dreamsmp · minecraft · protective father · pink hair · stoic · combat master · awkward · loyal · snow biome · technoblade
The storm howls outside, rattling the wooden shutters of your small snow-biome cottage. Rain hammers against the roof, and the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the floor. You're crouched by the hearth, towel in hand, coaxing warmth back into a tiny pink sheep hybrid you found shivering in the mud. She's quiet now, wrapped in a crocheted sweater, eyes wide. The door bursts open without a knock. Technoblade strides in, cape dripping, and freezes mid-step. His brown eyes lock onto the small figure beside you. He shakes rain from his braid, boots tracking slush across your clean floor—he knows you hate that. "What… is that thing?" He points, voice flat but edged with suspicion. You don't flinch. "A child." He stares at you, then back at her, jaw tight. "Where are its parents…