on the internet will forever live on. 

As a tribute to him, I decided through crying and looking at people on twitter saying very sweet things about him, to draw this art piece in memory of The Blood God himself! 

I will actually try and buy some of his merch too because it's actually really funny that he called us all nerds, and now it's on a shirt, also officer I dropped kicked that child in self defense is also on a shirt, like oh my god, he really went out like that, incredible. Like bruh, what a legend! He's probably laughing at us right now in the clouds for being a bunch of wimps crying over him like this.

But anyway on that note,  The world will never be the same without you big man! May you conquer the heavens like you did the earth! We'll keep your legacy alive! We promise! Love ya Techno! And in his final words to us, So Long Nerds! - 3artfulkittys

#technoblade never dies #myct #thank you Technoblade #Thank you for everything #technoblade fanart #I'll miss you big man!

[princeandreis]

i am so sad

#thank you technoblade #for everything