#mcyt halloween 2024

[wyvern-of-whimsy]

My @mcyt-halloween gift for @skygirl999!! I hope you like it!!! Also the quality got absolutely smashed here, so I have a link to it on giphy. I hope it looks better there.

I literally had SO MANY problems getting this gif to work, sorry it was late. Happy belated halloween!!

Also still image under the cut

man the quality is getting shredded DX

[titsoutfortntduo]

my halloween treat to @therafofgod for the @mcyt-halloween exchange !!

nothing says desertduo like running for your life from your eldritch horror of a situationship

[pidgedee]

happy halloween @sooonah! i was your gifter for @mcyt-halloween this year, and i’ve drawn you some gempearl inspired by s10’s overarching Something’s In The Water themes. I love giant fish monster ladies so much <3

[chiiimchar]

my drawing for @simplepotatofarmer as part of theee @mcyt-halloween gift exchange!! YIPPIEE!! here's cdre and ctechnoblade!! i imagine theyre talking about something goofy like going to a halloween party btw lmao,,,

[ravagerrush]

hello my spooky gift recipient @just-illegal-art ! 🎃! i come bearing fic for @mcyt-halloween ! i present to you horror with flower crown stress and false ! 🕸️👻

entire fic, formatted n whatnot, under cut in case you'd rather have it here than on ao3!

When False woke up, she knew that something was terribly, horribly wrong. 

She lay on the floor, while distinctly remembering having gone to bed, tucking into the soft blankets to escape from the cool air of early spring. False was laid face down on the hard stone floor, and her hair must have come untied while she'd slept, as it now pooled around her head in a shallow golden tide.

Humid air made the room stuffy and almost solid with water, and spores floated through the air. 

And she was so itchy. Something at the top of her head scratched – not the itchiness of a mosquito bite, nor the uncomfortable flakiness of dried skin - it was much more like when one walked through brush - briars and thorns and slim branches would prick and pull at your skin, with no clear reason save the piercing pain and the blood flowing down your leg.

Sweat dripped like tears down her face, and her heart pulsed to some alien beat, an unsteady, echoing thumping that throbbed through her full body.

It took far too long for False to even roll over from where she lay on her back. She had to clench what felt like every muscle in her body to even feel solid enough to move. 

As soon as she'd sat up, she tried to False yanked herself up, hooking her arms on the top of her dresser. Leaning unsteadily on the wood, she looked into the mirror she'd only just gotten. False wiped the condensation off of the mirror. Her hand shook as the droplets slid down her arm, and she looked up, a jerky, harsh movement, tearing her eyes from the dressers' top to her face.

Flowers, ranging from delicate pale pink to baby's breath to a deep blue-purple wrapped around False's head like some sort of unholy crown. It wreathed False's face, and made her hair seem more bleached and her face even more pallid from the contrast to the vivid green plant matter.

False could feel the flower crown digging into the top of her head. She could feel it winding its roots through her skull, and into her very brain. It sapped nutrients from her, wrapping itself around every joint and ligament of her body, and made her limbs twitch in foreign and unfamiliar ways.

Without her input, her arm reached over and grabbed the half-empty jug of water. It lifted the jug up, and tried to pour the water into False's mouth. As the jug had been out all day, the water was warm, and somewhat gritty. The thing controlling her didn't seem to have great motor skills, and the water splashed all over False's face. 

It coughed, a wet, heaving thing, and hummed. The humming didn't sound like a conscious noise, or at least one made by a person, but more of the background noise, akin to a heartbeat or the thrum of a motor.

The thing cleared False's throat, and made a horrible, wet, gargling sound. 

"Wha'- I don'- what?"

Words were torn from False's mouth, robbing her of air. She felt her chest heave in confusion, air moving through lungs now thick with mucus and saliva.

"' 'm I in- in False? I- ah."

The thing in her just stood there for a while, shaky and weak. 

It (and False by extension) must have fallen asleep at some point, because she couldn't remember anything after those long, silent moments, with the thing controlling her staring, eyes wide into that mirror.

❁

It was only the next night that False regained any control of her body. 

False had sat through dozens of silent, one-way conversations. More Hermits had come to visit her in the one day the crown was controlling her than every day of the last week, combined. And the thing on her head had worked jerkily through every conversation. If anyone noticed anything off, none of them mentioned it. 

If False could have screamed, she would have.

Her body had woken up halfway through the night, still laid on her bed this time. The thing controlling her had sat up, put its hands onto her face, and cried. As powerless and isolated as False had felt all day, this was just strange. What does one say, in response to this foreign thing controlling you, sobbing? It certainly helped that she couldn't say anything.

Still, False felt a strange sort of need to comfort the crown. 

It wasn't quite on purpose, but it was clear as day that the movement was her own when she awkwardly patted her own hand in some strange form of sympathy for the thing controlling her.

False felt her eyes widen in surprise, though certainly not of her own accord, and heard her breath hitch.

And then it spoke. The thing spoke, to her at least, for the first time. It seemed as if it projected words directly into her brain, a resounding, mid pitched voice echoing and ricocheting around her head as she stood there. 

You're - here? I'm-- I'm sorry 'bout this, False, It said. I really didin' mean to, 'was a mistake. I 'um. Didn' realise you were... there.

And False recognized that voice-- it took a moment to really recognize it, as it was a bit more whispery and raspy, and pitched a bit differently, but the pronunciation, and enunciation was exactly the same as the person who'd pranked her with a new meeting room in a skull not a week before.

"Stress?" False asked, more loudly than she'd meant. She'd meant to whisper, as it was an almost instinctive in the early hours of the morning, or at least the late hours of the night. "Is that you?"

False can taste the crown's (Stress's?) hesitance in her mouth.

...Yes, says the crown, finally. Yeah, it is. 

False's mouth was dry as she asked how this had happened. "I- I saw you yesterday, Stress, or the day before, or- or whenever you showed me Susan. I don't- I don't understand." She said the last sentence desperately, searching for an easy answer in every word she said.

Stress squirmed in a way that no plant should be able to move. Her roots dug into False's hair and skin with discomfort. False hoped that it was unintentional, and more akin to wringing or flapping one's hands than trying to hurt False.

'm a parasite, or something like it, I 'fink.

And okay, that gave something for False to work with. "Okay," she said, slowly. "And why are you on my head." It wasn't exactly a question, but Stress's admission didn't really mean much.

False and Stress were pretty good friends, False thought. False had joined Hermitcraft long before Stress had, but Stress had been friendly, and less of a headache for False to interact with than other Hermits. 

It's not that other Hermits were rude, but most of them expected a bit more in response to what they shared than False was able to give, most of the time. Stress, for all of her high energy and excitement, was quite willing for False to just sit and nod in response to her words.

It wasn't on purpose said Stress. I 'fink it was 'cause you were close. Most hosts didn't, well, er.

False's right arm twitched up, hard, and jerkily maneuvered over to her other hand, and laid down as gently as it could. There were flashing orange bits in the corner of her retina, reminiscent of worms, or perhaps some sort of fly. 

The movement felt wrong down to False's core. She wasn't the one sending the signals down her arm to move it as such, and her body seemed to know it. It moved less smoothly under Stress's command, going against her every wish. 

It was more comfortable, though, now that False knew it was Stress, someone she'd more or less trusted, rather than some sort of other creature.

Most hosts didn't remain conscious, admitted Stress, guiltily.

False could almost see how Stress would have looked at her in that moment, if she'd had a body from which to see. Stress would blink, her large, dark eyes reflecting False's face, thick lashes blinking with tears. The sentence is delivered with the guilt that one might have if they were someone telling a parent that their child had died on their watch.

And False bit down her fear. "Well, I am conscious, I think. Don't know how long that's going to last, but it's something, I suppose."

Yeah, said Stress. 

They sit in silence for a good, long while. 

"It's not as distressing, I think, to have you, well, in me, now that I know who you are. It's almost comforting?"

I've always been alone, in everyone I've been in. 

"Why did you have to leave your last body?" asked False, almost dreading the answer. 

'Twas all rotten, yaknow. Bits came off, and it was all decayed.

False hummes in response. Rot wasn't too bad, and they'd be able to talk to Cleo if needed. 

She relayed as much to Stress.

I can try to, er, de-attach me 'ead. It's probably proper difficult, but I can try. Stress offered, but didn't sound all too inclined to try. 

All said, False wasn't too keen either, but surely they had to try?

And so it was with a vague sense of foreboding, though with significantly less emptiness around her, that False got up, and began to search through her small starter base for anything that they could possibly use for getting out Stress in a safe and timely manner.

❁

The extraction was long and painful.

They had decided to figure it out on their own, as neither felt comfortable enough to go to anyone except maybe Xisuma to do it, and this was something that felt intimate and personal, besides. They could do it on their own.

False had sat on a small mangrove stool by the dresser with tweezers. A small, woven bucket that she'd brought with flowers from Pearl's starter shop sat on a nearby table -- the location for Stress to stay in while they figured out something more comfortable.

First, False's hair had to be cut. She didn't particularly want to, but there was no getting around it -- the base of Stress's crown wouldn't be able to be removed with all of her hair in the way. It was a shame to remove it all, but it had to be done. Stress helped best as she could, but False knew her body better than Stress's two-day nervous system, and soon enough False had a buzzcut, each section of hair cut away individually.

Each root had to be pulled out individually. A single root often stretched on for what had to be an entire meter, despite being thin, strangly little things, and False had to cut small lines crisscrossing her forehead to be able to tug on them with tweezers gently enough to avoid any real damage.

Stress tried as well as she could to not fire any neurons or twitch at all, but False was still cut more than she'd have liked to be.

It wasn't as if it was too technically difficult, as False had done field medicine on herself far too often, and had experience braiding her own hair besides, but it was tedious and hurt all the while.

Stress was unfortunately unable to pull out her tangled roots from False's head as they had gone in. They had grown in almost instinctively, reaching for nerves and tendons as if they were water and light.

's quite difficult y'know, to sit still like this. Stress laughed nervously, the sound tinny and echoing in False's head. Tryin' not to twitch when it all feels somewhat like your own's. Strange to say the least.

False let herself laugh in response, careful to not open wounds any more than she had too.

Eventually, the sun started to peek over the horizon, a beautiful gradient of oranges and purples, and False's hand started to shake. She had been working tirelessly for hours, and her skills started to falter.

Stress's tendril-like roots took over from then on. Enough of her had been pulled from False's scalp that she was really and truly separate from False, and she'd crudely scrawled with one of her vines that she could fix the rest back up while False rested.

False made sure that Stress knew where the silk thread was, so as to better avoid infections afterwards, and fell asleep in what felt like a matter of moments, still upright in her chair. She felt safe and comfortable knowing that Stress was there with her.

[writing-oof]

new q!phil fic just dropped

(mind the tags and the 'chose not to use content warnings')

My @mcyt-halloween gift for @ravendarkwood!

I hope you like it <3

[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

[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.

[mrpokoman]

FINALE CRINGETOBER DAY 31

HALLOWEEN

HAPPY HALLOWEEN sorry I didnt do the last 2 days I was very busy, this challenge was both fun and stressful and I'm happy its done and I will be doing more art just need a lil break I hope u enjoyed today !!1

[bugflies00]

trick or treat?? :3 (ft the world's quickest ctommy doodle)

CHOMMYYY you get…

slices of minecraft cake!

[uniquewitchfest]

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

[izelthewashbear]

Lurker of the lake is out!!!

Hypno discovers a strange crature living in a lake of the outskirts of the new Hermit lands. Despite both of them coming from different worlds, they quickly find a common language. Their friendship pushes them both to change and trust each other in the face of a threat looming over the Hermits.

Merjevin was created for Hermitcraft Monster Mash - a collab project combining Hermits and monsters together, just in time for Halloween. Aside from meeting a ton of talented artists, I had a chance to create and get to love this little guy.

Please go read the fandic if you can! I worked really hard on it and I've been told it's a really good read! Especially if you're like me and you miss some fandom content about the less popular Hermits like Jevin and Hypno

As a bonus, here are some doodles that helped with the creation of Merjevin! I hope this isn't the last time you guys get to see him

[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 :)

[dansemacabre]

every so often (especially in october) i remember the cricket crew halloween stream and i stop in my tracks in shock and horror. i really do not like talking about ccs as their irl selves in a critical sense (when they’re obviously not in their Youtuber Voice Mode and something is visibly A Bit Off) but yall what the FUCK was that about. literally daisy jones and the six last concert before the band split up levels of what the fuck. the 1997 silver springs performance of the dsmp mcyt fandom. lore so layered it could be considered a complex multicellular organism. im so fucking genuine and serious in my real human life i will actually genuinely stop doing tasks to think about the cricket crew halloween stream. was it all a bit? was none of it a bit? which parts were bits? whose idea was it? what did they all expect to happen? what the fuck was up with tommy and the mud shit? why did the group never speak again??? and like i don’t even think this is a parasocial thing i don’t fuck w half of the ccs on that stream but as someone who is confounded by human connection and any large group gathering i desperately need need to dissect that entire situation. we could all be cricket crewed one day. i must to be ready

[lifestealcollabcord]

— LIFESTEAL COLLABCORD: HALLOWEEN SPOILERS ✨

Here’s the silhouette of the collab! Can you guess which silhouette belongs to which Lifesteal SMP member?

[ POSTED 🕰️ ]

[bloomyforest]

My Hermittober (Hermitcostumes or something :3)

Day 1: Mumbo in a vampire costume

Plus some doodles