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#Tw Techno's Death
catzgam3rz · 2 years
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everything you need is within you
you are stronger than you know
you are the daylight
you are the night
the darkness you fight is within you
the light you seek is within you
you are not alone
Good Game, Mr. Blade
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ohdeergood · 2 years
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The only thing that made me at least smile on the last Technoblade video was thinking about when that #FuckDave was going around and imagining how much he must've laughed about it because that wasn't even his name
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thunderbottle · 2 years
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a world not big enough for the two of us
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quaranmine · 2 years
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The official Minecraft account posted this. I think it's really sweet of them to acknowledge the impact he had on the community.
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benchtrioupdates · 2 years
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Tubbo posted on Twitter
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comradeboyhalo · 2 years
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420technoblazeit · 1 year
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aw mannnnn he's gotta stop im gonna cry i havetn thought about techno in a hot minute. i dont think that's the original disc either i like. vaguely remember him getting that disc and putting it aside and laughign about how it was just like tommy's
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plooshai · 2 years
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rest in peace. thank you for everything. fly high, king. you deserve it <3
[Image ID: A drawing of a collection of items. A sword is stuck in the ground, with an emerald hanging off the handle. A cape is on the floor by the sword and a crown is covering both. A bell and a potato sit beside them. "blood for the blood god" and "so long, Techno" are written above and below the items.]
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mel-loly · 2 years
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-“He didn't die, he just respawned in a better place”
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nomsfaultau · 4 months
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RELIGION? IN MY DSMP? MORE LIKELY THEN YOU THINK
Anyways would you like to have a debate like Ancient Greek scholars about religious imagery on the DSMP
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“…and every revival only births a perversion of the original, and yet a return to form and renewal of the mission. Wilbur brought back to ambition, Tommy to fear, Techno to anarchy. This is because they were not properly revived through holy means, instead in symbols associated with satanic imagery; a grimoire, a totem. The revival book’s association with Dream echos ideas of Satan offering power that ultimately corrupts. Other symbols of Christianity show up beyond souls, revival, and satanic imagery, likewise tied to Dream. In the garden of Eden—”
“Golden apple as a symbol of the temptation of power! Of course of course! Knowledge as power, the fall of man from grace. This shows particular on the summit meeting between Techno and Dream, wherein a god apple is given by Dream. This falls neatly into parallel with Eden, where Eve is lured with the promise of having the same wisdom and thus power as god. It is the temptation presented, power promised in the same breath as suffering and conflict…”
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aneldritchmoth · 2 years
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No words, I'll just leave this here.
DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL
For anyone curious, here are the flowers in the image:
Agrimony - thankfulness, gratitude
Aloe - grief
Marigold - pain, grief
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thespoonisvictory · 2 years
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no combination of words could express accurately how much this hurts to hear. best wishes to his friends and family and an incomprehensibly large thank you to techno and everything he’s given the internet for the past decade
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skullyfuck · 2 years
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rest in peace, king
thank you so much for everything
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...well that's one way to put it-
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colossal-red · 2 months
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Endless Sleep
Tw: death mention, grieving.
Tommy’s sleep was restless, it had been several weeks since the incident, as those dumbass therapists called it… he hated that word now. Ever since that day, it had been hard to close his eyes.
He missed those mofos so much.
In his sleep, in the very same room on a significantly bigger bed than the one he rested in on a nightstand, Philza would awaken, and sit up with a groggy look about him, wiping some sleep from his eyes he would turn to look at Tommy… a sigh coming from his lips.
He himself had troubles too, but he had to be there for Tommy; It was all that kept him going, losing two of his three sons would do that to you… need something to keep you going. He’d rise to his feet, and gently stroke Tommy’s small hair with a finger, feeling his soft movements, despite the sad nature of his distressed motions, it was the most active he’d seen him in a while.
“Shhh…” He whispered softly, stroking his blond hair until he calmed. The larger avian would look out a window, gazing at the night sky, the stars shining brightly. He wished he could see them just one last time.
On the nightstand, close to where Tommy slept was a photo of the once happy family, but now half of them were gone. Techno, gone much too soon and Wil, taken most recently.
It was heart shattering.
Memories flashed through Phil’s mind, as soundless tears dripped from his face, times of love, times of laughter; God he’d give anything to have those times back.
One memory in particular appeared, a day like any other, except all four of them were tired as shit hehe… Phil nearly crashed the car that day, picking them all up from their work or school in Tom’s case.
Tubbo had called them all sleepy boy’s when he came to visit, and the name kind of stuck, it became an inside joke, Sleepy Boi’s Incorporated, they called themselves.
They tried their best to stay awake and have some family bonding time together but… when Wil face-planted into a pie that Tommy had moved in front of him, Phil would send them off to bed.
Everyone learned a lesson from that to not stay up too late hehe…
Suddenly, lost in his thought, something would perch on Phil’s shoulder, and nuzzle his neck. “Tommy…?”
“Phil.” Tommy replied simply, wings held close to his body as he stayed there on the Bean’s shoulder.
“Did I wake you?”
“Nah, if your snores can’t wake me up old man I doubt anything could.“
That caused a laugh from Phil, Tommy staying perched on despite the shakes, Phil was still crying a bit, but the laughter felt nice. The smaller avian smiled, burrowing into Phil’s neck as he reached up and placed a hand on Tommy to almost hug him, a sniffle coming from Tom.
“You okay mate?”
“Yeah,it’s just… I wish they were here with us.”
“Me too Tom, me too.” Phil replied, sighing again as he sat down, softly stroking Tom’s hair.
“It’ll be okay mate. They’d- they’d want us to carry on…”
“Yeah, Wil would’ve cracked a joke here I think. Techno would maybe have laughed in his usual way, patting your back…” Tom mumbled to himself, just staying as close to Phil as he could.
“Yeah, probably.” Phil said with a sad smile.
“I think… I’ll be okay… won’t we Dadza..?”
“Yea… yea mate,”
“We’ll be okay.”
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Hey y’all, Red here.
Regarding the Wilbur Soot allegations…
Wilbur Soot is gone; As far as I'm concerned, the Wilbur Soot we knew is dead now... the one we knew and loved would never do the things he's done, all that's left is this, terrible abuser who I can’t even recognize. :,]
I believe… we can still make fics about the one we knew and loved, our Real Wilbur, not this- disgrace.
Separating the one we knew and loved from the disgrace that emerged from the ashes;
And so I had this fic idea… a smol Fic Idea: A tribute to the SBI, Phil and Tommy-centric with the two in grieving over the deaths of Wil and Techno, but after some bonding and comfort- g/t, the short fic would end with the simple words... "It'll be okay" to celebrate the life of Techno, as we are getting close to that time of the year again… when we lost the legend… and to celebrate the Wilbur Soot we knew and loved, but abhor what he has become.
Just to be clear: I 100% support Shelby, she’s a good person, who didn’t deserve any of what happened to her… or anyone else affected by Will…
This fic, and any subsequent ones released after this by me… are not in support of Will, they are a tribute to the happy memories the Wilbur we knew and loved gave us, and mourning of the loss of the one that gave us hope, and inspired us…
I miss him, and after that ‘apology’
In the words of Soldier Boy…
“You’re such a f^cking disappointment.”
🫂
Here’s a hug for everyone in need :,] I’m still on hiatus, just to be clear… but when I get the chance to truly come back I will, I love all of you/p
And I hope y’all have an excellent day… (When I come back I’ll also clear out my inbox- thanks for the asks <3/p)
See y’all… when I see you. ❤️/p
P.S. I do apologize if people look at this fic in bad taste, I wrote this for myself majorly, in mourning of the man who was “Everything I wanted to be” as quoted from Spider-Man Ps4.
@kayla-crazy-stuffs @brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @poprockpanda @a-tiny-frog-girl @local-squishmallow
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