#rats smp fanfiction

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

it must of been the dim twinkling of lights

When a strange bat wiggles his way into the attic during a blizzard Martyn suddenly begins to learn to let someone get close. A fun time at the rats' Christmas celebration ensues.

Words: 3575 CW: Light/Casual Drinking

A gift for @moo9395 for @mcytblrholidayexchange

AO3 here

The Attic was beginning to grow cold, enough so that more of the residents were sleeping away in their cozy nooks more often than not. It was one of those evenings where everyone had long fallen asleep and only a few rats were awake to starve off the cold with slightly too rowdy activities.

Jimmy, Martyn and Oli were playing a riveting game of Red Light Green Light. Martyn was currently it, headband over his eyes to stop from peeking. Oli was well in the lead, though Martyn might have been a bit more lenient on the trash rat than Tim. It wasn’t Martyn’s fault Jimmy’s loud puffing and huffing were just as fun as the game itself. The three had been at this for much longer than any of them cared to admit, the starting line having been pushed back numerous times to increase the difficulty until it was practically halfway across the attic. They had long since stopped caring if they woke anybody up, hoping someone else would join the game, but it had yet to happen.

“Red light!” Martyn shouted, pushing his headband up and nearly off his head as he watched his friends trip to a stop. Jimmy nearly completely titled over, waving his arms to stop himself from face planting. He thought about being mean and calling him out on it to send him back to the starting line, but Oli was one turn away from winning anyway, wouldn’t be any fun to give him the win now. 

“Alright fellas’,” Martyn grinned, a hand above his head to start the final race, “On your mark-”

“Oh, get on with it,” Jimmy cut in with frustration. 

Martyn went slower, wiggling his fingers by his headband, reading to pull it down again, “Get set-”

“This man is ridiculous,” Jimmy sighed as he tensed in anticipation, his paws digging into the hard wood to push off from.

“He’s a rat, not a man,” Oli piped, his New York accent not as thick as usual, not that Martyn would point it out (yet).

“It’s a saying,” Jimmy replied, despite it not really being a saying.

Martyn was just waiting for them to finish at this point, waiting a few extra seconds just to get on their nerves. “GRE-” 

Oli was pitching forward just as something loud thunked on the nearby window. He fell forward, chin hitting the floor after Martyn was cut short. Bit ironic after all the times Tim was waving his arms around to keep balance that it was Oli that was the first to fall. 

Martyn was too focused on the glass pane to do much more than wave off Oli’s soft “owie” as he stepped lightly towards the window. It was pitch black outside, the clouds had long since dotted out the stars, and snow was flurrying down in flakes half as big as them.

He could hear something poke and pry at the window until it was pushed open just a smidge, enough for some critter to crawl through, cold air and snow blowing in like waves.

“Oi! Close the window!” Jimmy shouted, throwing any caution to said wind of what might have opened the window and rushing straight towards it, climbing up to the sill. Some Safety Rat he was. 

Martyn, not wanting his friend to get hurt to his own hastiness, was quickly after him. Oli, not wanting to miss out on anything that could potentially be funny, was quickly after Martyn. 

Jimmy was the first up the sill, having been closest to it, but Martyn wasn’t far after since Jimmy also wasn’t the fastest (Red Light Green Light had proven that). “Now what’s the big deal up here?” Jimmy demanded. 

“Oh!” a voice, a bit posh and soft, said from just under the pane. A bat, big ears, brown fur, wrinkled nose and all, was trying to crawl into the attic. He squirmed now, looking unsure if he should keep trying to come in or push his way back out, “I didn’t know this attic was, er, occupied.” 

“Well it is,” Jimmy crossed his arms, ever the one to try and establish his authority, as if the first impression could ever weigh out his general personality of boisterous incompetence (which Martyn thought with love), “What’s your business here then?”

“Just looking for somewhere warm,” The bat answered, glancing back out the window. The snow was not letting up, and was just about covering the little guy from head to toe. There seemed to be an uncomfortable silence as the bat debated, “I can just go though. Don’t need to worry about me.” 

Yeah, Martyn may not be the nicest or most trusting or the most willing to just go along with anything like some of the other attic residence, but he also wasn’t cruel. Letting his guy back out in the snow, when not even the fluffiest rat was willing to go out earlier today? Letting this guy freeze to death? Marytn didn’t want that on his conscience. 

“Now hold on a minute. It’s too cold for that. We have enough room in here for one more,” he huffed, holding his hand out of the bat to take. 

Jimmy looked skeptical but immediately took a step to force the window open a little more, Oli joining in. The bat took Martyn’s hand and was pulled in. Once he was in Jimmy and Oli threw their weight to get the window back closed, enough of their sparsely warm air had escaped already, best to stop the rest from doing so. 

Standing on two legs the bat was much taller than Martyn had thought, even slouched as he was. Now Jimmy was still a good inch taller than the bloke, but the bat was about 5 inches tall, nearly surpassing Martyn’s height. Average for a rat, sure, but pretty big for a common bat. He was also dressed to the nines in a black suit: jacket, tie, shoes and all. Looked like a proper gentleman. 

“Thanks,” the bat said quickly, head nodding to them and hands fidgeting, “I honestly really didn’t want to go back out there.”

“Don’t blame you! It’s a proper storm out there,” Jimmy replied, taking a step back and brushing snow off his vest. 

“So what is your deal, huh? You’re no kind of rat I’ve ever seen,” Oli drawled, his New York accent dialed all the way up. Martyn vaguely wondered if he was asking stupid questions on purpose or if he really had never seen a bat before. 

The bat looked just as confused as Oli seemed, “I’m not- I’m a bat, mate. I’m not one of you, I- I- um-”

Martyn patted him on the back, silencing him and knocking snow off him in heaps. “We know. How about you just tell us who you are instead?” 

The bat nodded, shaking off the rest of the snow off his limbs, “The name is Mumbo Jumbo, or just Mumbo if you’d like.” 

“Well, Just Mumbo,” Martyn joked as he turned and gestured to the large area of their attic, “Welcome to the Attic! I’m Martyn and this is Jimmy the Safety Rat and Trash Rat Oli. Most everyone is asleep right now, so we’ll give you a tour later, but until then we can hang out. How about a change of clothes though? I’m sure you’re soaked through at this point.”

“Everyone?” Mumbo asked with a hint of nervousness (though to be fair everything he said sounded slightly nervous so far), but he quickly put the question aside at the mention of new clothes, “Do you have anything spare? That would be wonderful.” 

Martyn nodded, “I got you covered, come on, you look about my size and I got a few shirts tucked away.” 

“And I have some spare trousers,” Jimmy added, “Cause, no offense to Martyn, but I don’t think his are long enough for you.”

“He’s my height!” Martyn argued, stepping next to Mumbo and swishing his hand above his and Mumbo’s head, showing they were about the same. 

“His ears make him like an inch taller,” Oli chimed in. 

“Ears don’t count.” 

“He’s also slouching. Mumbo, stand up straight for me, just a moment,” Jimmy added with a grin and, unfortunately for him, Mumbo complied, and he was, if only by a few millimeters, taller than Martyn. Looking down at the bat’s legs– and they were definitely longer than Martyn’s. His spare trousers wouldn’t do. 

“Fine!” He relented, “I’ll grab the shirt and Timmy you grab your trousers. Meet back at the bar. Mumbo with me.” 

Jimmy and Oli headed off to Jimmy’s little corner of the attic to grab some clothes while Martyn took Mumbo to his, pointing out a few homes on the way. The attic wasn’t that big, but it had plenty of room to hold an awful lot of them. He could see Mumbo out of the corner of his eye nodding along to the names as he walked a step behind him. He also noticed Mumbo’s hands twisting in front of him, like he was perpetually shaking water off his hands, but if he turned to look at him then Mumbo’s hands would immediately shift to holding them still in front of his chest, avoiding eye contact. It was kind of like what Tubbo did when he was super excited but a lot more secretive and nervous. Martyn didn’t see why the guy was hiding his nervous jitters, being in a strange place with a lot of strange rats was the most reasonable time to be nervous, but Martyn wasn’t the type to try and show off his nerves either. Not that this guy was any good at hiding his nerves. 

“This is The At-Tick Bar, my pride and joy,” Martyn pointed it out, grinning at the lovely Christmas decorations adorning the front. “I live on the second floor. Come on.” 

Mumbo made no fuss as they walked in, though Martyn couldn’t help but puff up with pride as he could see the growing wonder in the bat’s eyes at all the detail he put into his business. “Quite a place you got here.” 

“Thank you! Just wait right here, I’ll grab you a shirt.” He ascended the stairs and went through his meager things. He didn’t have much and tried his best to grab the shirt with the least amount of holes. He came tromping back down to Mumbo running his hands over one of the decorations. 

Martyn watched for a moment, more just making sure he didn’t break anything, but it was also nice to see the guy start to relax a bit. It was a wonder if he had gone through something or was just naturally this anxious, but either way it wasn’t any of Martyn’s business right now.

“Got you something!” He called, dropping down the last few stairs. 

Mumbo jumped and spun around, hands flapping in indecision before flying behind his back. “Oh! Thank you.” He glanced at the article a moment before reaching out to take it. 

Martyn handed it over, the bat looking it over a moment, hands feeling over the fabric and, upon determining it good enough, started taking off his suit jacket. Martyn watched for just a moment before turning towards and out the door to wait for Oli and Jimmy. 

He could just hear the other two rats racing back, already bickering with one another. Oli just barely made it to the bar first, paw smacking against the door frame and barely missing Martyn.

“Ha! I win!” Oli declared. 

Jimmy barely managed to stop himself from crashing into the two of them, “No fair! You tripped me! As Safety Rat I declare that a hazard and the race completely void.” 

“Gosh you’re such a sore loser, Safety Rat,” Oli grumbled back. 

Martyn just rolled his eyes and snatched the dark-colored trousers from Jimmy. He turned back into the bar- “Hey, catch-” and tossed them at Mumbo, who fumbled to catch them. 

“Thanks,” he said again and barely gave Martyn a second to turn around before he was stripping the wet trousers for the dry ones. 

“Come out when you’re done!” He called, heading out the bar to the two bickering rats. The two of them had resorted to punching and chasing one another around Oli’s trashcan. He sighed and grabbed Jimmy by his high-vis vest, pulling him to a stop. “Oh, would you two knock it off!” 

Oli opened his mouth to argue, something about Jimmy throwing the first punch and not being able to take the heat or something like that, but was talked over by Jimny. “Is the bat alright? You think he’s gonna stay long?”

Martyn shrugged, “He’s nervous, that’s for sure. As for staying? Doubt it. No one stays longer than a few hours. If it wasn’t for the blimming blizzard I wouldn’t have let him in. The moment the sky clears, he’s heading out. If we’re lucky it’ll be before anyone else wakes up.”  __________________________________________________________

It was Christmas. Martyn felt silly as he was handing out presents. He wasn’t used to caring about others, especially not enough to get them gifts no strings attached. He’s certainly never did that for any of his children. Today however, he was dressed head to toe in a big red coat, trousers and hat, sack on his back, and humoring all the younger rats with their earnest belief that he was the real thing. Tubbo especially seemed one thousand percent certain he was the Santa, and seeing the unbridled joy on the kid’s face was just maybe payment enough. (OH boy, these rats were making him soft.)

Once the presents were handed out he made his getaway, waiting till he was fully out of sight of any of the more innocent rats before slipping back into his bar. He sighed as he drifted behind the counter, pulling the beard down under his chin, and going to pour himself a teensy drink before returning to the festivities. 

“Ah, there you are,” A voice spoke from the door and Martyn rushed to pull the fake beard back up. 

“I- er- I was just looking for some milk!” He tried to cover quickly, clearing his throat as he put on the deeper voice. 

Mumbo stood in the doorway, holding back giggles. “It’s alright Martyn, I know it’s you.” 

“Not so loud!” He shouted, waving the bat inside, “Come on in. Close the door. Don’t want anybody who was fooled by my wonderful performance to grow wise, now do we? Can’t be ruining the Christmas magic.” 

“I suppose not,” Mumbo agreed and did as Martyn said, stepping in and shutting the door. His suit was switched out with a red and green christmas sweater and a nice pair of jeans. His black eyes watched him with an almost alarming amount of fondness that Martyn had been ignoring well for the last few days. Here, alone, in his warm bar, it was a little harder not to see that the look was only for him. 

It had been nearly two weeks now since Mumbo climbed through the window and despite all odds, he was still staying in the attic. A few of them had tried to kick him out, Martyn included, but either Mumbo was really bad at picking up cues or very apt at ignoring them. Either way, every attempt to “accidently” push him out a window or helping him pack a suitcase (as in packing his stuff into a bag and pushing it into his hands) or very pointed questions about where he was off to next was met with honest laughter like they were all playing a silly prank on him. Even Scott’s very curt “get out” was met only with a confused chuckle and Mumbo avoiding Scott for several days. Either way, Mumbo never understood that they were trying to kick him out, and since they were all getting along (and Martyn was really starting to like his company) all the rats gave up trying and just decided to become friends with him instead.

Lizzie practically fell in love with him immediately, prone to feeding him treats from her bakery often (when she wasn’t hibernating that is). Tubbo and Jimmy got along with him great these days, pulling him to go on adventures to “help him break out of his shell”, which mostly just led to all three of them screaming as they ran from cats or the humans. Even Owen, who had wanted him gone the moment he saw him had started talking mechanics with him like they were old friends, apparently they both had a knack for it. 

“Did you want a drink?” He asked, taking off the fake beard entirely and setting it aside. He was already pulling out the two glasses. 

Mumbo sat at the bar. “Sure, why not. Whatever you’re having.” 

He nodded and set the glasses down, pouring each with a bit of scotch. He took a slow sip, smiling at the warmth that settled in his stomach. Mumbo copied him, only to choke and sputter, setting the glass down immediately. Martyn laughed at him. 

“That’s strong,” he wheezed. 

“Want water?” 

“No. No. I can handle it,” he tried to wave him off, going to pick his glass back up.

Martyn ignored him and got them both some water, holding the glass directly for Mumbo to take, “It’ll help. Make it taste better too.” 

Mumbo’s hand brushed his as he took the glass, both of them lingering. They both ignored their growing blush as they pulled away. Martyn took a longer sip of his scotch. 

“Y’know, I wasn’t expecting you to stay,” He said softly, swishing his drink side to side. “No one but rats have ever stayed this long.” 

“I didn’t think I was going to stay either,” Mumbo replied, sipping the water, “I wanted to get to know you more. You- You all- I wanted to get to know everyone a bit more. Y’know? Good company you all. Chaotic, reminds me of some old friends.” 

Martyn swallowed, leaning on the bar, “I’m glad you did. I liked getting to know you too. The last few weeks have been really nice, e- especially the time we spent, just the two of us. We should- uh- do that more.” 

He was saying too much. He hadn’t even finished a glass and already had loose lips. It had to be the warm air of the bar, or Mumbo’s ridiculously infectious smile, or the dim twinkling of Christmas lights that was making him say more. (He really had grown soft.)

“You- You look good in that sweater by the way. Red really suits you,” He continued.

“Really? Cause I’m kind of growing partial to the color green these days,” Mumbo said, reaching forward and pushing aside Martyn’s Santa coat a bit to show off his green shirt underneath. The gap between them was growing ever smaller. He rested his arms on the counter, looking up into Martyn’s eyes, “That or the color blue.” 

“Don’t say things like that,” Martyn said, bordering on a whine, carefully leaning closer, “You’re going to make me start thinking things.” 

“What kind of things?” Mumbo asked back. He wasn’t pushing away, though he was looking like he was losing his nerve, “Cause- Cause I was thinking that’d I’d quite like to kiss you.” 

“Well, if that’s the case,” Martyn mumbled as he leaned fully over the bar, eyes slipping shut as Mumbo did the same.

Their lips touched. Martyn could feel Mumbo’s scrunched up nose scrunch even more as he tasted the scotch that lingered on his lips, making him smile into the kiss. Mumbo’s chest shook with the beginning of giggles as he did. 

They pulled apart, just a few inches, a laugh building up in Martyn’s chest, “Should we-” 

“NO WAY!” A voice shouted from the door, making the two of them jump apart. Martyn glanced over just long enough to see it was Tubbo before dropping behind the bar to hide. “Were you- Were you KISSING SANTA?!” 

“Was I-?” Mumbo squeaked, “Now, hold on- Hold on a minute-”

Martyn hurriedly reached for his fake beard, trying to slip it on. Not that he quite had a plan for how to remedy this situation, but he was sure he would think of something.

“You were! You were kissing Santa!” He could hear Tubbo shouting and then, unfortunately, the sound of his paws scurrying away and his voice growing further but nonetheless louder, “RATS! RATS! MUMBO WAS KISSING SANTA!” 

“Oh pants,” Mumbo said, still sitting at the bar. 

Martyn popped his head back up, beard askew on his face, watching the door for a second before looking back to Mumbo. The bat’s whole face was red. He could just barely hear the exclamations of several others outside the bar hearing the news. 

“We’re screwed,” Martyn chuckled, face in his hands to stifle the laughter, “We are so fully screwed.” 

“Pants,” Mumbo repeated, though he was laughing now too, “What are we- What are we going to do, Martyn? They think I’ve gone and kissed Santa!” “We’ll figure it out,” He reassured, once again leaning over the bar, “In the meantime, want to do it again? Kiss Santa?” “Oh, shut it,” He huffed, reaching over to pull the beard down before closing that gap once again. 

The second kiss was just as perfect as the first. 

[yaolukash]

Someone In The Crowd — The Sunflower Cafe: Chapter I — MythicalSwamp

Chapter I: MythicalSausage/Mogswamp

What will happen when three enthusiastic friends with far too many ideas would want to open their own cafe dedicated to sunflowers? What will happen when the landlady tells that after some time everyone in this building finds their soulmate? And what will happen when in a whirlwind of cafe routine some unusual and unexpected events start to happen? Time to find out in the Sunflower Corner, where every single day, every single detail seems like a miracle

Chapter I: MythicalSausage/Mogswamp

Tags: Coffee shop AU; Soulmates; Fluff

Words: 11,885 | Chapter: 1/4

[hn-undercover-9503]

Originally put this on AO3 and decided to post it to Tumblr as well to spread my manifesto to the world :) please give me rat Ren please please please pow...pow I'm begging so much rn please

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Martyn didn't understand. This shouldn't have been possible. And yet…here he was.

“Damn it, Doc.” He mumbled under his breath as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head with an unfortunately familiar paw-like hand. He could already feel his tail. It'd been a while, but he remembered the feeling of it. He also remembered using it to help him clamber his way up walls and through tiny holes in order to run away from giant humans living in a big mansion. He remembered all too well the feeling of being a rat.

He didn't think he'd ever be back here. Although, to be fair, he didn't recognize where in the world he was, at least not right off the bat. It definitely wasn't the same house, though. He seemed to have woken up in some kind of large contraption, considering all the gears and levers he was surrounded by. They made soft ticking noises as he tried to gather his thoughts, leading him to believe it was some kind of clock. He wondered if Owen was still here.

Whatever the case, it shouldn't have been possible for him to come back. He specifically remembered leaving this world through the portal, so why was it that he was back here again in the same tiny little rat body all over again? Unless…

No, that was stupid. There was no way they would put him in this body for one of those. That'd be ridiculous.

A loud chiming noise startled him, making his tiny heart race in his chest. He'd forgotten how it felt, being this small and vulnerable. Looks like he'd have to get used to it again, though. Well at least this world had been fun the last time, apart from the ordeal with pushing Krow through a random portal. Hopefully that wouldn't happen again.

He stood slowly, scanning his surroundings for where he could exit the clock. He could see what must have been its face, and was shocked when he saw the sheer size of it. It was easily ten times his own size and towered over his head, the second hand tick tick ticking away. He was just about to start looking around the mess of gears for a way down when he spotted something sitting at the clock face.

He frowned, squinting to try and get a better look. It was small, but not so small that he couldn't see it at all. Curious, he grabbed hold of one of the various levers around and hoisted himself up a few more inches to get a better look. From this distance, he could make out the shape of ears and a tail, and his heartrate picked up again. Was it another rat? Maybe a player! Maybe it was Oli again, that'd be nice. He was always a great companion in these worlds, and one of the few regulars he saw that he could say he was pretty sure they were a player and not an NPC–or worse, an agent.

He climbed up higher, trying not to let himself get too excited. The last world had been chaotic and he'd ended up having to abandon all of them in it, players and NPCs alike. And after all that, he still hadn’t been able to make contact with Doc. And, well, maybe he sort of just missed having somebody to talk to, alright? Sue him.

As he got closer to the clock face, he stopped as he heard soft mumbling. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but also didn't at the same time? It definitely wasn't Oli, unless he was playing a different character this time who didn't have the same accent. But no, this voice didn't sound like any of the rats he remembered, so why did it sound so bloody familiar?

“Hello?” He cupped his hands over his mouth and called up. “You up there! You alright?”

The mumbling stopped, followed by a shuffling sound. A moment later, the face of a rat poked over the edge of the wall where the clock face sat, slightly obscured by shadows. As he'd thought, this wasn't one of the rats he'd met in the last world. They must've been new. He watched as this rat broke out in a smile and leaped down from the wall to land on a gear close to where Martyn was balanced. Immediately, once he was level with this new rat, however, his breath caught in his throat.

No way.

“Hi there, dude!” The rat greeted with a wide grin, the pointed brown ears twitching. Of course he still had his stupid dog ears, even in this form. They were smaller, obviously, and slightly less pointy, but Martyn still really wanted to touch them. “My name's Ren! What's yours?”

“I'm–Martyn,” Martyn nearly choked on his own words as he looked over Ren's new form. He couldn't believe his eyes. Ren was really in front of him, in a world that wasn't one of those damn death games, in a world that was generally pretty peaceful and death didn't mean the end. Against his will, his eyes began to well up.

“Nice to meet ya, Martyn!” Ren reached up and pointed to the face of the clock. “Didn't know there was someone else in here with me. I was just trying to figure out how to get down. I really need to go find some food. I might starve if I stay here much longer.”

“Uh, yeah–yeah, same here. We should–” He sucked in a deep breath, forcing the stupid, traitorous burning feeling in his eyes to dissipate. “Let's try looking down. Can probably slip through the gears and find a way out through there.”

“Sounds good to me, dude!” Ren hopped down from his gear and moved to stand next to him, leaning over to look at the array of mechanical things below them. “You escaped from clocks before?”

Martyn laughed despite himself, joining the other on his search. “I guess you could say that. Say, you wouldn't happen to know where exactly we are, would you?”

“Oh, that's easy, dude!” Ren reached down and poked at a lever, which made a loud squealing noise as he did. “We're in Paris! The city of love, dude!”

Martyn chuckled to himself. “Yeah, alright. I can buy that.”

He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know why he was a rat again, or why it was in Paris, and he really had no goddamn idea why Ren of all people was here, but…

Well, you certainly wouldn't hear him complaining about it.

[feralwetcat]

Ok but imagine i have kids somehow qnd have to explain how i met my partner.. like.. yeahhh we met online.. where? Oh uhm..........wattpad.. like bro i do NOT wanna have that conversation if anybody asks we met during a school program or some shit

@taruulive hi hun

[mrtechlab]

Come get y'alls food

I have cheese for the rats here. I'm writing more fanficiton!

Doing a professor Techno, ghost Tommy, and very young adult Tubbo (and Phil of course, it wouldn't be right to leave him out) with the obvious found family trope and a side of ghost shenanigans. The goal however is to make you cry smiling.

I've got three pages out already and this is the happiest I've been with my writing so far. I don't like picking parts out so just take like the whole first page:

(Skip past the big ol' paragraph if you want quick dialogue)

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The halls are chill and barely lit, a hollow echo of their usual life. Hundreds of students pass through them daily, bringing warmth and sound to cover the creaking of old floorboards and warped, rattling windows. Yet every night they leave, and the building descends into darkness. But there is no fear, only the comfort of holding a stuffed dog tattered more from love than age; it was ripped and repaired, held and thrown, old but never unfamiliar. The bones may settle and creak in the dark but their language is comfort. The sounds of Manberg University for History and the Arts are comfort to only a select few, but those few revere it. One’s out now, his footsteps muffled in the unevenly worn carpet. There’s no point to his walk besides the ritual of habit. Tonight the moonlight is soft and the breeze softer, the exhale of one more day. However this hall is dark and still, save for one set of windows. The drapes are undone from their usual quick, elegant knots and hang, heavy and tired. Like the walk, this too is a ritual. But unlike it, there is meaning behind the action. Light bathes the shallow niche, and a few hours from midnight would fill it exactly. A marble statue glows faintly, her eyes closed and smiling like a dreamer. She’s a companion when the nights get long, and the walker worries she becomes lonely too. There’s little cause for his concern; he wasn’t the one to open the curtains and let her feel the moonlight again. Every night the headmaster visits, a few hours before the man here now. He dusts, and fusses, and when the world is looking away he runs a calloused hand over her cold cheek, hoping for those few seconds it can again hold the warmth of life. And every night as he leaves the bronze plaque shines, never showing the many hands to pass over its carved lettering: Mrs. Trixtin, deeply loved and never forgotten. Never had any writing been truer.

The headmaster came hours ago and left the doors unlocked behind him. The hall may be closed, but the walker is always welcome.

“D’yah still think she would’ve liked me?” The boy speaks without an actual sound, no force to carry through an incorporeal throat. This is also a habit, the reassurance that someone he’s never met would have liked him, someone would have cared had they the time. 

“For the last time, Tom, yes.” The walker's voice, at least, breaks the quiet. “She would have liked you when you’re not being a nuisance during my classes. I still can’t speak on her love of pranks, but I like to think she wouldn’t encourage you.”

“That’s stupid, Mr. I-Know-Everything Blade. Just ‘cause you're both old doesn’t mean she hates pranks like you.” He huffs, something impressive considering the lack of air to move. “I’m Mrs. Trixten and I think Tommy should be given more people to influence for pranks” he sings in a high voice, throwing his head into and through the statue bust.

“I told you not to do that, Tom. Go have fun with the decorative armor stands, but not her.” He waves his hand through the air at Tom, more for the meaning of the motion than the hope of moving him. “It’s disrespectful.” He’d given up years ago on beating some respect into the kids head, and there was no else to see him or hear him use the wrong title anyway. It really was his fault for letting the students get away with Professor Blade, now Tom thought nicknames were fair game. At least only the headmaster knew he liked it, and even that was used as light blackmail. He really shouldn’t have done a demonstration for the week on Renaissance Duels.

“Maybe she’s still around here, and I just haven’t looked hard enough. It would be nice to have… someone else.” He gets what the kid means. They have each other, but it’s not the same. Tom wants someone dead, just like him. The kid had left the paralyzing confusion and fear behind, but having to exist without a single person that can feel the things you can is the worst kind of loneliness.

“I’m sorry, Tommy. I’ve been here so long, and even in the weeks after she was lost I saw nothing. I’ll admit I wasn’t looking very hard, I hadn’t known she could return until I met you. I’ll tell you immediately if I do, though.” 

“Thanks, Techno.” Tommy really meant it, there was no other time he’d use Techno’s real name. There was no better way to express the bond between a lost kid and the only person he could reach to, the only person who could ever help him. The cracks in Tommy’s brave face always appeared during these brief moments of vulnerability, and there was little either could do. So the living man and dead boy stood side by side watching the moon shift across the statue's features, each wondering how it felt to be loved so much.

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[some-stupid-wannabe-artist]

if anyone is interested I wrote a Rats SMP fanfic about rat Owen being a robot.

[justthelark]

OPENING A REQUEST BOOK!!!

rules n such effectively the same but do read em!

[hey-its-me3]

HELLO

I released the fic,

...I think this is the happiest I have ever been.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45699523

In my very biased opinion, its very good!

[goldenwitherphoenix13]

First fanfic I've posted since joining AO3.

Hope its not cringe.

[solsearchingnights]

For the beloved @bookishspirit for mcytblr sexyman poll bribes!!

2.4k words

RatsSMP and just a lil smidge of farmer rat angst with some implied flower husbands for flavor <3

[yacinthemorning]

Mother Hen

Chapter 4 of 6

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Summary: 5 times Jimmy was almost the mom friend, if not for his other quirks.

Ships: Jimmy & Lizzie (Siblings)

Warnings: Temporary Death

The cage door swung open just as a human walked into the room, and everyone scattered.

Lizzie scrambled under the table as fast as her little claws could carry her. Other rats joined, clustering far from the human woman trudging by the cabinet. When a giant foot stomped down nearly right on Lizzie’s whiskers she jumped, stumbling back right into another fellow rat.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice whispered, two little paws resting on her shoulders. “Gosh, those humans are faster than they look.”

She leaned back, meeting an agouti rat with blond tufts and a neon green vest. Two brown eyes blinked back, mostly filled with fear but tinged with concern and guilt. “Jimmy!” Oh, of course she would find her once-and-forever brother here as well.

His nose twitched happily, helping her back up onto her feet. “Hello, Lizzie!” Jimmy said, then flinched as someone else nearby shushed him. Humans again. The two huddled close together, holding each other’s arms as they watched the enormous feet warily. When the human moved to the other end of the cabinet Jimmy took a hesitant chance to speak again. “Lovely hat you’ve got there.”

“Thank you very much!” She puffed up her chest. “Lovely vest.”

Jimmy patted his vest. “Well, I’m the safety rat! Stick with me and I’ll keep you safe.”

“Oh, Jimmy.” Lizzie giggled. Of course. A new world, a new attempt to assert his authority. This would go about as well as the rest, she reckoned. Evidently Jimmy took the reaction as a compliment, standing a bit taller with a wiggle in his ears and a pep in his step as he walked to the edge of the cabinet and – super safely – stuck his head out to see where the human had gone.

“Coast is clear.” He whispered back to the group. The rest of the rats hesitated, but soon scattered. His smile beamed, pleased with seemingly fulfilling his first task as Safety Rat. “Oh, what is it you do?” He finally asked.

Lizzie shrugged in a definitely very cool fashion, brushing at the edge of her skirt before examining her nails. “Well, if you must know, I’m a very clever rat. I’ve baked a cake!”

A silence fell over the pair, broken by the creak of a distant door. Safety Rat pulled his ears over his face. “Right, well. Don’t you worry, I’ll get us out of here.”

But while Jimmy looked both ways over and over again, rambling about procedures and rules, Lizzie thought she caught sight of a teal flash in the distance. Her nose twitched curiously, and she shifted to try and get a better view when-

“… One, two… Lizzie? Lizzie!” Jimmy squeaked in fear. She looked back, only now realizing she had stumbled far out from the safety of the table. With another little whimper he bolted up to her side “You’re meant to wait until the count of three! Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Over here!” Another voice called. A little cream mouse with blue overalls waved them over to his hiding spot, voice just as pitched and terrified as Jimmy’s. “Come on, don’t just stand there! Are you trying to get caught?” Scott shrieked the entire time they ran, until they nearly tumbled right into him.

“We’re right here.” Safety Rat said. 

Scott seemed to barely hear, pulling at the straw of his hat. “Jesus, Jimmy, you two are going to get killed! Oh my…”

“Are you okay, Scott?” Jimmy asked.

“You’re quite loud today, you seem a bit stressed.” Lizzie tried not to giggle.

“Of course I’m stressed! I’m inside and there’s humans!” He cried, scurrying to check around a corner. “I’m a farmer rat, I’m meant to be outdoors in the fresh air. Come on, everyone went this way.”

“Well don’t you worry. I’ll keep us safe!” Jimmy tried to assure. Understandably, it did quite the opposite. A look passed between Lizzie and Scott, but she just shook her head. It was best to just let him get it out of his system. Instead, she suggested they sit down and share a bite to eat. Hopefully that would calm him a bit.

At some point they got split up. Lizzie wasn’t quite sure how, probably one or both getting distracted, but the next time she saw her silly little former-seabling was when Scott and Oli were hauling him up into the attic with some of the rats she had yet to meet. All of them looked frazzled, but Jimmy looked ready to pass out.

“They followed him into the bathroom and got locked in.” A strange little black and red rat – Krow? -  explained.

The tallest of the rats huffed. “We nearly starved to death in there!” She cried.

“Not me.” Oli snickered. Indeed, his face was covered in the crumbs of a rye loaf Lizzie was quite familiar with from earlier. Had Jimmy given up his bread without even paying attention to his own hunger and supplies? She sighed.

Scott was coaxing Safety Rat into a few crumbs he had to spare. There was an embarrassed reluctance to his nibbling. She sat down beside him to pat his head. “Don’t you worry, Jim. When I get the means, I’ll bake you all sorts of cakes.”

His whiskers twitched. “Oh! That reminds me, I did make this.” He said as he pulled out a flat sharpened piece of iron.

“Is that a knife!” Scott squeaked. “How do you have a knife? Why do you have a knife?”

Jimmy’s cheeks lit up, holding his prized possession close. “It’s for… It’s for safety, of course!”

“Oh my! What a coincidence.” Lizzie said, giddily reaching into her own inventory. “I made mine for cutting cake.”

Scott’s distress increased. “You too! Who gave you guys knives?”

The two knife-owning rats ignored him, though, excitedly chattering on how they would use their knives for their goals. At some point Scott simply gave up and wandered off, not wanting to be a witness to whatever crime he thought they might commit. That was, of course, silly. After all, she was a baker rat. All she intended to use her knife for was to collect resources for her cat cake. Jimmy wielding a knife, on the other hand, she understood the concern perfectly. She would just have to accompany him.

-

“Lizzie!” Jimmy called, beckoning her back over to the shelter of the shelf he hid in. She scurried over, just barely dodging a human who was turned away. “Lizzie, that wasn’t very safe!”

“I know…” She whined, then huddled up against him at the sounds of a distant mewl. 

Jimmy’s ears swivelled while the two rats clutched tightly to one another in terror. This entire house wasn’t very safe, really. The attic was at least nice and warm, and if the humans ever went there it was rare, but they all risked their little lives every time they went downstairs. How was he going to keep them safe then?

“Jimmy!” Lizzie squeaked. 

Both jumped back as a human face suddenly stared right at them. No, not right at them, but at the cans they hid behind. The human lifted one effortlessly and then backed away.

“This place is too dangerous…” He murmured.

Lizzie shook free of his hold, which had unintentionally tightened on her poor shawl. “But it’s the only place with the ingredients to bake a cake.” She insisted.

“I know, I know. But we don’t even have a way to get to the food.”

“We should make one of those chisel things then. We could make a tunnel to where you need to go from the wall.”

“Oh, brilliant! One question, how do we make those?” Jimmy scratched his head, thinking back to the one Eloise had as she showed him her house. “I think we need some type of stone.” He jumped down, tiny feet thumping against the granite floor. Testing claws scratched against it. Granite? “What about a bit of this? I have a pickaxe.”

“Oh, maybe!” Lizzie leapt after him, giving the reddish stone a sniff.

Well, no time like the present- the present where there were no humans in the kitchen, at least. He whipped out the pickaxe and slammed it into the granite. The entire tile shattered, and he squeaked with happiness as he lifted up a shard. Now Lizzie could make her cake in safety! “There we go! One piece of granite at yourrr… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Jimmy!” Lizzie raged, shoving a finger towards- oh. Towards the newly made massive hole in the floor. “The humans are going to notice! Then what?”

His fur went on end. “Uh, um. Don’t- don’t panic. I, uh…” Jimmy rummaged through his inventory. Something woolly caught his eye. He quickly yanked it out and placed it over the hole. “There!”

Lizzie glared at him, before kicking her little foot out at the edge of the carpet. It flew back, once again revealing the hole. She crossed her arms. “Jimmy.”

“Hey! Leave it alone, nobody but us has to know.”

“Safety Rat, a giant hole isn’t very safe.”

“Be quiet!”

“I will not! This is your fault. I’m telling the others.”

He let out a frustrated whine. Why was Lizzie such a tattle tale? He was only trying to help her to begin with.

Before either could continue the argument there was a rumbling roar from above. Both looked up in time to see the human, but as Jimmy leapt back towards a crevice, he felt no presence beside him. Under the safety of a counter he chanced a glance back. Lizzie had run in the opposite direction up onto a shelf. The human had not noticed her, focusing on where she had seen Jimmy disappear instead, but stood dangerously close to the little baker rat.

If he couldn’t save her, he would have to help her save herself. Rolling up his sleeves, Safety Rat hid from the peaking human, waiting for her to lose interest. When a grumbling came from her he poked his head back out. “Lizzie!”

“Oh, Jimmy…” She wailed, shaking in fear, scurrying between the jars of spices.

“Lizzie, you need to get over here. It’s not safe!”

She shook her head violently. “I can’t! She’ll see me!”

“Just run as fast as you can, I’ll distract her.” He assured her, then popped out hoping to catch the human’s attention. It seemed to work, making her crouch down near him. “Go, go! Be brave!” He called to Lizzie as he dodged the human’s hand.

Lizzie hesitated, but backed up. “Alright! Alright!” With all her might she launched off the cupboard. 

Jimmy let out a cheer, but it died in his throat. Before Lizzie even hit the ground two grubby hands reached out. They slammed around the little rat, giving her no chance to escape. Terrified squeaks echoed from within the palms.

“No!” Jimmy cried, chasing after the human as she bolted off. It was no use, though. His stomach and heart both sank. What had he done?

-

“Lizzie?” The baker rat perked up at the familiar voice. Scott was behind her, poking his nose through the cage bars. “There you are.” He muttered and quickly flipped open the door. “Jimmy was running around the whole house screaming for you.”

“Well he should know exactly where I am, considering it’s his fault!” She huffed. The two rats cautiously went for the hall.

“That does sound like him.” Scott mused affectionately. He seemed calmer now, fiddling with a flower from some unknown place. Had he gotten outside or stolen it from the humans? Oh, that wasn’t important right now. What was important was finding Jimmy and giving him a piece of her mind!

Well, what was actually important was finding their way back to the attic and getting some food. But whatever! Her stomach could wait for revenge. Maybe.

She spotted Jimmy first, mixed in a crowd of rats whom he was speaking to in a hurried fashion. Lizzie didn’t wait for Scott, marching up to their so-called-friend. Jimmy at first beamed that silly little sunshine smile of his, but it quickly gave way to nerves.

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” She sniffed.

He shrunk away. “Lizzie, I’m so sorry…”

“What’s going on?” A chorus of voices asked in some manner.

“Would you like to tell them, Jimmy?”

“I, uh…” Jimmy grabbed his tail, fiddling with it nervously as he would his feathers in another world. “We got cornered by a human. I told Lizzie to be brave and leap, and, um, evidently she was too brave.”

Lizzie scoffed at his explanation. “Is that all? You want to tell them what else you did or should I?” She felt only a little guilty at his sad betrayed expression. He nearly got her killed! The crowd began to ask questions, pushing and muttering, but slowly someone started to lead them towards the attic where they could discuss in peace. 

By the time she had calmed her rage and guilt began to take over the crowd had lost interest in the bit of drama. They dispersed to work on their own projects. Lizzie found Jimmy alone, sat atop a chest, fiddling with a little blue flower, tail and ears limp.

Quietly she crawled up beside him. “Jimmy?”

“Am I the bad guy?” Jimmy whimpered.

“Oh Jim.” She sighed, placing a paw on his shoulder.

“I just want to keep people safe. I’m not very good at that, though. I’m so sorry, Lizzie.”

“I know you are, Jim.” Lizzie assured him, pulling him into a hug. It was eagerly returned, the taller rat nuzzling into her shawl. “You silly little worry wart.” A giggle escaped her, getting a confused look. “Whether it’s a super suit, or a big crown, or a sheriff star, or a safety vest. Every time, I swear, you always find some adorable little authority role. It doesn’t really suit a baby brother, does it?”

At that his cheeks darkened, “Hey!”

But she ignored his outburst, instead holding his face in her paws and giving him a soft smile. “You just keep being you, Jimmy. It’s never a bad thing to want to keep your friends safe. No matter the teasing and the silly roleplay, we see it and appreciate it.”

Jimmy had gone silent, leaning into the touch with reddened eyes. She let out an airy laugh and pulled him into another hug. “Now, why don’t we go find something to eat?”

“… I have more bread.” Came a muffled reply. Jimmy pulled away to search his inventory. A lump of beer bread was passed to her, which she happily took. The two ate in comfortable silence broken only by a few silly whispers.

[juneification]

I will sell body parts for doctor4t to win this entire thing LITERALLY jump in my asks ILL DO MORE THEN DRAW WHATEVER ILL EVEN WRITE FANFICTION. I WILL POST IT ON A03 AND HERE. ILL DO SO MUCH LET MY MAN RAT WIN

He’s in a maid outfit all the time flirts with men including the one (ws) who has killed his daughter (lux) (contentsmp.) PPEASEEEE HE LITERALLY MAKES SUCH COOL MODS?? WATCH CONTENT SMP PLESSE IM LITERALLY BEGGIN ON EVERYTHING

[mcytblrsource]

YEARLY MCYTBLR RECAP: 2024 EDITION

MCYTblr is a very large space if you see any missing events, exchange, or something else please send us an ask!

JANUARY

EVENTS:

FitPac Week Hermitcraft Rare Pair Week Wormman Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event MCYT T4T Week SpiderBit Week Treebark Title Swap MCYT Fanfiction Appreciation Week MCYT Physical Disability Week

ZINES AND MAPs:

Flamekeeper Zine Limited Life MAP Tribute to Jellie MAP

FEBRUARY

EVENTS:

MCYT Build Month Etoiles Week Fitpac Valentine's Drabble Fest Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Love Month Techza Week MCYT Yuri Week - Valentines Vylenix Week

GIFT EXCHANGES: (Based off of the beginning of posting period)

QSMP Secret Valentine QSMP Valentine's Gift Exchange MCYT Valentines MCYT Dead Dove Kink Meme Driving After Dark 2

ZINES AND MAPs:

Empires Rainbow Zine Convex Matryoshka MAP

MARCH

EVENTS:

QSMP Month Dream SMP Eras Event SMPLIVE Bingo Shubble Support Day QSMP Language Day Decked Out 2 Writing Challenge Week MCYT Aro Week Skizzleman Week SpiderBit Week Vitalasubzam Week Grumbo Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Themes Month MCYT Underdogs Event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Recursive Dream SMP Rarepair Big Bang

ZINES AND MAPs:

Isla y Ovos Zine

APRIL

EVENTS:

Mumscarian Week The Bright Side of Life Series MCYT-Fem Slash Treebark Week Katecinda Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Angst Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Horror Gift Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermitzine 8.5: April Fools edition The Minecraft Speedrunning Tarot Project Hermits Zine: Geminitay Edition Desert Duo Tongues and Teeth MAP

MAY

EVENTS:

Hermit-A-Day May HideDuo Kiss Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Duos Month! Fish Donna Week Hermitcraft Guess The Author QSMP AU Week

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Drabble Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermit Coloring Book Mianite Zine

JUNE

EVENTS:

MCYT Omegaverse Month Voices For The Blade MCYT Trans Week Scarian Summer Smooch Fest MCYT Subversion Week Niki Nihachu Summer Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Pre-Canon Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Multilingual Big Bang

ZINES AND MAPs:

Boatem Village Zine Trafficzine Edition 5 Flowers in the Desert: A Desert Duo Zine

JULY

EVENTS:

MCYT Co-Create Event Gem Pearl Week MCYT Aspec Week Hot Scarian Summer RedScape Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Post-Canon Month fWhimmy Week HideDuo Week MCYTblr Fandom Crossover/AU event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTBLR AU Fest MCYT Fic Fight Driving After Dark 3 QSMP Big Bang

ZINES AND MAPs:

Petals of a Rose - Hideduo Zine Fairytales from the SMP: Volume II

AUGUST

EVENTS:

MCYT Musical Bingo Event QSMP Month(s) Hypnotizd ship week Skizz Week 2 FelPac week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Crack Month

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Summer of Yuri MCYT RPF KinkMeme

ZINES AND MAPs:

Chronicles: a QSMP Egg Zine MCYT Sapphic Zine Empiropedia Hotguy Comics Zine Hermitzine 9: H is for Hermitcraft Bread Hermitcraft MAP

SEPTEMBER

EVENTS:

MCYT Non-POV Event Your Cubito, Your Culture Event Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Places Month Sausage September

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTblr Fluff Gift Exchange MCYT Jukebox Bonanza Event

ZINES AND MAPs:

Hermitcraft Season 9 Zine The Hermit Arcana The QSMP Story- Animation Collab

OCTOBER

EVENTS:

MCYT Aro Week 2 Weekly Hermitober + Life Series Spiderbit/Guapoduo Fluff or Fright Scarian Autumn Smooch Fest fWhimmy Week QSMP Halloween Fanworks Event Hideduo Trick or Treat Week ImpSkizztober GTWScartober2024 Rats SMPtober Hermittober Team Ranchers Week Weekly Hermittober Pisstober MCYT Femslash: Vampires VS Werewolves Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Limbo Month 7 Holy Nights of Jeremy

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Horror Gift Exchange 2 MCYT Yaoi Exchange MCYT Trick-Or-Treat MCYT Halloween Gift Exchange

NOVEMBER

EVENTS:

DoubleHearted-vember Sixteenth Day Event: Memory Month MCYT Fan Fundraiser: Art Showcase

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYT Prompt Exchange

ZINES AND MAPs:

The Reason is You Zine [SpiderBit]

DECEMBER

EVENTS:

QPR Kersuma Week Dream SMP Sixteenth Day Event: Festive Month Bedrock Bros Prompt Months MCYT Christmas Prompt List Shadowrot Week Fuga4 Week Zedaph Week Felps Weekend Event MCYT Advent Solstice Social Collaborative Fanwork Event

GIFT EXCHANGES:

MCYTblr Holiday Exchange Rivals Duo Holiday Gift Exchange MCSR Mini Gift Exchange MCSR Winter Big Bang MCYT Playwriting Festival

ZINES AND MAPs:

Treebark Zine Coloring with Hermits The Heart of the Ouroboros - LifeSteal Zine Views of Hermitcraft 2025 Calendar Moonrot-Pearleo Zine Hermit Heartthrobs 2025 Calendar Morning Star Zine Double-Hearted : DDVAU Holiday Zine

[mistymountainsmc]

Ratman… or the Phantom?

Alright, Rats SMP 2 is in Paris, Phantom of the Opera is also set in Paris. Sausage, or Ratman is hooded and wears a mask, the Phantom is also hooded and wears a mask. Ratman has a scar on the right side of his face, the Phantom also has a scar on the right side of his face…

Mythical J Sausage the J is silent, if you so happen to see this you are now obligated to make at least one (1) Phantom of the Opera reference throughout the duration of Rats SMP 2 or SO HELP ME I WILL WRITE A FANFICTION AND I DO NOT HAVE THE BRAIN CAPACITY TO DO SO!!!

Or I’ll just draw a picture, idk

God bless!

[aggressivenesswhilecrying]

Weird things in the name of art

Hello!! We're mono/martyn!! All is good, but I primarily go by mono, all is well tho!! And We're a system of almost entirely martyn littlewoods!! We use a multitude of pronouns, but a few we use often are it/fea/they/cranage/clover/rot/we/us/guts.

🫀we write fanfiction on ao3 @ aggressivecries or #agressivewrites

🫀we also write commissions, over cashapp, and if you're looking for such, feel free to reach out at any point!!

🫀we talk and write, A LOT, about horror, gore, cannibalism, all of the sorts, so be aware of that while viewing my profile!!

🫀we struggle with issues related to reality, from hallucinating, delusions, and just a general separation from reality. That we do talk about relatively often!!

🫀we are a minor, still in school, so, we do have that going on

🫀if you have any horror Chanel recommendations, we'd love to take a look!! We watch a lot of windegoon, some papameat, some lore lodge, yeah, you get the point. We absolutely love that sort of content.

🫀we're really into the life series, hermitcraft, empires, pirates smp, rats, you get the point

🫀we're always open for requests, or just general chatting, feel free to reach out!!

🫀we smoke weed relatively often, which Is also something that will be brought up!!

🫀we write and talk a lot about comparing myself to an aggressive dog, a bad dog, type of thing, we write a lot of poetry on the subject

🫀that is because we are collectively a therian, as mostly a trauma response

🫀WE HOST AND MOD FANDOM EVENTS, ISNT THAT COOL???? @mcythorrorgiftexchange @mcyt-trick-or-treat

Join the discord btw guys<3

WEIRD THINGS THAT HAVE COME OUT OF MY EXISTENCE ONLINE /SILLY

Highmate term

[flebdoodle]

You want specific?

a little confession: i got into Hermitcraft through Life SMP (and even that one i discovered mere months ago), so i wanted to know which came first for the lot of you