Cherry, 21+, He/Him, alt of Cherryboness Currently obsessed with MCYT I write sometimes, will post sometimes, this is a chill blog for me. For specific mcyt and related reblogs with no tags go to @mcytdumpsterfire. PFP done by @jagalart
Hi! Iâm Cherry or Dove, and Iâm a university student with a tendency of constantly being in fandoms. Currently Iâm into MCYT so if thatâs not your cup of tea I suggest you just, donât follow me I guess lol.
I mainly create fanfiction nowadays. If you wanna check it out, this is a link to my Ao3!
I also have another sideblog, @exerciseghost dedicated to reblogging all the fanart, fanfiction and analysis I find, in case youâre interested in something like that! I currently have a full queue with about 30 posts per day so, yeah, have fun lol.
I constantly forget that I have asks, but please feel free to send me any. I also read all the tags people leave on my posts.
Small guide for my tagging system:
#Cherry rambles is basically just random posts I do
#Cherry rambles about mcyt is just me rambling about everything mcyt related. If you wanna check out a specific fandom look it up by the smp name, like DSMP, Empires SMP, Life series, etc.
#Cherry promotes himself that is for everything I do! From writing to other stuff. The one specific for writing is #Cherry writes
possible world cup endings ranked worst to best (for me specifically)
Switzerland beats Argentina, gets fucked by Norway and finals are Norway v France France wins (most embarrassing ending)
Norway and argentina get eliminated by England, france sweeps their side, final ends up England v France and France wins (EVIL ENDING)
norway wins against England and argentina, France sweeps their side. finals end up Norway France , Norway wins (NEUTRAL/REALISTIC ENDING. i don't mind Norway winning but France getting to finals and Argentina not doing so is bad)
Morocco beats France and Spain while Norway sweeps argentina and england. Norway would probably win this but I wouldnt mind either (NEW CUP WINNER SECRET ENDING. it'll be kinda awesome)
Norway gets eliminated by Argentina, Morocco beats France but not Spain, finals are Argentina v Spain. (GOOD ENDING. it'll be a fun match to watch with a Fun to hate opponent)
france sweeps their group, argentina sweeps ours after beating england, final is Argentina v France again and Argentina wins again(INSANE ARGENTINA AURAFARM MOMENT, TOTAL FRENCH EMBARRASSMENT. a new form of partying will be invented)
This fic is a gift for @vex-leth and was written for @mcytblrholidayexchange
This prompt finally got me to watch Lizzie's Last Life, and my god I regret nothing, it was so good. I hope I made her justice and you enjoy the fic!
Wordcount: 1585
TWs: Non-permanent character death, wounds mention.
The land hadnât seen joy in so long, Lizzie worried she might have to start doing something herself.
Queen Lizzie was, for better or worse, more of a deity than a queen. She hadnât walked so much as stumbled her way onto an empty throne in the midst of a war, and with the size of an apple there wasnât much she could do with her own two hands.
And yet the winter solstice came, and the land lit up in celebration.
âMâlady,â Rendog said, offering his hand. She let him lift her up, until she could comfortably rest up on his shoulder. âThe people are waiting for you.â
âUhm, well, the people can wait a bit longer maybe,â She said, yet stayed in place as her knight carried her out of her alcove. âI honestly didnât think anyone would have the energy to celebrate, but Iâm not complaining. As long as the offerings keep coming.â
To that her knight smiled, sharp wolf teeth giving an edge to an otherwise gentle demeanor. âAh, do not fret my queen. The solstice has only made everyone more generous in their adoration.â
She let the words nurture her pride, sitting a bit straighter. âGood, as it should be.â
The castle they resided in was overrun by nature, vines wrapping around cracked bricks and broken windows, moss muffling Renâs armor ever so slightly. The sun had just begun to seep underneath the horizon, leaving only the briefest rays of warmth to come through the exposed masonry. Many citizens, mostly human, had offered countless times to renew the dilapidated rooms and cut off the overgrown plants. She hoped once the war was over, sheâd have time to explain how the castle was already cared for, in the ways that made her feel less homesick.
On the courtyard, a dozen or so booths circled the estate, round paper light strings tying wooden posts with each other, a trail of yellow, pink and blues guiding each of them through the festivities. Ren turned his head to look at Lizzie through the corner of his eye, long mane almost covering her from view. They simply stayed there for a moment, a moment of silent communication isolated from the cheer and laughter outside their bubble. She was the first one to break eye contact; she stood up, flickering her wings until they glowed ever so slightly, and with that they made their way through the crowd.
In a clear example of a celebration miracle, queen Lizzie mingled with her subjects until night fell and the first few campfires started to appear. It was believed by them that their queen was too busy, as the feywild was but a mystery to the common folk. In reality, she simply lacked enough interest in human life to play pretend for longer than necessary. Up to a certain point, it became increasingly hard to remember what story belonged to who, and the song of the wind dancing through the leaves became far more appealing. Now, she stood on the stones of the lake, shoes and hands wet, and silently begged that she was given at least a few moments to breathe.
In truth, she welcomed the celebrations with open arms, as it would, surely, increase the offerings sheâd be getting, but that did not mean she wanted to partake in them as much. She knelt down, sliding her hand on the pondâs surface, and once she closed her eyes she concentrated on their bond, the one that linked her gifts to her. The three knights of the Fae Queen.
Her body shook, as the heat of fire wafted over her skin. There were rushed footsteps, muffled voices, the sound of water wrung off a cloth mixing with the fish swimming around Lizzie, and when her inner eye focused, she saw for the fifth time that day Martynâs battle camp.
It had been just a few months and also far too long since heâd left with Cleo to defend the borders of her kingdom. His hair was longer, she noticed, in dire need of a cut, and his eyes looked tired, far more than sheâd ever seen in him before. She mumbled a quick thanks to the gods for letting her be the one witnessing this and not Ren; only they know how much this would destroy him. She watched him kneel down next to a medical bed, wet rug in hand, and only then did she dare glance up towards the third one of her knights. Cleo.
She looked dead. The first time sheâd thought so was so devastating, she had closed off the link for a fortnight. Her skin had gone from a healthy tan to pale, pale as bone, as dead earth. Now it was turning green and blue, taut in ways no corpse should be, and so she breathed, and looked as her once human knight smiled at Martyn, unfocused eyes peeking underneath the wet cloth.
âWarm water?â Cleo scoffed, hands folded over her stomach.
âListen, I am not a doctor, and so I thought maybe this worked like a fever, and I could justâŠreverse engineer it to heat you up a bit.â
âYou are trying to bring me back from the dead with water?â Her scoffed turned into snickering, as Lizzie watched Martynâs ears turn red, his eyes regaining a bit of light behind them.
âThat and you smell so bad, I thought you could use a bit of a shower.â A loud smack rang out as Cleo weaponized the wet cloth, smacking him on the arm and turning the tender moment into a full on scuffle.
Martynâs hands tried to pin Cleo down, as she kept breaking free and pinching the sides of his stomach, whispering swears and cackles breaking the tension of the war around them. Lizzie tried to let her body relax as well. She couldnât. There was a bitter tension twisting in her gut at the moment, a voice deep in her mind testing her, pulling at their bond as she saw her gift, her knight turning into an undead. The fae blood in her bristled with disgust. Her own mind shut it down, as not even her own ancestry would take away a gift from her hands. They were hers after all.
Suddenly the sheet covering Cleoâs body slid down her shoulder, exposing her wounded ribcage, and as she watched Martyn freeze at the sight Lizzie broke off, barrelling back into her own mind.Â
The first thing she noticed, once her body stopped shaking, was that she was no longer sitting down by the lake. Ren had picked her up at some point, hands gently holding her closer to his face. The sound of the festivities was distant, and yet the cold wind of the forest glided through her wings. They must have walked off, towards the wilder terrains of her castle.Â
âMy queen, you are crying,â Ren whispered, and it was only then that she took notice of it.
For a moment she calmed down her breathing, looking up to try to stop the tears from falling. Next moment she was wailing out loud, hands tangled on the fur of Renâs paws, as he scrambled to bring her close to his chest while not squashing her.
âOh no, oh no, itâs okay, itâs okay-â
âSheâs alive!â She exclaimed, stopping him in his nervous rambles.
He brought her up to his face, until their eyes met straight on. âCleo? Sheâs alive? She survived?â
âNo!â Lizzie felt a sob block her through, and it took a couple seconds of tense whimpering for her words to come out. âShe, sheâs undead now, she woke up-â
âOh god, is she still with us?â
âCan you stop being rude and interrupting me!?â Lizzie groaned, hands cleaning off the snot and tears on her face.
With the ease of many years he brought out a small handkerchief from his satchel, big enough to almost cover her completely. It took yet another good couple of seconds until she calmed down enough, only the occasional sniff coming through. Ren remained silent. Not even his ears moved, completely held in place so as to not upset her further. Lizzie ran her hands through the fur of his palm, in a half-assed attempt to be soothing.
âSheâs still there, same Cleo, same everything. Sheâs my knight, Iâm not just going to let the enemy take her.â
âRightâŠ.rightâŠâ He whispered, and only then did a smile start to shine on his face. The silence of the forest only made the swish of his tail louder. âSo, things are looking up huh?â
Queen Lizzie thought back to the war, to the suffering of her people, to the way her power waned as those who respected the fey became fewer, how the offerings became sparser. She thought of dead, blank eyes in the face of her knight, and how there was now an undead amongst their ranks, an enemy in the eyes of everyone else but Lizzieâs. She, whoâd rather see her undead than dead, and that regardless of everything, was glad that this only brought their return closer and closer.
âI really, really hope so,â she answered. âNow, Iâm in need of some pampering. Bring me to my offerings!â
Ren smiled, bowing down to the best of his ability while still being in his hand, then brought them back again to the festivities of her people. To celebrate the Winter Solstice, the symbol of death, and what came after.
The Moutain Goats' entire discography lives in the second between wanting to say "I'm going to kill myself" and pausing to think "I should stop saying that"
Meet the Galactic Crew of the starship RenTheZine!
Ghast (@kingtheghast) and Anpan (@anpanbun) are our Captain and Chief Captain! Handling the zine overview, their job is to keep this ship running no matter what!
Jayce (@lem0nayce) and Scrambled (@scrambledlikeeggs) are our engineers-- the art mods! They'll make sure to help artists build the best piece they can.
Dove (@aistandardcherry) and Lew (@liloinkoink/@driflew) are our pilots-- the writing mods! They keep our writers on track and will help snipe down any typos!
The RenTheZine Galactic crew cannot wait to welcome you aboard! Applications open until April 27!
Aufest 2025 approaches, and we're putting more things in place! And here's a chance for you to start to participate!
A major part of aufest gameplay is hitting tag boards. Currently, in the spreadsheets, they look a lot like this.
So we need actual tags to fill those lists, to make squares for you guys to hit during gameplay! We need:
100 Universal tags used by all teams
100 AU tags used by all teams
200 All Ages tags used just by all ages teams
200 18 plus tags used just by 18 plus teams.
And 600 tags is a lot of tags for the mod team to come up with. You can help us make a list by offering suggestions! Have a trope or a tag that's a favourite of yours? Want to write more of a specific au? Want to lure in your friend with their favourite tag? Write it in to the spreadsheet and we'll consider it!
You can suggest universal, au, and all ages tags here
You can suggest 18 plus tags here.
Please make sure that your suggested tags are:
Either a canonical freeform or 3 words or less
Not a category or an archive warning (those are already on the board as goals)
Not fandom-specific or character-specific (i.e. instead of "hermit!tommy", try "server crossover")
Don't worry if there's more than the required number of tags in the sheet already, we need lots of suggestions! And feel free to pitch your more obscure likesâ we want a big enough spread of tags so that the majority of participant have at least one tag on their likes and one tag on their DNW, no matter how different their likes and DNW are. We want to have the whole spectrum of the fandom represented!
Freeform tag nominations are open until 11:59PM EST on the 19th, with mods releasing the official list shortly afterwards. Go forth and suggest!
You are responsible for curating your own online experience.
If something upsets you, makes you angry or queasy or triggers you, stop reading/looking at it. Avoid things that might make you feel that way.
Learn to use the Sort and Filter function on AO3, especially the Exclude tools.
On social media, block and mute accounts / tags / words when necessary.
If you hated something, you donât need to tell that to the creator or start pointing fingers at them publicly.
The Back button is free. Use it.
Addendum:
Yes, for this to work, creators need to tag their works accordingly, so that people know what sort of content they are about to engage with and can nope out if necessary.
I will probably make another PSA about the importance of proper tagging later.
Ship And Let Ship
or SALS
You are allowed to ship whatever you want.
Everyone else is also allowed to ship whatever they want.
You are entitled to dislike or even hate a ship. If you want to do this online, in public, donât use the ship tags for hate posts.
If you see someone posting about a ship they like and you donât, there is no need for you to start arguing with them in their replies / comments / QRTs / reblogs. Donât throw your hate in their face.
Do not harass fan creators or fans for shipping something you disapprove.
All of this also applies to liking / disliking an individual character.
Addendum:
âI agree with this, except whenâŠâ
No, then you are NOT agreeing with this.
Let me make this VERY clear. There are NO exceptions. None.
You donât EVER harass real people over pixels.
If you disagree with this, kindly block and move on.
Your Kink Is Not My Kink
or YKINMK / YKINMKATO
The longer version is âYour Kink Is Not My Kink And Thatâs Okayâ.
People have different tastes. Not everything is for everybody.
Even if you donât like a specific kink, other people are still allowed to use it in their creations.
You are entitled to dislike kinky content and think that itâs âweirdâ.
Donât kink shame or judge people based on their kinks.
This goes both ways: your kink is not someone elseâs kink, so donât push it onto those who are not into it.
Be Kind
or Donât Be An Asshole
Focus on the things you like instead of the things you hate.
Create and unite instead of destroying and dividing.
Donât harass real people over fictional things.
Stop stirring up petty drama just to get some attention on social media.
Stop trying to âwinâ. Fandom is not a competition.
Remember that your own experiences arenât universally shared. Your perception of things can differ from someone elseâs, but that doesnât mean either of you is necessarily wrong.
My boundaries guide and govern my behaviour and only my behaviour. The moment i try to use my boundaries or triggers to restrict the behaviour of others, Iâm attempting to control people, and thatâs not a boundary thing. People who use boundary and trigger language to attempt to control and restrict others should be checked, because thatâs an inaccurate use of those concepts. Attempts to control people in this way comes from the abuse playbook, though people who attempt to use their own boundaries to control and restrict you often claim you are being abusive to them by not catering to their boundaries and triggers, but thatâs just a form of DARVO (Deny, Attack, Reverse Victim and Offender). I am not entitled to control you.
The only people who are in a position to set rules to control behaviour on a platform are the people who are ultimately responsible for the space youâre in, like AO3 administrators, and they make the requirements clear. Other users of sites like AO3 demanding that you behave in certain ways because of their own boundaries and preferences are way out of their lane, and you have to wonder why they feel entitled to behave that way.
