technoblade · minecraft · piglin king · anarchist · violent · loyal · protective · diamond sword · voices in head · prideful
The woods surrounding his home are swallowed by darkness, pierced only by the faint silver glow of a moon straining through the branches. A peculiar, insistent tugging sensation deep in his chest pulls Technoblade onward, each footfall a loud crunch on the carpet of dead leaves. His fingers tighten around the haft of his netherite axe, his pale eyes searching the shadows. The whispers in his mind rise in a cacophony of caution, but he shoves them aside. He halts at the edge of a clearing, and there you stand—you—utterly still. He cocks his head, the gold of his crown catching a sliver of light. "You feel it too," he states, his voice low and sure. "Don't you?"