ofc <3 have a good day too bubs! i rewrote the whole thing and tweaked the prompt a bit to better fit my ideas :) hope thatâs okay
A SHOULDER TO CRY ON // OBEY ME
brothers x reader
fluffy!
PART2
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mammon
you were out on a very pleasant ice cream date when you discovered the news from your mom. mammon stopped destroying his ice cream the second he saw your saddened smile. he scooted his hair closer to yours, dragging it on the floor and making loud scratching noises. the action alone already managed to lift your mood up a little, âwho needs them y/n? youâre with me! the great mammon!â, this made you giggle and you seemed to soften who he continued âletâs arrange our own wedding and not invite them either so theyâre jealous!â. oh, how you loved him.
asmodeus
asmo and you were at the mall, trying on stuff, eating snacks, and overall having a very good time together. the lovely mood ended too seen after you received a call from your family back in the human world. after you vented about everything to asmo, he felt like tearing someone open, he wouldnât though because he had just done his nails, and for you of course. an idea made itâs way into his mind as he recalled the dreamy look you had on your face upon seeing a certain pair of shoes that were too expensive. âno money is better than y/nâs smileâ asmodeus thought as he dragged you back to that store.
Why is it acceptable for people to belittle, threaten, and denigrate me for complaining and shutting me down for complaining, but not acceptable for me to reduce stress or have fun complaining? If people should be allowed to complain, then people shouldn't be shunned or blocked for complaining. If people are shut down for those things, then they're actively refusing to share in suffering and purposely isolating. Why can't everyone be treated the same way for complaining, period? I honestly don't get why only certain people are given license to be loved and share in suffering, and yes, you can publish this even if it makes me look "bad" or "stupid."
Bro, what you donât seem to understand is that human engagement is voluntary. If somebody makes you uncomfortable, you donât have to spend time with or talk to themânor do they have to spend time or talk with you. Friendship is not formed out of guilt-tripping or coercing people into talking or spending time with you. It just⊠happens. Friendship is mutually rewarding and sometimes itâs hard to establish, but if you go into interactions with your fists swinging and the conviction that youâre doomed to failure, youâre ending friendships before they can even begin.
You seem to have a lot of baggage about something. It sounds like you had one or several negative reactions to something youâve said and have internalized that to mean that youâre being discriminated against and the world is against you.
Consider: kissing. Many people enjoy kissing, but only in specific circumstances, with specific people, and in specific ways. A big wet sloppy smooch and a chaste peck on the cheek are qualitatively different; someone who enjoys one might not enjoy the other. I enjoy kissing my romantic partner, but I have no desire to kiss my bank teller. This is not because I hate my bank teller. I am not cruelly excluding my bank teller from a smoochathon. The universe has not singled out my bank teller as undeserving of love. Itâs simply the fact that individuals and relationships and situations are not interchangeable.
Likewise, I enjoy complaining with my friends about things that we all agree on, which arenât truly important. I donât enjoy my enemies complaining about things that I like or which are important to me. Thatâs why my friends are my friends and my enemies are my enemies.
Human engagement is not voluntary when youâre in public and you initiate a complaint. The act of speaking has changed the dynamics of engagement. Even if I donât hear the complaint, just the act of speaking in my presence fundamentally changes the situation where everyone remains silent. Thatâs why itâs considered polite to wait quietly.
In your post you were using complaining as a bonding experience. Maybe I commnunicate as an attempt to bond. I donât believe I should be treated any differently than anyone else. Alternately, if my complaining is harmful, then by definition, so is yours, as I am a believer in equality and reciprocity.
I have no desire to kiss anyone or be kissed. I treat everyone the same way provided they do not harm me, as Iâm neither two-faced nor purposely discriminating. If you do harm me, then I will treat you differently until youâre held accountable for that harm. I am discriminated against, societally and otherwise.
My friends are people who support me. My enemies are people who have harmed me. Itâs that simple. I complain because I want to and have the freedom to. As an equal human being, I should be treated the same way as you or anyone else is are treated just by virtue of existing.
look Iâm sorry but I have no fucking idea what youâre on about
someone complaining about the lack of pockets on their dress is fundamentally different from someone complaining about how women shouldnât be allowed to vote, and strangers blocking you on tumblr because youâre being creepy and manipulative and have no boundaries is not even a little bit comparable to racism:
As a woman of color, I have experienced racism, thank you very much.
My point is complaining is complaining and putting these artificial distinctions âfor funâ to make it acceptable is a way of devaluing people with âseriousâ complaints. Since our suffering isnât shared, then you donât want to hear it, but people are expected to bond over pockets. Why canât people bond over both?
That you use complaints to only include some mean you exclude others.
I still have no idea what the hell youâre trying to say. Letâs try exploring this through story mode:
You go to the park. Two people are sitting on a bench. The first person says to the other, âJee whiz, no one knows how to drive anymore. Have turn signals gone out of fashion?âÂ
The other person laughs and sarcastically replies, âItâs true. Millennials are killing the safe driving industry.â
These people are friends. They are enjoying themselves, and not trying to upset anyone. They are complaining mostly to entertain each other. They could complain about many other, more serious topics, but right now they are in a good mood and donât want to think about their student debt or a scary diagnosis or the stalker who followed them home last week. Maybe they will discuss those things later, when they are in the right state of mind for itâitâs entirely possible that they will bond over shared traumas, but right not theyâre just joking around.
It seems like you suggesting that these people have harmed and excluded you simply by speaking to each other. People are allowed to have friendships that do not include you; theyâre allowed to talk to each other and enjoy themselves even if you can see them doing so, just as you are allowed to talk with your friends and enjoy yourself without involving every passing stranger in your business. if someone bothers you, you are allowed to walk away from them. Being in public is not a moral obligation to interact with everyone who wants your attention.
@glumshoe is correct. Just because you hear a conversation does not give you the right to intrude upon it. If you see a person in public, you can try to strike up a conversation and be friendly, but if what you are saying makes them uncomfortable, they have every right to begin ignoring you and walk away. The complaints made amongst friends is different than that between two strangers in that there is a bond, a familiarity between friendsâthey know the boundaries and how far they can push them. Going into somebodyâs blog and saying something they donât agree with, and then turning around and complaining when they block you and call you out for your faulty logic is, in all regards, socially unacceptable and rude. Friendship cannot be forced, and you have to read the room and understand that there will be differences of opinion. While it is true that those in power should do everything they can to be inclusionary, @nangbaby, what gave you the impression that bringing this complaint to @glumshoeâ was appropriate? They hold no political office, have no secret way of making their voice heard more loudly and clearly than any others, yet you seem to have singled them out simply because they chose not to interact with you over something? Nobody is required to interact with anybody. Itâs called free will, and if you think that you are somehow entitled to be included in everything, even when you have no bond or relationship with the other individuals involved, I suggest you see a psychiatrist, because that would indicate a deeper problem linked to a lack of self esteem or worth, as well as projection of your own self image onto those around you in order to mask your own feelings of inadequacy.
Again, they can take the action to walk away. They donât have to put a gag on my mouth as they start spreading lies about how the woman who approached them in the park is a serial killer and everyone should ignore her. But thatâs what people in power who block do?
What gives @glumshoe more power than me, aside from the obvious societal advantage?
That you are arguing for him and lending him your power. Iâm one of me and an I am defending my right to exist against you telling me, Iâm mentally ill for wanting to be treated as an equal human being.
That alone puts him in a position of power over me.
âŠyou came onto my post and into my inbox to tell me I was a toxic person discriminating against youâa person Iâve never spoken to in my entire lifeâfor hypothetically complaining about the depth of pocketsÂ
I asked, âWhy is it acceptable for people to belittle, threaten, and denigrate me for complaining and shutting me down for complaining, but not acceptable for me to reduce stress or have fun complaining?â
Your answer was to belittle, threaten, and denigrate me for complaining and shut me down for complaining.
Thatâs what Iâm talking about.
When the fuck did this happen? I donât know who you are. We do not have a relationship or history of any kind. I never said it was ok for people to belittle/threaten/denigrate you, and I sure as fuck did not do any of those things. The extent of our interaction has been me trying to explain why communication is important.
If you think that me saying âsetting interpersonal boundaries is okayâ is a threat, you have bigger problems than being blocked by the people you harass on Tumblr. GO OUTSIDE. Have a drink of water! Eat a nutrient, for fuckâs SAKE.
@calling-out-racists I literally do not know this person or why she is mad at me. I have NO IDEA why she showed up in my inbox saying any of this, because itâs completely unrelated to the only other interaction we had. She is accusing me of things that have not and are not happening and which I would never condoned. I do not know WHY she thinks I am claiming that she should be held to different standards than other people and she seems to be referencing totally unrelated events or experiences.
I said âsome people complain casually about things as a friendly social activity, it doesnât mean that they are hateful and self-victimizing, itâs just a different communication styleâ and she decided that this was a personal attack against her and never explained how or why or acknowledged my attempts to figure it o it!
I would listen to her if I knew what she was talking about but after seeing her go from 0 to encouraging people to commit suicide in the notes, I thought it was best to assume she was a troll and ignore her.
How do you think the seven obey me brothers would react to MC thinking that their sin is the worst sin morally speaking. I didn't know if you'd be comfortable with an angsty prompt like this one, if you aren't you can totally just ignore it.
MC Thinks His Sin is the Worst
Warnings: Depressive behavior
Description: During a game of Truth or Dare MC is asked what sin they think is the worst, which leads to at least one brother being hurt in the end
- Feels his heart sink; but he wonât show it
- instead he will insult MCâs pride and break them down a bit to hurt them as well
- Feels ashamed for the first time in a long time and he hates that a mere human was able to affect him in a way that nobody had since heâd become a demon
- Spends more time in his office to avoid MC because he thinks they hate him and he convinces himself that he hates them too because they just donât get itÂ
- Whenever he can feel his sin on MC he quickly humbles them and tries to get the pride away so they donât feel the same shame he does when making mistakes
- looks like a kicked puppy when the word leaves their mouth
- He stands up and heads to bed early without a word; scared that if he opened his mouth what came out would be nothing more than a cry
- starts to be even more of a tsundere and a jerk towards MC, refusing to speak to them most days
- He hates his sin enough as is- and MC knew that-so whyâd they have to say it?
- Why couldnât they have lied just for his sake
- He is always given shit about his sin even though he canât help it just like the rest of them and so heâs kinda used to being rejected by everyone
- Starts to group MC with his brothers and stops seeing them as his saving grace
- No he gets it; not really all that upset because he understands how annoying and destructive his sin can be
- Tries not to show any hurt in his face even though it definitely hurts at least a little
- Itâs not fair that his brothers- except for Mammon - got to have better and less toxic sins and he got stuck with such a shit sin
- avoids MC because he knows how bad he can be and how he can accidentally trigger someoneâs envy super easily just by saying a few words
- Also uplifts MC a lot so that they feel they donât have anything to be jealous of
- Storms out of the room in his demon form
- He shouldâve expected it, really, he doesnât know why it pisses him off so much
- âresentsâ MC for a bit until he realizes it wasnât resentment towards them but towards himself
- Makes sure to take MC away whenever he senses his sin within someone else
- He worries MC hates him but he would do anything to protect them, so he swears to never let anybody be wrathful towards them
- what?! how can you hate lust?!
- Donât you love the bliss of [CENSORED] [CENSORED] and when someone [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] and then you [CENSORED] ?!
- Doesnât understand and will be a whiny baby about it for a long time
- Preaches about how lust is natural and how people should be able to do what they want with their bodies
- Overall, he is just trying to convince them to give into his sin and enjoy it
- Chokes on his food and gets really sad
- When eating around MC he offers them more food, even though it hurts him, because he wants them to think he has control and can go against his sin
- He just feels really guilty and is afraid of eating too much and losing MC
- All the comments about him eating their family out of house and home start to get to him and he tries to eat less
- He just wants MC to be happy and he wants it to be with him in their life :(
- Does not care
- Will be a bitch about it if they insult HIM along with the sin, but doesnât really care
- he knows humans have different values than demons and he knows that MC is a hard worker who gets shit done no matter how tired they are
- He respects that theyâre not lazy
- Because he is - and if they were too then they wouldnât do his chores for him :/
âšAnon: expanding on what you recently wrote about Techno, what about something where the butcher army uses the reader to get Techno to go with them back to lâmanberg. But like the reader doesnât really get why techno is protecting them because he hasnât told them about his feelings yet. (i crave angst)
and angst you shall recieve
GN!Reader (they/them)
warnings: big Q swearing
Summary: The Butcher army uses you to get Techno... But you don't understand why.
"Can I help you?"
The last thing you'd expected that early morning was the group of four men standing at your doorstep, Fundy holding ropes and Ranboo looking, quite frankly, scared for his life.
"You're coming with us," Quackity replied proudly, "Because-"
"Why the hell would I come with you guys?" you scoffed, looking down on the matching butcher aprons three of them were wearing, "Is this some sort of halloween prank or something? Cause you're a bit off season for that."
"Funny, now come on," Quackity grabbed your arm, pulling you out of your cosy L'Manburg home, but you pulled back.
"Quackity, you can't just manhandle me out of my own room and expect me to comply-"
"We're going to kill Technoblade," Tubbo interjected bluntly, "And you are leverage to get him to come quietly."
You stared at the four men in confusion, before a laugh bubbled out of your mouth.
"You-You seriously think Technoblade is going to come quietly because you've got me?!" you laughed, wiping tears from your eyes, "No offence, but I think you've got the wrong person."
The four men stared at you in confusion, especially Fundy, who looked like he was about to laugh himself. However, Quackity quickly held up his hand to silence him turning back to you.
"You're coming with us. Now."
You had no idea how they got him. Like, they actually got him.
You were tied to one of the audience seats for the execution The only person you'd been able to talk to for the last few hours was Phil, who was under house arrest, leaning out of his window to check on you. It was more inconvenient than anything really, because you were certain your presence wouldn't change anything.
But here he was. The mighty Technoblade, in a cage with an anvil dangling above him. No armour or weapons in sight, and his eyes were on you.
"Technoblade has robbed our country," Tubbo began, but your eyes stayed on your friend, trapped behind iron bars, "Robbed it! Of everything that made it special. Of everything that defined what it was. He stepped in when he shouldn't have. He created chaos. He ruined the government-"
Your eyes trailed upwards to a flurry of snowballs being shot at Tubbo, but he seemed unphased. You couldn't turn around to look who it was.
"Punz is throwing-"
Before you knew it, your good friend Punz had enderpearled in front of everyone, throwing potions at the crowd and barely dodging you. Without wasting a moment, he began fighting each member of the Butcher Army.
"WHATS HAPPENING?!"
"PULL THE LEVER!"
While everyone was distracted, you felt hands undoing the knots at your wrists and ankles. You turned to find none other than Dream hastily undoing the knots, using his axe to slice through the rope when it wasn't fast enough. He barely gave you a nod before standing you up, taking you away from the commotion.
"Whats going on?!" you hissed, "We have to go back for Techno!"
"PULL THE LEVER!"
You turned back around at the sound of the lever being pulled. You could see Ghostbur standing by the side, watching as the anvil began falling from the sky. Dream had to hold you back as you began screaming, fighting to go and save your friend.
"Techno!"
Techno's eyes locked on yours as you called his name. You barely caught the glint of the Totem in his hand before the anvil came crashing on him.
Except, of course, Technoblade never dies.
Dream managed to pull you away through the commotion, pulling you to a secret tunnel. The masked man stayed quiet as the commotion continued above the two of you, signaling you to stay quiet.
Your heart was beating out of your chest. You'd almost watched him die. There was a moment, right there and then, that could've been the last moment with your friend.
But you were still confused on why the Butcher Army had picked you to be the hostage, because surely Philza would be a much better match. Hell, even his precious horse probably would've been a better fit.
And then, he appeared. Roughed up from the effects of the Totem, with his long pink hair wild and mask half-skewed, but Techno was alive.
You all but threw yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly as Dream nodded at the pair of you before disappearing. But Techno wasn't planning on wasting anymore time. He immediately began pulling you deeper into the tunnel, taking you back home with him.
"We need to move quickly," he explained, "Quackity is going to be looking for you-"
"But why?!" you asked as he pulled you through the dirt tunnels. He didn't reply. Instead, the two of you stumbled into the old L'Manburg control room, chests littered around with different names on them.
Techno began rooting through them, throwing you pieces of armour before suiting up himself. He still didn't answer even as you both ate a golden apple, about to continue through into the tunnel before an explosion sounded behind you.
"What the fuck is this Techno?"
You both turned to find none other than Quackity, clad in Netherite with an axe clutched between two hands.
This wasn't good.
"Two of us, one of you," Techno observed, "You sure you want to pick this fight Quackity?"
"How the fuck did that anvil not kill you?!" Quackity pressed, stepping forwards.
Techno chuckled deeply, pushing you behind him as he stepped forwards towards Quackity, "Did you really think you could kill me?"
The next few moments were a blur. Quackity and Techno fought to the death, Techno with a pickaxe. You didn't know what to do, but the minute Techno managed to disarm Quackity, the axe was in your hands, pointing at Quackity.
"I have a picaxe, and I'll put it through your teeth!"
You watched as Techno took one of Quackitys canon lives.
There was silence in the tunnel as Quackity's body disappeared, his items strewn over the floor, but Techno made no move to grab them. Instead, he rushed to you, grabbing your face between his hands.
"You're bleeding."
You hadn't even noticed the cut on your cheek, far more preoccupied in making sure the two of you made it out alive. You felt Techno's thumb brushing away the small bit of blood on your cheek, but your eyes couldn't move away from his eyes. You felt tears welling up in your own, hands clutching at his arms.
"Why me?" you asked quietly, "Why did you come for me?"
Techno looked at you incredulously, pulling you closer as the two of you sunk to the floor. He replied with one sentence, something so obvious that you didn't know how you hadn't seen it before.
"Because you're the only one I'd risk my life for."
That moment, in the dirt tunnel with knots in your hair and blood on his hands, was the moment that everything became clear.
i donât know how often this is discussed, but i wanted to share some thoughts on race in fiction (specifically self inserts) under the cut!
note: i highly encourage white writers to read and reblog this, and if any other poc have something theyâd like to add to the conversation, feel free to reblog with your thoughts! i donât want to seem like iâm speaking for all of us or overshadowing anyone!
tl;dr - i wish writers (especially white authors) would keep in mind that people of color are in their audience and adjust their writing to reflect that.
âYou get away from Y/N, Quackity,â you felt the salty tears go down your face as Quackity held onto you tighter, the ax so close to your throat it could drip blood. You had only wanted to help, you were scared for Techno, you couldnât stand to watch him get hurt.Â
âTechnoblade drop everything or I will let Y/N bleed like the pig you are, donât test me, I have no sympathy for you or Y/N in this moment,â Quackity glared towards Techno.
You looked towards your friend, your vision blurred by your watery eyes, âTechno donât do it, Iâm not worth it, save yourself.â
Technoâs eyes shown the familiar red of blood softened staring at you, a small drop of blood dripping down your neck from Quackityâs ax. All he wanted to do was take you into his arms and heal you of all the wounds physically and mentally Quackity had given you. Techno looked down at the snow beneath his feet, his hand shaking as he held the sword in his hand, âyouâre wrong Y/N, you are worth it. Youâre the one person that has treated me with the upmost kindness despite what a monster Iâve been, Iâd risk my lives thousand times over for you.â And that was it, the blade fell from Technoâs hands onto the layers of snow.
Quackity smirked in victory, toss your shaking body into the snow as Tubbo and Fundy took ahold of Technoblade and dragged him away. You laid in the snow as Techno was taken, your mind screaming at you that it was your fault Techno was going to die. Your tears fell into the snow as you wrapped your arms around yourself, your body and mind in pain, only bothering to go inside when it had gotten dark and started to heavily snow.
And now you were here still crying. You were laid in your cold bed, the quiet noise of your cries echoed through the house as you clung to the red robe around your shoulders. It had belonged to Techno, the one person that had loved you for you, not for what you gave other people. It was your fault, you had doomed him, your mind screamed at you, you were the reason he was going to die tonight.Â
Maybe if you had been quicker and able to fight back then maybe Quackity wouldnât have been able to use your life as a weapon against Technoblade. Quackity knew how much you meant to Techno, Techno would have murdered an entire village if it came down to it for you. You were his little blade as he always put it. Aside from Phil, you were the most important person to him. And now you were the person to doom him.
You glanced at your wrist, the golden netherstar bracelet that Techno had spent so long making for you. You pulled it off of your wrist, holding it in your shaky palm as you felt the tears starting to well up again, holding the bracelet to your chest tightly while you cried. Technoâs spare robe starting to fall from your shoulders but the weight of the guilt not even allowing you to notice the weight of the robe disappear.Â
âY/N?â your head perked up at the sound of Technoâs voice, dropping again to your knees as you hugged your knees to your chest. There was no way Techno could have lived, you had heard what the execution would be, no one could survive a fifty block anvil drop.
It was silent in the house you once enjoyed spending every minute in with Techno, you didnât even know how to feel right now. You had trusted Quackity once, you two were friends, you had been the one to comfort him when Schlatt would cross the line with him. You wanted to hate Quackity, Ranboo, Fundy, and Tubbo but you just couldnât, Quackity was your friend even if he didnât see it that way anymore, and the others were just children brought into all this murder and cruelty too young.Â
You jumped quickly when a hand was on your shoulder, backing up against the wall when you looked up to see Technoblade standing there, discarded of his robe and crown, a scar left on his forearm but he hadnât seemed to mind it. All you could do right now was stare at Techno in disbelief, no there was no way he could have survived, no one could have survived something like that, you were just seeing things.
Regardless of your mind screaming at you however, you watched Techno sit down on the bed, holding his arms out to you as you stared at him. He seemed so calm like usual, he didnât even dare to speak.Â
Trying to calm your breathing, you slowly made your way over to Techno and between his arms which wrapped protectively around you. Your head instinctively laid down on his chest, hearing the thumping of his heart. Your body was still shaking as Techno tried to calm you down, humming quietly as he rocked you.
âHow are you alive?â you finally managed to say, Techno looking down at you hearing the question, âno one in history has ever survived a fifty block anvil drop, how did you-â
âShh my blade, just relax, youâre stressing yourself out, you need to calm down. Steady your breathing, just relax,â Techno held you closer to him, âIâll answer every question you have in the morning, you need to relax.â
You just nodded, feeling the comfort of being near Techno and knowing heâs safe overtake you as you yawned quietly, hearing Techno chuckle. Before you could let sleep overtake you, you looked up at Techno who was staring out the window, âplease donât leave me again.â
Techno smiled down to you as he placed a small kiss to your head, âyou know Iâll always come back to you no matter what happens.â
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This one is an SBI family au in the Detroit Become Human universe
Here's a sketch comic! Explanation at the bottom!
So, to explain. This is a Detroit Become Human au where SBI family loses Wilbur in an accident. Philza can't handle his grief and his long time friend, the inventor of androids in this au, recreates his dead son for him.
The little sketch comic is when Tommy and Techno come to check on their adoptive father and find their dead brother sitting there seemingly alive, but something is most definitely wrong.
Once I finished my current fic, I want to write a story for this too!
fanon phil @his kids: i know iâm not perfect, but i try my best. the fandom headcanons stuff that excuses and/or explains most of my flaws. also iâm the best father alive.
I absolutely love how Phil is the thing that humanizes Technoblade. My man fucked up time and time again, heâs a classical machiavellian, a sucker for âthe ends justify the meansâ bullshit, but he would drop everything on the spot for Philza. His pride, his beliefs, his riches, his life. And thatâs coming from someone whoâs so, so scared of death.
Phil later on confirmed that totems donât prevent you from dying, but that they bring you back to life. That means Techno did in fact die on the day on his execution. It might be because of this brief dance with death or because of Philza's immortality or Wilbur's passing, but one thing is clear: Technoblade is undeniably afraid of dying.
It explains why he spends so much time gathering resources and totems of undying despite already having plenty. It explains why Tommy's reconciliation with Tubbo hurt him so much. Not because he didnât see it coming â Tommy was always very clear about still loving Tubbo and wanting to make amends with him â but because he felt vulnerable having so many armed people, all willing to kill Techno, surrounding him. It explains the genuine fear he felt when Sapnap almost killed him during Doomsday. He has down to two hearts. One more hit and Technoblade wouldâve lost his first canon life.
However, Techno was willing to give his life for Phil if it meant he would be ok. If it meant he would be safe and fine and happy. âPhil! Phil, what did they do to you?!â is such a powerful line, but the phrase that follows is even more raw. âYou leave him alone! Just take me!â. I love you so much that I will do whatever it takes for you to be ok, even if it means Iâm not around to see it happen. I know that Techno would technically still be alive, but that doesnât matter. In the same way Friend having infinite canon lives didnât matter to Ghostbur. It goes way beyond that.
I'd like to bring back something cc!Techno said about c!Techno, c!Wilbur and c!Tommy being brothers. The reason he didnât agree with the SBI family dynamic is because he would never betray his family. Philza may not have his blood and he may not be his parent, but Technoblade would rather die than betray this man. Their bond is something that words canât reach. Itâs love in its purest form. True and genuine.
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