omg this lowkey is flopping on tiktok so i’m posting it here 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢
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omg this lowkey is flopping on tiktok so i’m posting it here 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢
Cry
it's still 26 in the house (downstairs!! upstairs is worse!!) and i'm thinking about c!rivals duo trying to cool down and c!techno explaining how there's nothing better than a good mud bath and c!dream saying he's crazy, that's so weird, techno. and techno definitely gives him some line about it being pig culture and dream stutters long enough for techno to just toss him in the dang mud which absolutely devolves into a mud fight that they take very seriously.
Thing I made up I like making things up
I liked the comment techno made on one stream where he talked about c!technos voices and then Phil’s comment of like “you got better at ignoring them” . Made me ponder. What if he didn’t fight them off, and just succumbed to the voices as the Blood God intended,.., he runs off for a while and does his own shit but I’m debating he comes back to meet various old friends at some point. Yeah hey Phil I’m back also I’m not in control of ,y own body but I miss you. Hey. Teeth teeth teeth gnash teeth terth
Always loved a more animalistic c!techno shoutout animalistic traits in people gotta be one of y, favorite tropes . Tommy says some shit like “I ☝️ have the blade” and techno bursts out of nowhere and massacres a crowd. He also BARELY stops before going after Tommy but he ignores that
Remembered the orphan tears animation meme and thought about a jjba animation I could do. Then i thought again boy do I have the perfect character
@simplepotatofarmer o7
DSMP urges actively returning as Halloween approaches and I have an excuse to dawn a C!Techno cosplay/costume
Ranboo inhaled a sharp breath as he looked down at the photo Sam had handed him.
"Take off your armor," Sam ordered, slowly drawing his sword.
A shiver ran down Ranboo's spine.
He took a steadying breath and began unfastening each piece of armor, never taking his eyes off Sam.
Everything around them was chaos.
Techno had broken him out.
And Dream...
Why had Techno broken Dream out?
After everything he'd done?
Now they were all standing outside the prison, with nowhere left to run.
Ranboo finished removing the last piece of armor. He had no way to defend himself now, but that didn't matter.
Not when the people he loved were on the line.He knew Sam was powerful, and there wasn't much Sam wouldn't do to keep Dream inside that prison.
The moment the armor hit the ground, Sam stepped behind him and pressed the edge of his sword against Ranboo's throat.
Ranboo flinched as the cold metal bit into his skin."Techno!" Sam shouted, drawing everyone's attention. "Get Dream to come back."
Ranboo tried to stay calm. Tried not to panic.
A thin line of warmth trickled down his neck.
BloodAcross the courtyard, Techno froze.His eyes widened as he realized what was happening.
Without thinking, he charged toward them, sword already in hand.
"Don't!" Ranboo wanted to yell.
Sam yanked Ranboo backward, dragging the blade deeper across his neck.
Ranboo hissed as fresh pain bloomed through his throat, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.
This was how he was going to die.
He didn't want to die.
He really, really didn't want to die
He had a husband
He had a son waiting at home
Then his gaze drifted back to the photograph still clutched in his shaking hand.
The reason Sam had chosen him.
The reason none of this could be allowed to happen.
If his death meant they would be safe...
Then it was worth it."Listen, listen!" Techno said quickly, stopping in his tracks and raising his hands. "Just—"
"Technoblade," Sam interrupted, his voice frighteningly calm, "tell Dream to stay... or he dies."
There wasn't a hint of hesitation.
No bluff
."Dream doesn't care!" Techno pleaded. "He doesn't care!"
Ranboo couldn't remember the last time he'd heard Techno sound so desperate.
"You have the wrong hostage!" Techno shouted. "I care!"
For the first time, fear flashed across Techno's face.
Then, in one swift motion—
The sword moved.
Ranboo crumpled to the ground.
The world became distant.
Somewhere nearby, Techno was screaming no in the distance He wanted to go save Ranboo but the others were trying to kill him, techno had to leave.
Trying to save him.It wasn't enough.
His ears rang.
His vision blurred, then darkened at the edges.
His final thought wasn't about the pain.
It wasn't about the prison.
It wasn't even about Dream
It was about home
About Michael
About Tubbo
He hoped they would be safe.
He hoped they would know...
He would choose them again.
Every single time.
~♡︎~♡︎~♡︎~
"Oh, hey, Techno! How are you?" Tubbo chimed as he opened the door
."Hello, Tubbo," Techno greeted quietly.
Tubbo frowned."What brings you over—"
"Tubbo..." Techno interrupted.
"Did you know Ranboo?"
"...Yeah?" he replied, giving Techno a confused look. "He's my husband."
Why was Techno asking that?
Techno looked down at the ground for a moment before speaking.
"Yesterday, I was scouting around the prison when I saw Sam taking Ranboo inside."
The smile slipped from Tubbo's face."What?" Tubbo said confused
What happened?
"I..." Techno rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't really know how to say this."
A knot formed in Tubbo's stomach.
"Today, I broke into the prison to rescue Ranboo... and Dream."He paused, taking a shaky breath.
"We got out, but..."The words caught in his throat.
Techno stepped forward and gently rested a hand on Tubbo's shoulder.
"I'm sorry."Tubbo's heart began to race. "...Techno?"
Techno finally forced himself to meet Tubbo's eyes.
"Sam killed Ranboo."
Tubbo stared at him, unblinking.
No.
No,
that wasn't right.
Ranboo...
Ranboo was dead?
How?
Why?
Tubbo shoved Techno's hand away.
"What do you mean he died?" he asked, his voice cracking.
The words echoed over and over in his mind.
Sam killed Ranboo.
Sam killed Ranboo.
Sam killed Ranboo.
Techno reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out the photograph.
"He was holding this..." he said quietly. "When he died."
He placed it into Tubbo's trembling hands."Do you know what it means?" Techno asked softly.
Tubbo stared at the photograph.
His fingers tightened around its worn edges.
It was a picture of Michael.
His breath caught in his throat
."...Michael?" he whispered.
His eyes widened as the realization settled over him.
His knees suddenly felt weak.
"Who's Michael?" Techno asked quietly.
Tubbo's grip tightened on the photo.
"Our son," he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.Silence filled the room.
Techno's expression fell.Tubbo stumbled backward, tears burning in his eyes.
No.
No.
No
no,
no...
NO
This couldn't be happening.
How?
His husband...
The father of his son...
Gone.
His legs gave out beneath him.
He collapsed onto the floor, clutching the photograph tightly against his chest.
He hadn't been there.
He hadn't gotten to say goodbye.
A broken sob escaped his lips as the reality finally crashed over him.
Ranboo wasn't coming home.