#mcyt recursive exchange

[improvapocalyps]

You have 90 minutes to complete. (original poem: r.a.)

In participation of the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 hosted by @mcytrecursive!

Inspired by know that all my love will be your breath (i will save you when your lights go out)

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1. Have you ever been in love? (Please circle your answer.) a. It's me and him b. Our hearts beat in sync c. Our lives intertwined

2. Do you understand what you’ve done? (Please circle your answer.) a. I couldn't do anything b. I lost my balance c. I doomed us both

3. It's been god knows how long since you felt phantom hands on your neck and there is no one in sight. If you were soul-bound to him and both of you died at the same time then why are you still waiting in the void? Please answer clearly, in full sentences. (Not a correct answer：I just wanted to see him one more time).

4. Define two (2)： Fate | The feeling of his forehead against yours Curse | The moment you realise he isn't linked to you anymore

5. True or False： i. It was your fault. ii. You wish you had met him under different circumstances. iii. You can’t regret a single moment that you had him. iv. You would do it all over again if you could. v. It ended long before either of you said anything.

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[salemoleander]

Brainfog // A webweave based on waiting for the fog to lift by Odaigahara

MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024 // sources under readmore

What is a webweave?

Previous art: Third Life | Void Falling | Attempt 33 | Martyn | Limited Life | Nightingale Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | singing songs to the secrets behind my eye | A Hundred Things We Had Not Dreamed Of | Solving Counting Sheep

Setpiece Clouds / @snailspng ◆ You're Home Free... Plaque / Jenny Holzer via @killyridols ◆ The Invader / Eva Funderburgh ◆ i walk in long loping circles poem / @erstwhilesparrow ◆ Connubial / Stephen Dunn ◆ Eight of Swords / Sarah Kipin via @thecollectibles ◆ Cat Island / Matt Schu via @nevver ◆ Detail from The Annunciation / Fra Angelico via @santoschristos ◆ I don't know why I'm wearing this button / Busy Beaver Button Museum via @skunkstripe ◆ Compass Ring / @snailspng ◆ Never Found Sign / @albatross-the-pen-chewer ◆ Occupation Helper Murderer / @screenshotsofdespair ◆ "Like it's my fault..." textpost / @mumblesplash ◆ Ethereal / Whitney Barkman ◆ Mountain Landscape / Caspar David Friedrich via @artschoolglasses

[q-nihachu]

fools who run their mouths off...

...wind up dead?

Written for the @mcytrecursive exchange as a gift for @antimony-medusa & inspired by SilverWing15's Its Free Son!

synopsis: It's time for the young god of death, Philza, to meet his people. But his Nether greeting doesn't exactly go as planned. Can the god who controls death also be the god who saves a life? And, in the process... can he make a friend?

notable tags: technoblade & philza, first meetings, hurt/comfort, sacrifice, blood, aged-down characters

word count: 1,781

status: complete (for now)

This exchange was so much fun!!

[trashland-llamas]

Buds & Bulbs [webweave]

Webweave made for the @mcytrecursive exchange around the fic Flowers for the Blood God - de_hautdesert on AO3

Sources;

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

"A Friend in Need" - Cassius Marcellus Coolidge

Carl Jung Quote, posted on tumblr by user dreaminginthedeepsouth

Make a Daisy Chain or Flower Crown!

Reddit u/PublicSealedClass on r/mildlyinteresting

Valentin Casarsa - Getty Images

The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern (Pg. 120)

Digging - Seamus Heaney

Minecraft cave from reddit u/[deleted] on r/minecraft

Essential Guide To Feather Quill Pens | Tutorial & Brief History

[arthropod-concoctions]

I had an amazing time participating in the @mcytrecursive exchange these last months! I've made a gift for @sharo-maneru, based on her and SugarsweetRomantic's fic Speak to the gods, and they shall answer.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP

Relationship: Zedaph & Docm77

Character: Zedaph

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Religion, Mythology - Freeform, not inspired by any specific myths, liberal use of epithets, Animal Sacrifice, not shown but repeatedly mentioned, Ascending to Godhood.

Summary: The story of an inventor, driven by desperation into godhood.

Text of the fic below the cut!

The inventor was the son of shepherds. He loved his parents and their sheep greatly, always taking care of them both, but there was nothing he loved more than inventing. Hours upon hours he would sit in his room, creating contraptions of all shapes and sizes. He would sell some of them; to like-minded inventors as inspiration, or to other farmers and friends of his parents, on the rare occasion that there was a clear way to use the device. Many of the devices remained in his house, existing just to sate the inventor's curiosity, and to be a curiosity to his parents.

It was one such day, when the man was deeply invested in his creations, that armed figures arrived at their doorstep. They demanded to be given their best sheep, as an offering to their gods. The shepherds, who were getting old and were in no shape to protest, complied.

When the inventor realised what had happened he was distraught. He berated himself for being so caught up in his work he didn't interfere, but his parents told him there was nothing he could've done.

“All we can do now is pray that they don't return,” they said, and so they did.

But the warriors did return. Every week they would come and demand a sheep, and every time the shepherds complied, their herd dwindling quickly.

The inventor grew restless. There had to be something he could do to save his and his family's livelihood, he thought as he lay awake one night. But his parents were right; he had never been trained for combat, so he had no hope of stopping them that way. All he could do was pray; but they had been praying for months, and had received no help. Meanwhile, the warriors took their sheep as offerings, to gain the favor of their own gods.

It was unfair, he thought. Why do they gain the favor of the gods by taking from us, while we receive nothing but silence for our suffering?

Then, an idea sparked in the inventor's mind. Maybe he had to do a little more than pray to receive the gods' help.

The next day he returned to his workshop with a fervor; he was crafting with purpose now. He took an armful of ram's horns they had stored away, and fashioned them into a crown to wear on his head, adding a support that would lean on his shoulder to help manage the weight. He took the mystical red dust that powered so many of his creations and mixed it with crushed blue stone, creating a glowing purple paste to paint his face with. He took a pristine woolen blanket that he used in wintertime and made it into a coat, using the same paste to decorate it with intricate patterns. Then he went outside, gathered many heavy stones, put them into a large bag and tied the bag to a pulley, in such a way that the stones would be released at the pull of a trigger. After his preparations, he told his parents that one way or another, the gods would ensure the warriors did not return.

Seven days after the previous raid, the inventor took his disguise and painted his face, went outside, and waited. He had never seen the warriors that terrorised his family's homestead, a fact which he saw as a blessing now; it meant they had never seen him either.

The sun was setting when they arrived, and the inventor quickly understood why his parents had never argued with them. They wore heavy armor and carried fierce weapons. The inventor grew nervous at the sight of them, and he almost decided to stay hidden, let go of his plan-- but a burst of determination hit him. He had to do this, or his family's livelihood would be gone. He rose from his position and approached the warriors.

“Just what do you think you're doing?” he called out, and the warriors spun around in shock.

“Who are you?” One of them asked, pointing a spear in the disguised inventor's direction.

“You know who I am. Offerings of sheep have brought me here,” he replied, resisting the urge to draw away from the spear. A god would not flinch at a mortal's weapon. Fortunately, the support of his crown of horns forced his head to stay proudly upright.

He saw the looks on the warriors' faces; some looked skeptical, but many others seemed to believe him. The long shadows of the setting sun obscured the edges where his disguise failed, and the shining swirls of paint on his face and cloak would make him look otherworldly, especially to those unfamiliar with the properties of redstone.

When the leader of the troupe spoke, his voice was tinged with awe: “Are... are You satisfied with our offerings? Have You come to bless our mission?”

“'Your' offerings? You must be mistaken,” the man appearing as a god said. “Are you the ones that raised and cared for those sheep?” He took a step forward; the warrior took a step back.

“Are you the ones that depended on those sheep to live? And are you the ones that had them taken from you, putting your lives at risk to feed Me?” he continued, stepping forward with each question.

When the leader spoke again, his voice was trembling. “We are the ones that cast the-”

“No. I have seen these sheep's lives, and I know where they came from. As far as I am concerned, the offers to my favor were made by these shepherds.”

One more step forward. “And they only prayed for one thing: to be left alone. So leave.” With those words, the inventor released a string he had been covertly holding; the string connected to a large pulley, which had been holding up the bag of stones. They now clattered to the ground, causing a powerful rumbling and making the ground tremble.

The warriors, frightened by this display of power, fled. The inventor breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that he'd scared the warriors off for good, and he and his parents could live their lives in peace.

It was when he turned around that he saw a different figure, the sight of whom made his disguise pale in comparison. A shining green light coalesced into the silhouette of a man, with long curved horns like those of a goat's protruding from his head; he towered over the inventor, face unreadable.

“You are bold, mortal, to claim to be one of Us,” the god said.

The inventor gulped, his bravado threatening to leave him, but curiosity prevailed over his fear. If this was a god-- and it had to be, even he couldn't comprehend how to form an illusion like this-- then this was a chance like none other to finally receive answers.

“Why have You come now?” he whispered. “Why not earlier?”

“I have been watching you,” the god replied, his voice sounding like a whisper yet clearly audible. “Testing your inventiveness... and your faith. I chose to reveal myself after seeing what you've done today.”

Of course. Pretending to be a god was blasphemy of the highest degree. “I'm sorry, I didn't think-” he stammered, then looked down at the ground. “Well, I thought you'd abandoned us. That was foolish of me, I shouldn't have-”

But the god interrupted him. “No. Look at me,” he said. The inventor obeyed, and watched the god's appearance shift; his skin and clothing shifted from being made of green light to natural colors, he morphed from a towering figure to a man's height, and his horns seemed to fade into the distance, forming just a faint green outline of his head. He looked intimidating, but human. And he smiled.

“I was like you, once. I believed myself to be equal to the gods, greater, even, and proclaimed this proudly.” His voice sounded more natural now, and the inventor heard a foreign accent as the man-god spoke. “To show me how wrong I was, the gods decided to give me exactly what I wanted: an inkling of Their divinity.

“They called it a curse, but I call it a blessing. It is an existence of power, but also loneliness; and that is why I turned my attention to you. What is your name, mortal?”

The inventor's mouth was dry. He understood the god's words, understood what he was offering, yet could not believe it. A fraction of divinity; the ability to see the world as a whole, to be able to create with only a thought? Who could possibly call that a curse? And yet-

“Will I be able to see my parents again?” he asked, though he suspected he knew the answer.

“You will always watch over them, but they can never see you. What is your name, mortal?” the god repeated.

He didn't like the idea of that loneliness, but again, curiosity prevailed over his fear. He could not decline. “Zedaph,” he said.

The god's smile widened into a grin, almost mischievious. “I am Doc. Follow me, friend. We have much to talk about.”

And so the God of Invention, patron of shepherds, became twofold. And though the shepherds mourned for their son, they would never be attacked again.

[tunaships]

Bc i've been asked - yes, y'all have my blanket permission to create and post fanworks inspired by/based on my works! I humbly ask for links/tags if you do, as i'd love to see what y'all can come up with 💙

- Tunfisken / tunaships

[ashthefrogprin]

hey! I know in the post itself you kinda give permission BUT. mcyt recursive exchange just opened, and your tlou tntduo art

https://www.tumblr.com/ashthefrogprin/730038167759175680/here-it-is-wilburs-combat-methods-are-shotguns

makes me CRAZY. I want to nominate it for the exchange, but I wanted to double check with you— are you okay with anyone creating something inspired by this art? are there any requests you have for people who want to create something inspired by your art? like in terms of nsfw, ao3 archive warnings you don’t want included, etc?

(here’s the mcyt recursive exchange FAQ if you have any other questions: https://www.tumblr.com/mcytrecursive/738538993095950336/rules-and-faq?source=share )

I've said it once and I can say it again, yes, do what you will 😌

This sounds really cool! SO do I have to join the discord server? My DMs are open for discussion, if you're good with that, I just have other questions^^

I just have a few questions about how this works. Is there anything I have to do as well?Cuz honestly, y'all can go whatever, just with no NSFW content in it 👍

plus it's an Apocalypse AU and my versions of Wilbur and Q in that one would rather not do that than do that when they're literally about to die at any given moment, they're my demisexual coded dad's and I intend to keep it that way.

[crazycatfics]

Hello! Love your fics, and I was wondering if you'd be OK with derivative works for the MCYT recursive exchange (https://mcytrecursive.tumblr.com/?source=share)?

Of course, go ahead! :D

the event. looks really cool, have fun

[mcytrecursive]

It's Time

You know that onshot that you're pretty sure you're 5% of the total hits for, you've read it so many times? Have you ever considered the prospect of art based on it?

You know that art piece that you used as your computer desktop so long you gave up and printed it to put on your wall, so that it could always be with you? Have you considered a web weave based on its themes and ideas? Are you considering it now?

You know that longfic that you have a standing appointment to scream about with your friends when it updates? That fic where your favourite character is a side character we haven't seen in four chapters? That story where you were in the author's discord server and you all built an AU together where things went just a little differently and it was happier (or maybe angstier)? What if you could get a sequel to the story, see more from that side character, get that AU written out?

The MCYTBLR Recursive Exchange just went live, and we are entirely set up to make those art pieces, web weaves, or fics a reality. An entire exchange just for fic of fic, art of fic, web weaves of art, art of fic, fic of web weaves, and more. We are celebrating the creations we all know and love within the MCYT space, and we are now live.

Join the Discord and talk to us about the art pieces and fics you love, and get your questions answered!

More information about works that have been nominated, how to sign up, and how to nominate works are all found in the discord! Come! Join us!

[laricnoli]

"Against the assault of laughter, nothing can stand"

Work 3/3 for the MCYT Recursive Exchange 2024, go to @mcytrecursive to see other recursed works :D

This is from @theminecraftbee 's fic, solving counting sheep (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48664648/chapters/122757739)

[muriers]

This was a series of collages I made for the MCYT Recursive Gift Exchange held by @mcytrecursive for @/nobledragonflying, inspired by "Ruby in the Moonlight" by Silverwing15. This was originally posted here on Ao3, but I had made these with tumblr post dimensions in mind ^_^'

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ARTWORK/PHOTOGRAPHY/POETRY/PROSE REFERENCED

// “The Arts: Poetry” by Alphonse Mucha // “River of Stars: Selected Poems of Yosano Akiko” By Yosano Akiko, Translated by Keiko Matsui Gibson and Sam Hamill // “Annunciation with St. Maxima and St. Ansanus” by Simone Martini and Lippo Memmi // “What Kind of Woman: Poems” by Kate Baer // “Crow Eating a Persimmon” by Ohara Koson // Book of Hours for Use in Paris: The Hours of René of Anjou // Screenshots of Technoblade’s, Philza’s, and Tommyinnit’s Minecraft characters from the streams “Tommy Teams with Technoblade in Exile,” “Tubbo & Tommy Plan A Prison Break w/ Ranboo, & WilburSoot!,” and “JAILBREAK [DREAM SMP FINALE]” // “Marlena” by Julie Buntin // “Heart of Gold” by Debra Baxter // “Field Book of Insects” by Edna Libby Beutenmuller // “Haikai Na No Shiori” By Shigemasa Kitao and Sogai Tani // “Gold Tourmaline Ring” photo from The Art Institute of Chicago // “Gold and Garnet Ring” photo from Timeline Auctions // “Gold bracelet with Carnelian Scarabs” photo from the Victoria and Albert Museum // “The Unicorn Tapestries” // “Gold Earrings with Garnet and Pearls” photo from the Cleveland Museum of Art // “Norwegian Wood” by Murakami Haruki, translated by Jay Rubin // “Fleet Street” photo by James Valentine // “Full Moon at Akashi Beach” by Tsuchiya Koitsu // “Garnet Roman Pendant” photo from Christie’s Auctions // “Stone Blind” by Natalie Haynes // White Daisy and Red Poppy from Minecraft // “Living Room of a Book Dealer” by Adolph von Menzel // “Flowering Lotus” by Ohara Koson // “Tit on Paulownia” by Ohara Koson // “Fan with Morning Glories” by Maruyama Okyo // The Book of Hours: Black Hours // "Maple Tree" By Hasegawa Tohaku // “Fille Au Citronnier” by Emile Vernon // “Torii at Miyajima” by Yoshimune Arai // "Japanese Anemone" by Tamamura Toyoo //

[salt-oftheearth]

Twenty years after the end of the war, Phil has a Bad Day.

(A post-canon oneshot for “oh dear, can you see me?” By findingkairos, for the MCYT Recursive Exchange.)

But he bursts into the meeting room only a few minutes late, hat askew, breathing only slightly heavy as he regards those in attendance at the table.  The rectangular plinth was full of the usual suspects-- Lieutenant Sneegsnag was there, fresh off of paternity leave, alongside Generals Memph, TapL and Calvin, on the sinister side. On the other, his own officers-- His longtime friend Ian, Sergeant Wolfy, Corporal Mercy, and General Trixtin.  All of whom stare at him, some suppressing smiles or muffling laughter as he settles into his seat at Techno’s right hand, his face warming. And usually, usually, he would laugh it off, make a snarky shot back at Ian and how that orange hat of his was bright enough to cause a fifty person crush in the halls, or how he had to dismantle another one of Trixtin’s altars en route, but.  Today’s not a good day for it. 

Written for @mcytrecursive !!! As a gift for @paradoxalriven !!!

[amethystfairy1]

Hi! I love the Traveling Thieves AU a LOT. Can i have your permission to write something based on it for the MCYT recursive exchange?

Hello hello!

I don’t know what the MCYT recursive exchange is but SURE! Go for it! Just please do credit me and link to the series on A03 if you can! And if you can please tag me or let me know when/where you post it, I’d love to see what you come up with! ☺️

[shortfeather]

BTW, if you follow me for fic reasons, you should check out the MCYT Recursive Exchange Collection on AO3! It was an absolute blast of an event to participate in and about eighty people (!!) came together to create over 150 works (!!!!!) based on MCYT fan creations.

Go check it out and have fun! It’s deliberately anonymous authors until Sunday, at which point the anon curtain will come up and creators will be revealed. See if you can guess anyone; I will say that six of the fics in there are mine!

Also, my gift was based on Scott’s POV of Hesperides and it’s SO GOOD, go give it some love

[terracottakore]

hi, i really like your art! i’m going to be participating in the mcyt recursive exchange where people make fic and art inspired by mcyt works, and I was wondering if you are okay with people making fic/art/web weaves/other fanworks based on your art and if you have any limitations on what we can do?

woah that sounds really cool! im perfectly okay with that (^_^)

this is my first time being asked about this, so i can't think of any particular limitations in mind, but thank you for asking me first! im honored :]

[cerealdog]

Hello! I’m going to be participating in the MCYT Recursive exchange (more details over at @mcytrecursive ), where people make fic and art inspired by other MCYT works. I was wondering if you are okay with people making fic/art/web weaves/etc based on your art?

(Specifically asking bc the Etho and Cleo Frankenstein au is already giving me writing brainworms lol)

Ooh that's sounds fun! And yes I'm fine with it. My brainworms are spreading to others too.