I could use some 💪 luck
from tumblr’s techno writer, kay
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there’s a lot of words in the world, but none come close to describing the impact you had on my life. i was a girl who was struggling at college, and desperately hoping her family life would somehow get better.
you made things better. you fought dream in that battle and i instantly admired your humour and your skill. you are incredible, and i knew that from the moment i was first introduced to you.
my life has never been easy. i fixate on things to help me forget. but you were the one thing that i felt was constant. the first ‘phase’ of fixation that i felt could be forever. i wanted you to be forever. you brought happiness into my life at a time where i thought all hope was lost.
people always say that loving somebody like this is stupid. but i didn’t love because of that. i loved him because i understood him. and i felt like he understood me, and the rest of his community.
people close to me always joked about how similar we both were. our humour, our personalities. he made me feel seen, that it was okay to be myself. he made me feel special without even knowing it.
and so i decided to write. i hadn’t started fanfiction in years, and yet with him, he made me motivated. i wrote because i understood his character. technoblade is a fascinating man, both in and out of his persona. he’s charming, witty, compassionate— but above all, he was brave.
as somebody who comes from a family that has cancer running through it, i know how hard that battle can be. how emotionally draining it can be. but despite the hardships he faced, he never let it show. in fact, he even went out of his way to assure us that he was getting better, even though he knew he wasn’t. he was dying, and all he wanted to do was put a smile on people’s faces.
technoblade will always be my biggest and greatest love. he ignited my love for gaming, my love for writing, and above all, my love for living. he made each day that little bit easier to wake up for. i dress almost every day in his merch, his plushies line my shelves and my desk. there isn’t an inch of my room that isn’t covered in his propaganda and i wouldn’t have it any other way. he brought so much light into my life, and he will always continue to do so.
the connection i had to him doesn’t run as deep as his friends or family, and i can’t even begin to imagine how they’re feeling right now. the hurt in my body is abysmal compared to them, but i know they’re slowly healing like i am.
when i became the ‘techno writer’ of tumblr, i had no idea just how much it would change my life. his community allowed me to meet so many great people, and i will forever be thankful that i took that risk to start writing for him. i tried to help spread the light he installed into people’s lives, and i hope that i was able to bring you comfort with my work.
technoblade brought me comfort. he always did. whether it was late night rewatches of his videos, random livestreams, writing stories for his character, buying his merch or cuddling with his plushies at night— every ounce of love and attention i put into that man will never be a regret. he is a soul that is beautiful, kind, and powerful.
although i stopped writing for him, i never stopped supporting him. i will always support him. his battle is over, and i know he’s in a better place now. he doesn’t have to suffer anymore, and i know when this hole in my heart finally heals, i’ll be able to find peace knowing that he’s not hurting.
being a technoblade fan has had some of the greatest highlights of my life. the art, the writing, the editing— everything about his fandom has been nothing but supportive and talented. his community was just a replica of him.
alexander ‘technoblade’ was a supportive friend, and a talented being.
thank you for helping me fall in love with writing again.
thank you for giving me comfort on dark nights.
thank you for allowing me to love your work.
thank you for taking on a role model figure for the community.
thank you for being you.
i love and cherish you, in this life and the next.
— kay
Now I really do like Muerte being the big bad but I love the idea of him basically being an oversized puppy with his lover.
His tail wags when he sees you, you wake up to him just snorfling your face, and if you’re lying somewhere he will absolutely lay on you and you are not allowed to move at all. Just soft wolf man, scratch his ears and he’ll smile :]
POV: You read too many martial arts webtoons.
Am I the only one who has this phase?🤧
boxing, aikido, and taichi, lol. Warren Martial art Jeet Kune do. (I didn't try that)
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Hear me out (NO, it's not the kind you are thinking)
We know Death has a job, right? To collect souls and most likely release them to the afterlife.
And for this job, he has to be there when somebody is about to die, as demostrated with him being there moments before Puss' eight death.
Supposing he is THE Death and he has been doing this since the beginning of time (or at least when there were enough stories of the Grim Reaper to adquire a physical form) that means he has seen a lot, A LOT of awful things.
Murders, suicides, massacres, death of infants, people who didn't deserve to die alone, animal cruelty, some other heavy stuff I won't mention here, etc etc etc.
And we thought "man, how is he able to cope with all of that? That job has to be utter torture for someone."
Probably many of you could think that he is able to do that because he is Death, and he was "born" with that purpose and only him can reap souls perfectly.
But while he is a force of nature, he also WAS a force of nature. Let me explain it well: He adquired a personality enough to be angry, excited, frustrated, amazed, happy, among other emotions.
While he has supernatural power and is most likely the most powerful being in the Shrek Franchise (or in Dreamworks as many say) he is also a PERSON.
Someone with a code of honor, morals, opinions, beliefs, etc.
Returning to the question "How can he bear all of that?" taking into account he is no longer an inevitable force, but a character of his own.
The answer is something you may relate to, and that is: Creativity and escapism.
To be the embodiment of Death, the guy is a very creative fella.
First of all, his design. I heard many people saying here and in Twitter that his design is something they would come up in their edgy, teen years of drawing their first fursona.
Guess what? They are right, the wolf form is someone's fursona. It's DEATH'S fursona. He clearly came up with this badass, piercing canine form to blend with the Fairy Tale Land assuming the form of the "Big Bad Wolf". He most likely had other forms he designed over the centuries and was able to present as them like if he were on a role play game in the living world.
His sickles? The weapon of choice with the little crossed cats on it to have a bigger effect of terror for Puss? Those who can become knuckles and join to create a scythe? Those are his creation, probably after thinking it for a while and writing all of those functions on a paper.
The way he presents himself? In the bar? The coins in his eyes as a "watching you" sign while being a cool reference to the Ferryman of souls? He transforming Perrito's forest into the background of a skull? The chilling reveal at the Cave of Lost Souls? The fire ring? It was all him.
As for the escapism part...
When the world becomes too heavy to deal with as real life issues tend to make us feel bad, depressed, angry... we tend to escape it somewhere. And in our time the common place would be the internet as in webpages or comics, stories, etc.
But what has to do with Death Wolf you may ask?
Well, while he would NEVER be able to escape his job entirely, he can have moments where he can enjoy a good hunt of people who don't appreciate life, like the whole plot of the Puss in Boots sequel could demostrate.
He managed to have a little time outside his eternal routine to chase an arrogant cat who took life for granted. He enjoyed it, it was thrilling, it was exciting.
It was a way to escape a monotonous, grim "life", if just for a short moment.
So, when the chase ended as his prey no longer feared him and now was ready to fight for his last life, the wolf retreats, happy for Puss' character development but resigned because he once again had to return to "The Eternal Duty"
And that's not even counting all the times Jack "I'm dead inside" Horner had to interrupt Lobo's hunt and remind him of his job even in his "spare time"
Death knew the chase had to end eventually, but he didn't want it to end.
He didn't want to return to his own world
And if we look at Death like that, then he is probably one of the most relatable characters Dreamworks has ever make.
In the Shrek Franchise:
Monsters can be loved
Princesses don't have to fit the perfect standards of beauty
Handsome guys can be possesive jerks
Love at first sight doesn't work like one would think
Happily ever afters had to be built and not just obtain them with magic
And Death is the most creative and "full of life" being in the world
Because he would absolutely go crazy with his life/work if he wasn't.
Because in a world of Kings, Poets and Soldiers, he's the Supreme King
And he's also a perky goth but NONE of you are ready for that conversation.
We miss you very much
"B-but Palestinians can get their freedom with peace not violence 🥺🥺" no. Screw your feelings. The armed resistance against colonizers and murderers is what will give Palestinians their freedom and what will eventually achieve real peace.
An enemy that bombs and uses white phosphorus against civilians doesn't know nor practice what your broken moral compass describes as "peace". Freedom was proven throughout history not to be achieved through kneeling and asking the oppressor to kindly stop. Freedom needs to be taken by force. Your little Utopian way of thinking doesn't work in the real world. Your feelings don't matter because you're not the one living under occupation. Your feelings don't matter because you're not one of the thousands of children who lost their limbs. You're not one of the children who became orphans due to this genocide. You're not the mother who lost her child to the carpet bombing. You're not the father carrying the remains of your child in plastic bags. You're not the newlywed woman who lost her husband. You're not the one at risk of either getting killed any second or losing your loved ones in the blink of an eye!
"Peace" is not really a thing you see during a live ethnic cleansing!
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