This is an event for fan creators to make aspec-centred Mcyt fanworks!
Dates: 11/08 - 17/08
A couple ground rules!
No Ai art/fics/anything.
I won’t reblog any explicit smut, it’s just not something I want to interact with. (This does not mean fade to black/sexual topics I just don’t want to see two characters flat out fucking each other, please and thank you.)
That’s all for now, be sure to be kind to each other and have fun!
What do you do when you need a weeks amount of prompts? Use the prompts from @mcyt-aspec-week! I made this blog with the intent to participate in this event but then got way too busy to actually do anything... so here I am, very late. So sorry for that. Here's a little species swap doodle.
¿Qué haces cuando necesitas una cantidad de semanas de avisos? ¡Utiliza las indicaciones de @\mcyt-aspec-week! Hice este blog con la intención de participar en este evento, pero luego me quedé demasiado ocupado para hacer cualquier cosa… Así que aquí estoy, muy tarde. Así que lo siento por eso. Aquí hay un pequeño doodle de intercambio de especies.
Usando un traductor para estos posts programados y para estudiar la estructura normal de las oraciones para que deje de sonar como un bebé. Desde https://www.spanishdict.com hoy.
skeletons are hard to sleep with; bones are all that we have left
@mcyttitleswap & @mcyt-aspec-week day #7 + garden + dream smp + fundy & schlatt + webweave
Idk if it's implied well enough but Fundy murders Schlatt in this
Hamlet Act IV Scene 5 // Where the Crawdads Sing // The Hunger Games: Catching Fire // Would That I - Hozier // Percy Jackson's Greek Gods - Rick Riordan // The Four Seasons: Winter: Allegro non molto - Vivaldi sheet music // Almond Blossoms - Vincent Van Gogh // Alice in Wonderland (1951)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My work for day 4 of @mcyt-aspec-week
I did a sequel to one from last year, Best Friends
fic under the cut
Wings / Post-Apocalypse / Knives
Pearl was tired of walking.
They'd ditched the van weeks ago when it got torn apart by zombies, which left them only being able to carry what fit on their backs.
"The markings said the settlement should only be another kilometre or two north," Joel informed them, keeping a keen eye on their map.
"Thank goodness, I'm starting to lose my mind over here," Bdubs replied, readjusting his backpack straps.
Pearl smiled at that.
Mumbo was quietly walking, eyes on nothing in particular. To be honest, Pearl was worried about him, but she didn't know what to say so she left him to it.
Eventually they found the walls of what could only be the settlement, and Joel let out a celebratory whoop. They were tall and tipped with barbed wire, and it was the only structure in the vicinity that hadn't been decimated.
They approached the large, metal gate, there were no gaps in it but there was a buzzer off to the side.
Pearl pressed the button, and the intercom crackled to life.
"Hello? Anyone there?" She asked tentatively, "we're humans, looking for refuge?"
A few seconds later the gate started sliding to the right, creating an opening just big enough for them to slip inside.
"Hurry…!" a human beckoned, and the four of them hurried in.
The gate slid closed behind them, and Pearl couldn't believe the size of the place.
There were two, small, temporary buildings in the back that Pearl assumed were for beds and other amenities. Dotted around the yard were almost fifty people going about their business, moving things like food, water and guns around the complex.
"Bdubs?"
Pearl turned in time to see a tall man walking towards them, his brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Despite looking nothing like Bdubs, Pearl could recognise his brother anywhere, as they'd all share pictures of their missing loved ones often.
"Scar!"
Bdubs ran at his brother, almost knocking him to the ground in his haste.
"You're alive!" Bdubs muttered into his shoulder, "I thought I'd never see you again."
Pearl smiled at the reunion, but deep down she felt a twang of jealousy that she couldn't stamp out. Would she see Gem again? Or was she already dead?
Once the two had finally let each other go, Scar had offered to show them around the complex, and afterwards him and Bdubs could trade stories about where they'd been.
The place was simple enough to navigate, and Pearl was in awe of the clean kitchens and bathrooms, things she thought were left behind in the before times.
When they got to the dormitories, Scar explained how people shared rooms of two, and he even let them poke their heads into his own room.
"Don't mind the mess," he told them sheepishly, "I hadn't been expecting visitors."
His eyes were on Bdubs as he chucked a backpack out of the way of the door and onto one of the beds, as if he was afraid that if he looked away, Bdubs would vanish again.
Joel nodded as he looked around the room, the place clearly up to his standards.
Pearl noticed Mumbo's gaze avoiding Scar and Bdubs, instead choosing to lock his eyes on the bag Scar had thrown onto the bed.
"You holding up ok?" She asked, putting what she hoped was a comforting hand on his arm.
Mumbo nodded. "I'm fine."
Pearl frowned. Whatever jealousy she felt about Scar and Bdubs' reunion, she knew that Mumbo's would be a hundred times worse at least.
After all, Grian wasn't coming back.
They were trekking through bandit territory, and as the sun set the gang were looking for a safe place to hunker down in for the night.
After a while of searching, Pearl and Mumbo had come across a house that was in fairly good condition, all things considered. It had four walls and a roof, anyway.
Mumbo called out for the other two to join them as Pearl stepped inside. There was a dusty living room, a bathroom and a kitchen that was clearly ransacked, as all the cupboards and drawers were strewn open haphazardly. If anyone was here, she figured that they were long gone.
She then made her way up the creaky steps, running her fingers along the bullet holes that dotted the walls. The dark holes on the pale wall felt like the inverse of her star-spattered ace ring, something that made her heart ache for Gem.
Once she reached the top, she pushed open the first door she found.
She took a step back as her nostrils were assaulted by a foul smell that came from the room.
She glanced around, before taking a cautious step into the room. She was hoping that the smell's origin was a rat or some other rodent, but her heart sank as she noticed the figures lying in the beds.
The hands on the first body were crossed over their chest like they were in a coffin, and despite the fact that their blood was clearly wiped away, a bullet hole in their forehead resembled the gaping maw of a black hole, their fringe laid down in a flimsy attempt to cover it up.
Pearl quickly looked away, deciding to check out the second victim, when her blood ran cold.
There were no immediately visible bullet holes on this guy's face, making him almost appear as if he was sleeping. What freaked Pearl though was the fact that she had seen this face time and time again, smiling with his arm wrapped around Mumbo's shoulders.
"Pearl? Did you find anything?" She hadn't even heard him come up the stairs, but Mumbo was poking his head into the room none the less. "Wow, it smells awful in here-"
"Don't come any closer!" Pearl exclaimed, her voice high and shaky.
"Pearl?" Mumbo repeated, quiet concern lacing her name.
"Please- stay back!" Pearl tried to think of an excuse, anything to keep Mumbo from seeing what she had, but the man strode over to her, intent on helping whatever it was she was frightened over.
"Mumbo, stop!" She was frantic, but she couldn't stop it as his head moved, as if in slow motion, towards the bed.
He didn't say anything at first, but she saw his features morph from concern to despair.
"Grian?"
He grabbed his friend's shoulders. "GRIAN?!"
He shook him, but Grian didn't respond. Pearl noticed the bloody sheets beneath him, and guessed that if she lifted up his jumper she'd see holes like those in the other guy.
Mumbo fell to his knees, and he let something primal rip from his throat, his sobs anything but the composed facade he usually put up.
Bdubs and Joel ran into the room, expecting to face an attacker of some kind, but they both went quiet when they saw the body.
Mumbo rested his head against Grian's chest, his tears dampening the musty bedsheets.
Pearl always knew that there was a chance that she'd never see Gem again, that she'd all but vanish off the face of the earth.
That being said, she hadn't ever fully comprehended the fact that she could find Gem, but that it'd be too late, that her friend would already be dead by bandits or zombies.
She glanced at Joel and Bdubs, and knew that they were coming to the same realisation.
The three of them went downstairs and began setting up their bedrolls, leaving Mumbo alone with Grian for a while.
Pearl didn't know how long it had been before Mumbo had returned downstairs, his eyes red and puffy.
They stayed for the night, and the next morning they took the bodies from the house and buried them, giving them their final resting place along with safety from being turned into zombies.
After that first night Mumbo barely spoke, only giving one word answers and hums when people spoke to him.
"Nice bag," Mumbo commented quietly, much to Pearl's surprise.
Scar turned his attention from Bdubs to look at it. The thing was covered in an assortment of keyrings and badges.
"You think so?" Scar asked, "I got all the decorations from the different places I've been. Though, most of them were from before the apocalypse."
Mumbo nodded, and Pearl felt a very slight weight lift from her shoulders. Maybe Mumbo would be able to live after Grian's death, if not move on completely.
Scar showed them which rooms they'd be sleeping in, Joel and Bdubs shared one while Mumbo and Pearl shared the other.
They were assigned chores that they were expected to perform during their stay, and after a long dinner where they chatted about their experiences since everything went to hell the group finally went to bed.
"See you tomorrow," Bdubs told Scar.
"You too."
As Pearl got into her pajamas, she noticed that Mumbo wasn't making any move to get ready for bed.
"Mumbo…?"
"I'm going to go on a walk," he told her, standing up from where he was sat on his bed.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Pearl asked, standing up aswell.
Mumbo shook his head. "I'd like to be alone, actually."
Pearl raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, ok."
She watched Mumbo walk out of the room before climbing into her bed. The day had been long, so she felt herself drifting off fairly quickly.
She woke up to the sound of shouts coming from the hallway outside of her room maybe half an hour later.
She sat up, and noticed that Mumbo's bed was still empty.
Pearl quickly got out of her bed and ran out of her room, pushing through the crowd of people to see what was going on.
Once she finally reached the common room she found Joel and Bdubs, and when she saw what they were looking at her heart stopped.
Mumbo had pulled Scar against himself, and was holding a knife to his throat.
"Mumbo?!" Pearl exclaimed, "what are you doing?!"
"He killed my best friend!!" Mumbo shouted.
"I'm sure this is a misunderstanding-" Scar tried to reason, his voice shaky as he kept his eyes trained on the knife in Mumbo's hand.
"I'm not misunderstanding anything!" Mumbo barked back.
"Lad, it's late, you're not thinking straight," Joel offered, putting his hands up towards the pair, "put down the knife."
"Mumbo that's my brother!!!" Bdubs bellowed, his face red with anger. Pearl grabbed his shoulder to keep him from running into the fray and triggering Mumbo into doing something he'd regret.
"Wh-what makes you think I murdered your friend?" Scar asked, keeping a remarkably level head for the situation.
"The keyring on your bag," Mumbo explained, pressing the knife hard enough to draw a drop of blood, "I made it for Grian, it's one of a kind and you have it!"
Mumbo was shaking now, the mix of grief and anger getting to him.
"Wait, Grian?" Scar asked.
"He's the man you killed and who's corpse you proceeded to loot!" Mumbo spat, "tell me, did you get a thrill on watching him die? On taking his life?"
Pearl was starting to worry that Mumbo would actually slit his throat. "Come on Mumbo, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation."
"Hold on, Grian was my friend," Scar insisted.
"You're just saying that so I won't kill you," Mumbo responded.
"He talked about you. Said you were his best friend-"
"Not good enough," Mumbo hissed, pressing the knife tighter.
Security was showing up at this point, guns in hands.
"Mumbo," Joel warned, "don't do this."
"He told me how he'd always break your inventions by pressing random buttons before the apocalypse," Scar continued, "and that you'd eat waffles together."
Mumbo stopped, his breathing heavy. "What?"
"He had cats," Scar added, "Maui and Pearl."
Pearl looked at Mumbo with bated breath.
"Did… did you really not kill him?"
Scar shook his head as much as the knife would allow. "We were friends."
With a shaky exhale, Mumbo let go of Scar, the knife clattering against the floor.
Scar fell forward, pressing a hand to his bloody neck and letting out a sob as he scrambled away from Mumbo.
Bdubs stormed over to Mumbo and, despite the height difference between them, slapped Mumbo square across the face.
Mumbo barely reacted, though his eyes pricked with tears.
"You tried to kill my brother!" Bdubs snapped, pulling his arm back for round two before Pearl grabbed it.
"Let go of me!" Bdubs yelled while squirming, but Pearl's grip was strong.
"What happened to him?" Mumbo asked, ignoring Bdubs.
"Huh?" Scar looked up at Mumbo.
"Who- who killed Grian?"
Surprisingly enough, Scar's gaze softened.
"Bandits," he told him quietly, "They- I had pissed one of them off earlier in the day, and when I left to get supplies that night the others insisted I bring the gun-" Scar took a shaky breath- "so that if I came across them, I'd be able to protect myself.
"…when I got back, the two of them were dead."
Tears were rolling down Scar's face now.
Pearl cast a worried look at Mumbo. She was worried that he could get violent again at any moment.
He approached Scar, and sat down in front of of him. "I'm sorry… for trying to kill you…"
Scar blinked, and then smiled ruefully. "At least now I can say I found Mumbo, even if Grian isn't here to see it."
Mumbo's lips quirked up a bit. "He'd be annoyed about that."
Scar let out a huff. "He would- Scar, you found Mumbo? Without me?"
Mumbo laughed, laughed. Pearl couldn't believe it.
She glanced at the others. Joel seemed as shocked as she was, and Bdubs still looked angry.
Ok, they'd have to deal with that soon, but for right now she was content to watch Scar and Mumbo talk about their friend.
Maybe she'd never see Gem, or maybe she'd be dead when she found her. But she could also be alive, and Pearl knew that no matter how slim the odds were, she wouldn't stop looking for her, even if despair was waiting on the other side.
Ao3 link 🔗
@mcyt-aspec-week day #4 + knives + qsmp + deathduo
'Oh c'mon, live a little. I don't think your Lady of Death would be too happy to know her husband lived a boring life. Too afraid to explore,' Missa was baiting at this point. His words had already started to slur together. Liquid courage coursing through both of their veins at that point.
The only thing that could possibly make it any cornier was if the clock hit the witching hour. But it was still quite late. The other guests of the server had gone off on their own adventures. Leaving Philza behind, Missa had decided to keep the avian company. 'Fine, fine. What's this stupid game of your's?' The gleam in Philza's eyes cut through the annoyance in his voice.
'Shh, don't get your undies twisted in a knot. Just watch.' Digging through his pocket, Missa found what he was searching for. The skeleton man made a show of unfolding the pocket knife. Philza tensed at the motion. Weary as he'd seen one too many times how the wind of a room could go from a peaceful balm to a static storm over his lifetime.
Brandishing the knife, Missa begins to slowly stab the dull blade in between his fingers as he sings a little tune. 'Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop-chop-chop.' Emphasizing 'chop' with a harder stab. Worrying the fuck out of Philza but he lets the man do as he pleases. As long as he could weasel his way out of participating, all would be just fine. 'If I miss the spaces in-between my fingers will come off. And if I hit my fingers...' Missa's full focus on the task at hand.
'...the blood will soon come out. But all the same I play this game 'cause that's what it's all about' Hovering the blade over the wrist of his flattened hand as he returned to the starting point. Philza's breath hitched, 'Missa.' A somewhat plea to stop while he was ahead. While he was uninjured.
'Oh, chop-chop-chop-chop-chop-chop. I'm picking up the speed.' Following the lyric's instructions, Missa's pace with the knife surely increased. 'Such a worry wart...game's almost done.'
'And if I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed' Placing the knife down, Missa wiggled his hands to show off the drunken feat. With a teasing lilt, Missa prods, 'you sure you don't wanna play?'
Philza takes the knife, pocketing it in his robes. 'I'm sure. And you're not getting this back until you're sober.'
Receiving a raspberry noise in response. 'Party pooper.'
Day 4 of @mcyt-aspec-week, wings. Shubble and Jimmy having a ugly sweater sleepover party after the third chapter of my old ace Jimmy fic.
If you don't wanna read it though, the context is that whenever one of them is feeling gross from attention they put on their baggiest, ugliest, most unflattering clothes they own and hide away in a cozy place together. Today they gave each other a bad hairdo and some platonic preening to get over certain unwanted comments.
Little drabble for @mcyt-aspec-week Day 3: Stars. This was written before writers fatigue slammed into me early Aug
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Ranboo grew up as a child of the stars. All endermen are, with their connection to the End and its eternal embrace, the freezing air misting their breaths, and the safety of the Ender Dragon’s eyes.
It was her home, but it was a home she couldn’t return to. A banished prince, an outcast, and so terribly lonely away from all that she knew.
Well, maybe not that lonely, she mused when something kicked her, ears twitching from the sleepy chirp.
It was no exaggeration to say the local avian was an annoying menace to their community, and at first Ranboo was adamant about hating him: despising his insistence to spend time together, calling them friends—best of friends—and that Ranboo was stuck with the shorer hybrid.
But despite it all, it was easy to find Tommy’s attempts at friendship enduring, because underneath all his bravo and energy, Tommy was just as alone as Ranboo. And that realization changed things for her. Made it easy to tease Tommy and look out for him, and at some point, she started considering him family.
And sure she’ll always miss her home–her jewelry and status and the safety the crown came with; but for the first time in her life, there was someone that liked her and her company. And that meant everything to her, to have someone who didn’t want more from her, something that has always been gross and unattainable.
It’s strange, to view her banishment as a good thing. But it gave her a community, and someone who understands her. And despite the fact Tommy is a kicker in sleep, and drooled all over her shoulders with feathers falling everywhere, she wouldn’t trade him for the world.
