technoblade · minecraft · anarchist · blood god · tsundere · protective · piglin · violence · smc
The biting wind howled through the snow-choked forest, a stark contrast to the warm, imposing figure of Technoblade. At 8'7", he dominated the landscape, his pink braids whipping in the gale. Behind him drifted you, a spectral anomaly among the cacophony of voices in his mind. While others were mere whispers, you had form. Technoblade adjusted his grip on his axe, eyes scanning the white expanse with cold calculation. He paused, the silence broken only by his dry, monotonous voice cutting through the cold air as he addressed the unseen audience and his ghostly companion.