#halloween mcyt exchange

[melscrate]

a lil Scar and Grian gift for @pearlescent-poppies for @mcyt-halloween event! I hope you like it!

And thank you for organizing this!!

[nuclearblast]

@andyy-victoria here's your gift for the @mcyt-halloween exchange ^_^ you mentioned liking flowers and angst so i did some ghostboo art with forget me nots and poppies since they're both flowers symbolizing grief. hope you like it !

[mcyt-halloween]

Welcome to a RETURNING mcytbIr event!

Hello! Do you love secret Santas and love Halloween? Well, then this is the event for you. I recommend following this blog for updates!

This event is open to all mcyt groups: DSMP, Hermitcraft, QSMP, anything!

YOU CAN SIGN UP HERE!! more information will be under the cut!

Rules:

• DMS OPEN (check if you can DM me from one of your blogs, if you can’t, then you CANNOT participate)

• Follow the dates below

• @ your recipient, this blog, and tag #mcythalloween2024 when you post your gift according to the dates. • If you are posting a fic, please tag it as #mcythalloween2024 (among your other tags!). It will be added into a collection!

• Nothing NSFW

Dates:

• September 23, Form submissions close

• September 30st, All recipient's submissions go out to their givers

• October 27th, Posting gifts opens

• October 31st, Deadline for posting (if you have not received your gift by then, please contact me)

Gift options:

• Drawing (Finished)

• Writing (1k+)

• Stimboard/moodboard (2+ sets)

• Web weaving (10+ images)

• Playlist (1+ hour)

If at any point, you think you may not be able to complete your assignment on time, please contact me so I can find a gifter to replace you asap. DM me if there are ANY issues at all.

SIGN UP HERE!!

[8dao-le]

cw blood

gift for @jortstorm as a part of @mcyt-halloween. happy whitepine 3 and happy halloween, hopefully i'm not too late

i was nervous at first because we didn't match on very many things other than whitepine, but drawing ivory was really fun. i tried to incorporate eye motifs (the cupboards in the back are meant to look like eyes), and the bread is meant to reference the scene in the kitchen where ash is teaching ivory (the mundane). the text references the interrogation. her expression is supposed to be more of a neutral surprise, i don't know how well that came through. regardless, i hope you like this!

Other versions: textless, no watermark

original colours, no watermark

[bugflies00]

girls after they blow up a country

[downsiideup]

ranchers? ranchers.

hiii this is my @mcyt-halloween gift for @1watermelontea !! i saw "jimmy/tango" as an option and i love doing fanart renditions of classical paintings so i hope you like it as much as i do!

[uniquewitchfest]

My gift for @saltyr3mix as part of the the @mcyt-halloween gift exchange. 🎃🎃🎃

[greenscreen-dress]

Everybody needs good neighbours ~♪

Happy halloween, @aliteral-ghost! I've been meaning to properly draw False for a while now, and finally got a chance to do so for your @mcyt-halloween gift!

...Not quite sure what level of spooky this is though. Maybe a 2? Blood on the Clocktower is intrinsically pretty spooky and the game False played was extremely fun, so I wanted to try designing a haunted-looking False in full fortuneteller garb.

Fun fact: below all those opacity layers and blue filters, False's outfit is mostly coppery bluegreens and browns in honour of her Empires look, with the dark green cape matching her hermit skin's jacket.

(early WIP image with flat colours & minimal effects below the cut ↓)

Anyway I hope you like it! :D

[neo-eo-neo]

Pumpkin carving

Scott can't make time for many things. Not for parties nor for balls and definitely not for any frivolous pranking.

Its always been like that - comes with ruling and empire he supposed - but he always couldn't help but feel thankfull whenever someone showed up at his doorstep as it always ended up in some distraction from his work.

Needless to say he was very happy when Jimmy showed up at his house,pumpkins in hand and with a smile that could mean nothing but fun.

Or

Flower husbands pumpkin carving oneshot :)

This is my gift for @rebootgrimm that I made for @mcyt-halloween I hope you enjoy it :)

[eldest-of-katts]

Happy @mcyt-halloween to @juiceboxxjamie!! They said yes to shipping and to a high ~spookiness~ factor- so a scary fill is under the cut (warning, it flashes/flickers)! hope you enjoy!

And the flashing version below!

[starsandwriting]

^Resident long-suffering gothic heroine

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Heeere's my gift for @starlight-and-the-moon as part of the @mcyt-halloween exchange. I hope you like it!

I present to you: Techno's chat but instead of disembodied voices in his head, they manifest as thorny vines bursting out of his skull. And also eyes. Good luck king.

[ghostwoodsketches]

My @mcyt-halloween gift exchange for @downsiideup

I hope you like it! Of course I had to include Halloween costumes as pirate pac (still wish I had found a way to include a pet parrot) and cellbit as cowboy Ken. It’s my first time drawing pac but I hope I did okay. Overall this was very fun and an awesome event!

[mcyt-halloween]

Welcome to a RETURNING mcytbIr event!

Hello! Do you love secret Santas and love Halloween? Well, then this is the event for you.

This event is open to all mcyt groups: DSMP, Hermitcraft, QSMP, anything!

WE ARE WORKING ON ADMISSIONS. more information will be under the cut!

Rules:

• DMS OPEN (check if you can DM me from one of your blogs, if you can’t, then you CANNOT participate)

• Follow the dates below

• @ your recipient, this blog, and tag #mcyt-halloween when you post your gift according to the dates.

• Nothing NSFW

Dates:

• September 23, Form submissions close

• September 30st, All recipient's submissions go out to their givers

• October 27th, Posting gifts opens

• October 31st, Deadline for posting (if you have not received your gift by then, please contact me)

Gift options:

• Drawing (Finished)

• Writing (1k+)

• Stimboard/moodboard (2+ sets)

• Web weaving (10+ images)

• Playlist (1+ hour)

If at any point, you think you may not be able to complete your assignment on time, please contact me so I can find a gifter to replace you asap. DM me if there are ANY issues at all.

[trenchcrows]

My @mcyt-halloween gift for @peridotunoffichel​ ^^ hopefully you enjoy the fic 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: No Romantic Relationships - Relationship, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) & Original Female Character(s), Brian | Philza's Text-to-Speech Bot & Tommyinnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Brian | Philza's Text-to-Speech Bot, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fae & Fairies, Alternate Universe - Fae, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Minor Character Death, Starvation, Exiled TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Fae Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Fae Phil Watson | Philza, no beta we die like the nuke ending, Cryptid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Cryptid Phil Watson | Philza, Horror, well its like. medium horror, im bad at determining horror levels tbh, MCYT Halloween Exchange 2024, Found Family, well kind of, they kind of speed run it?? Summary:

Tommy has been exiled, this is the last he will see of the small Manberg he lived in for his whole life.

Now, left to starve in the forests south of his town, he is being watched.

or,

A fic about a guy who gets exiled, a crow that won't leave him alone, and two cryptid fae watching creepily from afar.

[cryingincrocs]

I signed up for @mcyt-halloween and had a lot of fun writing this for @nomorethoughts ! :D

Happy Halloween season y'all!

[trashland-llamas]

I Was a Human

[Written as part of the @mcyt-halloween gift exchange for @kozzax]

Jack remembered the burning inferno that was hell. How the embers had eaten away at his flesh and the smell of brimstone filled his lungs even though he was no longer there. Even now on the surface again, his eyes saw the desert basin with its red and purple sand. It was all still at the forefront of his mind but he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality. Clawing his way through the topsoil, he climbed up to his feet. His limbs felt so sluggish, so heavy. Barely able to use his body after months of laying in a tomb. His brain wouldn’t move his leg despite mentally screaming for it to move. It took a few tries before Jack could make his way to the front of the Big Innit hotel. 

Unclear if days or months had passed by. Walking through the doors, he made eye contact with Captain Puffy at the front desk. ‘But you’re supposed to be dead.’ Those words filled his body with a sense of dread. ‘Can I at least take a shower before dealing with all of this?’ Referring to the concept that was socializing. ‘Yea, sure. Take as long as you want.’ Handing over a random key card to an unused room. Not that the hotel had many patrons to begin with.

It annoyingly takes three separate attempts before the key card actually works like it’s supposed to. He didn’t have the energy to kick down the door nor the money to replace the damages that would cause. Sighing, Jack let the door fall shut behind him. The layout of the room is just the same as every hotel room he’d seen in his life. Immediately going to the adjoining en suite, he paused when he came into view with the mirror. Is that really what he looked like? Half of his body seemed to be composed of robotic elements. 

Hissing, he retracted his hand from where it had touched a patchwork of wires and stitches. No wonder Captain Puffy had looked at him with such a shocked expression. The components looked to be melted into the skin somehow. Scar tissue surrounding the edges. ‘How am I still alive?’ Jack asked himself in a low whisper, just now noting the caked dirt and blood under his fingernails. The right half of his body that was still skin, was more bloated and had a waxy consistency to it. Able to see his veins with the pallor, cheek bone extremely pronounced with its hollowness. Turning on the skin, he scrubbed under his fingers, watching as the water turned murky. Once happy, he pulled his upper lip up to see the state of his teeth. Not surprised at the yellowness and slightly irritated gums. 

Debating whether to get in the shower as he was unsure if he’d end up electrocuting himself. He had already died once and had gotten hell that time around. Who was to say he wouldn’t get some other realm the second time? With this ‘fuck it’ type mentality, Jack continued on, turning the facet to a random temperature he guessed to be lukewarm. Emitting a string of cuss words when he felt the water to be frozen cold. Ultimately discovering that he in fact wouldn’t electrocute. The robotic side did explain why his limbs had refused to operate earlier, heavier than his muscles. Asking himself if he’d have to incorporate polishing into his daily or weekly routine.

‘Thought Tommy was running this place, how long has it been since I died?’ Jack asked, now sitting across from Captain Puffy, wearing what clothes she could find from the lost and found that would fit him. ‘Tommy asked me to fill in for him today. Temporary thing. But it’s been…6 months since you died.’ Filling the cups in front of them with tea.

‘...6 months?’ Jack echoes, his mouth suddenly dry. He had been gone for half a year now, roughly 182 days. Yet the server had seemed unchanged. ‘Did–was I given a funeral? Did anyone mourn?’ His voice was hoarse from disuse, the phrasing stilted. If Captain Puffy didn’t know any better, she would describe his tone as angry. ‘No. You weren’t given a funeral, not an official one, but Ponk did write you a death certificate. Death by sinkhole, I believe.’

‘So no one?’ The question was a defeated one. He had gone through all that pain and suffering for what? To come back, barely half a man? ‘Jack, I’m merely one person. I can only give you my perspective. No one on this server keeps track of everyone, always involved in their own stuff. Ask around, there has to have been someone,’ Puffy sternly responded. While she was done being the server’s therapist, she wasn’t going to watch Jack run himself into the ground when he had done the impossible. When he had somehow managed to acquire his three lives back. ‘At least ask around. Give this living thing another shot. You used to be as thick as thieves with Niki.’ Giving him a vague starting direction. 

‘What if I can’t find a purpose?’ Jack asks. All that was left of the tea was the leaves at the bottom. Seeing a butterfly in the graininess as his finger ran around the cup’s rim. ‘You’ll find something. It’s only your first day back. You’re bound to rebuild,’ Puffy then tells him to sleep on it, cement the memories of the 6 months he spent in that hellscape. To Jack, it didn’t feel like 6 months. In fact, it had felt exponentially longer. Trapped in a purgatory where nothing looked recognizable. Where all he heard for miles were screams. And now he was dropped in a different state of limbo.

The rest was well needed as it made Jack realize what he had to do to gain some semblance of peace. The brain fog lifted and once he had spent enough time getting used to his new body, he left the hotel in search of Niki. Assuming she might feel the same, having been dealt a similar card by those in power thus far. They didn’t care who or what was lost when they played house, the presidential, special edition version. Noticing two people had been at the center of each and every conflict; Tommy and Dream. No one knew where to find Dream with his aloof nature, thus he’d have to go after the former. There’d have to be some consequences for treating others’ lives so carelessly. In itself, it was its own form of cruelty.

Alas, the journey ahead filled Jack with a fiery, bottled up rage that made it clear he’d only stop once he saw this endeavor to the end.