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iamthemain-character · 3 years

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‘till the end of time

c!technoblade x reader, PLATONIC c!tommyinnit x reader

Gender Neutral Pronouns

TW: Very light angst

This is a part two to my original one shot, “‘till it all burns down.” i linked it below in case you haven’t read it yet and want to know the backstory to this one. big thank you to @ghostlysenses for encouraging me to post this. :)

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Y/n’s back was hot from the sun that was shining down on it. Standing up, they stretched out and surveyed the work they had down. For many blocks all that was there to be seen were neat rows of plants, all ready to grow and be harvested. All day Y/n had worked hard to put their garden together, planting wheat, carrots, beetroot, and even melons.

The villagers that Y/n lived near had graciously offered to trade for the seeds and starter vegetables, allowing them to become self sufficient for food. They had even offered the young person a rooting potato, but Y/n had respectfully declined. It would be many years before they could probably look at the root vegetable without feeling pain.

The sun started to get low in the sky, so Y/n decided to call it a day. They gathered up their tools and started the trek through their village; smiling and nodding to their neighbors that now hustled themselves and their children inside to be safe. Even though the villagers were very different from Y/n, they had learned the strange people’s language enough to communicate and live peacefully among them.

As they arrived at their home, they took a moment to observe the work of their hands. Piece by piece Y/n had built up a beautiful little cottage, surrounded by flowers and trees. A beehive hummed with the activity of it’s inhabitants, and off in the distance a cow moo-ed, content with the evening. The air was sweet and warm, but a breeze brought a chill to the still person.

Shaking themselves from their thoughts, Y/n went into the house to prepare dinner. It was dark inside, and slightly cold from the lack of fire all day. As they went around the house, lighting lanterns and stoking fireplaces, light flooded into the small home, but the chill still remained. To be fair, it had never left. No matter how much wool was used to carpet or how plush the furniture was, Y/n still felt a chill permeate every inch of the house.

Even though it had been a long time since they had left their original home, the memories of laughter and companionship still haunted them. Y/n had a lot of space to themselves, but they missed having roommates who constantly argued and tried to cook together. Y/n didn’t regret leaving, they did it for the right reasons, but they still missed the life they had lost on that tragic day.

Feeling nostalgic after dinner, Y/n found their way into their basement, and after rummaging chest after chest, they finally found it. When Y/n first decided to settle in the village, they took all their old belongings and tucked them away deep. Now, however, they felt a little adventurous and decided it was time to go through the discarded items.

Settling down on the couch, Y/n slowly creaked open the lid. Dust flew everywhere, covering anything nearby; still, they persisted. At the top was just some leather armor and stone tools, tuck away after they had collected iron in their new home. Deeper in the chest, they felt their hand grasp a handle; lifting up, a netherite sword came out of the chest, it’s enchanted surface gleaming in the light. A matching axe and pickaxe soon followed. Beneath the tools came a slightly dirty fur lined cloak. It was [your favorite color], and Y/n’s heart twisted at the sight of it, remembering the day they received it.

Winter was settling into the area, and the snow stopped melting in the afternoons. Y/n’s and Tommy’s light jackets proved to be no match to the incoming chill. Technoblade was well prepared, his thick red cloak never leaving his shoulders when he went outside. Of course, as part piglin, the cold had always bothered him a little bit, so he constantly wore the cloak. But it didn’t pass the hybrid’s notice when his friends started shaking every time they went outside.

Technoblade usually went out for a little bit each day, but for a week he went out for hours at a time, and at odd hours as well. Sometimes Y/n could hear him leave the house late into the night, or other times he would leave before the crack of dawn. Whenever questioned, the tall man would simply reply “Business” and walk away or change the subject. Eventually Y/n just dropped it, but it didn’t dampen their curiosity.

Finally the answers were finally revealed. One morning, as Tommy and Y/n were setting the table for breakfast, Technoblade walked through the door. As the pair rushed to their friends side with concern and questions, they noticed two bulky, brown paper wrapped packages in his arms.

“Are those presents for me? I love presents.” Tommy queried, always excited at the prospect of new items to treasure.

“They’re for both of you.” Technoblade handed each a package and crossed the room and sat down at the table.

Y/n convinced Tommy to wait to open the gifts until after breakfast, and he did, but they thought he might explode the way he bounced his knee. Finally the table was cleared, and the impatient blond rip open the paper. Inside was a thick red sweater, perfectly crafted for the young boy. It was clearly made to withstand the elements, but it also was quite fashionable. Tommy quickly gave his thanks to Technoblade, but he soon ran outside to give it a test in the fresh snow that had fallen in the night.

Turning to the person beside him, Technoblade pushed the package towards them. “Open it.”

Y/n carefully untied the strings and peeled back the paper; what was lying underneath caused their breath to catch in their throat. It was a cloak, lined with soft white fur. The actual cloth was made of beautifully dyed wool, and it was their favorite color. Now Y/n understood why Technoblade had been sneaking off, he must’ve been collecting wool and getting someone to make these for them and Tommy.

“I noticed how much you liked mine, so I got Nikki to make one just like it. Do… do you like it?”

Y/n looked from the cloak in their hand to the man who had given it to them. “I love it.”

A tear dropped from Y/n’s face and dampened their knee. The cloak was held in their hands just like that beautiful day, but instead of being surrounded by people they loved, Y/n was all alone. That cloak had protected them for a long time, whether it had been collecting wood in the forest or sneaking into L’manburg. It had come with them as they had fled the greater Dream SMP, and they hadn’t the heart to get rid of it as they tried to start their life again.

Gently setting the cloak aside, Y/n reached into the chest to pull out anything left behind. For a while they only felt the wooden bottom, but suddenly their hand curled around a cold metal circle. Pulling it out into the light, Y/n saw that it was a compass, glowing and etched with the words “Your Tubbo”.

“Take this, in case you ever want to find us again.”

Those had been Tommy’s last words to his beloved friend. Y/n realized how much they must’ve meant to him if he had given up the compass that had connected him to Tubbo while in exile. He had given it to them because he wanted Y/n to always be able to find home, just like he has always been able to know where his home was, even when he hadn’t been able to go there.

H o m e.

Y/n had built a home with Tommy in exile, and then they had built a home with Technoblade in his forest. Even when things were hard, even when everything felt like it was falling apart, Y/n had always had a home.

Suddenly, Y/n knew why their house had always felt cold, why there was no comfort in it. Tommy was their home, Technoblade was their home. It wasn’t the place or what possessions they had, it was the people, the chosen family that had made those places home. Y/n realized that no matter how hard they tried, they would never stop hurting for the people they had left behind. Because that’s what happens when you love someone, you never forget them.

Standing up with the compass clutched tightly, Y/n rushed through their house. Gathering the materials they would need, Y/n prepared for a long journey. They may have been justified in leaving, but they had had a rest, and now Y/n was ready to reclaim their home. Even if Tommy and Technoblade hated each other, Y/n was determined to bring them back together. They would build their home piece by piece, no matter what the cost. And they had no time to lose.

Y/n startled their sleeping neighbor villager, but they managed to communicate to the latter that they would be gone and needed someone to take care of their animals. Sleepy and a tiny bit confused, their neighbor agreed. Quickly expressing gratitude, Y/n got onto their horse and rode off, always staying in the direction the red arrow pointed.

It was late morning by the time Y/n finally saw their destination; the great country of L’manburg rose in the distance, it’s various buildings and sculptures filling up the horizon. As Y/n stepped onto the Prime Path for the first time in what felt like ages, they felt a tiny flame spark in their soul. Some of that warmth of home was finally returning to them.

As Y/n was walking along the path, they saw a blond boy wearing a red and white shirt walking towards them. He was a bit taller, and definitely looked older, but Y/n couldn’t mistake it; he was their Tommy.

Tommy was looking at the path and mumbling to himself, but he looked up and was met with the sight of Y/n. His mouth opened and closed, like a goldfish, but finally he spoke.

“Are you real?”

With tears in their eyes, Y/n nodded. Tommy suddenly ran towards them and soon his was in their arms. Both hugged the other so tightly, as if letting go would mean that it was a ghost or a dream, and they would both wake to find the other gone. Finally, however, Y/n pulled back to look at their beloved brother-like friend. His facial features has matured, and his skin was also littered with various scars. His eyes were a bit sadder, with all the weight of things seen and trauma being carried, but Y/n could also see a tiny bit of that spark that made him Tommyinnit.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Trust me, I can’t believe it either.”

“What brought you back?”

Y/n pulled out the compass and showed it to Tommy. “You did. I wanted to come home Tommy.”

The blond boy pulled his friend in for another hug, and Y/n pretended not to feel their shoulder become damp.

Putting their arm through his, the two friends walked along the prime path; Tommy acted as a tour guide, pointing out new builds and catching up Y/n on the various changes in his and others’ lives. He spoke of how he finally had his discs and how the battle had gone down. Y/n knew Dream deserved death, but they couldn’t help but be proud of how Tommy’s kind heart had preserved him. They were very happy to hear that he was in a prison of his own making, and that the server was free once more.

The two spent the afternoon together, enjoying each other’s company and trying to make up for lost time. Tommy even cautiously showed Y/n new areas under development that could be perfect for a new home. Y/n smiled and went along with it, knowing that they genuinely never wanted to leave again. But still, another thing lingered in the back of their mind.

“You should go see him you know.”

“What?”

“The Blade. He still lives in that cabin you know. You should go see him.”

Y/n took in a deep breath “I dunno Tommy, he-“

“He was madly in love with you, I could tell.”

They didn’t have any response to that, but their heart quickened at the thought of him loving them.

Tommy nudged their shoulder. “Go, I’ll be here when you get back.”

Finally making up their mind, Y/n have their friend a hug with a promise to return. They then set off in the direction of Technoblade’s home. It felt weird going along the familiar path, as if time had frozen and they had never left. With every step the flame in their soul grew, as did their anxiety. Y/n never stopped loving Technoblade, but they hadn’t left on the best terms. They weren’t even sure if he would be happy to see them.

The sun was setting on the cabin as Y/n approached it, and the familiar sight of smoke coming out the chimney said that someone was indeed home. Nothing really had changed, except that Y/n hadn’t been home in a long long time. Putting their horse in the old stable, Y/n slowly walked up the steps. Everything within them was screaming to turn back, to give up, but their heart won. Before they even knew it, their fist was raised and knocked on the weathered spruce door.

Some shuffling could be heard inside, and then all too soon the door was opened. There stood a pink haired man, dressed in a loose white shirt and simple black pants. His hair was falling out of his braid and laid across his shoulders. Some dirt was smudged across the top of his face and on his clothes, a sign of work in the potato farm.

For a moment his face was blank, but he fully took in the person standing in front of him, shock was evident. It looked like he was trying to speak, trying to find words, but he couldn’t. For a moment both Y/n and Technoblade just stood there and stared at each other.

Finally Y/n got up the nerve to speak. “Technoblade, I’m home.”

He took a step out the door, looking Y/n up and down before carefully putting his arms around them. As their arms snaked around his waist in a return hug, Technoblade pulled Y/n close to his chest. His face planted into the top of their head, he just held them for a while. Even as the sun disappeared he didn’t let go, just holding Y/n close to him.

Technoblade’s voice was husky and thick with emotion when he spoke the words he had tried to say so long ago. “I love you.”

Y/n leaned back and looked up into the face of the man they loved. His beautiful eyes held their gaze, and the felt the flame in their soul erupt into a bonfire, setting their whole body aflame. Carefully standing on tiptoe, they pulled Technoblade’s face close and kissed him. He reciprocated, their lips remembering the way they moved against each other.

When the couple broke apart, they stood wrapped in each other’s arms, foreheads pressed together. They would need to have a long conversation, and then there would be the need to figure out how Y/n would move back and if Technoblade and Tommy needed to be brought together again, but all those worries were pushed to the back burner as Technoblade and Y/n enjoyed holding each other again. They were home, and nothing would break them apart again.

“I love you too.”

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dwestfieldblog · 5 years

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LIE BACK AND THINK OF...ENGLAND

Hello...Back once more from a jolly jaunt to the motherland, various weeks of mental and physical bad health interspersed with bursts of good humour and rabid hypo-mania. So nice to be trapped in my mind when alcohol free. So of course started smoking because I need some kind of pacifier. Back to Prague for blood tests again. Another temporary reprieve today, collapsing into coherence as all good systems should. Augmented chords are mysterious, the diminished are tension...unlike some sequences I could mention. Shame the owners of this site have used an algorithm to delete various pictures on my blog which involve nipples, regardless of whether they are actually from classical paintings. Art is being censored...Anyway...enjoying my middle aged adolescence, planning ahead for obsolescence...greetings to the readers from Canes Ventaci, why so Sirius? Smiling is healthy...

Who is the one who is living me now? Da Free John

Religious news/olds...The pope says the church must never again hush up any abuse from its priests (in 2019, that's about (count them) one thousand, nine hundred and something days since the Church was founded with the help of a corrupt Emperor Constantine. Seems like a long time for a Christian group to get to show actual kindness, openness and morality huh? )Well Spotlight fans, it's a start eh? Compassion for your enemies and redemption for all. Or not.

Only found out last month that the word Guru literally means heavy. As in serious. Hmm...or OM AH HUM if you prefer. Well Buddha looks quite hefty eh?

Asshat in Syria appears to have won and sees no shame in having started a war in which hundreds of thousands of his own people have been murdered and/or 'vanished', all for the sake of putting shopkeepers and students who protested for more freedom in their place. Chemical weapons, mass genocide and now a puppet state of Iran and Russia. Well, otherwise it would have been beholden to the USA and that is never a good thing either, ask Britain. Perhaps we can leave America after Europe and become the proud third world prison island to which we have been heading for the last few decades. Oh I am in a good mood this evening.

WOOL..a nice little village in England...received a letter from PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) politely suggesting/demanding that they change their name, as the way in which wool is sheared from sheep is aggressive and cruel. Etc. As if being under attack from the Far Left and Right is not enough, the vegans and snowflakes are rising fast to destroy the last vestigial tails of sanity. 1984 meets the Matrix and Kafka and Huxley have a love/hate-child. For the record, I despise tally ho 'good sport' fox hunting as much as I do animal liberation maniacs. (Yes, I do like animals,...wolves, hawks, black panthers, butterflies, intelligent dogs and dolphins. And Krtek.) Wool will keep their name. So far. Amen. Oh Man...

Gender neutral EU parliament...most words with 'man' in them have all been replaced with less 'specific' terms. When I was a boy and I heard the term Mankind, I never thought of men, I thought of people all over the world. Shame so many adults cannot do this too...but wait, the EU...they have substituted mankind with Humanity. (Doesn't that have man in it too?) I would LOVE to be present at one of these meetings where such semantically diseased people meet to waste life with such pointless new guidelines and turn a psychic death ray on them.

At some point, one hopes that folk will swing back away from these extremes and find the middle path of balance. But I don't think it is likely. People will always have ideas because they have brains of varying types and according to nature or nurture and their egos, can make the most mind screwingly dumb thoughts into reality...but for this to happen in a widespread way, requires someone at the end of the process, who, when presented with such, has to approve of, validate, wave it on as a new legally accepted norm. These are some of the people with whom I would most like to have 'a word'. Know what I mean?

Meanwhile new buzz phrases abound...'I self identify as a'...fill in the blank. Choose your gender, you don't even have to have an operation or hormone replacement, just announce it to the universe and be free. However, an opinion is not a truth. (of course I include my own writings in this) If you KNOW you are in the wrong body, CHANGE your body. Hands up (in the air) all those who can remember a time when 'Gender fluid' just meant... fill in the blank again.

Reminds me that Israel is still trying to push the fallacy (into a new globally accepted law) that criticising its government or latest in a line of corrupt leaders equates with racist anti Semitism. It isn't. No more than saying something critical of Angela Merkel for her immigration policy would mean the speaker is a sexist/misogynist. Or a hater of Germans. Same way that mentioning a self identifying sportswoman with a penis who has not yet had the op or hormone therapy is still a man until they commit fully to the sex they feel and know they are and is perhaps not ok to compete with other women while testosterone is in their blood...is not 'transphobic', just stating the obvious. And...

Lesbians who refuse to sleep with a self identifying woman with a penis are also not transphobic, they are making a choice about who and what they will sleep with. If one is not turned on by another human being, then they are not turned on by them. Of course, this is just an opinion and therefore quite possibly not a truth. But it seems reasonable and inoffensive eh? Unless you are a radical transpansexual. In which case my truthful opinion is that all radicals are mentally unstable dangerous lunatics to be avoided. Or try beetroot and carrot juice to eliminate the free radicals....

(That all said, I recall reading some years ago that one of the ultimate forms of humanity/was to be both sexes as one. So who knows? Not me, I never lost control, ha ha. Face to face with the womb man who sold the world. Would bring a whole new meaning to 'go f yourself'. Hermaphrodites come together in the end, alpha/ omega...)

'Nine months to get out, he said, and the rest of our fool lives trying to get back in'.

Perhaps this could be wonderful, with all identities blending into one understanding of life on this planet, were it not for the surplus of those types who will use every opportunity to mislead and manipulate for profit and power. At a school in Brighton (of course) in England, plans have been approved to teach children that all genders can menstruate. Yes, really. Why should 'girls' have all the fun eh? This is where we seem to be heading at greater and greater speed. Absolute bollocks/ovaries being taught as factual lessons. (Hmmm...a brief look with a third eye at history and stories accepted as fact and it can be seen that this is not all that new.)

Putin's evil genius plan to continue being president after his term runs out (under current constitutional rules) is to absorb Belorusssia. Russia thus becoming a new federation which will need a new constitution and to hold an election which he will win. When that runs out, no doubt he will take over/invade/absorb Ukraine etc totally and go on until he is dead. Or everyone else is. Alpha males, huh?

Speaking of which...More hours of CNN and their seemingly accurate reportage of all the utter, dreadful bullcrap from the useful idiot (for Moscow) Trump. Gleefully dissecting every nonsense statement from the blonde succubus's poison mouth. January 23rd, America remains in shutdown as he plays chicken with his entire country. Who will blink first? Reptiles can go for a long time without this. 'Waves of inquiries' look set to begin against the madman. 'Impeach the mother......' indeed. But after such a concentrated amount of watching and reading the news and the colossal amount of negative light, ah do believe I have had enuff again.

'I am He that was and is and shall be'. Apparently, Beethoven had this written down by his own hand on his desk from Egyptian Book of the Dead. 'Serenity is a problem when you've been this close to Heaven.'

('....thus, while the tangible has advantages, it is the intangible that makes it useful' Tao te Ching. Perhaps I will (or should) leave more blanks in this. Does every void need to be filled? China is now on the dark side of the moon, that just asks for a song to be written. Feel safe? Huawei, ha ha ha to everyone who bought their stuff.)

The Czech Republic (while still Czechoslovakia) had a Velvet Revolution, Russia has Pussy Riot and Britain has...? The old cliché true for the greater part was that in the First World War, the common soldiery were 'lions led by donkeys'. These days the majority of the 'common' folk seem like donkeys being led by the greedy into a knackers yard to be slaughtered for meat and glue. Here comes Brexit on a wave of misplaced expectation of regaining control over our destiny. Seems unlikely when the group mind of my country has sunk so deep into entropy, but that is just an opinion. Arf. 'Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way'.Roger Waters.

The young are still in favour of Corbybn and his highly dubious vision, regardless of the radical Momentum behind him who are very likely being supported financially by the Kremlin. Goddess bless our proud snowflake youth! Not going to be many 'safe spaces' available kids if he wins...Socialism with an inhuman face. Students in the West have yet to learn how evil this stuff is. For decades they have demonstrated against fascists real and imaginary, Conservative Thatcher policy, Republican reactionary hogwash etc. Perhaps they need to experience at first hand just what their student brethren in the East did from the end of the second world war to 1989. And beyond. The far Left sucks as hard as the far Right. Not all revolutionaries are as cool as Che Guevara. Kids, study China, Venezuela, Cuba, North Korea and other Socialist paradises, (if only for one hot hour) their governments kill a considerable amount more of their own people than do the democratic Western governments. There is a reason for this. All governments seek to control the narrative of what is taught in schools but not all of them kill you for questioning the story.

Perhaps we deserve it, Britain has been coasting along, running on empty for a very long time now. The two faced 'civilised' Christian moral vacuum is being filled with many other equally unpleasant qualities. Optimism becomes a serious challenge when you are aware that some times various fires must run their course in order to burn out. Like Man. Just hope that the scorched earth policy of most of the global mode of thinking allows a spring to appear in the future. Or get the world leaders to an Alice in Wonderland party for mushroom tea. That might very well speed up the process of illumination before the Rubicon is crossed. Perhaps it has been.

'Intelligence is the capacity to receive, decode and transmit information efficiently.' So how well are we all doing as a race? Call Pleaides 666 023 093...

True communication only possible between equals....all on different circuits...

Meow she said. Woof, he replied.

Love from the dog star.

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