(safe vore: giant!philza, tiny!technoblade + tiny!sneegsnag)
The whole story was about ~8k words, but I shortened it to 800 words to show the main events. So consider this as a short version of this au :D
TW: safe vore, willing vore (kinda), unwilling vore, swearing, mention digestation, fear of being digested.
Notes: I read somewhere that in an old version of English, there was a word 'hap', like 'to hap on smb.', which meant 'to accidentally meet someone'. And when I was thinking of an abbreviation or a short tag for my au, the name HAP AU sounded funny in my head. Because it fits this story. And now you'll find out why.
So let's get started!
The world is built at the level of the Middle Ages. Techno is an aspiring healer and renowned herbalist. He earned money by selling hand-made herbal medicines. Practicing both traditional medicine and techniques he had read in foreign books. Which were quite expensive.
So most of his earnings were spent on research and new books. And overall he was satisfied with his life, but he wouldn't mind some extra money. Because he was getting tired of dealing with visitors. And he just wants to do his own things alone.
One of the sleepless nights, his old friend – a professional thief and rascal, Sneegsnag, comes to his doorstep. Who offers him quick money, namely to find an ancient artifact. Thanks to the Sneeg’s persuasion and the temptation of quick money, Techno reluctantly agrees.
They faced difficulties and dangers inside an ancient tomb, where a reward awaited them. Eventually, they had to split up in order to escape alive. Techno 'got lucky' and escaped with the artifact in his hands, but he stumbled (kinda cartoon movement but still funny).
And Techno watched in horror as the artifact fell into the mouth of the damn sleeping naga man! The naga instinctively swallowed it and continued sleeping!
Techno was on the verge of turning around and going home, but after some hesitation, he still descended into the ravine where the naga slept.
And how surprised Philza was. Of course, humans woke him up by sneaking attacks while he was trying to bask in the sun or sleep. But this man was poking him in the belly with a stick. What the fuck?
Phil lifted Techno by his clothes, leaving him dangling helplessly in mid-air. "Ha-ha, hello...Um- funny story! And if you don't kill me, I'm willing to tell you about it." And Phil was curious, but when Techno got to the part about the artifact, the naga told him frankly that the human would have to take it by himself. Because of how small it was compared to the naga.
Of course, Techno wasn't happy and tried to find out if the naga was lying.
Philza simply said, "If I wanted to eat you, I'd have already. Take it yourself or go home before I change my mind." He has a point, but Techno was still scared. Because this was a BIG deal after all. His life was potentially in danger.
Despite Philza's words, Techno decides to protect himself and do something nice for the naga to reduce the chance of being digested even further. They talk a bit more, and Phil admits he can't get rid of the swords in his stomach. Techno agrees to safely retrieve them so they don't further traumatize the naga from within.
So, after a few humiliating screams and new trauma, Techno finally reaches the stomach. He finds what he was looking for and does what he promised the naga.
Phil says he feels the other human approaching.
And at that moment, something shifts in Techno's mind, and he asks Philza to scare Sneeg. Phil laughs and calls Techno vindictive, but the herbalist doesn't care. He was tired, and after everything he'd gone through today, he couldn't let Sneeg miss out on such an ‘unforgettable’ experience.
For Sneeg, everything is much more traumatic, and he apologizes to Techno in stomach for putting them both in danger. Finally, the herbalist admits it's a prank, and Philza releases them.
Later, Techno visits naga for purely 'medical' purposes, but Phil simply enjoys holding the human in his stomach while he's being 'checked.' After a while, they begin to argue, and Techno insists that he's not just 'someone who can be alive in his stomach,' but a friend.
Since Philza grew up in an unfair, cruel, and wild environment, he has to rethink some things. And Techno has to suppress his fear and hope that he sounds convincing enough to keep their friendship from becoming one-sided.
At some point, Philza realizes that he likes Techno as a person. He listens to all Techno's chatter about herbs and sometimes finds something of interest. And the naga begins to care for the human in his own way.
One day, Techno was so exhausted that he didn't notice Phil sneaking up on him. He screamed as warm breath hit him in the back.
While Techno was complaining, Phil noticed how shitty the human looked. “When did you sleep last?”
Herbalist tried to awkwardly get out of the conversation, but Philza insisted that he needed rest.
So Technoblade ended up trying to sleep in naga's stomach, shutting himself off from all the worries that awaited him. He said, “Now I have an official excuse for missing work.”
Philza chuckled, “Consider it a day off.” Naga put his hand on the place where Techno was lying. “Have a good rest, mate.”
That's all!
Basically, Philza always considered humans as weak creatures when they were alone, but he didn't intentionally hunt them. However, some of them provoke a fight, and then you know their fates :]
I enjoyed writing about the idea that someone could literally trust their own life to a stranger (especially a predator). And Techno taught Philza to notice small details that are also important. Sometimes he regrets that Phil has become so observant and can catch him in a lie more quickly.
Anyway! If I missed a trigger warning or tag, let me know!
Hopefully I'll return to publishing g/t stories soon, but I don't think I'll be publishing about vore often. (‘cause it's not that popular, and most of it will remain in drafts)
The sequel to OH MY GODS THEY WERE ROOMMATES?! also posted on AO3. It’s been like two years but here we goooooo!
TWs: Fear of death, Spiders. 3.8 Words
Wilbur is having an absolute *field day*. He tripped and dropped a whole bundle of firewood, got stuck in a spiderweb and nearly eaten, oh and then he was also captured by a human. IT WAS FANTASTIC! Then he met his soulmate who APPARENTLY defies the laws of the universe because rules are meant to be broken I guess!
Soulmates; for some they’re lovers, for some they’re best friends. Either way they are meant to be inseparable pairs. Everyone’s got one; that one person with whom you’re supposed to spend your life with. They’re tied together with a metaphorical string, fate pulling them closer and closer together until the day they finally meet. Both bear matching marks on their wrists and have the ability to message each other by writing on their arm.
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Wilbur considered himself a very skilled borrower, a very well-educated borrower. With this information you may be wondering, how exactly did he find himself trapped in the sticky web of a garden spider? It’s a very short story. Unfortunately, this house was not the most ideal for a borrower, but it was his home, and moving was a lot of work. The biggest flaw was that it had children.
A very loud, rambunctious teenager with an unfortunate fascination with bugs, insects, and mud. Meaning it spent most of its time running around the yard. The yard that Wilbur had to traverse during his day-to-day life.
Now how does this tie in (ha, tie) to him getting stuck in a spider’s web? Unfortunately, the child had just gotten home, yelling at the top of its lungs of course, about its latest school project. Involving insects. And usually said child did all its bug hunting in the backyard. So he knew he had to hurry if he wanted to make it home alive.
But hurrying when you’re in the process of carrying a stack of firewood in your arms usually tends to cause accidents, which is exactly what happened. The brunet borrower couldn’t see where he was going over the pile of sticks in his arms, and ended up tripping over a few rocks and was sent stumbling right into the sticky webbing strapped to the tall gnarled roots of the oak tree in the backyard. Wilbur had been trying very hard to avoid the webs whenever he went outside, knowing the orb weaver it belonged to was not one to be crossed. It wasn’t a particularly massive spider, not bigger than him, not like ones he’d heard stories of. But it was much bigger than any ants or bees he’d seen in the garden. And he knew how bad their venomous bites were.
His little brother had had a run-in with it once, before they’d gotten separated. It had left him unable to move for a few days, and the nausea and fever that followed was awful. Wilbur had tended to him the entire time, and thankfully Tubbo had recovered.
The tall borrower wondered where he was these days, and prayed to Prime that he was safe. Though currently, he was praying for his own safety. Death by an orb weaver was not swift and painless. He’d be paralysed by its painful bite, and then wrapped up in the silky webbing to be eaten later… just like the moth he’d seen tied up in its web the week prior.
‘Oh here it comes now.’ he thought fatalistically as the webbing vibrated, and the bright yellow marked spider started climbing down the large web, its beady eyes trained on the brunet. Wilbur stared up at it with a frown, trying not to let his fear show. It wasn’t like he wanted to die. Quite the opposite. He was actually absolutely terrified, but struggling didn’t work. He’d tried at least a dozen times. The borrower looked down at his chest, glaring down at his ugly yellow sweater before closing his eyes, waiting for paralysis to take him.
Damn. He didn’t even get to say goodbye to his soulmate…
He opened his eyes again and stared down at his arm, his trench coat sleeve covering the pictogram on his wrist. It was a picture of a music note, a sword down the centre of the treble clef. Wilbur sighed sadly and looked up at his impending doom with a fierce glare.
“I hope you get indigestion, you yellow menace.” he spat as venomously as the orb weaver’s own poison. The spider hissed in response, pinching its venomous pincers. So apparently, spiders can speak English. Cool. Unless this spider was secretly his soulmate. But Wilbur sincerely doubted that. Never in a million years had he heard of cross-species soulmates. The idea was just absurd.
“Oh go shove a moth in it won’t you? We both know you’d never beat me in a fair fight.” Wilbur snarled out, glaring into the spider’s beady eyes.
Suddenly he felt the web vibrating more, continuously, but the garden spider wasn’t moving. The orb weaver seemed to pause, going still. If spiders were intelligent, he’d say he could see the gears turning in its head.
“What? Calling your mate are you? Am I a lunch date for the two of you or something??”
Then the spider ran away.
“...Uh… okay… bye then?”
Anxiety pooled in his stomach as the webbing vibrated more and more, but it wasn’t a spider. The ugly yellow bastard was already scuttling off into the tall grass. Wilbur could feel the tremors travel from the ground to the webbing, he could see the ground shaking. Thunder roared under the earth as something big stomped closer and closer, and before he knew it, he found himself engulfed in an impossibly massive shadow, a pair of giant shoes planted centimetres in front of him. Well, bigger spider could definitely be crossed off the list!
“Where’s that yellow spider… I know it’s around here. It’d be perfect!” a loud voice rumbled overhead, and the brunet hesitantly looked up, and up, worried that his greatest fears were about to smack him right in the face.
And he was proven right as he saw the creature casting the shadow, was none other than that giant blond menace of a human, standing over him, a glass jar in hand. It wasn’t looking at him… yet, instead scanning the tree branches for… the spider apparently. You know what? Wilbur was fine with this. The death traps could deal with each other. The human would probably win but at least it’d be putting the orb weaver out of his misery.
The borrower squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a small startled gasp as the blond suddenly stepped over him obliviously, still looking around the tree for the bright yellow spider. While that was scary… he wasn’t dead! Wilbur slowly reopened his eyes, shuddering as he felt the tremors still. Now was his chance to get free while the giant was distracted and the spider was elsewhere!
Wilbur focused on one arm to start, trying to rip his right arm free from the sticky silk. Then once he got it free, he could pull his knife out of his bag and-
“Woah… what’re you supposed to be?” a voice cut through his thoughts, and the borrower felt his heart skip a beat. Looking down, the shadow had changed. Slowly he looked up, and up, and met the gaze of the massive human. It was tall and lanky, taller than most humans he’d seen in his lifetime, yet had a child-likeness to its face. Massive icy blue orbs bore into his own, and Wilbur felt a shiver travel down his spine, only one word going through his head.
Fuck.
“Well? You can talk, can’t you little man?” the human crouched down in front of him, and the brunet gave it the most venomous glare he could muster despite the fact that he was trembling. The borrower rules, AKA his way of life, said under no circumstances should you talk to a human. It usually ended in getting dissected or something painful like that. But also, fuck the rules, this kid just had such an insultable face.
“So what if I can? What's it to you, big man?” he spat mockingly.
“Well, truth be told, you’re pretty unusual, and I just happen to be looking for something unique. You’re far more interesting than some garden spider that’s for sure.” the borrower tensed, trying not to show his nervousness as anxiety flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.
“I wouldn’t call myself particularly interesting actually. I’m a bit tied up right now, physically and metaphorically. So how about you help me out and we can just forget we ever met, yeah?” Wilbur tried, starting to sweat a bit.
“Hmmmmmm, nah,” the human gave him a toothy grin. “It’s not every day you find a tiny person in your backyard.” in all honesty, yeah that was understandable. But also fucking shit piss hell fuck shit-
The borrower let out a startled noise and visibly recoiled as a giant hand suddenly reached over and wrapped around his small frame, easily ripping him from the spider web and carrying him into the air.
“This- okay how about we make a deal?” he tried nervously, and the human raised an eyebrow.
“What sort of deal? I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent businessman and not easily persuaded.” Wilbur swallowed nervously as he was lifted higher up, held in front of the giant face, the kid nearly going cross-eyed to stare at him.
“Well, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m actually an alien.” he whispered.
“What.”
“That's right, I come from the planet of-... L’manburg…” the borrower said slowly.
“Sounds like bullshit but alright.” the human didn’t look convinced, but Wilbur continued the act.
“Wh- excuse me?? How dare you!”
“Look pal, I know aliens aren’t real. You’re coming with me, and that's that.” Wilbur’s stomach lurched as the human stood to its full height, and he was stuffed into it’s shirt pocket.
“Just a sec-” the colour drained from his face as the giant started fiddling with the mason jar it’d brought outside with it, and started unscrewing the lid. Wilbur had a feeling he knew exactly what it was for, and his anxiety was suddenly heightened. His heart rate went from one to a hundred in less than a second as giant fingers pinched the back of his trenchcoat and carried him into the air, before unceremoniously dropping him into the glass prison.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
He slowly scooted back until his coat pressed against the cold, hard wall. The brunet crossed his arms over his chest, hiding how they shook as he continued glaring up at the child.
“Are you aware kidnapping is a crime?”
“I’d hardly call it kidnapping when you’re the size of a mouse.” the human chuckled in response. Wilbur was knocked onto his hands and knees as the container jolted suddenly, and everything started moving. He took one look at the ground far below before yanking his head back and glaring up at the giant once again.
“N-not even going to ask for my name?”
“Would you tell me if I asked?” blondie raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe,” Wilbur crossed his arms. “Will you tell me yours so I can stop mentally referring to you as ‘child’?”
The human stopped in its tracks, sputtering out an offended string of noises.
“How fucking dare you! I am not a child you tiny bitch! If anything you’re the child!”
“And how exactly does that logic track?”
“Cos’ you’re short an’ shit.” the borrower raised an eyebrow this time.
“Yes well I think it’s been established I’m not a human. So you can’t hold me to human standards.”
"What are you then? Some weird mutated rat man? Or are you a faerie?" the jar was lifted higher, and Wilbur nearly fell flat on his face.
“Are you going to tell me your name or not?”
“Fineeeeeeeeeeeeee,” the blond rolled its eyes. “It’s Tommy, TommyInnit, the biggest man.”
“Uhuh…”
“What's yours then?” ‘Tommy’ questioned, staring holes into his head with his massive eyeballs.
“Wilbur. No title.”
“Got any friends, Wilbur no title?” the human asked teasingly, and Wilbur scowled.
“Not that I can think of…”
“So no one to miss you? Well don’t worry, you and I can be the best of friends.” suddenly the jostling worsened tenfold, and the poor borrower was beginning to feel motion sick.
Fucking hell…
He tried his best to stay upright, sitting back against the glass with his palms pressed to the curved walls.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to pass.” he bit out.
“Wha- why?! I’m probably- no definitely, the coolest and greatest man you’ve ever met!” Wilbur crossed his arms.
“You put me in a jar, and you’re annoy-ing.” he enunciated the last word. The blond human obviously wasn’t happy with this answer. The stupid child sputtered and scoffed.
“Well- y’know- I- I might seem a little annoying at first- but I promise it’ll grow on you!”
“...I don’t care.” he wasn’t exactly scared of the human anymore… it was more like… a fear for his safety.
Tommy’s face scrunched up in anger, going bright red, Wilbur thought he looked like a tomato- He yelped as he was thrown against the glass again, and he realised the human was swinging the jar through the air… again.
"Can you not??" he grumbled out, but Tommy didn't stop swinging his arm back and fourth as he walked.
"What was that little man? You're so quiet I can't hear you!" the blond replied loudly in an exasperated tone.
"Oh my Prime you are such a fucking child-" he grunted in pain as he was slammed against the glass wall again.
"ALRIGHT FUCK! I'M SORRY!" his stomach lurched and he fell onto his back, but the jar finally stopped swinging.
"Apology accepted."
"Prime, do you humans really feel no shred of guilt?? Empathy??" Wilbur demanded.
"I do but you're being a bit of a dick right now if I'm being honest." Tommy stated firmly, and Wilbur clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms. He paused, and stared down at his arm. That's right… he had a chance to tell him soulmate his goodbyes now! The only blessing the human boy unknowingly gave him. Quickly he rolled up his sleeve,
'Techno are you there?' he wrote quietly, trying his best to remain inconspicuous so as to not get interrupted by the blond human.
'Hi. I just got home.' an answer appeared on his arm, causing it to tingle.
'I have some…' Wilbur paused, dread pooling in his stomach as he thought about what he was writing.
'Bad news.' he finished.
'Ok. What is it?' his soulmate responded, the message didn't look all too urgent, but Wilbur knew that was just how Technoblade was sometimes.
'I'm… I'm kind of in troubl-' he started to write, when the jar gave another violent shake, and smooth wood appeared below his feet. Looking around, Wilbur realised it was a table, the big one in the kitchen where all the humans ate. An intrusive thought wormed it's way into his mind at the implications of that.
Tommy sat down in front of him, just staring him down with those big blue orbs. Why did blue-eyed people always look scarier than everyone else?
"Well you got awfully quiet." Tommy started, and the borrower gave him a frown of malcontent.
"Apologies, contrary to what you might think,most people don't enjoy making conversation with their kidnapper." he bit out, pausing to look down at his arm as it tingled again.
"Alright, kidnapping is a strong word pal." Tommy interrupted, only to get ignored.
'With the police?' the message read, and he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, despite everything going on. The human stared at him like a madman.
"The fuck are you laughing about??"
"Something my friend said! Is it a crime to want to laugh now?!" Wilbur snapped, giving him a venomous glare. Tommy looked like he was going to yell or something unnecessarily aggressive again, but stopped, a new emotion crossed his features; guilt.
"You mean… your soulmate?" the blond asked slowly, in a surprisingly gentle tone.
"...Yes."
"Even… tiny people have soulmates?" Tommy asked, as if it was some wildly impossible concept. The brunet stopped himself from glaring, and instead swallowed down his anger and worry.
"Yes… of course we do. Everyone does."
"Actually, I don't." the blond replied bitterly, and Wilbur gave him a confused look.
"What? Don't humans have them?"
"Yes, but I don't," Tommy held his arm up to show the lack of a pictogram on his wrist. "Dadza said I'll get one eventually, but I don't think that's how it works…"
"Yeah… you look far too old to not have one…" Wilbur mumbled. He'd had his for as long as his memory dated back, and Tubbo's had appeared when he was only two or three. Wait- right Techno!
'No not the police! I mean a human Techno! This isn't the time to joke!' he scribbled quickly, ignoring how he could feel the human child's eyes burning a hole in his head. The silence that followed while Wilbur waited for a response was painful, but eventually it came.
'Oh. I'm sorry… I don’t know what to do. I hope they're nice.'
'Techno. Human trouble. Obviously they're not nice!' he wrote back quickly.
'So… is this a last words kind of situation?' the message appeared across his arm in slow motion, and a few tears began beading down his cheeks.
'Yes…'
"Are you… crying?" a voice rumbled above him, and Wilbur remembered exactly where he was. He scrubbed away the tears and glared up at the blond.
"No! Fuck off!" the brunet snapped, despite the fact that Tommy sounded genuinely concerned. His tone had completely shifted, and the look on his face was sympathetic as he laid his head on the tabletop, staring into Wilbur's glass prison.
"Alright, suit yourself. I'm just trying to help." the borrower's brain wasn't paying attention to whatever Tommy said as he watched another human enter the room. A red-eyed man with pink hair, his dark roots stealthily showing his natural colour. The pinket looked nervous, staring down at his arm as he walked behind Tommy towards the cabinet where the cups were kept. Wilbur felt his heart beating rapidly, anxiety and panic pooling in his stomach and spreading through his core once again.
"Hm?" Tommy looked between him and the pinket a few times before he realised what must be going on. Suddenly giant hands wrapped around the jar again and Wilbur felt his stomach lurch once more. Tommy held the jar in his lap and turned slightly, blocking his brother's view of it's contents, but not before the brunet caught a glance of his arm.
Technoblade's arm.
"Heyyyyy Blade." Tommy drawled out in the most suspicious tone ever.
"Hi…" he replied monotonously.
Wilbur's entire world had just come crashing down.
"So uh… what's going on with you? Why are you out here?"
"I'm making tea… and this is the kitchen." Techno deadpanned.
Techno was a human. His only friend, who made him feel safe and hopeful- and think that there were still other borrowers out there!
"You look kind of stressed." the blond pointed out obviously.
"Yeah… m' just worried about ny soulmate… he said some worryin' things and hasn't got back to me yet…" Wilbur hadn't even noticed the new message tickling his arm. He stared down at it in wide-eyed shock.
'I guess I should tell you something then.' the borrower swallowed nervously.
'That you're a human?' he wrote shakily.
Technoblade let out a small gasp, before looking around in confusion and worry.
"Hello?" the pinket asked aloud, and Tommy looked at him like an absolute lunatic.
'Help me. Techno I'm here. I'm trapped. Your little brother caught me.' he wrote desperately, panic bleeding into his writing.
There was a silence, before footsteps started thudding against the floor.
"Tommy." the pinket started, and held out his hand.
"What? What do you want?" the teen asked defensively, hugging the jar tighter to his person with a defiant glare on his face.
"Give me the borrower." Techno demanded calmly, though his aura radiated an intimidating strength. Tommy looked shocked for a minute, before he sneered and shook his head.
"Leave my tiny friend alone and go find your own."
Wilbur scoffed. Friendship was not what they had, that's for sure.
"Tommy. Give me my soulmate." the pinket tried again, sounding less patient. The borrower felt his mouth go dry and his heart clench. It really was Techno… and… he… actually wanted to help?
"Your soulmate?!" Tommy exclaimed in pure shock.
"Yes. His name is Wilbur."
"I know what his name is! But what do you mean soulmate?!" Tommy demanded, haphazardly setting the jar down on the table so he could make wild motions his hands.
"Hes tiny! How can you guys be soulmates when hes not even human?!"
"Don't know, don’t care." Techno stated dismissively before picking the jar up off the table, accidentally knocking Wilbur over….. again. The brunet pushed himself up and scooted back, a nervous look on his face as he pressed his back against the glass. So big… even bigger than Tommy… scary.
He met Techno's harsh, red-brown eyes, and swallowed nervously. Quickly they softened, but it did nothing to quell the poor borrower's anxiety.
"Well let's get you outta' here." Techno said before he started unscrewing the lid. Wilbur didn't have time to process anything as he was gently slid out of the jar and into the human's awaiting hand. The borrower immediately tensed up and braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the fingers to close around him like vicious claws. But it never happened.
Slowly he opened his eyes again and looked around, hugging himself. Techno was just staring at him.
"Um…-"
"Sorry- I didn't mean to stare… this is just really weird." the pinket put the jar down and took several steps away from the counter, moving his free hand underneath the other for support.
"You… you knew I was a borrower?" Wilbur asked finally.
"Mhm."
"A-and you never thought to mention you were a human??" Techno looked conflicted, before nodding.
"I figured it might complicate things so I kept it to myself."
"You- I- AHG!" he yelled, tugging at his hair.
"...So mind explaining exactly what's going on? I'm still confused" Tommy interjected.
"Nah. The big kids are busy." Techno replied unapologetically before walking out of the kitchen, and headed upstairs, taking Wilbur with him. Nervousness tugged at his gut, and after a minute, Wilbur worked up the courage to ask.
“Um… Technoblade… what exactly are you… going to do... with me?” the tall human sighed, pushing his bedroom door open with a creak.
“I’m gonna put you down, an’ you can do whatever you want after. I’d like for you to stay and talk… face to face, but I can understand if you don’t wanna do that.” he said in an honest voice.
The borrower mulled over the words as Techno walked across the room to his desk. He gently set Wilbur down on top of it, before sitting down in front of him.
“Well… I suppose I could stay for a little bit…” the brunet started hesitantly.
“Sounds good. Why don’t we start with how the little gremlin caught you?” Wilbur scoffed.
“I’d hardly call him little, but sure. It involves a web and the world’s worst garden spider.”
I'm very torn between Pig Techno and Human Techno, especially with the line "I'M A PERSON!" he yelled at Tommy.
I love pig Technoblade because it shows him as a different race so clearly, which is something we didn't see on the smp as much- all the members looked human, (schlatt and Fundy were the only ones who was commonly taken to be hybrids) so he symbolised a change when it comes to the og L'manburg members.
You can also take it to the place of him being amarican and wilbur letting a non European into their allies, but from a story perspective it can work as a race thing- where the humans were weak and he wanted to build a place for them, (and Fundy, but that's a whole can of worms) but when he felt powerless he went to Technoblade, a non human.
And so him going "I'm a person" is about that very fact- that he's being looked at as a weapon, a tool to get to a means end, not as worth it.
For pig Technoblade it's about acceptance.
However, human Technoblade is super interesting because of the opposite reason.
He's a human who's so dependent on covering up his humanity. He wears a pig mask, probably one that he killed himself, and puts on a persona of someone so inhumane and scary.
And so him yelling "I'm a person" is about him finally letting go of that image, reminding Tommy that they're not different at all, and he was just being blind to the people around him.
Background Information: I was inspired to do this after watching Tubbo's play-through of Detroit: Become Human. At first, I was planning on posting art with descriptions, but I'm over flowing with ideas and not enough artistic talent to hurry along...
Author's Note: Okay, I'm going to be completely honest. Both part 1 and part 2 are pretty much posted on impulse. I should be going to sleep because I have work in the morning, and I started on this post early with that thought in mind, but for some reason my computer is glitching... I've written this out almost three times T-T
Everything was deleted at one point, with NOTHING SAVED, so I was nearly about to rage quit... Pray for me. My patience is not unlimited.
Aside from all that, please enjoy! I worked REALLY hard on this (even excluding all the technical issues) so I really do hope you enjoy!
Character Plots:
1. Technoblade
Technoblade, notoriously known as the rogue deviant, was always a mystery due to the fact that no one, not even CyberLife, knew what model android he was. This was due to the fact that Techno was actually not even an android, but a human.
This all began at a young age of thirteen, when Techno started to question the set rules of society and how he fit into its rigid hierarchy. Although it was just a budding curiosity, one he didn’t expect to go anywhere, it soon took a drastic turn.
After pretending to be an android, just for fun, he was appalled by how he was treated by his fellow humans. More so than the random civilians, he was more disgusted by the inaction of the police.
As an act of rebellion for the present corruption of authority, he committed small acts of violence and destruction of public property. He promoted equality and spoke out against the tyrannical attitude of those in power.
Due to him indiscriminately acting out against both humans and androids alike, fighting against anyone in power who became physical and bullied those weaker than them, public opinion slowly began to shift. He eventually went from a crazy anarchist to a modern-day robin hood, much to the government’s dismay. Even those that flocked to his side, joining his cause, were a good mix of both androids and humans.
His growing popularity began to raise the urgency of his capture, making his name slowly climb up the Most Wanted list. Eventually, while on his many brushes and runs from the police, he met with Detective Kristin (before she was promoted to Lieutenant) and her android partner, Philza.
After many encounters, Techno and Phil surprisingly became close friends. In fact, they became so inseparable that their relationship was more akin to family than just friends.
Though Phil didn’t particularly condone Techno’s more violent methods, he still supported his cause from behind. Willing to dirty his hands and become the mole, Phil secretly fed Techno intel from classified files as well as supplying Techno with android fuel, aka. Blue Blood. It was only later that Techno revealed to Phil his human identity, Phil being the only one he ever disclosed that information to, but Phil swore to never reveal his secret. Besides, the fuel was necessary for Techno’s growing followers, eventually taking on the name of The Syndicate.
Techno understood the reason Phil never openly supported him, even though the android was more than willing to. It was to protect his loved one, Kristin, who would eventually become his wife. Techno understood, even supported Phil, and worked harder to never be a burden to his closest friend.
Suddenly, Techno’s reputation exploded when a video clip of him went viral on social media. Though the government tried to spin the story in their favor, the video captured the full extent of the event. Techno had fought off several CyberLife security officers and police forces, exhibiting exceptional fighting prowess, while also making off with a ton of android fuel. He and his team had tried to hijack the vehicle loaded with the goods mid-route but was caught and almost apprehended. However, the thing that raised his public opinion to his favor was not just his fighting capabilities, but also how little he endangered the civilians around him. Instead, it was the government officials who had unintentionally dragged innocent people into this chaotic fight, suspecting them to be on Techno’s side.
Then, not long after his growing popularity, Techno and Dream teamed up, officially marking Technoblade’s name as number one on the FBI’s Most Wanted Fugitives list.
2. Dream
Clay, or better known as Dream, was once a star employee at CyberLife. He was actually one of the many brilliant minds that helped make CyberLife into the giant company that it is. However, Dream soon gave up his employment due to the many restrictions they had placed on his creative vigor. Instead, he pursued his own android business, taking on the name Dream for both branding purposes and to embody his own "dreams."
Teaming up with fellow ex-employees, Sapnap and George, the three were an ambitious trio that were talented enough to eventually become a threat to CyberLife’s growing industry and monopoly over the android market.
When Dream realized that his life was being targeted by CyberLife, even being threatened to either come back into their company or give up on his current business, he became more determined to grow his industry. This even propelled him to start designing his most prized creation, DreamXD. However, his unbending will soon began to falter.
CyberLife took a different approach when they realized that Dream did not hold his life more dear than his company. They began to threaten not just his life but also the lives of his most trusted partners and friends. This finally forced Dream to worry, eventually driving his friends away.
Dream knew Sapnap and George like the back of his hand. He knew that the two would stick by him, through thick and thin, so he didn’t even give them that choice. Instead, his attitude towards them got worse and worse, until they eventually cut all ties with him. That was the only way he believed he could protect them.
However, Dream underestimated the effects his friends had on his mental stability. Eventually, without their presence, he became more insane from the combined pressure, stress, and loneliness. Soon, he realized that it was getting too dangerous to stay still and was forced into hiding.
With little time, Dream only took the incomplete DreamXD with him and shook off those tailing him. Then, he left his most prized possession to his dear ex-partner and friend, George.
Dream intentionally left DreamXD incomplete. He had created the android in his image and left him unfinished to gather experience and human emotions on his own. This was the only android in existence that had been designed not only to be a deviant, but to be a human.
Even with high expectations for his own future, Dream never could shake off the feeling of death following close at his heels. DreamXD was created to be his contingency plan. In the event that Dream died before his goals were achieved, DreamXD was programmed to take over Dream’s human life, or the life of Clay.
Of course, Dream knew that free will was a part of humanity. That’s why he left DreamXD with a choice.
While forced into hiding by CyberLife, the company spread rumors about his capture and imprisonment. CyberLife hoped that it could lure out his loved ones, baiting Dream to come out of hiding, but they had underestimated him. They had failed to realize just how severely Dream had cut out all his friends and loved ones from his life, leaving no one behind. No one to look back for him, or so the two thought...
Surprisingly, even on the run Dream was fairly rich. He had planned out many things in the event CyberLife truly carried out their threats, and hidden many resources to one day come back to. However, he could not leave the city. Not while his goal was still left unfinished. So this left him with no place to stay for long periods of time, leaving him essentially homeless. That’s when he reached out to Technoblade, whose infamy had grown exponentially.
The two had similar goals and so easily agreed to a partnership.
Technoblade wanted to take down the tyranny of the government, while Dream wanted to end CyberLife’s influence over the android market and quiet down his chaotic life. Since CyberLife was a large reason for the power corruption, the two found working together to be simple. Techno would help Dream by providing him a place to stay, as well as offering man power when available and needed. Dream, on the other hand, would assist with supplies and android repairs, using his expertise in androids to even upgrade their parts. However, outside of these agreements they wouldn’t get in one another's way. They would only provide assistance if their plans overlapped.
The two had a good understanding of the nature of their relationship. They were neither friends nor enemies. Just partners. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Note: I'm sorry, but after writing all this over again, nearly from scratch, three times... I really can't be bothered to go back and fix anything. I know I could have done better, but I'm kind of defeated right now and a bit tired. Please understand and I really do hope you enjoyed the read!
Feel free to leave a comment on what you thought of it or maybe ways to improve the story! I'm all ears (when I have free time) ^^
And thank you so much for all the likes on my previous post! I'm really happy that you all enjoyed it <3
I am in love with your g/t mcyt stuff. Especially your stuff about Technoblade gljsfjsdfdsf (if you're free, could you give a few more prompts with him and Tommy? Or Ghostbur:0) (If not, I can also share some of mine ldjfldfdsfgjlfg)
I’m so sorry this took so long to respond to! Tumblr just,,,doesn’t notify me in any way when I get an ask and I always forget to check my inbox <3 Also, feel free to send me your ideas!
Sure thing! I imagine Techno kinda views Tommy like an annoying puppy most of the time; annoying when it chews on your shoes and won’t stop barking, but you can’t help liking it and wanting to protect it. Whenever Tommy gets himself into danger, Techno WILL protect him, no matter how much he’ll grumble about it after the fact.
He’s one of the humans who does a better job when it comes to touching, actually. He’ll pick Tommy up without permission, yes, but only when necessary. And he’ll put him down right after. Other than that he doesn’t initiate touch with Tommy most of the time. Whenever Tommy tries to climb on him, he won’t pull the kid off, but he doesn’t help him up either. If the kid falls, Techno catches him and sets him on the ground or a table with a warning glare that Tommy rarely listens to.
Ghostbur! He tries to touch and hold Tommy all of the time but his hands usually just pass through him. Tommy’s kinda glad about that, most of the time; he has enough bad memories from the last few weeks of Pogtopia that he doesn’t really want to be touched by Ghostbur, even though he isn’t exactly Wilbur. But after Tommy’s exiled he becomes sad that Ghostbur can’t touch him :(
Ghostbur is one of the only humans who can find Tommy even when he’s hiding. Good when someone needs to find Tommy to help him, but bad when someone’s searching for Tommy to catch him, because they could trick Ghostbur into revealing Tommy’s spot. Ghostbur can appear in the walls when Tommy’s there. He’ll actually look small, when he does that! But he doesn’t like shrink down most of the time when hanging around Tommy.
Gonna cut this off here so it doesn’t get too long, thanks for the ask! <3
