More Dream SMP Headcanons. This Time Its Technoblade.

More Dream SMP Headcanons. This time it’s Technoblade.

-Techni is a piglin hybrid. His lower canines are rather big, they poke out of his mouth, like mini tusks. They don’t impread his speech because he’s had them all his life. Pale pink skin, his hair is slightly darker version of an overworld pig’s skin. Pig hooves, long tail with floof at the end. Five fingers, normal hand structure except for the tough hoof-claws on his fingers. From the middle joint of his fingers up is his hoof-claws.

-Lots of jewelry, his fancy crown, a jewelry cuff on his tail, bedazzled with gems like the ones on his crown. Earnings and earing chains hangs from his ears. He wears a few gold and silver rings, studded with precious gems.

-His eyes are blue but with his mask on his eyes are a solid yellow.

-Long hair, stops just at the base of his tail, usually in a braid. When his hair is up in one central braid he has a smaller braid that hangs down below and behind his right ear, tied to the end is one of Philza’s feathers. Even when his hair is down that extra braid is there. He even adds a braid behind his left ear, a small disc shaped bead attached the band holding the braid together but he removed it when Tommy and Technoblade split.

-He’s huge, really tall, broad shoulders, skinny but muscular. I’d say about 7’3, man is imposing, even more so with the cloak and armor making him look even bigger.

-His pig mask has built in glasses lenses, when it’s off he wears regular glasses. Black frames, real simple.

-Plenty of scars. He’s done a lot of fighting.

-He was found by Philza when he was about four, a group of adventures wanted to kill lil piglin hybrid Techno. When Wilbur was born the lil guy, being the child of a fae and a shapeshifter, he shapeshifted to look like Techno. They’re “twins”.

-When Techno was in his teens he decides to strike out on his own to discover his place in the world. During his travels discovers a small nation, immediately faces discrimination for being a hybrid, a piglin hybrid to make it worse. He enters the big fighting tournament he wins his crown. He then takes down said corrupted government, cementing his anarchist ways.

-Like in my Ranboo post, Techno also found little Ranboo, taught him to fight, gave him a crown, and they went separate ways. Techno continuing his nomadic warrior wandering.

-His travels yield experience, both worldly and fighting, scars, and a ferocious reputation.

Antarctic Anarchist Commune:

-Techno will curl up by the fire place and reads. Phil will often join him.

-Everyone in the AAC have a personalized AAC sigil. Techno’s has boar tusks jutting out from under it.

Y’all remember when everyone called Puffy Dream’s mom? Yeah let me elaborate on that.

Could you imagine Puffy in denial that her little baby, her little duckling, is a monster? Could you imagine her finally coming to terms with it, her taking up a sword against him? Her joining the rebellion to dethrone the son she loves so dearly.

But then the gang discovers Dream has been possessed for a very long time, a Dreamon and its host, now they set out to find out a way to separate them. After finding a way to do so a huge battle ensues and Puffy is the one to separate the Dreamon from Dream.

Imagine her, battered and bruised, stumbling to the center of a huge crater where her little duckling lays. She calls out “Son?” As she gets closer, Dream looks up, mask cracked, “Mom?”. Puffy runs to him, gathering her son in her arms, “I’m here, I’m here.” “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Is this my desperate need for positive physical affection? Is this my touch-starved state speaking? Maybe. I was just chilling in my room thinking bout Mama Puffy than B O O M angst.

Quick! See if you can predict something actually fluffy happening!

ranboo: three years ago, i married my best friend :]

ranboo: tommy's still mad about it but me and tubbo were sleep deprived and thought it would be funny

Kids, come get your juice!

This is a first draft blurb of the story I’m writing based of my recent SMP post and it’s very late where I live so sorry if this is bad. Also this is the first time I’ll be posting my writing publicly anywhere so please don’t kill me.

Puffy quickly drew her sword and wiped around, as if second nature, she shifted into a defensive stance. Her eyes were locked onto the nearby underbrush.

“I know you’re there, come out!”

Slowly the forms of George, Sapnap, and Skeppy exited the dense brush. They were geared up, their armor and weapons clanking quietly, the enchantments making them shimmer. Puffy’s grip on her sword grew tighter, she wasn’t going to let anyone stop her from saving her son

“If you’re here to stop me, you’ve got another thing coming.”

Saw a post about Mexican Dream being a horrific cryptid under his mask and that got me thinking. Also saw another post about Quackity shapeshifting via masks.

Quackity is a shapeshifter, but can only take on the forms of people he has a mask of or can see at the moment, be they right in front of him, or a picture of them. He can make slight changes, like hair length and color, for example. So hidden away somewhere is the room of masks in everyone’s likenesses. He doesn’t have one for everyone but he can make them if he wanted to. The only one that’s ever been a problem is Dream.

Since Dream always wears his mask Quackity has never seen his face, so without a proper reference for Dream’s face, under the mask is always some kind of horrific Lovecraftian monster. The odd part is Quackity has tried to make the face something else but it never works for what’s under the mask, only the mask itself, Quackity brushes this off as not having seen Dream’s face and his brain is filling in the gaps, but he has a sinking feeling of dread that it’s more than that.

In short Lovecraft style monsters are my jam and it’d be absolutely terrifing if someone like Mexican Dream walks up to you, pulling their mask off to reveal a mess of snapping teeth and eyes.

It’s happened a good few times where I’ll sit there and muse on life and love and wonder if any of it holds meaning or if love is even real. But stuff like this reminds me that even if I can’t see it, the world is brimming with love in its many forms.

lately i’ve been thinking abt how love maybe doesn’t exist. like,,, people pretend to be in love to feel better about themselves.

then i remembered that philza minecraft said he doesn’t regret dying to the baby zombie in his hardcore world because it gave him enough exposure to bring kristin to him so they could get married

then i kept thinking, about tommy and tubbo planning on moving in together after tommy graduates

sapnap, dream and george planning on moving in together when they’re able

ranboo donating over $100k to the trevor project for his cousin

dream wanting to wait to face reveal until he’s with george

wilbur calling tommy his best friend

wilbur helping tommy ‘break into his office’ for his vlog

wilbur getting out of bed just to talk to tommyinnit

karl, george, sapnap, dream and quackity falling asleep over a vc call

ranboo making sure to warn his chat about jump scares, flashing lights, and potential triggers

maybe love isnt dead