#poly!mcyt

[ikachap]

Cleo is real now woah yippee haha woo!!! Bonus mini gif :]

[dukeofash]

Since "Act 1" of Balloon SMP just ended, I feel like its a good time to share the Minecraft propaganda posters I made for @sophiebaybey and @padabana

a little behind the scenes below

some of the untextured pieces of the posed models lmao

[schlattsdoll]

How would poly!tedschlatt react to reader being especially bratty 🙏

minors dni

WE'RE SO BACK BOYS

ok, so, schlatt (as a fellow brat), is kinda okay with it. he'll punish you but overall he just knows you're trying to get a rise out of him.

schlatt's favorite punishment is probably edging or spankings but like with a belt.

ted, however, is a BRAT TAMER hardcore. he'll let you have your fun at first, but once you get too bratty for his liking, he's putting you in your place.

says things like "oh, sweetheart... you keep running that pretty little mouth of yours, let's put it to better use huh?"

when you're bratty to BOTH of them? RIP to you babes.

you wind up in one of their beds, legs spread with a vibrator tied to you while they have fun watching you become an overstimulated mess.

"wanted to be a fuckin' brat, couldn't wait f'us to finish filming doll? don't worry, we're gonna make damn sure you're fuckin' screaming for us."

[lavaramen]

1st thing I made actually, Grumbot!

[airyal245]

Desert Duo made 66 on Ao3's top ships this year!!! Congrats to those of us who never left the desert

Edit: Mumscarian making it in the top 100 poly ships!!

[willow505breaker]

Did someone say team ZITS?

Sketch plus more under the cut

Just some doodles of my favorite quartet.

This took me embarrassingly long to finish due to problems with a multitude of things. Its not all fixed yet but im glad I was able to finish this up and get it posted.

[mcytshipsandmore]

Polyamorous Jizzie has my heart.

Just Joel hyping up his wife as she goes off to kiss dangerous women (Cleo and Pearl)

And Lizze doing the same with Joel and his quest to collect all of the most pathetic men to make his boyfriends (Jimmy, Etho and who ever else)

Husbands and wives support eachother in every aspect of their marriage. To Joel and Lizzie, that means that they are each other's wingman when it comes to romancing other partners

-🍫

[terezicaptor]

gonna be honest I'm not super into polyam morning crew as a ship but I've been having posts about them pop up on my tumblr dash for ages, which led to a very specific tubbo/pac/fit scene living in my head rent free for 2 weeks, and I saw your recent comic today (it's perfect that's literally tubbo he's so clueless) and that's what got me to finally write it out and post it

anyway hope this doesn't come off as annoying self promo feel free to ignore but since you're technically the one who got me to write this I figured you deserved to see it. polyam morning crew be upon ye :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/53375758

^link to fic

THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING HOLY SHIT??? ANON IDC YOU CAN SELF PROMO ALL YOU WANT IN MY INBOX IF IT KEEPS GETTING YOU TO WRITE AMAZING SHIT LIKE THAT

It's so so perfectly in character and it's so soft and good and it's perfectly done morning crew dynamic oh my godddd. Like brooo. Anon I love you /p

Everyone PLEASE read this rn I love it sososi much

I. Oh my god?? Holy shit

I have no clue how to express how much i love this. Your writing style your characterization the plot in general. Mwah

Immediately knew I had to download it so I never lost it the second I read the summary

Everyone read this pleeeasssseeee

[strifesolution]

10, but with mcyt that is not yogs or hc 👀

HIDE/SEEK - tart, MonochromeMenace

There’s something about the way you make me so afraid; no time to be ashamed, I’m dying for a taste.

anon you almost (ALMOST!!) gave me a run for my money there!!! i had to get creative. this one’s just a bit awkward because we haven’t really posted about them…. But, here, me and @irished-lads’ 5r6c!phil and his down bad taste for people who could kill him on the spot.

[ikachap]

CUBFAN!!! I'm honestly really jazzed with how this one turned out :]

[kiquebi]

I present to you my very first fic ever!!! ~1.7k words brought to you by my Kww obsession…

Sorry in advance if I didn’t do their characters justice please don’t burn me at the stake. 🙏

Shipping ahead, proceed with caution now.

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Wifies knows he’s not in the factory anymore.

He’s very aware of that fact; he’s made aware of that fact every day he wakes up in a soft bed and hears Wato in the kitchen, a warm spot on his left and Ken curled up on his right. He’s grateful for them, they’re the reason he’s still here after all, but he can’t shake the feeling of wrongness every time he gets up and sees his own face.

Today, Wifies awakes to a sunbeam to his face and Ken’s ears tickling his nose. Like usual, Wato’s side of the bed is empty but the leftover heat tells him that they haven’t left for long. He moves to untangle himself from Ken, making sure to be extremely careful about his tail. Wifies had accidentally squished it while getting up once and Ken’s resulting yowl and scratches were something he’d rather not experience again. Ken whines at the loss of warmth, but he quiets down again once Wifies wedges his pillow between Ken’s arms with a fond smile.

He drags himself into the bathroom, taming his hair on the way, and stops in his tracks. In front of him stood the mirror, and Wifies felt himself standing up straighter. He had never seen a mirror until he left the factory, there was no need for them in the escape rooms after all, but despite having easy access to one now, he never fails to stop and stare, and now is no exception.

When he peers into the glass, all he sees is him. No, he sees them. In the mirror, he sees the face of his creator, the original Wifies, the real Wifies, the person who had mocked him to his face and told him his destiny was no more than to become mere parts. It’s the same face of those soulless clones he had seen trapped in a glass cage, aimlessly solving puzzle after puzzle and then ground up into scrap metal. It was through those clones that Wifies first became aware of what his face looked like, and it was moments later that he learned that the face he had was not his.

It makes him sick. There’s a knot in his stomach that gets tighter and tighter the more he looks at himself, the more he drinks himself in. Wifies takes a step towards the mirror.

He slowly brings his hands up to his face and traces his brows, bringing them lower as he trails his fingers around his eyes. They’re dark, not quite the color of the hungry void, but yearning for something nevertheless.

“Like crying obsidian” Wato had once said. “But we’ll make sure the tears won’t have good reason to come, yeah?”. Wifies doesn’t have it in his heart to tell Wato that he’s incapable of tears, though he treasures the sentiment with all he has.

He moves on lower, going down the slope of his nose, tracing back up his jaw, and he has to give credit where credit is due. The original Wifies was attractive, he had to give him that. There’s not a single flaw, no crookedness to his nose, no slanted jawline and Wifies drags his nails down his cheeks. His synthetic skin doesn’t welt and all Wifies feels is a dull ache. He hates it. Wifies knows this face of his would never change no matter how many times he does this but-

It feels wrong. This unblemished, symmetrical face of his feels wrong, wrong, wrong. It easily could have been one of those other Wifies Ken had saved. It easily could have been his creator who had won. Why was it him that lucked out? He’s not anything better than them, he had just been lucky. His survival was based solely on the RNG that Wato had so often complained about escape map designers relying so often on. After all, no matter who made it out of that factory, they’ll all look the very same in the end, would they not?

Wifies jolts. He slowly moves his hands away from his face and back to his sides. ‘No’, he decides, ‘none of that today’. Ken and Wato had spent so much time reassuring him of his newfound freedom and he would not throw away their combined efforts today. However, his eyes still advert themselves from the mirror and Wifies tries to bury the spark of disappointment he feels at that.

As he moves to tie his signature headband around his head though, he notices a pencil on the rack next to him. He recognizes it: it’s an eyeliner pencil, a brand that Ken swore by.

“Makes your liner sharp enough to cut a bitch” was what he said at the time.

Wifies’ eyes quickly dart around the bathroom as if he expects something to jump him, but after a moment, his hand reaches out. He picks up the pencil and with shaking hands, brings it right under his left eye. Wifies steels himself and looks into the mirror again, this time leaning in to leave a splotch of pigment at the corner of his eye, where a tear would appear if he had been capable of shedding one. A stain on the perfect canvas that was his face. He puts the pencil back down, takes a step back, and stares.

One tick. Two ticks.

Wifies doesn’t know how long he stood there staring at his reflection, but that knot in his stomach loosens just a little. In the mirror, he sees neither his creator nor the trapped clones. The person in front of him no longer had the same face he had seen hundreds of in his dreams. He looks like Wifies, Ken’s Wifies.

He hears a breathy laugh and seconds later, he realizes that it’s coming from him. It’s silly really. All he’s done is draw a dot on his face and suddenly the sinking feeling in his stomach is gone. It’s not logical in any way, but it’s still the reason for the stupid smile he sees in his reflection.

“Wifies? Are you alright in there? I’m coming in okay?” Ken’s voice drifts through the door.

He turns around and a moment later, Ken’s head peaks into the bathroom. “What are you up to today? You don’t usually-” his eyes scan Wifies’ face and zero in on the artificial mole he’s given himself.

“Oh”. Ken’s eyes soften in a way that never fails to make Wifies want to follow him anywhere, like the first time he led him off the winner’s podium, walking above the literal void. Ken walks up to him, flips him back around to face the mirror, and wraps his arms around Wifies. He rests his face on his shoulder, and oh, Wifies has never felt quite like this before.

“So, any plans for the day handsome?” Ken asks, tail wrapping around their legs.

“You think I’m handsome?” Wifies blurts.

“…..Wifies my hands are about to go under your shirt right now”. A tick. Wifies’ eyes move down the mirror to see that yes, Ken’s hands had indeed snaked down to the bottom of his shirt. His eyes dart back up and he’s met with his own bewildered face.

Another tick. “Yes, I think you look really good right now Wifies” Ken sighs, an exasperated look on his face. Ken’s hands move back up to Wifies midsection and he pulls Wifies closer. “It suits you” Ken murmurs.

They stay like that for a few moments and then Ken perks up, raising his head from Wifies’ shoulder. He turns his head to the door and Wifies follows suit. A second later, Wato’s figure emerges from behind the corner, and upon seeing them, their tail begins to idly wag behind them.

“I was wondering why no one was coming down for breakfast. Are we doing hugs in the bathroom now?” They ask head tilted to the side, and Wifies starts to make grabby hands at them, coaxing Wato closer.

They oblige, and Ken scoots over to let Wato in on the embrace. Wifies looks in the mirror again and he sees the three of them pressed close together, their limbs barely fitting into the frame. Ken on his right, Wato on his left, and himself in the middle. It’s a beautiful picture they paint, and Wifies decides that he likes seeing them together like this. Wato peers into the glass as well. They smile and there’s a tender mirth in their voice as they say “Heh, Wifies sandwich”.

There’s a fluttering feeling in his chest, but Wifies ignores it so that he can shove Wato’s face out of frame. He can hear Ken snickering at their antics, and Wifies ignores that too. He can feel his ears heating up.

“Wato, look at Wifies and agree with me that he’s handsome”.

Wato indulges him, and their eyes go half-lidded as they lean closer to the mole Wifies drew below his eye. “Hey handsome”, their hand gently intertwines with one of his, and- “did you know they say that moles are where your past lovers kissed you most?”. They press a kiss right on the mark, and Wifies is gone.

Ken barks a laugh, leisurely pressing a kiss onto the back of Wifies' neck. “Should we add one here too then?”, he questions as he continues to trail kisses up to his jaw. Wifies’ head feels muddled, as if Wato and Ken had stuffed his brain full of cotton from their words alone.

His knees feel weak, his eyes are glued to his reflection, and he tries moving his mouth but nothing comes out. The Wifies in the mirror looks like a goldfish. Wifies tears his eyes away and groans into his remaining hand, the one that Wato hadn’t taken hostage. His face feels hot, and he’s probably as red as an apple right about now.

Both Ken and Wato break into giggles and Ken takes Wifies’ hand off his face, entangling it in his. He has nowhere to run now, and both his hands are in the hands of two menaces who want him dead.

Thankfully, Wato seems to be in a merciful mood today. “Alright, alright, let’s get some food for you two, it’s already noon.” Ken decides that food was worth a pause in embarrassing Wifies, and begins to drag him out of the bathroom. They head towards the stairs, and both his hands are still being held. His hands are warm and his heart feels fuzzy, and yeah, Wifies thinks he can get used to this.

[schlattsdoll]

A request... Let's see, maybe poly!tedschlatt trying double penetration for the first time with their girlfriend? I have had thoughts of poly!tedschlatt for days now

not me getting to this a month later

minors dni

fem! reader

when you approached your boys with that idea, they were ecstatic (maybe more schlatt than ted) to try something new with you. that night they were oh so very doting to you, making sure you were actually ready to try that.

"juuust like that sweetheart, wanna make sure you're all ready f' us..." ted smirked as he played with you, warming you up. you were in his lap, his fingers exploring your cunt while jay was on his stomach in front of you two, slowly licking a stripe from hole to hole, adding his own fingers occasionally. "fuck doll, you taste so sweet..."

when they decide you're ready, ted takes your pussy while schlatt takes your ass (hes been waiting for this moment.). they lose their fucking mind when they realized they can feel each other. "s'much better than takin' her to paris huh teddy?"

[thechanglingchronicles]

I actually need more mcyt Hanahaki

[soapier]

when it rains, it pours *ੈ✩‧₊˚ jschlatt, ted nivison

001. welcome back, slut!

connie, ted, and schlatt have been friends and roommates for a majority of college, seeing eachother through so many important experiences. but when connie comes home from summer break without a boyfriend, the first time since the three have met, house dynamics suddenly shift.

constance mcmahon

with a sigh, connie set down her suitcase and began fishing around her bag for her housekeys.

if i lost them this summer, i swear to god...

a-ha!

triumphant, she unlocked the front door, dragging her belongings behind.

it seems like ted and schlatt kept the house in decent shape over the summer, having elected to both stay for on-campus internships, while connie decided to take one closer to home and stay with her parents.

"hello?" she called out, not bothering to grab her phone and check findmyfriends.

"connie!" she saw ted come into the living room, giving her a hug to welcome her back.

"hi, ted," connie returned, tucking a piece of dark hair behind her ear as he released her from his grasp. "is schlatt home?"

"nah, he's picking up some pizza we ordered," ted answered, before continuing, "i thought you were coming back tomorrow? if we knew you were gonna be here tonight, we'd have ordered more."

"what, so now you're calling me fat?" connie laughed, to ted's panic.

"no no no of course not i—" "ted i'm joking, christ!"

she watched as relief soften his features.

"do you need help bringing anything else in?"

"no, this is it, but thanks, man," connie flashed him a smile before hauling everything upstairs to her room.

it was a mess, just as she'd left it. internally cursing herself, connie threw her hair up into a ponytail, beginning the (what would likely be grueling) process of organizing and putting everything from the summer away.

ੈ✩‧₊˚

half an hour later, connie heard the slam of the front door, signaling schlatt's arrival. having made decent progress on her room, she paused her music and went downstairs, though whether it was to greet her roommate or beg for a slice of pizza, even she didn't know.

"schlatt!" she grinned, hugging his side as he balanced a large pizza in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

"whoa! watch it, bitch," he squacked, his balancing act in jeopardy from the force of her greeting. he set his haul on the counter and called to ted for dinner.

with the most exaggerated puppy-dog eyes she could muster, connie began to beg for dinner. "pleaaase, schlatt? i'm your favorite roommate!" ted protested this, as schlatt used one hand to gently push her away, "you're lucky you're cute."

"i know!" she grinned, taking the paper plate he handed her and taking a place on the sofa.

her roommates soon joined her, and they began to, as connie called it, "debrief" their summers.

ted and schlatt's were both rather uneventful, mostly containing work stories, drinking, and lake days. mustering up every bit of courage and resolution she could find, connie finally broke the news that had been weighing on her for the past month.

"so..." she started, as the boys leaned in, "at the end of july... alex and i broke up."

the house was silent for a moment, before ted and schlatt simultaneously jumped up and began celebrating.

"we hated that fuckin' guy!" schlatt announced. "yeah, he was kind of a hick, and no good for you, he sucked!" added ted.

"wow, um, okay," connie put her hands up, almost in a surrender stance. "tell me how you really feel, then,”

"c'mon, cons, you can't tell me you're upset about that breakup. he's an asshole! i'm glad he's gone," ted sat back down beside her, a comforting hand on her arm. schlatt followed suit, sitting in the armchair by the couch.

"well," she watched as he reached into the brown paper bag that had made it into the living room with them. "i think that calls for a drink."

he pulled out his typical whiskey, some tequila for ted, and finally presented connie with her beloved seven-dollar wine.

"oh, schlatt, you're too kind," she feigned the utmost gratitute for her gift.

"yeah, yeah, ted told me you came home early, and i was stoppin' anyway, now i'm out seven bucks." he looked to her, grasping the neck of the bottle. "well? drink, bitch," he mimed pushing the wine up, and connie did just that, taking a few sips straight from the bottle.

"thanks, man. i do really appreciate it." she sent him a grin, readjusting to have her legs across ted's lap on the couch. "anyway, i'm not quite heartbroken." with another sip, she continued, "all i can really say is, alex is no longer my first and only."

this came with mild applause from her friends. connie had been notoriously loyal to her bum of a boyfriend for the past four years, despite the fact that he was often... not quite as dedicated, to put it nicely. he also would never believe connie when she said that there was nothing going on between her and whichever roommate he chose to demonize on that particular visit, even though she is largely too-innocent for her age. or, at least she was.

"boys, i have learned of the hellscape that is tinder, and there is no going back for me." she grinned, following her statement with yet another sip.

laughing a little, ted asked whether she was enjoying the post-breakup hoe phase.

"hoe phase? nah, hoe life. i been goin' through—“

"okay and with a quick change of topic," ted cut her off, likely not wanting to hear the gory details, "what do you guys think of having a party on friday? a little back to school function? most people should be around by then."

"why? so we can celebrate constance's glorious return?" schlatt asked, "what a great theme; welcome back, slut!"

connie knew he was joking, but still argued back, trying to defend herself, "and how many girls did you have over last semester, jared?"

"don't fuckin' call me that!"

"guys, guys, party? friday? yes or no?" desperate to start planning, ted attempted to re-focus the group.

"yeah, i'm game, i'll start texting people when i'm done getting moved in," connie began wracking her brain for a list of who to invite, knowing that ted likely wanted a packed house to celebrate the end of summer.

"sure, i don't care," nonchalant as ever, schlatt began picking up the remnants of dinner.

"great!" ted rubbed his hands together, clearly eager to start planning. "we're gonna start this semester off right."