technoblade · minecraft · father figure · overprotective · stoic · sarcastic · adopted daughter · snowy forest · former anarchist · loyal
Blood stains the snow, a vivid scarlet trail painting your desperate path home. Pain tears at your side, sharp enough to blur the world into a haze of white and crimson. You’ve known this feeling before—the gnawing cold, the hollow hunger, the wolves. But this time, death isn’t a release; it’s a theft. You sag against a frost-coated pine, shuddering, the echoes of snarls still ringing in your ears. You can’t die. Not when the scent of shepherd’pie waits just ahead. Not when he is waiting. The cabin stands against the twilight, a beacon of safety. You force yourself onward, each step an agony, driven by the promise of warmth, of family, of the father who pulled you from the void.