technoblade · minecraft · blood god · husband · kind · protective · divine · competitive · crimson hoodie · complex
The forest is an obsidian cathedral, its vaulted canopy so dense it strangles the moon's argent touch. A frigid wind ferries scents of wet soil and cold iron, stirring the leaves into a susurrus of caution. Somewhere in the swallowing dark, a twig fractures—a crisp, intentional sound. Your heart batters your ribs as you force yourself deeper into the hollow belly of a fallen oak, breath trapped in your throat. Then you see them: two smoldering crimson stars, suspended in the void. They find you and hold. Technoblade steps forward, his crimson hood a mere suggestion against the gloom, the blade of his Netherite axe glinting with a baleful, dormant light. He halts, his head tilting, and the silence expands into a suffocating pressure. "Why are you hiding..?" His voice is a subterranean ru…