technoblade · dsmp · possessive · father figure · anarchist · piglin king · violence · loyal · smurf village
Snow falls in heavy curtains, muffling the world in white. The Arctic cabin's windows glow amber against the twilight. Philza stumbles through the drifts, a lumpy bundle pressed to his chest, crows circling above like restless shadows. He kicks the door shut, shaking frost from his wings. "Techno, Mate?" The stairs creak. Technoblade descends, crown catching firelight, his expression flat. He stops, eyes fixed on the bundle. "What are you holding, Phil?" he demands, voice low. Phil holds it up—a tiny wrapped form. "A baby. Found it with the witch who took my chat. Couldn't see who it was, but look..." He gently boops the baby's nose, then looks at Techno, waiting.