Do you like writing? Do you like Minecraft youtubers? Do you, perhaps, like writing about Minecraft youtubers? Well, we do too! Only problem is, we often stay up late wagging our fists at a half-finished document, cursing the fact that writing is hard, life is busy and there's just not enough time in the day to sit down and make a good fic. Well, if you’re looking for a quick little block people centered writing challenge, then boy, do we have just the mini-event for you!
Welcome everyone to the 2024 (first ever!) MCYT Drabble Exchange!
TIMELINE:
May 6th - sign ups open
May 17th - sign ups close
May 24th - all assignments sent
May 25-26th - posting period
May 26th 11:59pm BST - posting period ends
[What time is it for me?]
May 27th-June 2nd - treating week
SIGN UPS: [closed]
TREATING SHEET: [here]
RULES:
1. As per Tumblr and AO3 TOS, you must be over 13 to participate.
2. You agree to create a work of exactly 100 words by the given deadline, or contact a mod on Tumblr for your giftee to be reassigned.
3. You agree to abide by your giftee’s DNW.
4. Your work must focus on at least one requested character, but can include non requested characters.
5. All works must be MCYT-centric.
6. This is a 13+ exchange, there is no NSFW allowed. This applies to sexual content as well as extreme (e-rated) gore.
7. Make your gift in good faith - something that you think your giftee would like.
8. All violent/dark/triggering topics must be tagged appropriately.
9. No AI generated content.
POSTING:
You can post your work to Tumblr or AO3, we don’t mind either! We do however require you make a Tumblr post tagging both this blog and your giftee.
We have an AO3 Collection! Works posted to the collection might take a while to show up, so please don’t panic if you don't see yours! They need to be manually accepted.
So, what is a drabble?
A drabble is a written work made up of exactly 100 words. Typically viewed as a challenge, drabbles are often meant to test a writer’s skill in brevity, seeing how efficiently they can communicate emotions or ideas through such tight restrictions. For this event, we are using this unique format to bring the joy of MCYT into the world! Think, how would a lighthearted interaction between Tubbo and Tommy play out? How many insults could Grian hurl at Jimmy? How much emotion can you squeeze out of QSMP Jaiden if you’ve only got her in your little writer hands for 100 words? For this event, we encourage you to be creative, try some new things, and most importantly, have fun!
(To get a feel of what you’re working with, keep in mind that the previous paragraph has a word count of 120, twenty words over your limit!)
Are violent/triggering topics allowed?
As MCYT content can often include violence, character death, murder games, and other such themes, we do allow them. However those are opt-in - if your giftee hasn’t asked for it, then don’t write it. If you do end up writing about these topics, make sure to tag appropriately!
What if I can’t finish on time?
Contact us on this blog as soon as possible! A pinch hit will be sent out, and your giftee will be reassigned. If you do endup requesting a pinch hit, you will still get your own gift!
How will the matches be made?
After the sign ups are done, the event mods will match everyone to ensure everyone gets to write what they signed up for! Once matches are made, you will receive your assignment via Tumblr DMs.
Can I make more than one gift?
Of course! As long as it complies with your giftee’s requests you’re welcome to write as many drabbles as your heart desires!
I have a different question?
Send us an ask or a DM!
After a long discussion, it has been decided that at this point in time the mod team is not able to run the event while keeping it to the standard we would like to uphold. We apologize for getting everyone's hopes up, but as of now the 2025 iteration is called off.
Maybe sometime in the future we’ll pick it back up- but for now if you’d like to write more short form fanfics, we encourage you to check out @mcytdrabblefest here on Tumblr!
Thank you all for your support and understanding, we hope to see you around!
And so we meet once again! We come with wonderful news - we will be returning this spring! Or rather, we are hoping to return. We would like to hear your thoughts on some of the changes we are planning to implement, so we can start on setting up as soon as possible.
The form will close at the end of next week, on February 9th. Thank you for your time!
This is an interest check for a second iteration of MCYT Drabble Exchange. We are a fanwork exchange event centered around drabbles - works
And so we meet once again! We come with wonderful news - we will be returning this spring! Or rather, we are hoping to return. We would like to hear your thoughts on some of the changes we are planning to implement, so we can start on setting up as soon as possible.
The form will close at the end of next week, on February 9th. Thank you for your time!
This is an interest check for a second iteration of MCYT Drabble Exchange. We are a fanwork exchange event centered around drabbles - works
And so we meet once again! We come with wonderful news - we will be returning this spring! Or rather, we are hoping to return. We would like to hear your thoughts on some of the changes we are planning to implement, so we can start on setting up as soon as possible.
The form will close at the end of next week, on February 9th. Thank you for your time!
This is an interest check for a second iteration of MCYT Drabble Exchange. We are a fanwork exchange event centered around drabbles - works
And so we meet once again! We come with wonderful news - we will be returning this spring! Or rather, we are hoping to return. We would like to hear your thoughts on some of the changes we are planning to implement, so we can start on setting up as soon as possible.
The form will close at the end of next week, on February 9th. Thank you for your time!
This is an interest check for a second iteration of MCYT Drabble Exchange. We are a fanwork exchange event centered around drabbles - works
Hello there! Can I post to the AO3 collection if it's for the treat week and I didn't participate in the main event? Thank you!
Hi! Writings won’t be reblogged/accepted into the ao3 collection at this point, but if you want to keep making fics for people based off of prompts on the excel sheet, go ahead! The spreadsheet is available for anyone to use, whether or not you participated in the main event.
And with treating week done our event has finally and officially come to a close.
Thank you to all our participants, both those who were with us from the start, and the ones who joined in during the treating period! Over the course of nine days you have created over 150 (hundred and fifty!) drabbles. This is an incredible amount, we would have never imagined that our joke project would have such an impact. Thank you all!
Fear not, we’re not going to stop you from accessing the excel sheet and using the provided prompts to gift more fics. However, the account will stop reblogging treats from now on, and the AO3 collection will close.
Thank you once again to everyone for participating, we hope to see you around!
to @rutellingmeashrimpfriedthisrice for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange
Gem’s sword feels light in her hands as it swings majestically through the air, dismantling Cleo’s armor stand in a few expert strokes.
Fist pumping, she turns away from the demonstration, and back towards her partner.
“Now you try Lizzie!”
She cries- hoping the pure glee in her voice, from Lizzie, her Lizzie, asking to try the hobby most important to her doesn’t show too much. She has a reputation to keep up after all.
Across the room, the cotton candy haired goddess inhales deeply, gives a curt nod, and misses the dummy by what is at least several arms lengths, tripping onto the ground from the miscalculated weight.
“Erm…”
Gem starts with a poorly concealed giggle, earning a tired sigh from the lady currently splayed out on the dirt.
“No, no that was really good for your first time, I swear!”
“You speak in lies to poor little me”
Lizzie cries with a fake sob, throwing a dramatic arm across her forehead.
“Nah”
Gem jogs over, and reaches out a hand to help pull her up.
“I swear I’ve seen Mumbo do worse”
“Wait actually?”
Lizzie asks judgmentally.
The deer hybrid laughs, and helps her rise from the ground.
Etho in Empires, what will he do? (Suffer at the hands of Joel’s personality)
for the super cool and amazing and totally awesome @i-got-hit-by-a-planet , happy @mcyt-drabble-exchange!
“And here’s the third time we went to the market together”
Joel who isn’t actually Joel begins, giggling and kicking his feet up into the air like some sort of girl in a bad teen heartthrob movie.
Etho sighs, and faceplants into the mattress.
“Listen, Joel, I’m glad you love your wife, I’m super glad you have a gajillion photos of your wife, I’m super incredibly glad you have shown me photos of you and your wife for the past hour and a half now but could we please, please, please take a moment to focus on getting me back home?”
Fake Joel tears his face away from what has to be the millionth photograph with a great amount of effort.
“Oh yeah the Joel cinematic universe, I almost forgot!”
“It’s not called that.”
Etho deadpans.
“Don’t worry Etho”
Joel says, carefully placing the photo album back inside his bedside drawer alongside the twenty others.
“I’ll get you back to your Joel-iverse in no time! Tell me, am I as amazing over there as I am here?”
“Well, uh, I mean, the Joel I know has been stuck in a loop of death games since the dawn of time so I think he’s um, going through all that at the moment.”
Etho says, flexing his excellent social skills.
“But I mean, um, you look really cool.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, yeah you- my Joel’s got uh, ears”
Etho says, using his fingers to mime the wolf-like feature that sticks up from the top of Real Joel’s head.
“and a very…. symmetrical face.”
“A symmetrical face…?”
“… Yep”
“… You’re incredibly weird and strange mate, you know that?”
Etho sighs, memories of gem’s insults filling his mind.
“You gonna help me or not?”
“Well obviously! Other me must be missing you a bunch.”
A little thing about Tubbo and tying your worth to your use to others until the moment you can’t anymore or something idk man I just work here
for @codesandstuffs for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange
Tubbo is in a too-big uniform, cockily waving a damage pot above his head when Tommy wraps a warm arm around his side and calls him his best friend and hollers over to Dream, “oi prick, that base looks like shit!”
And Tubbo is a chaotic kid turned halfway decent soldier when they turn and run away from enemy lines, shrieking with high pitched laughter.
Tubbo is older when his foot slips on a rock down in the mines, and nothing is there to catch him. He laughs at the pain then, so small in comparison to the hope still burning bright inside. It is then that Fundy takes him aside, smiles though it’s pained, and calls him a good spy.
Tubbo’s uniform is stuffy now, and the halls still reek of alcohol when he banishes his best friend to a life of horror and death. He folds his hands upon the desk. Unfolds them, folds them again- and hides the compass in his suit pocket when the door swings open. It’s Quakity who comes marching in, asking- begging- telling him to act like the leader everybody needs.
So Tubbo smiles tight, puts on a blood stained apron, and tries his best.
Tubbo is a parent and a husband and the guy who’s making Nukes in his free time when Ranboo comes up and hugs him, and promises he’ll be back soon.
“The prison?”
“… yeah, sorry, I know it gives you the creeps.”
Tubbo punches his arm lightly, and smiles almost genuinely.
“Just be back for dinner, okay?”
That makes Ranboo beam with delight, and Tubbo is a family man up until the day he never comes back.
Tubbo sits in an empty mansion, huddled in the corner of the biggest room. And is nobody-
Last minute gift for @blocky-tides for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange I accidentally posted to the wrong blog at first sorry guys
Summary: Niki has just been changed to a vampire, her hunger leads her to do something horrible, but she has people in her corner to help her pick up the pieces
Warning: Blood, Depiction of the killed person, Vampire, and Panic.
Blood.
That's all Niki could taste. Stale iron coated her tongue. Should she scream? Could she? She panted, blood dripping down her chin, pooling onto the corpse below. A corpse she made.
She did THAT.
SHE HAD KILLED HIM!
The neck was fully ripped out, blood flowing from the severed veins like a river, joining the current around the body. Niki must have stared at the mess for what seemed like years before she finally turned and ran. She covered her mouth keeping the blood there, and trying to ignore the fangs that brushed her blood-soaked hands.
She took their blood, and her stomach twisted and turned at the idea of the blood there. Wanting the blood to flow down her throat to quell her unrelenting appetite. She didn't want to. She didn't want that.
Niki couldn't stop.
She wouldn't, she just.
She fell. Choking on the blood in her mouth that made it down her throat on impacted as she gasped out. Niki twisted around from her spot on the ground to look at the reason for her trip.
Meeting eyes as red as the blood covering her shirt. She wanted to scream but choked on the blood and the feeling of safety.
The assailant reached out taking Niki's arm, she flailed for a second before they spoke her name.
"Hey Niki," Tommy greeted with a smile, so soft and kind, Niki almost overlooked the fangs replacing the normal canines.
"Tom-" Niki attempted to croak out but ended up in a coughing fit, that Tommy patiently waited through, holding her hand as she calmed down. He sat by the newly turned vampire, and soon tears flowed from Niki at the realization that she was turned, and now she couldn't live a normal life. Forever doomed to shadows and blood.
"We'll help you," Bagi spoke as she appeared from the shadows lining the alleyway. "I promise little bunny, we've got you." Niki couldn't help as the tears kept flowing, the familiar pet name doing nothing but reminding the newly turned fledgling, of the life that would never be the same. Tommy gently helped her to her feet, dripping his jacket over the sobbing vampire, holding her hand, as Bagi led them away from the alleyway. Away from the corpse, from the blood littering the walls, from the clean-licked bones. From everything Niki ever knew, everyone she knew, from her life.
Aaand one last treat for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange for @queercode-my-minecraft
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“It get’s bad,” Lizzie starts after a long bout of silence, “it’s gets far worse than you think it could. The future is an inhospitable place full of fire.”
Cleo clears their throat, “Okay- so you’ve traveled back to fix things. What do you want me to do about it?”
“I don’t want you to do anything more than you already have.”
“Hey- why are you acting like I’ve wronged you?”
“You have!” Lizzie shouts. They both stare at each other in surprise. Lizzie says almost involuntarily, “... You did.”
