Nymos

Author of "Test My Worth In Blood"

[nymos-posts]

Hullo, I'm Nymos, fic writer, artist and professional lurker (they/them).

I created this tumblr account in order to not flood my mutuals with technoblade x reader content.

I'm currently writing "Test My Worth In Blood", a superhero au, enemies to lovers and x reader fic!

Anyways, you'll find my art under #my art and my writing under #my writing.

Hope you enjoy your stay!

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When will you post chapter two? Also, is there a set schedule for when you post other chapters or is it just whenever you finish writing a chapter?

I'll post it as soon as I'm done with it yeah :3 It's gonna be fluffy!

I don't really have a set schedule, though I hope I'll stay consistent hehe

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Test My Worth In Blood, Chapter 1

It was supposed to be a simple mission, a quick in and out.

There were supposed to be less men, less powers, less dangers.

Hero Commission had assured you that you’d be home on time, and despite being dead on your feet you accepted like you had a choice.

You wish you hadn’t.

Number one hero or not, having a run in with the drug cartel that ran the underworld of L’manburg was not good.

This was your end.

After they had spotted you, you tried to flee, but someone apparently had underestimated how difficult it would be for a winged hybrid to leave the tight ventilation channels. You were trapped and as the members of the cartel dragged you out, your vision faded into nothingness after a fist had connected with your head.

So now you were here, tied to a chair, wings at the very least sprained and unable to properly feel your legs. You lost feeling after the first half hour of you being properly awake. If you had to guess, it was probably due to your quite uncomfortable seating position.

You were in a dingy and freezing basement, only artificial light illuminating the empty room and guard at your door. All your attempts to talk to him and convince him to free you failed, so your only option was to wait for a rescue team.

If they came.

Despite your ranking, you weren’t exactly great friends with a lot of people in the hero force. Only Royal and Dream really counted, maybe Red Chaos too. But the paperwork needed to approve a mission with such a high risk could take weeks. You needed to survive until then.

It certainly had been a few days, if you judged by your hunger and resulting headache. Your wounds struggled to close despite your rather accelerated healing, the continuous torture at the hands of your captors adding salt to the wound. Not enough to break you, but enough for you to cry whenever you heard steps outside the door.

You didn’t have the information they were looking for, utterly unfamiliar with the ship routes of the harbor, but that did not dissuade them. Maybe the took a sick kind of joy from this.

Pain clawed its’ way through the cotton that stuffed your head, a welcome distraction from the nothingness in your heart. You had missed the last few days of medication, the sudden withdrawal inking your thoughts black.

All you could hope for was a swift end. However, if the rumors were to be believed, you’d end up at the feet of some rich guy, sold like a pet. Would you fetch a higher price than what the Hero Commission had paid for you?

You tensed up before you knew why.

Footsteps.

Oh god. They were back. Had they brought the drills again?

But...something felt off. The footsteps were too fast, like someone was running.

A sudden scream interrupted your thoughts. The door flung open, and you saw him.

Big, burly frame that took up nearly the entire door frame. Pink fur, bloodstained, sharp tusks coming out of his snout. His red eyes seemed to glow in the dim light like an omen.

His axe was smeared in red, dripping onto the floor.

This was so much worse. They had gotten your executioner, your worst nemesis.

The Blood God.

You were as good as dead.

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You locked eyes, but he looked shocked.

With a swift movement, he swung his weapon at your guard and scattered his brains over the wall. If you had anything in your stomach at all, you surely would’ve fought to keep it in your body at the sight.

Good god, you were next. He would swipe your head off, or chop you to bits while you screamed-

The ropes binding you loosened.

Huh?

You turned your head around, trying to decipher what on earth was going on. Behind you knelt Blood God, fiddling with the ropes until he took his dagger and simply cut them.

To reiterate: Huh???

“Get up.”

Never did his voice fail to raise goosebumps on your arms; too much did you associate his gruff baritone with the foul smell of death and agonized screams.

You hauled ass, trying to get as far away from the danger as you could, but your feet weren’t cooperating. Falling flat on your face, you cursed your frail body. A deep, annoyed sigh behind you was the only warning before you were picked up like a particularly misbehaving cat.

He just manhandled you like it was nothing! Just how strong was he?!

As his shoulder dug into your side. your now elevated vantage-point gave you the opportunity to overview the situation: Blood, gore, bits of innards.

The rest of the Syndicate was nowhere to be seen. Where they even here?

Blood God carried you out of the room, through some floors and halls and what-nots. How the hell did he know where to go? You’d already lost track after the first three corners you rounded.

“Can you type?”, his annoyed voice ripped you out of your musings.

You wiggled your fingers.

Yes! you told him. His ear twitched.

Letting go of you with one hand, he quickly fished out his phone and gave it to you.

“Call someone to pick you up. I ain’t stickin’ around.”

Doing as he told you, you punched in Royal’s number and listened to the beeps patiently. He picked up after the second ring.

“-ello, Blood God? What is happening? Where are you?”

You interrupted him with a “Nice to see you too.”

“Guardian? You OK? Where are you right now?”

Good question.

You poked Blood God’s shoulder.

“Where are we?”

“Brighton street 25, the old warehouse has an underground cellar we’re in.”

As you relayed the information to your fellow hero, you ordered him to bring you something to eat, God knows you were starving.

Royal was on his way, so you could focus on other important things, like food. And your weapons. Speaking of which.

“Have you seen my weapons?”

“If I had, I’d keep them as payment. You owe me a favor, and a big one at that.” Bastard. You could hear the self-satisfied smile in his voice.

“How do you even know where we’re going? It all looks the same.”

Blabbering his ear off wasn’t something a smart person would do, but c’mon. You had no one to talk to in the time you were kidnapped, so you welcomed the entertainment. As far as you could call being slung over your arch-nemesis’ shoulder like a potato sack “entertainment”.

He huffed.

“I’m the human GPS. I always know where I am.”

You sent him a flat look, which your helmet effectively blocked. You decided to mentally transfer the feeling of being judged to him.

“Stop that.”

Just as you were about to retort, you stopped in front of an elevator door. Freedom!

Blood God had to duck to enter the elevator, and you would’ve laughed if you hadn’t almost hit your head along with him.

As you stood in the ungodly slow elevator, you took inventory of your body.

You noted your rising irritability, which you chalked up to your hunger and general pain-level. Maybe the withdrawal of your meds.

Everything hurt, even muscles you didn’t even know existed.

This was not good. So you poked Blood God.

How did you even know I was here?

“I didn’t. Also, stop pokin’ me.”

You huffed, not that he could hear it.

Why rescue me?

He was quiet for a second too long

“Didn’t wanna deal with the hero replacing you.”

Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Sunlight flooded your face, too used to the artificial lights.

You were dumped unceremoniously. Blood God just strode off into the light, not even sparing a glance towards your crumpled form. Asshole.

Swift footsteps approached you, Royal’s mask popping into you filed of vision.

You could relax, you were safe. He picked you up, struggling, and got you to his car.

“Let’s get you home.”

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chapter 1 is out!

Lets gooooooo

[nymos-posts]

Is the fic on ao3 or tumblr or somewhere else? I came across one if the posts about it and after reading the short drabble im invested! I love techno x reader especially the super hero aus!

Hii! It's currently on tumblr, I'm finishing up the first chapter (tho I got sidetracked writing smut for it lmao) and then posting it to both tumblr and Ao3!

Thank you for your interest hehe :3

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A reference sheet for our dear Reader, Guardian :)

Ofc you can picture whatever you want, but this is how they look like in my mind!

(Also tumblr ate the quality grr)

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Ohhhh getting into the Techno whump who is with me

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I love the shock collars methinks

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Okay so a little infodump about "Test My Worth In Blood". Kinda directly inspired by "Hush Now" so if you've read the fic, there'll be similarities.

Dunno how much I'll get into it, but reader is a hybrid (duh) and people are discriminated based on the mob they're hybrids off.

Reader has luck, as they're winged and look like an angel (something they use to their advantage).

Heroes are treated like celebrities, so many of reader's collegues are only there for the status and the money. A fact that they severely dislike.

Their hero name is "The Guardian" since they y'know. Guard the city of L'manburg and all. Very creative I know ahaahsgsaga.

The Blood God is public enemy #1 and archnemesis of reader, they locked eyes once (1) and instantly found each other at their throats.

Anyways if you wanna know more, lemme know!

[ushiimushiio]

It finally happens yall after I totally didn’t fumble the first time 😜

@uunoia

[uunoia]

now get him pregnant

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Ohhhh getting into the Techno whump who is with me

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I love the shock collars methinks

[flanchoir]

Teeth inspection

For @careecent, this did not happen in the fic... Personal addition for tension, kinda ooc😇

I will just drop this, no more yapping: slight suggestive, maybe?

oops I drop this one too..

It happened so suddenly, one of his hands settled in on your face, cradling your cheeks and letting your jaw sit in his palm.

Technoblade did not say anything when you finally put all your attention on him, like he was more fixated on something you have rather than telling you what's his deal. You're confused, it was not a casual touch- where he usually teaches you lessons, nor an awkward one.

But his gaze remained on your mouth, and before you can ask a question.. His thumbs pressed on your lower lip, from squeezing your cheeks to feeling it. This feels too intimate, but you can't get yourself to break it up, at least not yet.

You tried to think of this as something usual that he does, the one where he playfully or rather mock how soft your face is. "Never looking like someone who could kill" He often says. He does often do that, you suppose.

But as often he is making fun of you, he does treat you the best he can express, often sincere and means well.

This does not explain why his thumb is now prying to open your mouth without hurting you, gently and in one hand— this is getting weirder but you never objected and it's giving you a feeling that you thought that has died already.

For someone who pushes people away, never too close to anybody.. You sure are letting the harbinger do it huh, may your ancestors fail to spite you at this moment.

And when you look at his eyes, you do see him putting up a stoic stare. Although his eyes betrayed it, far more mesmerised staring at your opening mouth, feeling up your canines.

It will never go end good for the both of you.. and with mixed feelings you bite in before shoving his hand away from your face, free from your heating face, free from your hammering heart, free from opening chest that you know only leads to more heartbreak.

Out of everything that you are used to, you are familiar with avoidance. Despite the longing in your guts, you still pushed him away: he's the harbringer, remember?

You can only look at him unsure if you offend the man, but he only gives you that.. look of understanding, still techno reasons "you bite so softly, is this how you attack?-" He chuckles,

"Despite biting me, your bite holds no weight, didn't even sink deep enough. Might be just a nibble to me" You didn't tell him the reason why, all you can do is avert your eyes and acting annoyed.

He knows, but he still chooses to taste. Ache, and unspoken feelings is something he can settle down- anything to loosen your guard.

You taste so bittersweet.

The orig. idea sketch.

[careecent]

OH MY GOD

THE THE THE THE????????

His hand on her jaw, the way she’s slowly starting to blush in each panel?? HER TEETH????

THE FINGERS IN HER MOUTH ??????

BRO

DUDE SHES SO CUTE BLUSHING THAT INTENSELY

And Techno licking his thumb after she pushes him away 😦😦

HOELY SHIT

THE COLORS AND THE FLOWERS IN THE BACKGROUND

AND THE WRITING OH MY GOD

“You taste so bittersweet”

Oh this is so peak

SO PEAK

ILY THANK YOU FOR MAKINF THIS

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Ohhhh getting into the Techno whump who is with me

[uunoia]

technoblade who can never find the right words or the right time to kiss you properly so at every given opportunity he kisses you on the cheek, or on your forehead for the littlest things.

After an intense training session you’re wiping sweat from your brow while catching your breath. Laughing because Techno absolutely destroyed you as per usual and he mutters to himself about ‘skill issue’ this and ‘i’ve seen toddlers put up a better fight’ that.

You shove at him lightly.

Before he can overthink it however, before the panic of ‘is this the right time?’ settles in, he reaches down, cups the back of your head gently and presses a quiet kiss to your forehead.

It’s so brief, so instinctive, but there’s sincerity in it. As if he means to show you respect in the only language he fully trusts himself to speak.

You don’t necessarily mind it of course, you find it kind of adorable. Big, scary Techno giving you cheeky kisses here and there. Techno’s not exactly naturally verbal with affection, and what’s good friendship without a little love or admiration shown anyway?

But is this a Technoblade thing? Or a piglin thing? It’s hard to tell.

Techno immediately clears his throat.

“Good fight.”

Later when he comes back to the cabin, arms full of supplies from the village and his broad shoulders dusted with snow, he sees you by the fire.

The exhaustion in his shoulders eases, his eyes warm and his breath settles. Before he even says hello, he leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek. It just comes naturally for Techno when he’s overwhelmed with quiet affection and has absolutely no idea how to express it properly.

Maybe you repair his cloak without him asking, or randomly leave food waiting for him when he gets back, or patch up his hands after a fight, some small acts of care like that. And Techno just stares at you for a second too long and the feelings build up too fast in his chest, all warm and tight and impossible to verbalize.

So he’d reach for your hand, those big, rough, scarred fingers of his carefully lifting yours. He’d bow his head slightly and press a slow kiss against your knuckles.

And you chuckle slightly, blushing and waving him off. Totally not utterly flattered by it.

One time however, after you’ve both narrowly escaped a huge battle, Techno’s armor is cracked, one pauldron hanging half-off by a leather strap, blood slipping steadily down his side beneath it. His sword arm shakes faintly from exhaustion.

You’re panicking, but focused on helping him.

“Sit down,” you snap the second you both reach cover beneath the trees.

Techno leans against a ruined stone wall instead, breathing hard.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I noticed.”

There’s dirt on your face, blood on your sleeve that isn’t even yours, your hands searching your inventory for potions.

But he catches your wrist.

“What are you doing?” You blink up at him, frustrated. “You need healing—”

“I know.” His voice is lower than usual, roughened by smoke, exhaustion and too many close calls to count.

He almost lost you twice during that battle, once when the explosion threw you off your feet, again when someone got too close behind you and he barely intercepted in time.

And now the adrenaline is wearing off leaving something heavier behind.

You’re still trying to fuss over him, hands moving toward the torn armor again.

But he’s looking at you strangely now, not dazed but overwhelmed, like the fact you’re here at all is hitting him all at once. Alive, breathing and only looking at him.

His grip on your wrist softens.

Then slowly, almost uncertainly for once in his life, he pulls you closer.

You stumble a little against his chest, still trying to scold him. But he pulls you in until you’re practically straddling his lap as his arms come around over your shoulders and your waist and he kisses your lips. A real kiss born from too much adrenaline and the horrifying realization that he could have lost you a few minutes ago.

You go completely still in his arms, kissing him in return.

Techno’s hand comes up to cradle the side of your face almost instinctively, rough thumb brushing dirt from your cheek while he kisses you like he’s trying to reassure himself you’re actually here. 

When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard now.

You just stare at him for a second, stunned.

Techno looks equally startled by his own actions, like his body acted before the rest of him caught up. The tips of his ears are red despite the blood loss.

“…my bad.”

You let out one incredulous laugh, but you’re smiling now, breathless and disbelieving and fond in a way that makes his chest ache worse than the injury does.

Then your instincts immediately return, you grab his face firmly.

“Stay down, I'll stop the bleeding.”

Techno actually obeys this time.

Mostly because he’s still too busy thinking about the fact he finally kissed you properly… and now he may never emotionally recover from it.

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Test My Worth In Blood - snippet

It was supposed to be a simple mission, a quick in and out.

There were supposed to be less men, less powers, less dangers.

Hero Commission had assured you that you’d be home on time, and despite being dead on your feet you accepted like you had a choice.

You wish you hadn’t.

Number one hero or not, having a run in with the drug cartel that ran the underworld of L’manburg was not good.

This was your end.

After they had spotted you, you tried to flee, but someone apparently had underestimated how difficult it would be for a winged hybrid to leave the tight ventilation channels. You were trapped and as the members of the cartel dragged you out, your vision faded into nothingness after a fist had connected with your head.

So now you were here, tied to a chair, wings at the very least sprained and unable to properly feel your legs. You lost feeling after the first half hour of you being properly awake. If you had to guess, it was probably due to your quite uncomfortable seating position.

You were in a dingy and freezing basement, only artificial light illuminating the empty room and guard at your door. All your attempts to talk to him and convince him to free you failed, so your only option was to wait for a rescue team.

If they came.

Despite your ranking, you weren’t exactly great friends with a lot of people in the hero force. Only Royal and Dream really counted, maybe Red Chaos too. But the paperwork needed to approve a mission with such a high risk could take weeks. You needed to survive until then.

It certainly had been a few days, if you judged by your hunger and resulting headache. Your wounds struggled to close despite your rather accelerated healing, the continuous torture at the hands of your captors adding salt to the wound. Not enough to break you, but enough for you to cry whenever you heard steps outside the door.

You didn’t have the information they were looking for, utterly unfamiliar with the ship routes of the harbor, but that did not dissuade them. Maybe the took a sick kind of joy from this.

Pain clawed its’ way through the cotton that stuffed your head, a welcome distraction from the nothingness in your heart. You had missed the last few days of medication, the sudden withdrawal inking your thoughts black.

All you could hope for was a swift end. However, if the rumors were to be believed, you’d end up at the feet of some rich guy, sold like a pet. Would you fetch a higher price than what the Hero Commission had paid for you?

You tensed up before you knew why.

Footsteps.

Oh god. They were back. Had they brought the drills again?

But...something felt off. The footsteps were too fast, like someone was running.

A sudden scream interrupted your thoughts. The door flung open, and you saw him.

Big, burly frame that took up nearly the entire door frame. Pink fur, bloodstained, sharp tusks coming out of his snout. His red eyes seemed to glow in the dim light like an omen.

His axe was smeared in red, dripping onto the floor.

This was so much worse. They had gotten your executioner, your worst nemesis.

The Blood God.

You were as good as dead.

@uunoia thank you for the encouragement :3

[uunoia]

Got inspired by your absolutely peak fanfic!! Here's MC and Techno cuddling :3 (I used a base for this)

AAAAUUHHHH THE JOINT SLEEPY HANDS

NNNGHHH I CANNOT HOLD IT IN ANYMORE I JS WANNA

[stellar-cassiopee]

Techno loves to act as a weighted blanket by the way. He loves nothing more than to cuddle close on colder mornings.

And if it ends up in sleepy spooning sex, he’s not complaining

[glazsirok]

hell yeah.

the source image is below