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smallish reminder that I do indeed write fanfiction lollll

Dating a vampire was not exactly like Grian had expected. He honestly thought it would have been sexier - not that Mumbo wasn’t sexy, of course - but Grian had kind of assumed that their relationship would always be sparkling with heated gazes, tongues running along lips, and the tantalizing exhilaration of twin fangs pressed delicately against Grian’s neck.

Mumbo was much softer and awkward than all the dark and dirty vampiric romance novels Grian had read. Mumbo always had some sort of poem or song that reminded him of Grian, millions of recipes that he knew Grian would love, and a beautiful garden in which he picked special bouquets everyday for Grian. Dating a vampire was nothing like Grian could have imagined - it was much, much better.

Of course, there were times that dating a vampire was not like Grian had expected because of reasons he never could have predicted. But this wasn’t always bad, and Grian wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Or

Five times that dating a vampire isn't what Grian expects, and the one time it is.

here we go againnnnn - not as long as some others and a different attempt at formatting, but yeahhh I make myself laugh and that's what matters :D

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Aw thank you so much! I'm happy to hear you enjoyed it :D

as for the wings ... it was partially looking up the meanings of certain birds and their personalities and partially just trying to pick a bird with wings that I thought matched the character's personality / color vibes (Impulse, for example, I just picked a purple bird lol).

we back 

very inspired by @nonnywritesfic​

Jimmy has a hard time remembering things.

He knows he wasn’t always this small. He knows he wasn’t always in a cage. He knows he used to have a family.

But specifics are harder to come by, and they seem to fade with every day that Jimmy spends trapped. He tries to remember what the sky looked like. He knows it was blue, but he’s not sure he knows which color is blue. There’s not much more down here in the mines than the greys of the rocks around him and the red of his miner’s torch.

Jimmy lets out a small chirp.

He used to be louder, nosier, but he can’t muster the energy anymore. It’s too cold and dark and damp down here, and there's been this strange smell that hurts Jimmy’s head and makes it hard for him to see straight.

He watches as his miner digs into stone. His miner mutters and swears as he works. He’s never seemed to be content with anything.

As the miner continues to fiddle around, Jimmy’s headache becomes more pronounced. He lets out another soft chirp, sagging against the metal bars of his cage. He feels the tension leaving his body as he goes limp. He tries to stay upright, but something saps at his energy. He loses his grip on his perch and falls down to the bottom of his cage.

Pain bursts out along his wing, but he can hardly process it. He stares up at the cave roof, not really focusing on anything. The smell has gotten more intense, and it’s making Jimmy’s head spin.

His eyesight begins to go fuzzy. He tries to turn his head, to let out some sort of warning for his miner, but there’s something that feels too heavy and constricting on his lungs and he can’t make a sound.

When he focuses back up at the ceiling, he thinks he can vaguely remember what it’s like to see blue. He can feel the wind in his wings and the he can smell fresh air. He feels like he’s flying - soaring once more, without the restriction of his cage and the suffocating closeness of the cavern walls.

He’s flying, and everything goes dark. 

i’m interested in joining, but i want to make sure i can actually commit to making something in time, along with irl responsibilities.

Awesome news, I will be hosting the SMP Shipper Bang! The sign-ups will open on December 15, 2022 and the prompt is ...

Soulmates!

The soulmate concept can be used in any way by the author as long as it's a main theme throughout the fic. Any non-RPF MCYT ship is allowed. Please refer to this doc for important information on the sign-ups / expectations / schedule for this event! The schedule alone can be viewed here. 

I’m really excited for the event and I encourage everyone to follow @smp-shippers-bangevents or join the SMP Shipper Discord Server for up-to-date news or reminders. 

Scott loved Jimmy, and he loved living together. For the most part, it was incredibly domestic. There was, however, one thing that really bothered Scott.

Jimmy left his messes everywhere. He wasn’t messy in the usual sense - he always made sure to wash his dishes and clean up after himself when he cooked or baked. The real issues came with Jimmy’s feathers.

Jimmy shed his feathers all the time. It had never been so bad before, even when Scott would preen Jimmy’s wings. He had no idea why he was suddenly finding small, yellow feathers in every nook and cranny. He’d flip over a pillow on the couch and reveal one or two, or he’d move a blanket and a few would flutter out, or - on one occasion - he would open the pantry and find a damn feather next to the bread. Scott could live with the feathers scattered around the house, but the ones in their bedroom were becoming particularly annoying. There were tons of feathers in their bed at every given moment.

It was really starting to get on Scott's nerves.

or

I decided to start up Discord server with LOTS of help from @nonnywritesfic and @raven-likes-grumbo for non-RPF MCYT shippers (mostly focusing on Hermitcraft, Empires, Life Series, and Rat SMP fandoms rn) - anyone is welcome to join :D 

Hey all! I’m considering hosting a Bang / Reverse Bang for the non-RPF shippers of the MCYT fandom and would love to know if anyone is interested :)

In case you’re not familiar with what a Bang / Reverse Bang is, here is a brief description: 

Bangs are events where authors are given a prompt and a timeline to write a fic. The prompt can be vague or specific. Artists choose a fic based off of a description of the fic and create art for the it under the same timeline (can be as little as one piece to larger projects with multiple pieces). Reverse-Bangs follow the same concept, but it begins with artists creating pieces of art and writers choosing art to write a fic about.  

Mumbo hadn’t had many friends growing up. He’d always been a sort of too-tall, awkward character that the other kids teased or avoided overall.

And he’d been fine with this, really. He didn’t need friends - he had redstone. So what if he spent his weekends tinkering on his projects while the neighboring kids played? So what if he was always the last picked for teams, or never invited to any birthday parties? It didn’t bother him.

And then he met Grian.

Grian had forced himself into Mumbo’s life - he’d taken one look at Mumbo’s sad, lonely existence and had decided that Mumbo needed someone.

(He wasn’t wrong.)

Grian easily became Mumbo’s best friend, his closest confidant. He was the one to encourage Mumbo to go to Hermitcraft after X had invited him (a pity invite, in Mumbo’s opinion). He was the one to comfort Mumbo when Mumbo broke down - a mess of imposter syndrome when he saw just how amazing the other Hermits were. He was the one to answer Mumbo’s late-night texts, when he was too anxious, too keyed up to go to bed.

Mumbo cared for Grian more than he had cared for anyone else - he loved him, even, and that’s why it hurt so much when Grian disappeared.

He’d been distant since starting Evo - a product of the difficulties in comm connection with Grian’s glitched world - and he’d been responding less and less until he stopped replying completely.

Mumbo had tried not to take it to heart, he knew Grian was busy as an Admin, and he didn’t want to be selfish for trying to take up more of Grian’s attention. He had thought that Grian would eventually reach out again.

Only, he didn’t.

Mumbo first realized that Evo had ended when he came across two of the players he’d known vaguely from Grian’s applicant list - SolidarityGaming and InTheLittleWood. He’d seen them in the Hub and had run over to ask about Evo.

“You’re back!” He’d said. “You’re from Evo, right? I knew someone there, is it over?”

“Oh, yeah.” InTheLittleWood had scoffed. “It’s way over.”

He’d turned to his companion, and Mumbo had stammered out a thanks before stumbling away, torn to the core.

Evo had ended, but he’d heard nothing from Grian. That was as good a sign as any. Grian didn’t want to be friends with Mumbo anymore.

The first few days - weeks - months - after the rejection were really, really tough, and in truth, Mumbo never really got over the devastation of losing his best friend. He wondered when it’d gone wrong - when he said something, crossed some unknown boundary, and had chased Grian away.

What had been the last straw? What had been so inherently bad about Mumbo that Grian didn’t bother to tell him why they weren’t friends anymore?

He tried to push back those twisting, burning feelings. He was able to compartmentalize for the most part, and he’d been doing fairly well, actually.

Until Grian showed up on Hermitcraft - an invite of Scar’s.

(Scar hadn’t been around in Season 2, when Mumbo had gone through the breakup of sorts, so he hadn’t known about Mumbo’s past with Grian. Mumbo knew that Scar was one of the sweetest souls ever and he would never try to hurt Mumbo on purpose - but Mumbo couldn’t help but feel betrayed that one of his closest friends had invited Grian back.)

Apparently, Grian’s admittance was a last-minute deal, and Xisuma only had time to briefly introduce Grian before the server started. He let everyone know that if they had any sort of reservations, they could always come to him privately, and Grian would be denied. Grian nodded along with what Xisuma said, looking completely genuine.

Mumbo wondered if he should say something, but then Grian smiled at them - and it was the same sort of smile that Mumbo had ached for in these past years - and Mumbo caved.

He couldn’t deny Grian entrance to Hermitcraft just because he was bitter about the past. Grian was an amazing builder, and he deserved to be there just as much as Mumbo (actually, probably more so).

Mumbo could live with them being on the same server, all he had to do was avoid Grian to best of his ability.

How hard could it be?