#d smp

It came out way more tied to Phil’s history then I think I meant to make it but there’s only so much space on the paper so 5 time spans to describe is fine with me. Here’s Phil’s way more detailed one btw lol:

Phil lore aside:

Sapnap: Ranking my teachers by how much they’ve slept with my dad.

Sapnap: *Holding a picture of George*

Sapnap: 10/10, has never slept with my dad.

Sapnap: *Holding a picture of Quackity*

Sapnap: 9/10, he’s come close… but has never slept with my dad.

Sapnap: *Holding a picture of Skeppy*

Karl’s character is now established as an ages old, reincarnated or perhaps immortal being. I saw some takes about him being a time traveler, which could also be true. Somehow, someway, he was there for these stories- not as a character, but as the narrator. It wasn’t a character who is similar to him, it’s him. He is incredibly old, and outlasts the SMP as a whole. He’s been there since the beginning, and maybe even longer.

Dream too. This event expanded the Dreamon lore so much, just because of Dream forgetting to change his skin, lol. Dreamons are now established to live in the same bodies for hundreds of thousands of years. It also shows why Dream chose the SMP land specifically and why he’s so protective of it- he’s lived there forever.

A/N- Alright, so "in light" of the rather unfortunate news we were all made aware of as fans of Technoblade today, I've written a short piece that's almost-completely fluffy. I am in no way trying to "romanticize"- in a sense- what's happening/what happened. I'm just trying to write some Techno comfort. I hope he gets better soon and I might write a "part 2" piece to this story if you guys enjoy this piece.

Genre- Slight Angst to Fluff, but mostly fluff

Characters- Technoblade

Warnings- Tears, sadness, then just wholesome comfort

"Extras"- Romantic or Platonic, I'm leaving that up to you as the reader. Gender-neutral reader, GN Reader, Reader lives in the Tundra like Techno and Phil, In-game AU

Word Count- 0.5k+

He’s your home, a safety net of sorts. Any thought of the piglin hybrid tends to spread a warm, cozy feeling throughout your body and a smile tugs upwards at the corners of your lips. He was one of the most stable people you know, a natural rush of dopamine surging through your veins. If something ever happened, he was there in an instant to catch you when you begin to so much as stumble, never once letting you hit the ground.

The smiles and laughter you both shared together was nothing short of remarkable, no matter how miniscule the situation was. There was just about never a dull moment when you both were side by side, which admittedly, was almost always. Something about your personalities just caused you both to click in a way you could’ve never imagined previously. There were rarely tears or any sort of sad emotions when together. One thing was for certain, you were enamored with each other.

With this being said, you were a bit shocked to say the least, when said man came stumbling into your cottage a bit more roughly than normal. Your fireplace was lit, soft crackling and popping noises coming from the burning wood occasionally. Sitting comfortably on your couch, a soft quilt had been draped around you for an extra bit of warmth as you read a book. There was a pleasant aura in your cottage, homey and inviting, cozy. That was until the wooden front door to your home was slammed open rather aggressively.

The door was shut rather fast after it had been practically thrown open and you were quick to greet Technoblade. It wasn’t hard for you to tell that he was upset, however you couldn’t pinpoint about what because what were you? A mind reader? Reaching up, you grasp the other’s soft red cloak and untie the string at the front with ease. Pulling it off of him, you hang it up on your coat rack after dusting bits of cold snow off of it. Grabbing at his crown soon after, you place it on the end table beside your couch before heading towards your kitchen to prepare some tea for him. You don’t manage to get there, however, as a large, calloused hand gently grasps your wrist and pulls you back a little. Turning your head to face Techno, you raise a brow quizzically.

Instead of giving you a verbal answer, the large male drops to his knees and lets his grasp go from your wrist to the front of your shirt. Pressing his forehead against your stomach, you can feel his teardrops soak through the fabric. You opt for not saying a single thing and instead carefully kneeling down so your eye level with him. Without looking at his face, you pull him into you as you now caress the back of his head with one hand as his head buries itself into the junction between your shoulder and neck. One large hand now clutching the back of your shirt while the other grasped onto your other shoulder, you listened as he hiccupped softly. You didn’t know what was wrong, nor were you going to ask unless he spoke up about it first, but in that moment, you both knew you were there for him. For each other.

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