It’s been a while since I posted actual sketches so here are KMTMC fan kids. I did a Deimos design for KMTMC and he was supposed to be the middle child, however I didn’t like how it turned out so I’ll redraw it and post it when the motivation comes. (I gave up on Cassie’s hands but we can ignore that)
Hi bella!! I just wanted to say thank you for keeping the techno space alive. When I was younger and first into fanfic around 2020 there was plenty of dream smp or techno stuff around but now it seems like everything is wiped out :( thank you for writing such amazing stories, and thank you for fleshing out the characters so well. Do you know what happened to all these older one shots and fics from years ago? Were they taken down due to his passing?
thank you thank you thank you from the very bottom of my heart
it's a shame technoblade and a lot of old works are gone, i wasn't into this fanfic niche in 2020-22 so i wasn't there to witness it myself, but i think it's beautiful a lot of Technofanfic enjoyers have had this renissance where they are still writing, still drawing, still making really cool stuff and are always super nice and encouraging.
i feel myself experiencing burnout almost everyday, new things are taking over my life and im getting progressively more frustrated with my writing, i have all these ideas and constantly beat myself up over not being able to make them the way i want.
but to everyone else that's still here your works and art are all so beautiful and hold a very special place in my heart
Lucy…. Kiss me through my coffin is LITERALLY ART. Bro between you and Bella I’m tweaking. I love how you’re doing a slow burn that has actual building. In ch 8 (I’m abt to read ch 9 rn) when you said that Techno was doing exactly what her vision entailed and then when she said stop, he stopped…. My brain started malfunctioning actually. Im so excited to see where this goes and you’re doing such a good job!
MC after techno drags her to the Nether for netherwart only to find out he has some in the one chest he didn’t look in
A/N : fan art by @ AstralRemi on Twitter. Based on this ask ! :)
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The first time Technoblade saw you, he absently thought you were pretty. That was it. He was ready to move on with his life; there were potatoes to be harvested, gold to be melded into weapons and blood to be shed.
That was, until The Voices gasped in unison. And that was never a good sign.
TECHNO !
TECHNO LOOK AT HER !
SHE’S- SHE’S MAGNIFICENT, A GODDESS AMONGST FILTH !!!
He could already feel an headache start to bloom behind his eyes, and he sighed silently. The Voices were obnoxiously loud and his jaw hurt from grinding his teeth together. He didn’t have the time for this. The only thing keeping him rooted to the spot was the fact that… this was weird. The Voices had never acted in such a way. They clamored for blood, they made fun of him and sometimes hyped him up, but they never complimented someone else like this.
“…Can I help you?” He was struck out of his thoughts by your voice awkwardly greeting him, a bit creeped out by the fact he had been staring at you for a good five minutes without blinking. Technoblade cleared his throat as The Voices screeched incoherently.
“Nah, I’m fine.” You blinked at him, the two of you standing there in an awkward silence for a minute.
“I’ll… I’ll get going then.” You nodded once and turned around, walking away as Techno stared at your back like an idiot, trying not to bash his head in to make The Voices calm down.
TALK TO HER!
WHY DIDN’T YOU INTRODUCE YOURSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE BOZO ???
THE LEAST YOU COULD’VE DONE WAS COMPLIMENT HER, DUMBASS !!!
Yep, he definitely had an headache.
“Chat… I’m not going to... run after her to introduce myself like a pathetic loser. That’d be creepy.” Technoblade mumbled, to which The Voices cursed loudly in his head, making him grind his teeth against the pain.
He sighed through his nose, taking a few steps towards where you had stood, just to see if you were still around, when his foot hit something in the grass. Looking down, he saw a glass phial filled with a colourful liquid. Huh. Had you dropped a potion ? Picking it up, he turned it over in his hand and thumbed at the cork, closing his eyes in annoyance as The Voices came back with a vengeance.
“Fine.” He shut them up, tired of the throb of pain coming from his brain. Techno looked down at the grass and soil and easily tracked your footsteps, following the path they led towards a nearby lake. There, you were crouching down, filling an empty glass phial with water, humming softly to yourself. The Voices loudly spoke over eachother in Techno’s brain about the wind in your hair, or the sun on your skin, or even the way you crouched.
A few steps behind you, Technoblade frowned. You were... vulnerable. You hadn’t even heard him coming up, so someone could probably very easily sneak up on you. That wouldn’t do.
“Hey.” You startled at his voice, turning around, bewildered. You relaxed slightly when your eyes took in his cape and crown.
“Oh, it’s you.” You tilted your head, looking at him curiously, making him want to shuffle on his feet, which was ridiculous. The Blood God did not shuffle his feet because he was nervous.
“Yeah…” He trailed off, making you raise an eyebrow expectantly.
“You, um… dropped this.” He thrust his hand with the phial forward, like it was cursed, making you blink at the object and making The Voices cringe in unison, crying the lack of smoothness of the infamous Technoblade.
You took the potion from his hand, your fingers brushing his and making blood rush to his cheeks, a small smile on your pretty face.
“Thank you… um…” You looked at him expectantly, making him wonder what it was you wanted, before he jolted with a realization.
“Technoblade.” You smiled and it did not make his heart skip a beat, don't be ridiculous, chat.
“Thank you, Technoblade.” You put the potion in your satchel, as well as the phial you had filled with water, and got up from your crouching position, smiling softly at the half-man half-piglin. You offered him your name, and The Voices received it like gospel, already melting into prayer to you. Your hand came up and he took it by reflex, shaking it awkwardly as you spoke.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He grunted once, taking back his hand almost violently as a weird sensation climbed up from where you touched him and up his arm.
“Yeah… you too.” He cleared his throat as you looked at him, bemused. That look, like you could see right through his eyes and into his soul, it scared him. So, The Blood God, for the first time, fled. He turned on his heel, murmuring an half-assed farewell and power-walked away, not without hearing your bright chuckle.
It’s update time y’all! Sorry I’ve been MIA and left y’all hanging on waiting for an update.
This chapter feels a little… slow imo, but if I wrote everything out like I have for my notes, it’d be like 50 pages long. And while I’m great at typing, I can’t do that in a week.
And also, I’m so glad I wrote down notes because I forgot like half of everything I wanted to write (I can never forget what I want to do during execution arc, or prison arc)
TW: none. But that doesn't mean there won't be in the future. Keep yourselves safe!
The three of you searched all through the night for a beehive.
That didn’t mean there wasn’t a moment without running into creepers, skeletons, zombies or spiders. You had even run into a baby zombie once or twice, and both times, Technoblade would shout “Watch out Phil!” when the baby would chase Phil. Phil would wheeze, and you giggled at the points when Technoblade’s voice would give out, or he would cough from the misuse.
And when dawn came, barely lighting the sky, the mobs, terrified of the light, fled to find cover, but Phil and Technoblade wouldn’t spare one mob.
Except for the Endermen.
They would spare the Endermen.
But still not a single nest.
You were tired because 1) you don’t normally stay up all night, and 2) from all the traveling and not taking a single break.
You were exhausted.
But Phil and Technoblade didn’t look like they were as exhausted as you, and you felt a pang of jealousy of their supernatural ability to not need sleep.
“When can we take a break?” you whined, lagging behind Phil and Technoblade as they searched their own trees for a hive. With no luck, Phil decided to answer you.
“I do think we need a break.” Phil looked to Technoblade, but he didn’t stop his searching. “Mate.”
“Break is for the weak, and your training isn’t over yet,” Technoblade pointed at you, who cried at his statement.
“But I’m tired! I don’t stay up during the night like you do!”
“Mate, we can at least take a break to eat. I’m sure we’re all hungry,” Phil backed you up, but not in the way you wanted him to.
“I need this honey farm made now, Phil. Finding the bees is step number one. How else are you going to build the farm if we don’t even have the bees yet!”
“But don’t bees spawn in birch, normal, or flower forests?” you pointed out, and both Phil and Technoblade snapped their heads your way. “What?”
“Heh?” Technoblade spat out. “You knew this and let us wander aimlessly!”
“I thought you knew!” you defended yourself. “I even thought Phil knew too…”
“It never really clicked. But yeah, that makes sense. Bees normally don’t like the cold,” Phil rubbed his neck sheepishly.
“Phil!” Technoblade cried.
“I’m sorry mate!” Phil laughed.
“Let’s go this way!” Technoblade proclaimed, making a sharp turn and headed that way.
“Techno! Let’s use the map! I’m sure we’ll find an oak forest faster than just wandering aimlessly!” Phil bellowed a laugh.
But Technoblade wasn’t listening. He continued on, leaving you and Phil behind, the two of you rolling your eyes.
“Here. I’ll go get him. Just see if there's anything around to get out of the snow.” Phil handed you a rolled up map before sprinting off to where Technoblade went.
“But I don’t know… how to read a map. And you’re gone,” you tried to get out but Phil was gone before you could finish your sentence.
“Sure. Leave the one person who doesn’t know how to fight or know how to read a map alone. By herself. In the cold morning,” you sighed, a shiver running through your body as if the world heard you and a cold, brisk breeze swept the land.
Most of the crows stayed, while some of them followed Phil.
“Whatever. I’ll circle around and see if I can’t fill the map–” you thought out loud, but stopped when you rolled open the map.
It wasn’t empty like most maps should be.
It was filled with bright colors, different shapes, and with different icons. Most of the icons looked familiar. Like the ocean monument. Or the unmistakable icon of a villager, and when you looked closer, there was a village.
“What the fuck?” you whispered. You flipped the map around, expecting to see nothing, but the icons were there with names next to them. And when you turned the map back around, hoping your tired eyes were playing tricks on you and it was actually empty, the bright, different colors and icons were still there.
Bamboozled by the overwhelming colors, you noted the glowing, green arrow pointing west.
The direction you were facing.
You tested it, turning in a full 180 while watching the map. The green arrow followed the way you looked and when you turned back around to face west, it followed once more.
You stared at the map to find the closest forest to find bees. Each color had a small, pixel icon, and one of them looked like a flower. It didn’t look that far, but then again the map was only big enough.
You turned in a circle again, watching as the green arrow followed you and when you were north-west — the direction a flower forest was in — started walking.
The arrow followed as you walked forward, and from above, you heard the crows call out.
But you ignored them, continuing to follow where you were pretty sure a flower forest was.
What else could the icon mean?
The crows followed, and in a very short time, the snow thinned gradually beneath your feet, the white giving way to patches of grass, then dirt. The air changed too, losing its sharp bite, warming just enough that your breath stopped fogging so thickly in front of you, but still a little crisp. Like a cool breeze on an autumn night.
You didn’t get much farther into the forest before fast approaching footsteps came from behind you. Snapping out the daze from the map, you turned harshly around, suddenly holding your breath in fear as to what — or who — was behind you. The crows above cawed and you assumed it was to alarm you about whatever was running your way. So you threw yourself to a tree and quickly climbed it, the compact leaves on the branches hiding you completely.
“Damn it, where is she?” Came Technoblades voice as he and Phil ran past under your tree.
“The crows said she walked off this way. She can’t be that far ahead of us,” Phil huffed as they continued to run.
“I swear, when I find her-”
“I’m right here!” you shouted to them, jumping down from the branch you were on. Phil and Technoblade slid to a stop like two cartoon characters before turning around and seeing you dust off your skirt.
When you looked at them, Phil had a slight grin while Technoblade was harshly glaring.
“I thought you were hunters-“
“What were the rules?" Technoblade interrupts, his voice low, stunning you.
“What?”
“The rules. What are they?”
“Techno,” Phil calmly butts in.
“You can’t be serious,” you said with Phil.
“I’m dead serious. What are they?”
“Phil said I could-“
“Phil knows how to survive,” Technoblade says, his voice flat but still just as pissed.
Phil hesitantly speaks up. “He’s not wrong, but mate, I did tell her to look around.”
“Then don’t,” Technoblade directed at Phil, who raised an eyebrow curiously.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t give orders that get people killed.”
His words pulled at something in you. Like a cold chill through your blood.
“No one's out this far,” Phil rolls his eyes.
“You’re the one who left me behind,” you huffed, trying so hard not to raise your voice.
“That’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point? This whole trip was Phil training me and so you can get bees for some ungodly reason!” You started raising your voice, frustrated at the constant back-and-forth, up-and-down of his emotions.
“The point is that you don’t wander off when you don’t know what’s out there.”
Phil, fed up with being ignored when he’s partially to blame, steps in before this argument blows way out of proportion. “Ok! We’re not doing this in the middle of the woods,” Phil says calmly but firm. “She’s fine. You’re fine. No one died. Let’s keep it that way, alright?”
The silence became deafening to you. Even though you were breathing heavily and so badly wanted to be heard and show Technoblade how unfair he’s being — or has been.
“Next time, you don’t move unless one of us is with you. Got it?” Technoblade breaks the silence, his hard gaze softening a little.
Very little, though.
“Got it?” He asked again when you didn’t respond right away.
You sighed, clenching your jaw in irritation, but nodded anyway.
“Got it.”
“Good! Since we’re all alive and only mildly arguing, where were you headed, exactly,” Phil clapped, questioning you.
“There’s a flower forest this way, just past a plains biome,” you pointed north-west.
“That right?” Phil raised a brow.
You nod, a little more confident. A little less tense.
Technoblade studies you for a long second.
“Alright,” he finally says. “We’ll follow you this time.”
“Wait, really?” you asked, stunned.
“Yeah, you’re the one with the map,” Technoblade ever so slightly eased his tone. “But if you’re wrong, then we lost some daylight and we’ll never trust you again.”
There it is.
You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, instead you did as you were told and led the way, leading them through the forest and before long, the tree line broke free, exposing the great plains.
And just past a valley, was a forest, with different flowers of different colors scattering the ground. The afternoon sun graces the lovely flowers, with shadows creating a beautiful scene under the trees.
“Well look at that,” Technoblade broke the silence, resting his hands on his hips, impressed. “You were right and we haven’t wasted half the day.”
“Is that a compliment, Mr. Blade?” you dared to tease, breaking your eyes from the scenery and up to the Piglin next to you.
“Nah,” Technoblade drew out, also staring at you with a cheeky grin.
“I think that was,” Phil chimed in, startling you a little as he snuck up to your left.
“Me giving compliments? Never.”
“I think you’re going soft,” Phil teased.
“Who me? For a woman? What a preposterous thought.”
“C’mon!” you grinned. “Denial is a very convincing look on you.”
“Let’s collect these bees before nightfall!” Technoblade shouted, completely ignoring you and descending the small mountain they stood on top of.
Phil laughed and you giggled as you followed the Brute.
When your group found the first bee, you froze for a second, staring at it like your brain had short-circuited, briefly comparing it to Journey 2: The Mysterious Island, where the world stopped obeying its own rules.
But this was starting to become normal, in a way that felt less like learning and more like remembering.
And for a good portion of the day, the two men followed bees around, finding their nests when the bees collected enough pollen.
The first nest Technoblade broke with his pickaxe angered the bees, stinging at the Brute who ran away while screaming like a little girl.
Of course, his antics made you and Phil burst out laughing.
“You have to put a campfire under it so the smoke rises and calms them down,” you explained once they found another nest, and Technoblade wasted no time in making a campfire.
When the two worked together to place a campfire under the nest, and broke it with their pickaxes, the bees didn’t attack, and stayed inside the nest as Technoblade stuffed it in his pouch.
After that, the boys continue collecting more bees, while you decide to relax a little, stopping to smell the flowers; tulips of many colors, poppies, dandelions, and some lily of the valley.
Some bees that managed to escape from Phil and Technoblade hovered around, landing on the flowers and collecting pollen around you, but you didn’t mind. You know bees don’t attack unless provoked.
The sun had reached its peak when you started to get hot, your clothes designed to withstand the harsh cold of the tundra, not the blazing hot of the warmer biome.
You could take your cape off to ease the heat, you were worried about Phil.
While Niki had let you know that Phil knew about you, you weren't sure if he knew about the wings, or the possibility of magic.
Technoblade had promised you that anyone who saw your wings wouldn’t hesitate to get their hands on them. And while you remembered Phil from the real world and his character, that was without you.
Now you are here.
And you wondered; would these wings mean more to take than Phil’s loyalty to Technoblade?
“Damn, it’s getting hot,” Phil complained, taking off his blue over-coat, and his giant, black wings snapping out like a rubber band returning to its original shape.
”Nah,” Technoblade held out, “You’re just weak. This is nothing compared to the Nether.”
“Don’t remind me,” Phil groaned, stuffing his over-coat in his pouch.
You stayed lying on the ground while listening to the hybrids, trying to enjoy the sun, but with the rising temperatures and your thick clothing, it was hard to enjoy it.
“Hey, aren’t you getting hot?” Phil asked, making you open your eyes to look at the crow hybrid.
“Hmm?” You pressed. “A little, but not too bad. I’ll be fine.”
“If you’re hot, take off your cape. It’ll cool you down a little until nightfall.”
“Oh, um,” you hesitated, tilting your head back to glance at Technoblade.
“Go ahead. You can trust Phil,” Technoblade shrugged his shoulders, acting like it wasn’t your choice to trust Phil.
You thought for a long minute, before deciding you wanted to enjoy the sun. So you sat up, unclasping the chain under your chin and shrugged your cape off.
Immediately the warmth of the air hit your wings, but it wasn’t like the tundra. Your wings sagged a little more and your shoulders slumped at the warming sensation.
And immediately, you rolled onto your stomach, sighing as the sun beat directly down on your wings.
Like this biome is where you're meant to be.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Phil asked without looking at you, watching as a bee collects pollen to follow it to its hive, and you hummed in agreement.
Quickly, with the sun beating down on you and the humming of bees started to make you sleepy. Before long, you had started drifting off, and the last thing you heard was Phil say, “I think she’s had enough training for a break. Let her have it, mate.”
And the warm arms of one of them lifting you up.
The birds and the bees joke will return in the next chapter (I think, but soon regardless).
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