#c!techza

[ks1971]

Happy yaoiween!

day 2: frankenstein/transformation

[cordiwinkswinsagain]

I'll go with Techza cause I am a sucker for old men that would follow each other to the end of the world, would commit war crimes together and overall just love each other very much.

Truly I have very little to say on techza. Their dynamic is fun to me but there’s not a spark there that really sets me off. I think of them as a pair a lot, not romantically but as like roommates moreso. actually yeah. To me techza are the roommates of all time genuinely while im not incredibly intrigued by their characters’ dynamic in general I think they’re hilarious and I would be completely sat for the techza comedy show. I’m firmly on the side that they are not romantic, because I think that would sully the friendship in general, BUT

I think in the canon of dsmp Phil and Techno truly only have each other in kind of a visceral sense. Phil likes to have a pretend dollhouse life with lots of friends while not really feeling fulfilled by any of them and Techno tries to isolate himself, but in the end they are immortals whi can only relate to each other. Like they’re two best friends who escaped a cult and only the other can understand.

But at the same time they’re roommates in a romcom. Are we understanding

[skullandfeathers]

“The ice angel of the Antarctic Empire, the most sought-after omega on the market, but sadly he is married to the former olympic ice skater Philza Minecraft”

[zethsnex]

If your still taking requests dreamzablade cuddling or having some spicy moments?

A bit of both anon

Kinda

They’re eppy and having a nice moment with each other

[almost-correct-quotes]

do you think when techno said "for you, the world, phil" he knew he was putting every gay loser watching in an early grave

[eurussssssssssssssss]

[maaayhaps]

I got inspired, so...

Techza au where Techno is a farmer. He is just a farmer. Nothing special, actually. He has a little plot of land, a few animals and some good crops he sells for cheap. He doesn't need much.

Except one day, his animals start dying.

He finds it weird. Maybe it's wolves? But his region didn't have the necessary fauna for wolves. Coyotes? Maybe, but that didn't seem likely - he got big dogs.

Then his crops start getting weaker. The soil gets bad. He becomes desperate. Until one day he comes home and finds...

Well, he finds Phil. Or whatever Phil is. He looks human, but also looks wrong. And he is hungry. Very hungry.

And honestly? Techno could use the hand. Could use the company. So Phil stays.

So yeah! Farmer x Eldritch Abomination Beyond Human Comprehension.

[spookytechza]

DAY ONE; STALKER/SLASHER

The stillness of the night clung to the ruins, the remnants of ash and charred wood scattered across the ground like the bones of a long-dead creature. For months, It laid asleep - its walls crumbling, its once-proud windows now dark, devoid of the eyes that had once peered into the world. But now, beneath the suffocating silence, something stirred. A pulse; soft at first, like a whisper through the floorboards, as if a faint tremor of life returned to Its long-ignored joints.

The floorboards groaned, stretching after a long slumber. The smell of dampness and decay filled the air where fire had once scorched. The wind began to stir, but it was not the same wind. It carried with it a new chill, a promise of something darker, something... hungrier. Slowly, the charred beams groaned under their weight as the roof creaked, shifting back into shape with a low, aching sound. Like a waking giant, the cabins stood still against the cold, dark tundra. Its oppressive trees cornering from all sides.

Then came the whispers, faint at first, like the rustling of dry leaves at the edge of a forest. Voices. Soft at first, rising like steam from the earth. They approached, unaware, their footsteps as light as shadows upon the dirt. It felt them - each tentative footstep. Each sigh. The familiar pulse of life.

Trespassers.

They were drawn to it, to it, to the cabins' pulse like moths to flame. How the houses had waited for this. Waited for the return of those who would feed it once again.

The old familiar weight of their presence pressed against the walls, and It stirred with anticipation. Closer now. It could feel the heat of their bodies as they crossed its threshold, the air thick with their unease. Their hearts beat in time with the creaking floor, and their breath quickened with every step. They would stay. It was only a matter of time.

And so, as the travelers crossed its threshould, the cabins began their stalking. It had woken. It had risen once more. Yet another year.

— Phil's Cabin