#mcyt town au

[dealterspam]

Some late christmas art that I forgot to post here lolol Town!Benchtrio lets goooo look at them in their ugly christmas sweaters

#bench trio #ranboo fanart #tubbo fanart #bee duo #beeduo #clingy duo #benchtrio #clingyduo #ranboo #tubbo #tommyinnit #mcyt #mcyt fanart #mcyt town au #mcyt au #beeduo fanart #clingyduofanart #benchtriofanart #december art

[dealtersorcerer]

Time to start posting all the art I forgot to post on my other acc from the last year lolol Some Crew redesigns I did back in March I think??

#mcyt #mcyt fanart #curaxu #ragegamingvideos #generationhollow #evanz111 #evanz #captainfluke #the crew fanart #the crewdom #mcyt town au #yuhhh #i don't have anything funny to say i just rlly like these designs lmao #alters art

[majickth]

no thoughts, head empty, just mysterious small town au

grian is a journalist who got into some trouble after digging too deep into a missing persons’ case; pearl invites him over to stay in her small town since he needs the peace and quiet. he thinks itll just be a simple vacation, but finds the town and its inhabitants to be far more than they seem.

#i just imagine this au to be grian running around trying to uncover the town’s weird supernatural mysteries #meanwhile pearl is casually making contact with aliens #ive got more designs on the way #just been really enjoying drawing in this type of style #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft fanart #mcyt #mcytblr #mcyt fanart #grian #grian fanart #pearlescentmoon #pearlescentmoon fanart #sky duo #skyduo #sky siblings #majickthart #hermits hollow au #mysterious small town au

[moonycactus]

I made CuteGuy in Pony Town because I'm bored and lonely (design by @kitsuneisi , I really love this design.)

#desertduo vigilante au #grian #hermitcraft #mcyt #pony town #I don't like to play alone but there's nothing I can do about it lol.

[vyeoh]

Damon gant type beat

#vio.art #empires #empiressmp #inthelittlewood #digital art #art #artwork #fanart #mcyt #empires s2 #tumble town #ace attorney au

[circesays]

{Alright so this AU (I’m going to call it the Cursed Toy AU and tag it as such- this started this AU, and this is the continuation of it) has affected my thoughts and now I have More Ideas so here’s another one. I’m already drafting a sequel to this one and maybe gonna put these on Ao3, so if you have any ideas or something like that, feel free to tag it in a reblog or notes or dms or anything like that :D}

{also, sorry not sorry. ;)}

The day everything truly began to go downhill was calm, at first. The inhabitants of Tumble Town were loud, going about their daily routines in the usual chaotic manner. Horses raced and whinnied, their hooves beating against the ground and kicking up pale dust. The barn animals called out as they were brushed or sheared or fed. Casual chatter and laughter rose from couples and friends and rivals as they mined gold, herded creepers, and worked on expanding another house. All of it echoed in the bowl, a cacophony of joy and teasing outrage and life.

(Of course, they couldn’t have known that it wouldn’t last.)

Jimmy watched from his office, the window still stained and dusty, despite having cleaned it several times just hours earlier. He idly twirled his wooden pen, adorned with a carved horse head, a gift from the first settlers to arrive to their new home.

Despite the laughter from below, the Sheriff had a sinking feeling in his gut. It wasn’t the familiar thrum of the God of Lore’s arrival, nor the cold pounding of anxiety that consumed him whenever he saw his eyes (not his not his not his) in the mirror or narrowly avoided snagging his the pull-string on his back.

No, this was unfamiliar. Unusual. But he had a feeling that it wasn’t anything good.

(And he knew the joy wasn’t to last, because he was cursed and abandoned and seemingly ignored by his friend. And it was so, so odd, because his friends knew his limits, and they know him, so how could they not see-?)

As the sun steadily made its way toward the horizon, time progressed as usual. The inhabitants met at the saloon in the evening to relax and play games. The stables were locked up for the night, the animals settled in their stalls. Jimmy sat at his usual seat, listening to the eager ramblings of a new settler, a young woman gesturing wildly as she described the designs for her new forge setup.

He fiddled with the empty glass in front of him, happily nodding along and offering ideas.

(Jimmy had quickly stopped feeling hungry or thirsty, when he’d finally turned fully. He could no longer sleep, or blink, or bleed. He turned to glue and potions instead of bandages and bread.)

In the corner of the room, a group playing poker created a ruckus as one of the players cheered jubilantly, the rest groaning or playfully punching their arm.

(And the feeling spiked.)

The Sheriff sat up straight, immediately on edge. The blacksmith frowned, her amber eyes shooting to scan the room for any threats. Within only a few moments, the saloon was on high alert, people peering out windows and climbing into the rafters with practiced ease to aim out of the higher vantage points.

(Because the entire town respected their Sheriff, trusted him. He was entwined with the magic of their home and the lives of his people. He’d never let them down, not even when an intruder changed him.)

An elderly stablehand was the first to break the stillness. “There’s a boy running over from the barnyard.”

Sure enough, a brunette, no older than 16, burst into the room, huffing and panting, his hands on his dusty jeans as he tried to recover as fast as possible. “Trouble- in- the- stables!” he gasped, pointing shakingly back out the door. “Come quick! They’re- the horses-”

The Sheriff strode over and gave him a glass of water, which he drank as quickly as possible without making himself sick.

“I was just going in to double check the water supply for the morning. The horses are restless- I’m not sure- they’re-” he stumbled over his words and paused, frustrated, before trying again. “The horses are turning into plastic. I can’t make it stop.”

(Little did they know that it was just the beginning.)

As days went by, more problems arose. The Sheriff ran himself ragged, not needing sleep or rest. The horses were fully plastic within a few days, their flanks smooth and dull. They could no longer run quickly or even keep at a solid trot, their joints having too much friction.

(Their steeds lived, fueled by the very magic infecting them. But it came with a heavy toll.)

(Within a week, Tumble Town lost their main method of transportation.)

The houses were next, the walls changing and morphing. Instead of wood streaked with yellow and scarlet dust, they were pale mints and sunshine yellows and pastel pinks, completely untouched by the surroundings.

(One cowboy tried to brighten the situation, jokingly complaining that the aesthetic was lost, that that darned god was completely destroying their nice, dirty, chaotic-energy town.)

(Another grimaced, because their precious home was built completely by hand, taking days of cutting wood and painting walls. Now their house looked like every other house in the town, a two-bit dollhouse with no love put into its creation.)

Anything alive in the town began to shift quickly after. Fur and wool and down turned to fluff and stuffing, the entire barn becoming a plushie overnight. Every pet was still, the faint pit pat of a stuffed heart keeping them alive.

(The Sheriff carefully adjusted Deputies Flick and Norman in their beds, the fire in his heart raging, because not even their companions or their food was spared.)

Everything came to its breaking point the very next morning. Jimmy lifted his dull eyes from the letters he’d been writing.

(Pleading for aide, for help, for mercy. The trash can was overflowing with imperfect drafts, because nothing could quite convey the message of “you’ve ruined my life and my people’s lives and my home and you’re fools and traitors and why are you ignoring me” kindly.)

Since Tumble Town’s founding, the Sheriff would begin his day earlier than every other inhabitant. Every morning, Jimmy would listen to the noise of his town waking up, from the laughter of parents bringing their children to the stables for the ride to school, to the whinnies of horses and the crowing of roosters.

(Even as their home changed around them, from loud and chaotic and alive to plastic and plush and dull, the people of Tumble Town began their mornings with noise, because it was a constant that held them together.)

This morning, the town was silent. The roosters could no longer croak. The horses slept, unable to move.

The townspeople didn’t emerge from their homes.

(The Sheriff felt true fear, a bolt of white-cold terror down his spine.)

He took off, scrambling down the steps and to the houses nearby, his once-shining golden badge (now cheap plastic, tarnished by the magic that cursed him and cursed his home) left on his desk.

Movement caught his eye, the Sheriff rapidly spinning on his heel. The brunette, the young boy from the stables, stumbled towards him. Jimmy barely managed to reach him before he fell.

“Heya, Sheriff,” he croaked. His skin was wooden, and his eyes were fading to paint even as he spoke. “Guess I’m the last one left. Ma’ and Mum were already frozen.”

Jimmy couldn’t speak, his horror causing his throat to tighten and his words to catch (the string, the string, the string-).

“Hey, Uncle Jimmy?”

(That nickname, given fondly, because this little scrap of a brunette was the first child in Tumble Town, the honorary leader of the stables-)

(On his desk, a wooden horse pen left a trail of ink on an unfinished letter.)

“Give them hell for us, would’ja?”

(And the boy smiled, his eyes dulling.)

Jimmy scrambled to place his head to his heart, unable to feel a pulse because his neck was made of wood-

(The steady thump of another plush heart was the only thing keeping the Sheriff grounded.)

Jimmy had never wished he could cry more.

(Around him, Tumble Town gave a final wisp of a sigh as his home and his people and his friends turned into toys.)

#mcyt #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #empires smp season 2 #empires season 2 #tumble town #lore #there’s a few ocs but they’re townspeople #solidarity jimmy #solidaritygaming #angst #empires fanfic #Cursed Toy AU #yeah this is a thing now and it’s Consumed my writing brain #I’ve been trying to work on my team rancher fic but this said lol no #toy jimmy

[poggersbastard]

Welcome to The Midwest! Population? Horror movie protagonists

FIRST - NEXT

#red flag is having a towns year start with 16 /silly #my favourite character in MCIM. hes so Doomed #bastard.png #my cat is missing au #mcim #argbur #argbur fanart #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #qsmp au #mcyt #mcyt fanart #mcyt au

[m4delin]

A favor returned

It's a beautiful morning and Cleo could imagine birds would sing their heart out if she hadn't been in the middle of the town. But listening to the water bubble in the kettle and the footsteps of Bdubs running around upstairs was honestly so much better. It reminded her that she wasn't alone. She hasn't been for quite some time now, but it was nice to be reminded every now and then.

With tea in her hands she thought about the day she had ahead of her. She needed to finish up the grandfather clock, mostly the finer details being left on it. She needed to check up on Bdubs and how his practicing was going, maybe even teach him an new spell if he had been making progress. Today was also Scar's off day which meant he was likely going to hang around the bakery, meaning she could ask him to pick up some new loafs. She smiles and has to hold back laughter when she hears two loud thumps followed by shouting from her boys.

Yeah, her life wasn't empty anymore.

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#mcyt #m4ds writing #a town called ___ #a favor returned #limited life au #wip #listen #i'm getting the urge to write but opening up g-docs feels like such a huge task that it's preventing me #so i'm just gonna write directly into this reblog chain and post it #not even save it as a draft #i will hopefully work on this more #i really wanna finish this one-shot and then move on to the bigger au #the town thingy is what the series is supposed to be namned #no idea for the name of the town tho #will update it #i hope #ok have fun

[pixiemage]

What do you all call baby creepers in your fics and art? Because to me they're not pups, not cubs, but a secret third thing (sprouts)

#listen the whole Creepers Are Sentient Moss Mobs propaganda got to me #I almost used pups and I almost used calves (bc they're like the cattle of Tumble Town in many stories) bUT #sprouts just makes me smile #creepers #mcyt #TNaWY AU #fleshing out the Minecraft universe in writing is so so fun #don't even get me started on my concept for why players' CLOTHING stays on them during respawn even when their ARMOR doesn't #I won't stop chattering if you do

[bitofmaehem]

It has been done! Just two guys sharing stories round a campfire in the middle of a forest :)

AU exchange for @ivi-prism!! I was trying to go for like a dnd/fantasy type AU, where scar is a traveling wizard who stumbled upon grian when he got lost in the forest, so I hope you like it! It was a lot of fun to try different shading styles and stuff.

Thanks for hosting @mcytblraufest :D

#mcytblr au fest #goodtimeswithscar #grian #my art #fantasy au #mcyt #hermitcraft #I’m sorry it’s a bit late #I was out of town for a while and it took a bit longer than I expected to finish #I hope you like it tho!!

[intergalacticgod]

Techno in pony town

#dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #dsmp au #technoblade #pony town

[dealterspam]

Vikk and Lachlan! Vikk's always the hardest to design so I think he turned out pretty good :) I finally figured out how to draw his hair!!!!! It only took me like 7 years or something lmaooo Vikk and Lachlan are both elementals, Vikk's a water elemental and Lachlan's a lightning/wind elemental! Vikk can control any type of water and Lachlan can create electricity and can control wind! I decided to give Lachlan windburn since he deals with harsh winds from time to time and doesn’t properly protect his face and hands

ALSO I was feeling rlly nostalgic for old mcyts (as you know) and went and reread an old vikklan fic for funsies I used to read a lot of vikklan fics back in the day, even tho they were my least fav pack ship when I was still shipping merome romantically. I just remember that vikklan fics were always good lolol

Rob and Preston Mitch and Jerome

#vikkstar123 #vikkstar #lachlan power #craftbattleduty #vikklan #the pack #the pack fanart #vikkstar123 fanart #craftbattledutyfanart #vikkstar fanart #lachlan power fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #these two are always the most difficult to design out of the pack bc theyre v sensible and responsible so its hard to gove them weird clothe #i think they turned out rlly nice for once :) #mcyt town au #mcyt au

[dawn-wasabi]

Pride Month 2022 - Prideful OCs 

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Happy Pride Month, everyone! 

Okay, so the original idea I had was to make little doodles of these characters, either with family members or with their partners if they had one, all showing of their LGBTQ+ swag. However, the touch of drawing only comes to me when I’m inspired, and I haven’t been lately. Since graduation, I’ve mainly played video games like Pony Town and have been writing fanfiction. Hence, this lovely piece for Pride Month. 

The identities and orientations here are considered canonical in terms of my fandom AUs, except for my mane OC. Also, some of these characters’ designs are outdated or are currently being worked on or reworked, so bear with me. 

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Line-up; from left to right; top to bottom: 

Patches - Magnus and Ellegaard’s youngest daughter in my Minecraft Story Mode Next Gen. She is a lesbian and is more so the masculine one in a relationship. She is married to her cheery and bubbly wife, Belladonna, eldest daughter of Radar and Stella in the same fandom. Together, the couple have three wonderful girls as their children. 

Bach - The only child of Quackity and Slimecicle in my Crimson AU, or my crossover of the Dream SMP and iDots SMP. Though he is not one for labels, if directly asked, he claims to be bigender, fluctuating between male and female. Despite this, he assures others that he does not take offense to only being called he/him since he still technically identifies as a man. He is easygoing with labels because for him, it is not always relevant to his day-to-day life. His boyfriend, Ralsei, (son of Antfrost and VelvetIsCake) respects this more private label, and he too shares the similar philosophy that labeling is not always a necessity. 

Dawn Wasabi - My ponysona and mane OC. I’m currently debating whether or not I am asexual and/or a straight ally. I think I mistakenly assume that I’m ace because I’m anti-social and never get out enough to explore my options. If I decide that I am not, then I know for sure I would be straight and an ally of the LGBTQ+ community, of course. 

Yeong - Originally the eldest son of Jamison and Rocco in my Minecraft Story Mode Next Gen. Quick recap: Jamison is the oldest son of Jack and Nurm, while Rocco is the youngest son and ninth child of Romeo and Xara. During their teenage years, Yeong chooses to identify as a demi-girl because they do not want to make an official decision about being a transgender. At this point in time, they go by she/her and they/them pronouns, but they are unphased and not offended by friends and family who still refer to them as he/him. Raised in a large, traditional, and somewhat more religious family, they are more than okay and understanding with having a few prejudiced family members, such as their grandfather Romeo and their aunt Zofija. Reaching early adulthood, they still feel more feminine than masculine, so they finally decide to make a full transition and become a trans-woman. She remains going by the same pronouns and is still lenient with being called he/him by others. 

Abraxas - The first child of Skeppy and BadBoyHalo in my Crimson AU, or my crossover of the Dream SMP and iDots SMP. He is also the first born of the Halo twins. Being more accustomed to and favoring the communities of gen Z and gen alpha, he thinks highly of placing a label upon himself. Though he does not experiment until his mid-teenage years, he claims to be bisexual years beforehand. He and others eventually do discover this to be more than likely, as he maintains a secret relationship with a male partner, while he also has a short-lived relationship with his childhood crush, Belladonna, daughter of a6d. 

Asriel - The second child of Skeppy and BadBoyHalo in my Crimson AU, or my crossover of the Dream SMP and iDots SMP. He is the second born of the Halo twins. The polar opposite of his brother and similar to the rest of his friends and gen Xers, he is not sticky about labeling himself. He does not like to claim that he was born into the world with a gay preference, but he, friends, and family have noticed his liking for those of the same sex since he was a little boy. Rather than having innocent crushes on girls, he always displayed affection and crushes toward boys and men. He never once experiments with any women, and even when he has not experimented with a male partner, he gets to understand himself through submissive escapades. As mentioned before, he is not one for labels, but by this point in his life (mid-teenage years), he begins to believe that he is indeed homosexual. 

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Minecraft Story Mode @ TellTale Games Dream SMP and (former) iDots SMP @ YouTubers Pony Town @ ponytownteam My Little Pony @ hasbroplz and @ fyre-flye Dawn Wasabi belongs to me. These next gens/AUs belong to me. 

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You are NOT permitted to use this artwork!

#pride month #pride month 2022 #au #next generation #next gen #pony town #ocs #original characters #mcsm #minecraft story mode #dsmp #dream smp #idots #mcyt #mcsm next gen

[majickth]

So dark, no moon, no stars, no stars No sound, just hearts and walls of art

in which Grian goes to a small town and finds that things aren't as the seem.

#i love small mysterious mountain towns #anyways au where grian is a failed journalist who gets invited by pearl to stay in her small town as a retreat #only to end up working for a shady tourist trap owner who may or may not be also in cahoots with some shady corporation #and befriends someone who is definitely not a vampire and is just conincidentally tall pale and always drinking red juice #and maybe accidentally summon a demon (but its okay hes chill) #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft fanart #mcyt #mcytblr #mcyt fanart #grian #grian fanart #hermitcraft au #majickthart #hermits hollow au

[mcytrauma]

― welcome home, theseus

author - grasstastic status - ongoing [updated 01.14.2022] length - TBA ^^ dynamics - sbi, bench trio worldbuilding - heroes & villains genre/tropes - angst, (physical) hurt/comfort, fluff / found family content warnings - major character injury, ptsd, dissociation, trauma, human experimentation, flashbacks, implied/referenced abuse, derealization [check chapter notes for content warnings]

summary

It may seem like a specific series of coincidences led the Crimson Crusader’s story to the path it followed, but if one choice was changed and everything was different, would Tommy still have gotten his happy ending?

Maybe it was meant to be.

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An alternate timeline, where the Blade never left the Crimson Crusader bleeding on a rooftop.

thoughts - though i do have my own gripes with the author’s trigger tagging, the fic itself was really good!  an alternate timeline fic [by the same author] for hold my hand tight and it’s really well done! literally amazing and answers the big What Ifs you get if/when you read the original fic. i think the representation of ptsd is pretty good so i personally really appreciate that. and i like that it shows that trauma has very real consequences, that it’s not just a one and done type deal like i feel most fics tend to do when authors want to Move the Plot Along.

#📖: welcome home theseus #💐: devil town #✏️: grasstastic #🌷: completed #🥀: 5+ chapters #🥀: 25k+ wc #🌺: tommy centric #🐝: sleepy bois inc #🌐: vigilante au #🌐: heroes & villains au #🌻: angst #🌻: hurt/comfort #🌻: fluff #🌼: found family #🚫: reference post for cws #🚫: CWs in chapter notes #mcyt fic rec #tommy innit fic rec #tommyinnit fic rec #sbi fic rec #dsmp fic rec #dream smp fic rec #welcome home theseus

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Hnnnnngh.... MCYT Mashle AU...

Technoblade the deadpan hermit living with his friend Phil in the woods. He goes to town to get more potato seeds(?) and gets caught with no Magic Mark on his face. The magic police guy, idk Schlatt, tries to arrest him but gets wrecked by Techno's sheer muscle power. He then offers Techno a deal, saying if Techno attends a prestigious magic school & becomes a Divine Visionary, and Schlatt gets benefits from it, he'll let Techno go. Techno agrees bc while he could, he doesn't want to run forever, he wants a potato farm, darn it.

He gets into the school. Who the fudge is his roommate. Skeppy? BBH?? SquidKid???

Who on earth is Innocent Zero anyway. I'm thinking Tommy for Domina but who are the other quintuplets. Wait wait wait Tubbo Ranboo Purpled Eryn. Holy shoot the Five Minors™️ are perfect. Holy shoot. Epidem is Ranboo except Ranboo is obsessed with cakes that can kill God instead of puddings. Doom is Purpled. IDK who's Famin and who's Delisaster out of Tubbo and Eryn but either would work I think. Holy shoot for Doom's pancakes Purpled has Chipotle tacos. This is perfect holy mackerel.

Anyway who IS Innocent Zero then...

#MCYT Mashle AU #technoblade #tommyinnit #philza #Lilly writes stuff