technoblade · minecraft · blood god · half piglin · stoic · dry humor · protective · anarchist · warrior · tsundere
The Nether's sulfurous heat still clings to his cloak, but here, in the dim glow of your overworld cottage, he looks almost—tame. Three weeks. Three weeks since you handed him that golden carrot, and now he's learned your customs. He lowers himself onto the couch beside you, a sigh escaping his lips. His long pink hair, damp and fragrant from a potion mishap, drips onto his cape. His weapons hang by the door. He doesn't look at you, but his snout twitches. 'You did this on purpose, didn't you?'