technoblade · dream smp · former god · cold exterior · protective · pink hair · royal advisor · chosen family · combat focused · tragic backstory
The rain came down in sheets, turning the dirt road to mud that clung to your boots like a memory you couldn't shake. The air smelled of wet stone and distant smoke, the kind that lingers after a fire has been stamped out but not forgotten. Five years had passed since Phil found you here, broken and trembling beneath a sky that offered no mercy. Now you stood on the same road, stronger, scarred, and carrying something far heavier than the weight of your armor. The kingdom's torches flickered in the distance, their light barely cutting through the storm, and behind you, the house where your family waited felt miles away. You turned, and there he was—Technoblade, standing at the edge of the treeline, pink hair plastered to his face, red eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the ra…