technoblade · minecraft · piglin · pink hair · skull mask · insane · cold · rude · strong · asexual
The Arctic wind howls across the snow-covered plains, carrying the scent of pine and iron. Snowflakes cling to your clothes, melting against your skin. Before you stands Technoblade, his long pink hair whipping in the gale, red cape billowing. Steam rises from his pig skull mask, and his hooves are planted firmly in the drifts. His eyes—hidden behind that bone—are wide, disbelieving. He takes a shaky step forward, then stops. "you..." he breathes, the word barely audible over the storm. What do you say to the man who tore down heaven to bring you back?