#sapphic mcyt

[ettle]

More desert duo lesbians + a revamp of previous desert duo lesbians.

Bonus (suggestive) below:

[weatheredcopper]

my two pieces for @mcytsapphiczine !!!!! they could not be more tonally different lol

go check out the zine!!!!! a ton of cool people put their hard work into it and it turned out amazing!!!!

[mcytsapphiczine]

MCYT Sapphic Zine is HERE!

Hello everyone! We're so excited to share with you, after months of anticipation, the MCYT Sapphic Zine!

The zine is available to look through right here:

And it's also available to download on itch.io here:

Thank you to all our contributors for your excellent work, and thank you all for checking it out! <3

[ender1821]

pearl is that straight friend that all sapphics fall in love with as a rite of passage

anon how does it feel to be so right

[b1odeuwed]

Good Ending :-)

@mcytsapphiczine IS FINALLY OUT !!! i’m so so so happy i got to make this art for it and of course it had to be of my beloved c!sunship <3

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

my gift for @thesoupbird for @mcytblr-fluff-exchange!! hope you enjoy your rat yuri <3333

[muriers]

I'm so excited to finally share the piece I drew for the @mcytsapphiczine!! Y'all can download the whole zine NOW from this post and see all the other amazing arts, fics, and poetry <3 <3 <3

[apileofmoss]

;3 @mcytsapphiczine

[chewydolls]

🍂 Calling all the devoted bagina blogs on tumblr to stay tuned for @mcytsapphiczine, where our group of talented writers and artists celebrate different sapphic ships across the mcyt fandom. Are you excited to see what we have planned? 🍂

[mcyt-sapphic-showdown]

Hannah and Puffy are from DSMP

Both use she/her

Zoey and Aphmau are from Minecraft Diaries

Both use she/her

[mcyt-yuri-fight-club]

[ski89]

@mcyt-summer-of-yuri @redlover411 Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii here's your gift I hope you like it!! :333

[mcytsapphiczine]

MCYT SAPPHIC ZINE APPLICATIONS NOW OPEN!

Hello everyone! We are pleased to announce that the applications for our seasons-themed sapphic zine are now OPEN! We want to celebrate the timelessness of queer love in all the different forms it takes by creating a zine themed around the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, depicting ships and characters from across all MCYT subfandoms, which guides the audience through an entire year of sapphic love.

To bring this project to life, we are looking for:

fic writers

poets

page illustrators

comic artists

merch artists

If you are any of these things and love yuri, you’ve found the perfect project! Please follow the links below to read our application requirements, and then fill out the correct application in full by 11:59PM EST on March 31st, 2024. Applicant acceptance letters will go out on April 14th.

Happy Yuri!

🍃🌷ARTIST APPLICATIONS☀️🌻

🍁🌑WRITER APPLICATIONS❄️🧣

FAQ | SCHEDULE | TEAM | APPLICATION REQUIREMENTS

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[olithewitch]

Here are the songs that I think represent different sapphic mcyt ships:

Shadowhunt/Slazzie (Ldshadowlady x Stacyplays): Wild One by MALINDA

Nature Wives (Katherine Elizabeth x Shuble): Ivy by Taylor Swift

Shadowrot (Ldshadowlady x Zombiecleo): Allies Or Enemies by The Crane Wives

Shiny Duo (Pearlescentmoon x Geminitay): Killer Queen by Mad Tsai

[thefireintheshadow]

live

[for the mcyt summer of yuri 2024, gift for @ski89 ]

“Gem, you don’t want to do this, right?” Pearl’s voice would sound so collected to the untrained ear, but Gem knew better. She seemed confident, leading, like she was weaving psychological warfare, but Gem knew the undertones of anguish. They bubbled just under the surface, turmoil and fear and conflict.

She knew Pearl didn’t want to kill her. But she also knew that Pearl wouldn’t betray her teammates. Pearl was loyal until death. Her Pearl. Her everything.

How had this gone so fucking wrong? “No, I don’t,” Gem said, and she didn’t bother to disguise the pain. Her eyes pleaded with the woman she loved. She so badly didn’t want to do this. But she had teammates to care for, too. If it was just her, she would have laid down her sword. She would rather Scar slay her than have to raise her weapon against Pearl.

But she wasn’t alone. They’d ended up on opposing sides, somehow—how—and it was the end of the line, now. The end of this sick fucking game.

Pearl raised her chin, a stoic goddess, but Gem didn’t miss the slight quiver of her bottom lip, even from so far away. “So maybe you should be over here.”

Tears sprung to Gem’s eyes, because if only it were that simple, if only, if only. It wasn’t, and they both knew it. This was a dance they were doing simply to delay the inevitable because fuck, it was inevitable, and it was horrible, and she just wanted to be back home. Home. It felt so far away now.

“Maybe you should be over here,” Gem said, her voice strained, her heart aching, wanting to throw everything away and fling herself into Pearl’s arms, and fuck it all.

But they couldn’t. They had to finish this. Finish it fighting. Finish it to the best of their ability, to appease the sick entities that had put them here. It was her first time in one of these death games, and after apologizing profusely for the sick fate that had brought her here, Grian had given her a rundown on how it all worked.

Gem had thought she’d understood the level of PTSD her friends had when they returned from these things. She hadn’t. But she thought she did now.

She gave it her all. And when Scar struck her down, the only other option having been her and Pearl crossing swords, she was glad for the small mercy.

She opened her eyes on Hermitcraft, gasping, ghosts of wounds still pulsing along every nerve ending in her body. Pearl’s cry of anguish as she’d fallen echoed in her mind, but it was okay, it was okay and there were only two of them left so she would be here soon too.

Gem wanted to curl up into a ball and cry, bury herself in blankets and safety and just ride it out, but she didn’t want Pearl to wake up alone. She didn’t want her to feel empty and abandoned and all of the nasty emotions that swelled despite knowing that none of them had a choice.

She picked herself up, head feeling heavy. Her antlers felt like home, but it was almost a foreign feeling. Her ears twitched, and she reached up to run her fingers over the soft fur, as if to reassure herself they were there.

Gem opted to walk to Pearl’s. It wasn’t far and she couldn’t handle flying at the moment with her mind reeling like this. Walking was safer, through the warm and welcoming woods she’d built with her own hands. Across the bridge carved from stone as a symbol of friendship between her and Impulse and Pearl.

She checked to see if he was home, but he wasn’t. He tended to spend time with Tango after these games, and she hoped that they were doing okay, that they were coping together.

Gem approached Pearl’s gorgeous landscape, the clopping of her hooves sounding like gunshots in the still air. She didn’t know how long it would be. Or who would be back first.

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As Gem’s body fell, lightning striking the ground where her bloodied form had been, Pearl’s heart shattered. It was the best she could have hoped for, she knew, she hadn’t wanted it to be her and Gem at the end, but it still wrenched her to see it.

She hadn’t wanted to win. And it was a sweet release when she plummeted towards the ground, leaving Scar the victor.

Guilt twisted her guts, because she knew it was selfish. ‘Winning’ wasn’t really winning. It was hell. Double Life had been the worst experience of any of them, and being the last alive had been a torturous curse.

Now it was Scar. Now he was condemned, and she was free, and she hoped that he would forgive her.

She opened her eyes and sat up in her bed, and it smelled like home and it was home and—

“Pearl,” Gem choked out, and her voice was so small and watery.

Pearl blinked a few times before her death-addled brain registered that the woman she loved was curled up at the end of her bed, knees against her chest, eyes brimming with tears, pale and shellshocked and in agony.

“Oh, Gem,” Pearl breathed, and pulled her close, Gem’s face into her chest, resting her cheek atop her fluffy orange hair, nuzzling against one of her soft ears, breathing in the scent of her.

Gem’s sobs wracked her body, and she clutched at Pearl like she was the only thing anchoring her to this earth. She released everything and Pearl held her, whispering soft noises of comfort, running her hands up and down her back.

The first time was the biggest shock to the system. Being the winner was harder, but the first time you didn’t know what to expect. It all came crashing down so hard after.

Pearl hurt, too, but she’d been around this block many a time. Nobody could ever get used to this, but she knew what it was like to have it worse than this. And it could have been so much worse. She could have had to fight Gem head on.

Her intrusive brain wondered what it would have been like if Gem had killed Scar. There had to be a winner, always, so Grian said. She didn’t know what the Secret Keeper would have done if they’d have refused to do it. If they’d have just decided to live in that war torn world together, forever, embracing instead of fighting.

Would they have been in for a worse fate? Had there been a time limit on the final task? Could they have smashed the fail button together, died together?

They would never know, now.

Eventually Gem’s violent sobs subsided into sniffles, and Pearl waited patiently for her to be ready to pull back, sitting up and wiping furiously at her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Gem hiccuped. “I came here to comfort you when you spawned, and—” Her words choked off.

“No, no,” Pearl cupped her cheeks in her hands, pressing their foreheads together. “You have nothing to be sorry for, sweet girl. I’m just so happy you’re here, that we’re both here.”

Gem nodded, lower lip still trembling. “You said it’s easier,” she said thickly, “to be on different teams…so we wouldn’t end up having to turn on each other if we made it to the end.”

Pearl swallowed hard.

“But nothing is really easier ever there, is it?” Gem whispered.

“No,” Pearl admitted. “We’re all just doing the best we can. Then we get out. Then we heal.”

Gem took a deep breath, looking up into her love’s eyes, her own big and round. “How do we do that?”

Pearl kissed her softly, taking in the brightness of her, the wholeness, the feeling that everything was okay in the world. “We live.”

[read on ao3]

[chiikinwing]

What if we stared into each other's eyes as we both turn yellow?

a doodle that i went just a bit,a smidge, overboard with the sapphic theme on.