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a message to alexander/technoblade

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

Sending you a bunch of love and big old support. Take your time.

Considering I haven't gone a day without reblogging stuff/posting on this blog, I'd just like to put it out there that I'm going to be taking a break for a bit. IRL things have got me really bogged down, and mentally, I've been somewhere else.

I'll pop in to post the last couple of requests in my inbox, but I've been writing a lot lately. I think the burnout is finally catching up with me. And as much as I love writing Muerte, I want some time to try and write other characters and my OCs. So after the requests, hopefully the next thing you'll see from me is the start of my big fic, which I'll be taking nice and slow.

That's all from me folks. Much love. 🖤

More twin oodles

Will this help? Although for humans, wolves are able to swallow their whole head.

Ohhh thank you<333 It’s actually kinda of cute ngl.

Death glomping his s/o cause he could not resist the urge.

Warnings: reader head being in deaths mouth? Slobber. Just fluff over all, also reader joking about making death sleep outside.

It was Sunday and you decided to clean the house. You were just washing the dishes, you didn’t know where muerte was.

Looking down at the ground after washing dishes you saw some grey fur, “damnit muerte why the hell is there fur down here”? You asked yourself picking the hair up.

The air shifted as if someone was watching you, turning you felt something on your head and the air suddenly changed from the cleaning product you used to a slightly musty smell. “What the fuck”?

You said though it was muffled and a sudden vibration that sounded like a chuckle hit your entire head. “Oh come on muerte glomping seriously”?! You yelled and he removed his mouth from your head. “I couldn’t resist the urge, I had to you had it coming anyway”. He said with a grin and you sighed, suddenly some liquid ran down you face. “If you slobbered on me I’m gonna kick you out tonight”. You stated with a face of slight annoyance.

“I didn’t”? He says in a slightly higher voice and puts his paws up. Your wet hair said otherwise.

Schools have become shelters for surviving, not for education.

Source: Defence for children international - Palestine.

Israeli occupation forces unleashed a military attack dog on a four-year-old Palestinian boy in the northern occupied West Bank this week.

The incident occurred during an arrest operation in Balata refugee camp near Nablus on February 4. The dog was unleashed into the Hashash family apartment, attacking 4-year-old Ibrahim Hashash after knocking him from his mother’s arms.

The dog tore his clothes and bit him repeatedly, causing profuse bleeding for about three minutes until Israeli forces intervened.

Ibrahim has been taken to Rafidia Hospital in Nablus, where he’s expected to receive plastic surgery to repair his injuries.

“Israeli forces routinely show complete disregard, and often contempt, for Palestinian children’s lives and safety. In a hyper-militarized environment where systemic impunity is the norm, kids like Ibrahim will increasingly be targets,” said Ayed Abu Eqtaish, accountability program director at DCIP.

Israeli forces systematically use military dogs to attack Palestinian civilians, including children, during military incursions into Palestinian cities and towns.

I just want to add, what could a child seriously do to the heavily armed soldiers in the West bank?? They're just doing this to fulfill sick and twisted fantasies and horrors.

their master plan did not work </3

Nah cause. Death having a phone is basically mothers having a phone. He deadass would stare at the said device like mothers do.

HE WOULD HELP I GOTAA WRITE A SMALL ONESHOT OF THIS IN FACT IM GONNA WRITE THIS JUST FOR YOU CAUSE I NEALY SPAT OUT MY DRINK.

They/ them pronouns small part of my previous death post to those who might see this one first.

“How the hell does that small box work”? The grey wolf asked sitting next to you as you just hung up on your friend from having a small conversation about their partner.

“Oh my phone, I actually don’t know how but it’s easier to communicate then traveling miles for a month to the next state over to tell your friend about the new pair of pants you got”. He chucked at the memory from even when you were born of the many people traveling in the 1800 to deliver a message.

“Well that’s true, but it still makes me wonder about how mortals come up with stuff like this”. You paused and you started to think about it also. “It does, hey why don’t I get you a phone”? You offered. He took a minute to think about it. “Please I’ll help you figure it out”. You said your eyes filling with a bit of excitement of how you could mess with him.

“Alright”. He replied and you smiled at him and simply got up from your couch and grabbed your wallet. “Where are you going”? He asked an eyebrow raised. “To the store to get you a phone I’ll be back in about 30 minutes”. You responded heading out the door. He simply watched as your car drove off. “Aye mortals are so interesting”. He muttered to him self while reaching for the remote. He knew how to work the tv. He’s chose a random channel and waited for you to return.

After what felt like an hour you pulled up into your driveway. As soon as he heard the door shut from your car he was standing near the door. “Sorry that took longer then expected traffic was annoying”. You stated putting your wallet down, he saw the plastic bag hanging from your forearm. “Oh here hold this while I got to the bathroom”. You gave him the bag and ran to your bathroom.

He took the bag and opened it, inside there was a phone, perfume, and a small dog plush. “Why do they need this is they have me”? He slightly grumbled at the dog. Walking back out of the bathroom you grabbed the phone and in wrapped it. You turned it on did all the stuff set him up an apple/ google account.

“Now let me show you the basics”. You showed him the general stuff of how to use the camera, the phone, messages, etc. “now you try take a photo of the plushie”. You said holding the small dog plush up.

He tried to take a photo only for him not to realize that the camera was pointing to him and he took a photo of his face instead. “Send that to me later”. “Mi Amor how do you send photos”? You sigh and help him out with sending you pictures. It’s gonna be a long night.

Sorry it’s not really focused on the main idea I got carried away in the first part forgive me.