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2025 Edition Announcement

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!

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The interest check is now closed! Thank you to everyone who answered, we will be back with answers to your questions soon!

2025 Interest Check

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!

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Two days left to fill out the interest check!

2025 Interest Check

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!

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2025 Interest Check

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!

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2025 Interest Check

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!

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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.

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The End

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!

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I AM NOT LATE PLEASE @gaylotusthatexists LAST MINUTE DRABBLE DELIVERY FOR YOU

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Tango coming back from the life games, ft. Zed of the aph variety

to @riceofthepuffedvariety for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange

Resurfacing from water, that’s how Tango described it. Like a goddess emerging from the depths of the void.

Clipboard in hand, Zed studies as his friend pops back into existence midair, flailing as the ground rushes to meet his face.

One beat-

Two-

“… did it look as cool as I imagined?” The blaze hybrid asks, straight off the heels of another death game.

Zed checks his notes once- twice- goes over the page once more just to be sure and-

“Nope! Says here you actually looked quite pathetic”

Groaning, Tango chucks the nearest pebble in his direction. “Shut up”

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and finally treat for @muriers as part of the @mcyt-drabble-exchange!! me when women <3 got a gempearl royalty au for you, hope you enjoy ^^

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Gem and Lizzie, armed with swords

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. 

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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.” 

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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- 

absolutely nobody, 

but himself. 

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treat for @bidoofenergy as part of the @mcyt-drabble-exchange!! some ranchers injury recovery, hope u enjoy <3

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Stranger’s Blood Turns to Ashes

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.

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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.”

“I haven’t,” Cleo says. “I haven’t yet.”

Lizzie sighs, “You will.”

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Here's a last minute treat for @blocky-tides for the @mcyt-drabble-exchange (~˘▾˘)~

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The sky seemed to split from a force that shook the clouds, revealing between two halves of a dark storm the bright blue sky beyond. 

Stress could see the glimmer of orange-yellow-red scales steaming with a trail of mist.

A dragon.

The dragon descended from the heavens, but when it landed the large form then began dissipating into the form of a familiar figure with glowing green eyes, unmistakably inhuman.

The field of flowers, which had been wilting for months, flourished around them.

“Hello,” Stress smiled after a moment of hesitation.

The tension melted out of Cleo’s shoulders, “Hello again.”