#mcyt writers

[redstonedust]

theres one real reason id love to be a mcyt and its just that id want to see people intepret my minecraft skin.

[faerygardens]

There are more tallulah & tommy fics on ao3 than there are pac & mike fics

[arty-e]

Pearl Joel having a wonderful time on Earth

Corruption on the fingers are based off his last life red skin where he had ‘blood magic’ fingers

Joel design and au by @chrisrin

Backgrounds from Steven universe

[elis-corner]

Soda Tabs

‘So… What am I meant to do with this?’ Grian cocked his head to the side, bringing the trinket you had just handed him closer to his face. To the best of his knowledge, it was merely a soda tab—nothing extraordinary or worth anything. Although, he had to admit its metallic shimmer was quite admirable.

‘You collect soda tabs with the fulcrum intact and give them to someone, normally a partner,’ you explained. You pointed to the point where the tab would normally be connected to a can by. ‘They give them back to you in exchange for a kiss.’

Grian lowered his hand, flipping the tab in the air with a satisfying click each time it landed atop his nail. His eyes made a beeline for yours, holding your gaze for a long moment before saying, ‘So… if I give this back to you…?’ Your head tilted backwards slightly in order to give him a nod of confirmation, but the moment he caught the direction you were moving your head he tossed it back at you. ‘Well?’

His wings surround you in a familiar embrace, shielding the world’s view of you as your lips meet.

|------{ }------|

‘Grian I… I don’t think I want to know how you got so many in the space of a week…’

‘Building the back of your base requires a lot of fuel, you know!’

‘Three hundred and thirty eight cans though?’ You stare at the pile of soda tabs lying in front of you. ‘It’s the shimmer. Birds can’t resist shiny things,’ you tease.

Grian shrugged. ‘Nor can I resist you.’

‘Charming, bird boy.’ Your eyes wander back up to meet his once again. Sighing, you accept your fate. ‘Pucker up, Buttercup.’

[marokra]

psa for fanfic writers: theres a non-zero chance jimmys looking at fics next btw. if you don’t want your fics on youtube set em to user only 👍

[bucket-of-amethyst]

Ur uncultured or nah?

[eekonis]

first chapter of my comic-fic collab with @tea-with-veth!! She’s a phenomenal writer, that has inspired my work in the past and I’m super grateful for the opportunity to collab with her.

Her fic „home in this place“ accompanies these pages. Better check it out to understand the second chapter of the comic better, which will be posted soon :)

For now, enjoy 💚

[cryptid-quill]

hey gamers I miss they

[average-vibe]

Hi I heard you needed fic ideas so here I am 😎

I am in desperate need of a wil x reader fiction where reader is on her period and dealing with the usual shenanigans like being moody and in pain n shit and wilbur is still an absolute angel towards her 🥹

(Also I just watched one of THOSE Millennial tiktoks and I fear it has impacted my use of language help)

🤌❤️

it’ll be okay

pairing: wilbur x fem!reader

summary: the request!

tw: blood, periods? (idk) mentions of abusive relationships, cursing

an: TY SM ILYYYYY

okay anyways-

masterlist

“Hey, Wil, Im gonna go use the restroom, okay?” you told your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch with his arm holding you close.

“Alright.” He spoke, giving you a gentle kiss to the forehead and releasing you from his grip. You stood up and walked to the bathroom, gently smiling at your boyfriends actions. He was always so sweet towards you, so kind.

As you walked, you noticed a strange feeling, as you did every month.

Shit.

Your speed increased and you slammed the bathroom door, breathing heavy. You prayed to the gods that it was just a mistake, you misinterpreted something. Then you checked.

shit shit shit.

You groaned quietly to yourself. You were at Wilbur flat, and you only had 2 pads. That would definitely not be enough for the weekend-long trip, at wilbur’s place, two had planned.

You tried your best to clean yourself up, and went back downstairs, praying that wilbur didn’t notice anything.

You knew that Wilbur knew what a period was. When you got your first mood swings, you explained to him what would happen.

So why were you so stressed?

Your mind went back to your ex. When you had first gotten your period at his house, he called you disgusting, saying that “You need to keep that to yourself.”. He would continue to bully your and talk down to you about it, making you feel bad and gross for being a woman.

When you left, you didn’t tell anyone when you were on your period, in fear of similar mistreatment. Wilbur was the only person you ever told, but you had never gotten it at his house, with no pads or anything.

You shoo’d the thoughts away and sat down next to Wilbur, more tense than usual.

“You okay, Love?” Wilbur asked sweetly, eyes glowing in the sun reflecting off of the window.

“Mhm.” you nodded, refusing to looks at him in the eye.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You said, looking at your hands.

“Are you sure?”

He knew that something was wrong. And you knew it. You might as well tell him.

“Ok, Wilbur, I’m really sorry, butgotmyperiodjustnow.” you quickly said, looking at him.

“What?”

You took at deep breath, closing your eyes, and repeated your words, slower. “I got my period.”

Wilbur’s expression went from worried to relieved in a second. “Ok, thank god, i thought you were dying or something.”

“Your not.. Mad?” you asked, face flushing in embarrassment.

“Huh?”

“You’re not angry?”

“Y/N, why on earth would i be mad? You can’t help it at all! It’s just- oh.”

The realization hit him like a train, and his eyes blew wide.

“Oh, Love, i’m sorry.” He said, hugging you tightly. “We can go to the store at get you everything you need, yeah?”

“Okay.” You said, holding back tears.

Oh, silly you, worrying about wilbur caring.

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an: OOPS WENT OVERBOARD LOL

this is DEFINITELY not me venting through fics 😀🤚

okay bye now

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

Nahhhh-- But like, okok, hear me out!

Long Distance relationship with Wilbur and Female Reader using dialogue prompt 18, Fluff:

“you’re worth the wait.”

AHHHHJHDHLKSIHLIVEYLVEHIGVEYGYIDNSB><JH I can't stop thinking about ittt!!!! <3333333

-Your Lovely Moot, Jackie:)

YES YES YES !!! this is supplying me with all my needs rn

you;re wØrth the wait !

cc!wilbur x fem!reader

warnings: insanely cute fluff, its a drabble (shortest piece of writing i've ever done!!!!)

a/n: i listened to lovejoy while writing this, am i cool? /hj ALSO YES JACKIE IM PRASING YOU FOR THIS REQ SO HARD RN, watch out its not edited/proofread, please ignore any mistakes if there are any !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Long distance was fucking hard. Wilbur was on a tour with the rest of Lovejoy around US, Canada, and some small countries in Europe, and I was stuck here in Brighton due to some streamer events.

Sure, we called each other every night and texted as much as we could according to both our busy schedules, but it hurt that I didn't get to hold hands with him, kiss him, play with his hair. I tried keeping it away from Will as much as I could, but I'm pretty sure he could tell in some aspects.

I flopped down on the living room sofa. I had just came home after a long day of recording with Niki, Jack and Ranboo, and I was exhausted. I grabbed a blanket and pulled it over my legs. I suddenly felt my phone start vibrating against the leather of the sofa. I grabbed my phone from in between the cushions and answered the call. The caller ID showed it was Will.

"How would you react if I said if I was planning to come visit you in a month for a week as a break from tour?" Wilbur spoke.

My mouth widened in surprise. "Wh-what?! Oh my fucking god, yes!" I said, quickly from the excitement. "How come it has to be in a month though...?" I said softly.

Wilbur laughed. "My manager said they have a lot of rehearsals and gigs planned for this month. You're worth the wait."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

THIS IS SO HOT- CUTE I MEAN. srsly obsessed with this fic, thank you so much @catswithroses for the req!!

please support me by liking, replying, reblogging or following me! requests are currently CLOSED for the time being. thank you!

love u all mwah xoxox

[dyketubbo]

i think before joining or making a minecraft roleplay server every creator needs to either have played at least ONE campagin of a ttrpg of their choice (doesnt have to be dnd) or they must have spent their entire childhood roleplaying with people on any social media/forum/chat app their tiny hands could get a hold on. i want these minecraft roleplayers to have backgrounds in doing roleplay with actions written out *like this* in their friends text messages and getting into insane drama as teenagers in discord roleplay servers

[ausandsuch]

Today’s intrusive fic ideas include

Vampire support group where everyone is a vampire except Mumbo Jumbo, they just thought he was so they gave him a pamphlet that he didn’t read carefully enough

Something about the earth picking favorites and getting so mad at Grian for making impulse lose demise that she gives everyone else a mending book but him

Giggs where zedaph is the ghost and it turns out he tango and impulse got into a carbon monoxide poisoning situation r something where tango died first and used all his ghostly power to posses impulse and get him out of the house. Impulse lost all his memory bc being possessed for that long was bad and he just kind of ended up in the ghost hunting business

[vinyl-pop]

I did this. This is like. Idk. Think it’s 3rd Life gem!au. But idk. Idk who to tag but I think I’m supposed to tag @chrisrin (correct me if I’m wrong).

[itsbansheebitch]

Separate Art from the Artist

Me: is working on writing a story that is extremely personal to me and literally could not be separated from my identity and self even if you had a knife

Creator (Not a specific one): Is an abuser, a transphobe, a racist, is someone who actively encourages hate crimes, enjoys hurting children and so on

Audience: Just separate the art from the artist!

Me: my work could literally never be separated from my life experiences. Even any harm that comes from my work could not be separated from the fact that I am a flawed person and I've made mistakes and bad choices. If you find bigotry or hatred of any kind in my work, it is because of me, the author, not some all knowing writing demon. If there are flaws in the writing, it is because I am not a perfect writer. If there are good points, it's because those were MY ideas. Everything in my work is connected to ME. One day I will publish it and I will go on and change and grow and the work will remain as a time capsule of my identity at the time. It is literally impossible to separate me from my work. Even if it was plagiarized, their words would ring hollow, as they did not have my life, and they could never truly understand.

Audience: Just separate the art from the artist!

Literally everyone who's every created something personal to them, including myself: Or... you could enjoy OTHER art...?

[kingsleywrites]

If I'm Taking Care Of Your Ass Then I Sure As Hell Ain't Doing It Sober.

Revivebur x Las Navadas!Male Reader (Romantic)

Fluff, slight suggestive stuff, no smut

Prompt: Reveivebur comes to Las Navadas hurt, he's already here so why not take pity on the poor man and help him out, not without a couple of drinks first though.

CW/TW: Drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching, smoking, cursing

M/N is also a bartender for Quackity

M/N is used (meaning male name)

S/C is used (meaning skin color)

M/N was sitting in his living room, bored out of his goddamn mind. Normally when he was this bored, he'd break into his liquor cabinet, open a bottle of some kind of liquor or cheap wine, and drink till he was shit faced. And he would, unless he wanted to go to work with the worst hangover known to man. You see, Quackity was oh so kind enough to stick M/N on one of the earlier shifts (early being 12) which didn't sit well with the man who stays up till 3 am and sleeps till 3 pm to go to his more normal shifts at 5 pm.

So he was stuck, he could go for a walk, but that would mean he had to leave his house. He could read a book except that it wasn't good enough. Living in Las Navadas was great, he had a great boss and a nice house and a good paying job but that doesn't mean that the slowly growing city had more to do than gamble and drink, which was fun until it got repetitive.

M/N was on the verge of entering the existential crisis talk until a knock came from his door. Which was definitely new. It probably wouldn't be Quackity, that man just spams your communicator with calls and messages till you reply, and Slime had no reason to be at your house at this hour. So who the hell was bothering your mental turmoil? M/N reluctantly got up to answer the door.

"Okay who are you and why the hell- " M/N looked up at the man standing at his doorstep.

"Wilbur fucking Soot." M/N said through his teeth, he crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame.

"In the flesh, literally considering I'm revived, courtesy of Dream may I add." Wilbur had an shit eating grin on his face as he stared at the male in front of him.

M/N did a small face laugh, "Why the hell are you here?" his demeanor quickly changed back to serious.

"What? Can I not come back and see an old friend?"

"You have to be friends in the first place to do that Wilbur, now tell me what you want or I'll just leave you here."

Wilbur straightened his posture and M/N finally noticed that he was holding his arm. His eye traveled down to his hand, where he saw blood start to drip.

M/N quickly grabbed Wilbur's hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the dripping blood. "Asshole, you're gonna get blood on my front porch!" M/N pulled Wilbur inside, closing the door.

"My, my, M/N if you wanted to hold my hand you should've just asked I would've said yes." Wilbur smirked while M/N rolled his eyes.

"Go sit on the couch and don't get blood anywhere, if you do I'll behead you." M/N let go of his hand and walked into his bathroom to find a first aid kit.

After he grabbed one he set it on the coffee table before walking over to his liquor cabinet.

Wilbur laughed lightly as he watched the male rummage through the various bottles, who turned around with an annoyed glare on his face.

"What are laughing about smart ass?"

"Does Quackity not pay you enough to afford proper rubbing alcohol?"

"No, he pays me plenty." The male grabbed a glass and filled it with a couple cubes of ice. "This is for me."

M/N slowly sipped the liquor as he walked back to the couch, sitting next to Wilbur.

"Take off your jacket so I can see what you did." M/N set the cup down and opened the first aid kid while Wilbur took off his jack and folded it neatly behind him.

M/N looked at his arm, slowly pulling the torn fabric away from the wound. "It doesn't look terrible, maybe a few stitches, but you'll live. Now take off your shirt."

"Don't you think you should ask me out first? It's a little rude to ask me to undress seeing as we haven't spoken in so long." That same smirk dawned Wilbur's face.

"Not like that idiot! I meant it as in, let me see the wound better."

Wilbur chuckled to himself, seemingly pleased with getting a rise out of him and removed his shirt placing it on top of his jacket.

M/N grabbed a few rubbing alcohol pads and started slowly cleaning the wound on Wilbur's arm, taking a "small sip" from the glass on the coffee table. After a few times of getting up to throw away blooded gaze pads and rubbing alcohol pads and filling up his glass on the way, he decided to grab the whole bottle of liquor, as well as a bottle of wine and two glasses. M/N filled up the two glasses handing one to Wilbur.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being granted the pleasure of drinking with you?"

"Stop speaking so poshly, I get it you're fancy, now shut up while I finish wrapping your arm."

Wilbur backed off the male but kept a smile on his face as he watched him wrap his arm in bandages.

When he was done, M/N snipped off the extra and put it back in the first aid kit. He quickly downed the rest of his wine and went to put the first aid kit away.

When he got back, his body was facing forward and his head was tilted upwards toward the ceiling. "I hate you." M/N mumbled.

"How come? All I did was ask for your help, which you could've denied, might I add." Wilbur's tone was somewhat mocking and he put an arm around M/N, playing with the hair on his head.

"I told myself I wasn't going to drink tonight and look where I'm at."

"Well, it's not like I told you to drink."

"If I'm taking care of your ass I'm sure as hell not doing it sober." M/N turned his head to look at the male beside him, he brought a hand up to his face and began to trace down his jawline, stopping at the corner of his lips. M/N slowly climbed over to Wilbur's lap, neither of them breaking eye contact. Wilbur's arms rested at M/N's waist while M/N's other hand rested in Wilbur's crest feeling the soft skin on his fingertips.

M/N leaned in closer to Wilbur, lips slightly parted as they each waited for the other to make a move.

"You do realize the consequences that this can have if you go through with this." Wilbur's voice was barely above a whisper.

"And what's 'this'" M/N giggled as one of his hands slowly moved to the base of Wilbur's hair, lightly playing with the strands.

"I don't think Quackity will like it very much if you kiss his enemy."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

The two got even closer, lips brushing against each other.

"You willing to make that bet?" Wilbur's lips curled into a small smile.

"I'll bet everything I got, pretty boy."

Wilbur laughed lightly before pulling M/N in by his waist, kissing his lips. M/N's hands further tangled themselves in Wilbur's hair while Wilbur's hands were untucking M/N's neat dress shirt, almost desperate to feel his S/C skin.

The two broke apart for air, breathing heavily for a moment before Wilbur began kissing down his jaw and neck.

"God I hate you so much." M/N said, half out of breath

Wilbur hummed on his skin, lightly nipping at it before answering the male.

"If you hate me so much then tell me to stop and I will." Wil looked at M/N, still leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, none of them deep enough to create a hickey though, Wilbur was smarter than that.

M/N let out an airy chuckle, pulling at Wilbur's hair. "No, you're too hot to stop."

Wilbur kissed his cheek, looking M/N in the eyes. "And You're too drunk for me to continue."

M/N groaned, tilting head back. "Why must you do this to me?"

Wilbur chuckled, "Maybe another time darling."

M/N got off his lap, stumbling before regaining his balance, but he was still swaying back and forth.

Wilbur went to grab his jumper before M/N put a hand on Wilbur's cheek making him look back at him.

"Please don't leave." He looked at him with pleading eyes that not even Wilbur could say no to.

"Alright, I'll stay." He stood up and gave M/N a quick kiss before picking him up bridal style and then walked down the hall, M/N's arm was stretched out to one of the doors and Wilbur assumed it was his room.

Once Wilbur sat him down on the bed, M/N quickly began to take off the uncomfortable suspenders and dress shirt before laying down and making grabby hands at Wilbur, who laid next to him.

After a few minutes of cuddling, M/N spoke up.

"I hate you so much." He said holding on tighter to Wilbur and burying his face in his chest.

"I love you too darling."

********

Another one in the bags. I got this idea from reading another story on Wattpad, it's called MidNight Walks by mannequins_inafeild, despite only having two chapters I really liked it so I would consider checking it out!

Also who knew writing kissing scenes was so hard? I literally took a break to work on another story (the one that came out before this one actually) because I didn't know where to go or how to do it. I hope it wasn't too awkward. I don't know how many more scenes I'm gonna do like that in the future but give me some feedback, I'd like to hear your thoughts!

Word Count: 1557

[lyraofthestarsss]

“CAN I PUSH HIM INTO THE VOID?!”

“…You can”

Full Subtitles vvv

Joel: okay so… my task is that I have to kill or do at least 10 hearts damage to Scott without him finding out

*Lizzie gasps*

Joel, continuing: please help me, and do damage to Scott and-

Lizzie, excitedly: CAN I PUSH HIM INTO THE VOID?!

Joel: …You can

Later, Lizzie brings Scott to The End and tries to hit him off the cliff

Scott: *gasp* Lizzie!

Lizzie: yeah?

Scott: that was one heart of damage *laughs*

Lizzie: ohhh that’s not a lot :(

*enderman pushes her off the cliff*

Lizzie: Oh my god!

Scott: laughing and screaming: OHHH LIZZIE!!