Just Some Random Stuff And Old Memories...

Just some random stuff and old memories...

X Anon here!! Just wanted to say how much I loved the new one shot you posted <3 I always love your writing and I've actually been thinking of starting my own fanfic writing blog for dsmp because of you, I was wondering if you think it's be a good idea? - X

Thank you so much! I love everyone's support! And if you think you are in the write head space for taking on the task of a writing blog, go ahead! Just to set your boundaries!

Isn't Techno actually 6.3? I think he once said that.

Idk, google says he's 5'8

(Not a request)

(I will also be using this "form" of technoblade in this fic) (btw this isn't my art, the original artist is here @ArtLinxi)

~<{-Technoblade-}>~

Taming God

'Life up in the heavens was, for the most part, perfect. It's something that mortals don't even have the brain power to imagine. It looks like whatever you want up here. If you like it raining, it shall rain. Snowing, it shall snow. It is like this for everyone in the heavens. The heavens are a place only the gods may travel to and from. No mortal greedy hands may even graze the silk clouds. They may only look at it with hopeful and envious eyes. Even when the mortals were first made, they tried their damn best to reach the holy deity of nature. Some tried to fool them, and say they were trying to thank them.

The Deity of nature is no fool. As punishment the holy being made the animals mute, and put boundaries so the flying mortals could not reach her.'

His eyes looked at the words, as he read in a low whisper. He had practically already memorized this book with the amount of times he had read it. The piglin hybrid closed the worn out book with a small 'pat' coming from the book as it's hard cover closed. He set it down, his ears twitching in the direction of the crackles from the fire. It's warm light reflected onto his paleish skin.

A long exhausted sigh left the pink haired man's lips, as he leaned back into the deep red soft chair. To him it was his humble throne, a place where you can watch the world fall apart and rebuild itself again. Or and that's what he liked to believe. On days when he was snowed in like he had been for the past few days, he always picked up that one book. The book that described the rise in the fall of every creature on this world. It describes the deity of nature, and how cruel but kind they could be. One quote had always stuck out to the Piglin mix. The quote read, "The nature deity is kind, but never fair."The quotes stood out like a dandelion in the garden. It's words spoke so true, but he just kept reading the book to read over that line just one more time. Oh how he wished he would one day be able to meet the fine Deity that was described in the book. The book would describe how soft their hair was, how no fine silks could even compare. It described how gentle their touch was. It's said that the bird's feathers compared to their touch felt like a rock. The books spoke of how delicate their voice was, in sirens of the seas could only wish to mock their tone. The book's words described how the deity's eyes could pierce one soul, but make an entire universe's knees weak with just a wink.

But as the hours passed as the man kept reading the book, the snow began to clear. And he was able to go outside once again. He did have some errands to run, so he suited himself up with the finest armor that he had. And went out on his journey.

The piglin hybrid had traversed through many different biomes through his days, but this one was different…

He has come across it while emerging from a nether portal, and has expected the normal grassy valley that was so we'll known. But instead he was met with a forest full of every different kind of tree. Green grass littered the ground, with flowers of all kinds spreading their places on the ground. There was a slight breeze blowing leaves on the trees. Letting the small thimble of leaves echo through the forest. As the anarchist hunter cautious, yet curiously began to explore this new found terrain. His eyes wandered every inch of the world. His ears picked up the sound of a nearby river, and his nose overwhelmed with all the floral smells. As his booted feet took delicate steps, his royal looking red cape dragged on the ground slightly. He was uninterrupted, as he kept walking through the forest. Until his ears twitched, picking up the soft humming of a different being. His eyes directed themselves into the direction of the noises, as he unsheathed his sword. He made careful and slow movements to the sound. It seemed whenever the humming began, a small breeze picked up. As the pink haired hybrid came upon the sound, his eyes grew wide. Staying hidden behind the trees he stared at you.

You were just how they describe in the book, but so much better! Your

hair was slightly messy, in a cute way, it was decorated with flowers and flower crowns. You had multiple horns atop your head. One pair was on the middle of your head, of which resembled an elk's. They stood tall, but intertwined with the air and separated in every other direction. Vines of lavender had climbed themselves up and onto these horns. While sitting on the side of your head were ram like horns, that twisted in what seemed like a never-ending spiral. Various different rings decorated these. The last set of horns resembled a backwards L-shape. With the pointed end connected to your head. These horns wore small flower crowns at the base. The garments that you wore were loose and flowy, stopping just above your knees, the sleeves seemed to represent wings. The colors of your clothing were indescribable. You sat on the ground, in a patch of grass, as your fingers delicately plucked the strings of the harp. Humming along to the tone.

The piglin found himself, slowly walking closer, but with his lack of focus he carelessly moved his foot right in front of a root that decided today would be a great day to stick out of the ground. And just as every other living being with legs trips, so does the blood god. The man fell face forward, with a pokey bush to help cushion his fall!

The sudden noise caused you to jump up, and back away, ready to use your godly abilities to scare away any danger. A groan left the bush where the piglin landed. You frowned your brows, and your goat-like ears on the side of your head twitched.

"Who goes there?" You ask firmly, "Friend or foe? I demand, as the ruler of this great land you show yourself!"

The man in the bushes, heart skipped many beats. You were so firm with your orders.. The piglin was quick to stand, with his hands raised and walked out from the shadows.

"My name is Technoblade," he said, walking forward enough for you to see him. "I am a friend…"

You stood tall, despite your size difference, (him being taller/slightly taller depending on your height).

"What is your business here?" You demand.

This caught Technoblade off guard. But how could anyone be on guard in this place? It was wonderful, and if the garden of Eden was real this place would put it to shame. Technoblade stuttered, trying to find an answer. His mind seemed to completely stop in time, his throat closed up and his palms grew sweaty. He cleared his throat, and in return you grew impatient.

"Well? Answer my question!"

"I-i was wandering around and came across this place-" he tried to explain, but was quickly interrupted by the tirade that was you.

"How did you get in here?"

"What magic did you use to find me?"

"Are you here to cause harm?"

"Did a witch put you up to this?"

"Did you come here to harm my children of the world?"

"Did one of the other gods put you up to this?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you come to me?"

"Who told you about this place?"

You spoke with a raised voice, keeping your firm tone.

Technoblade stumbled over his words trying to answer your abundance of questions. Though the more you inquired Techno, he noticed the sky greyed with the incoming rain clouds.

"Hey! Hello?" You waved your hands in the air to get his attention.

Your tries succeeded, as his eyes went from the sky back into you. But instead of answering your question, to your displeasure, he gave you a confused hum. You glared at him, getting a better look at the man standing in front of you. He stood at about 6'2-6'3. He had ear's similar to yours, where they stuck out from the side of your head. His ears wore beautiful gold earrings of varying styles. He wore a crown, and a loose white dress shirt. His hair looked soft, and was a light color of pink. He had styled it in a loose half up half down. But the thing that stuck out most to you, was his red kings cape, it was beautiful. In other words...he was handsome. You were quickly knocked from your thoughts when the man named Technoblade began to talk.

"Well, I got here through a nether portal. I thought this place was odd, so I began to walk around. That's when I heardyour humming, and was curious. I may assure you oh great deity; I had no ill intentions." He tried to reassure you.

You didn't let your guard down, but you did lower your shoulders slightly.

"...So you need help getting out of here?"

"Yes." Technoblade nodded, his hair bouncing slightly with his nod.

You sighed, as you began to walk closer to Technoblade, you earned the reaction of him backing away slightly. In return you raised a brow and laughed like a child.

"What are you scared?" You teased.

You only earned a huff from the piglin like man. With the roll of your eyes, the two of you were off to find the nether portal Technoblade had entered through.

You had barely started the small search, and it was already agonizingly quiet. The only sound that filled the large space between you two was the crunching of sticks and leaves under your feet. Not even the bird's tweets were loud enough.

"So...um... Technoblade right?" You said, making a weak attempt to try and start a conversation.

"Yes." He answered bluntly.

You only nodded in response. As the time flowed by, you kept count of every single minute. You flipped your head back in annoyance, this made Technoblade tilt his head in confusion.

"How long did you walk?" You complained.

Technoblade shrugged slightly, "I'm not sure, I got lost…"

You mumbled a complaint under your breath. You weren't normally like this, it's just that he interrupted your harp time! You would be fine, any other time. You had stopped in your tracks, have had enough of this mindless wondering. You placed your hand onto a tree, letting the rough texture of the bark rub against your soft palms. You lifted your head with a small slant, allowing more smells to flood into your nose. And your ears twitched slightly forward allowing sounds to crowd within your hearing.

As the smell of rotting flesh, and a misty ghost cry hit your hearing and smell you immediately knew where the portal was. You took off running, catching Technoblade off guard he kept to hurry after you.

You two had been running for less than two minutes before you reached the portal. But unlike you normally would, you wanted to walk this Technoblade back to his residents completely. You have no idea what caused this feeling, maybe it was because the silence that you two shared, it wasn't uncomfortable. Silence was oddly satisfying, and filling of the heart. The feeling reminded you of when you were young and just finished a huge feast. I would leave you with this aching stomach, but you had no regrets because it was delicious. The warm food going down your throat was comforting. You straightened out your shoulders before speaking.

"I wish to walk you fully back to your home, to make sure you get there safely."

Technoblade was a bit taken aback, but he walked over to you and stood at your side. A slight expression of worry coated his face.

"Are you sure you'll be okay in the nether?" He asked with a thread of concern lacing his words. He only earned a nod in response.

As the two of you continued your journey to his home in the tundra, you began to open up slightly. You learned about his anarchist views, and how he has a slight constant want for violence and chaos. This confused you ever so slightly, it reminded you of the war God. But as he opened up like a chest bearing treasures that you could never have imagined, he kept trying to pry your lock to open yours. He was so willing to tell you about his life, well most of it anyways. He wasn't going around telling people about the voices all willy-nilly.

But the constant prying at the lock of your chest finally broke, it shattered across the ground like a vase as if a child would break it. The blade had finally gotten you to open up. To tell him about your life is a deity. What it's like taking care of nature, your views on humans and other creatures that build towns and fires. He asked you many questions, like,

"Why did you make natural disasters a thing?"

"How come so many things die? Do you enjoy causing that much chaos?"

"How come you made this creature this way?"

"Do you ever regret any of your creations?"

"Describe the heavens to me, won't you?"

"Where do us mortals go when we die?"

He bombarded you with these questions as you had bombarded him earlier. Was this revenge? But with each question that he asks, You only gave a vague answer and response. But as the two of you kept walking slowly with your journey, The shadows grew closer connecting slowly. The moon rose and the sun fell, night had come.

Technoblade's guard was immediately up. You may be a deity but these dumb monsters do not know their God. You were touched by his sudden protective side.

It wasn't long before you came upon his home. If you were being honest you were quite impressed. Techno offered you inside to have a cup of tea as a thanks. Of course you accepted.

~

You sat on the plush red chair, it was quite comfy. It cradled all the right points in your back, It was certainly a good chair. As you looked around you noticed that the walls were full of bookshelves. You decided to bring it up in conversation.

"So you're a big reader, huh?" You inquire informally.

"I guess you could say that, I only really do when I'm not outside or causing trouble somewhere else. Being an outlaw I can only do so many things. Reading was luckily one of those things. Anyways the tea will be ready soon." He ends off his explanation by informing you the time of your beverage will come soon.

As the time came for the tea kettle to let out it's a quite annoying screech. Your warm beverage was soon in your hand. The fresh smoke raised from the top of the cup.

A small puff of cool air from your lips, attempted to rid the drink of some of its heat. This of course was going to take more than one attempt. So instead of looking like a dying puff of fish you decide to just let it cool on its own. But when the drink is ready, your lips touch the warm cup. As you tilted it at a slant so the liquid would fall into your mouth. The warm tea made contact with your taste buds, causing a concert of flavors to run through your mouth and down your throat. The taste of lavender and honey invaded your mouth. And a content size left your lips.

"It tastes wonderful." You comment, earning but a slight knowledge from the piglin.

But the more you drink the delicious sweet tea, the lighter your head grows. Your eyelids grow heavy as if it felt like they were holding weights. A small yawn leaves you, as you quickly find yourself ascending into the world of dream. Your mind letting it state fall into the warm grasp and cuddly hold of sleep. The piglig stood by and watched, with a sickly smile painting his face.

He finally had you. The Great nature deity that they had described in the book so many times. You were his. His god. His savory, he finally had in his grasp. You were so much better than described. Your fiery personality was so much more than written down. Your beauty surpassed expectations. You were perfect for him. He had been watching you for a while. It wasn't his first time in that forest. He just played dumb so you would hopefully help him. He had always watched from a distance, watching you hum and dance around. It was a beautiful sight to see you act like that, thinking that you knew no one was around.

That book was the only thing that kept this man sane, until he could get his greedy hands onto you.

They said it was impossible. Just imaginary, to even speak to a god. Let alone kidnap you. Yet here you were, asleep and at his mercy. You truly were so naive. Now you might be questioning, how is he going to keep you locked away? Simple. He won't. He'll put you back into your little forest, but make sure he will be the only one that is able to enter and exit at will. He can't risk you getting away, or other people getting curious.

Technoblade may be a sweetheart, but he is not dumb. You are his, and you need to learn that. But it is okay, if that might take a while. He has all the time in the world for you.

~

As you awoke you found yourself on the same patch of grass that you had once sat on. You continued on about your deity life completely unaware of the

spell that he had you under. You were completely naive of your captivity, until you try to leave. It doesn't matter how hard you fight. It doesn't matter how much you believe. It doesn't matter how much faith you have. It doesn't matter how determined you are. It doesn't matter how hard-headed you've become. You will have to come to terms with the fact that you are trapped in your own home. And once you figure this out. You will realize that a mortal. A feeble mortal. A speck of dirt compared to you. A small grain of sand and times huge hourglass. A simple mortal that wants nothing but chaos.

A mortal has tamed a god.

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Tree

Title: small to medium sized circle.

Sometimes I have to sit back and watch the pictures draw themselves.

Interfering only ruins the art.

The art of time ticking by, while I sit and watch the world change before my eyes.

The world changes before my eyes, while I sit in a room of white, staying stagnant with my progression.

My progression is no longer progression, only an excuse and illusion I use on me and others.

They say, "you've grown so much."

When deep down, we all know I am still the same.

I still steal and manipulate like I always have.

People see themselves in a mirror and smile at how they have grown.

People see themselves in a mirror and frown at how far they have backtracked.

I see myself in a window and stare blankly at how I have yet to change.

It is not like I want to stand here, like a pretty weed, fooling the passer byers that I am a pretty plant.

It's not like I want to trick people with my high tides of emotion.

It's all just a small to medium sized circle for me.

Why couldn't it be a square?

Or maybe a trapezoid?

A polygon would be fun!

But alas the pencils still move along the paper, depicting the same image they always do.

The same image of a circle.

A circle where I sit back and watch the pictures draw themselves.

Because if I interfere, it will ruin the art.