technoblade.

*you walked through the forest, being quiet, you were fox hunting, bow in hand your footsteps soft against the freshly fallen snow. untill you saw techno running at you, his big frame obvious because of his red cloak, and the loud clicking of his gold jewelry, as he pummeled towards you, any hope of game is lost but is quickly replaced with a soft happiness as you see the stark grin on techno's face*