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#cabin keeping #hermitshipping

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 2/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,386 Warnings: strong language

Summary: Turns out, you forgot Nepeta was stopping by. She’ll be able to help you sort through your feelings, though.

Author’s Note: Happy Christmas Eve I guess? What better is there to do than write fanfic lollll

#homestuck x reader #karkat x reader #po writes #karkat vantas x reader

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

#homestuck x reader #karkat x reader #po writes #karkat vantas x reader

I may want to take some requests for oneshots actually :]c refer to my shiplist to see if i can write a pairing you want ^^ request any other ship with caution, i may not write it or ill write it very poorly aha

#po rambles #hermitshipping

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(last updated: dec. 20 2023)

Refer to this before requesting something!

These are ships that I can/will write for :] This will expand as time goes on! these aren’t the only ships i like, i like just about any! these are just the ships with the characters i think i can mostly realistically write ^^

#cabin keeping #hermitshipping #trafficshipping

abblestars

grian loves to mess with his friends but i feel like if he ever made anyone genuinely upset he would burst into tears, apologize profusely, do everything he could to make it better, and then promptly set himself on fire

#po's picks #(idk why i get the feeling his first instinct would be to financially compensate them)

aflightlessraven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41157411

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“It’s silly,” he begins, shaking his head a little as if to dismiss the thought. His eyes are glued to the floor again.

“It doesn’t matter if it seems silly, Gri, whatever it is is clearly affecting you badly, and listen,” at this Mumbo leans closer, reaching out a tentative hand. His fingers grip Grian’s chin softly and he pushes gently upwards until the blue eyes meet his, looking up at him with an expression that he can’t quite place. “I care about you.” The eyes widen a little. “You’re important to me; so, so important, and when I told you that you could come to me at any time, I meant that.”

Or, Grian has a nightmare. Mumbo is there to comfort him.

#po's picks

aflightlessraven

Featherlight and warm

Grumbo fluff drabble

It had been a cold day. Outside, the snow had fallen uninhibited, blanketing the dreary world in a mantle of white that stretched as far as the eye could see. Since the sun had set, the cold day had slowly morphed into a cold afternoon and eventually drifted into a cold evening, marked by the waning rays of light that had offered little warmth. It was the kind of evening that warranted the warmth of the fire that crackled and burned pleasantly in the centre of the room, and the blanket that was draped across Mumbo’s lap.

He read slowly, the soft sound of the turning pages the only thing to permeate the quiet air around him. Every so often his gaze would drift away from the page and onto the figure of his lover, golden hair lit by the glow of the fire. Grian was sat on the carpet, close to the warmth, absorbed in preening his delicate feathers. Deft fingers moved decisively, straightening and smoothing, working their way across the downy appendages, unbothered by Mumbo’s gaze.

Fondly, he let his eyes linger, unable to stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Preening was intimate, and Mumbo once again felt a feeling of warmth spread through his chest at the mere fact that he was allowed to be here to witness something so beautiful and private. You feel safe, Grian had said once, like flock, and Mumbo’s heart had sung at the words.

In front of him, Grian carefully stretched out his wings, a sign that he had finished the task that he had been meticulously focused on. He turned to look at Mumbo, a soft chirp falling from his lips as his head tilted in a silent question. Mumbo quickly nodded his assent before putting his book to the side and moving from the sofa to sit down in front of Grian.

It did not take long before he felt the deft, gentle hands against the back of his head, smoothing their way through his hair. He let himself relax into the touch, eyes falling shut as Grian continued to work his fingers through the locks, chirping in quiet content.

He had been confused, the first time that Grian had broached the subject, quiet and unsure, mouth downturned in the way that Mumbo had come to learn meant that he was anxious about something. Afterwards, Grian told him that he had expected him to say no. As if he could ever say no to anything that Grian asked of him. Especially not something like this. He learnt about hybrid instincts after that; and he also learnt, that first time, that the soft intimacy of his lover’s hands, warm and gentle against his scalp, was one of his favourite feelings.

Later, Grian had explained that it was an instinctual thing; the preening of his own wings clouding his thoughts and telling him that Mumbo was flock, and flock preened each other. Silly, he had said, just my bird brain acting up again, but Mumbo hadn’t thought that it was silly at all.

It had quickly become a routine. Now, whenever Grian preened his wings around him, or let Mumbo preen them, he came to expect the question, one which no longer needed to be spoken or answered aloud for its familiarity.

Grian hummed quietly, signalling that he was done and pulling Mumbo from the thoughts that lingered fondly. Begrudgingly, he let his eyes flick back open.

“Thank you, love,” he said, voice low and soft, reserved only for Grian when he was like this, deep in his instincts.

A moment later he felt Grian press himself against his back, hands snaking delicately to wrap themselves around his midsection. With a final soft chirp, his lover pressed his face into the warmth of Mumbo’s neck, settling himself, causing the soft feeling in his chest to bloom forth once more.

Eventually, Grian’s breathing evened out, a tell tale sign that he had fallen asleep. Mumbo listened as the pulse against him thrummed a constant beat, slow and dependable. The flames of the fire danced on the dying embers, beautiful in their final encore.

In the silence, Mumbo found that he could no longer tell the heartbeat against him apart from his own.

Today’s prompt was ‘Grian likes playing with Mumbo’s hair since he can’t preen him’ and I ran with the concept a little.

I am very soft for this headcanon.

#po's picks

captain-writes

Jimmy bluescreens any time someone gives him affection. He loves it, but he’s just always surprised. He’ll cuddle other people, give them little kisses on the cheek or forehead, but the first time that other people do the same, be they rulers from Empires, EVO members, Hermits, he just freezes. Blinks a little. They melts into it like ice cream on a hot summer day.

Man is touch starved and craves other people’s affection. Loves getting little hand holds and smooches from Scott. Snuggles and tail hugs from Tango. Wing preens from either of them or Grian, who also will wrap Jimmy in his wings too.

Jimmy is soft for these people and his adorable reactions make them keep doing it because there’s nothing quite so satisfying as having Jimmy just melt into you and accept all affection gladly. He’s cute and they know it.

He may not think he’s cute, but he’s not going to tell them to stop giving him affection or compliments. Jimmy likes it too much to do that.

#Po’s picks

captain-writes

Listener!Jimmy fic concept

This came to me in a moment of inspiration. May end up writing more of it, but I’m not sure.

The moment that Jimmy’s head tilted as though listening to a sound from far away, Grian’s heart stopped. There was no sound. Still, Jimmy blinked as though captivated by some echo of music. A moment later, the blond seemed to snap out of it, smiling over at Tango and continuing on as though nothing had happened.

Grian wanted to believe that nothing had happened. That none of them were haunted anymore. Still, he feared the worst.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day that Tango’s panicked coms messages called out for Grian claiming that something was wrong with Jimmy, Grian felt as though his heart would shatter. Scar followed after him as the avian dropped everything and rushed over to the Ranch. As he moved, he barely typed out a message calling for a meeting of all the participants of the death game.

“Tango?” he called out, barely slowing his movement.

“Here, G. I don’t know what’s wrong, he won’t respond.” As he opened the door, Grian could see Tango was sat on the bed that the two rancher’s shared, holding an seemingly unconscious Jimmy up to his chest. Grian reached forward, moving Jimmy’s fringe away from his forehead. “What’s going on, Grian?”

“I think some old powers have come back into play. Can we get him outside?”

“We can try? He’s not heavy, he’s just big. It makes it hard to carry him on my own.”

“Alright. Well, between the both of us, let’s try.” Giving Tango a nod, Grian turned to his own soulmate, “Scar, can you keep the door open for us?”

“Of course. Is TJ going to be okay?”

“I hope so.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time they had gotten Jimmy outside, the rest of the server had gathered around. The sight of the man’s prone body collapsed across the laps of Tango and Grian caused a few players to shift uneasily or even begin to visibly fret. Martyn, BigB, and Pearl all seemed uncomfortable and worried by the sight, as did Scott and Joel.

“Grian, what’s happened?” Martyn asked, stepping closer.

“You haven’t heard anything weird lately, have you Martyn?”

Martyn blinked, “What?”

“Have you heard anything? Things you maybe shouldn’t be able to?”

BigB sucked in a breath, “Oh void, no. Grian, don’t tell us– Is it Them?”

“He was Listening to things on the wind. Things no one else could hear. I saw him do it. I didn’t know it was hurting him.”

Pearl came forward, reaching out to put her hand on Grian’s shoulder. “Oh G, this isn’t your fault. We’ll figure something out.”

“I didn’t hear anything. Nothing. Did They attack him directly?”

“Who the heck are ‘They’? No one else is supposed to be on this server? What happened to Jimmy?” Joel questioned, his tone demanding answers.

Grian looked down at where Jimmy’s head rested in Tango’s lap before staring Joel directly in the eyes, “What do any of you know about Watchers and Listeners?”

#Po’s picks

captain-writes

What if Mumbo got the tattoo while he was sleep deprived as a mooner? Just a thought

Mumbo absolutely got a tattoo while sleep deprived as a mooner. In fact, it was the redstone tattoo that inspired the new one. He and Grian were absolutely hallucinating by that point and, after being reminded of Mumbo's redstone tattoo, decided getting matching tattoos would be a good idea.

Grian was against the idea of a redstone tattoo though, both because he knew how much they supposedly hurt to get and because it "wouldn't fit him as a builder" so they decided to get something else.

They decided to get a block of TNT tattooed on each of them. For Grian's well known use of them and Mumbo's well known ability to make many different types of cannons for them.

#Po’s picks #(Oh this sounds so lovely)#(Tho I’m imagining both of them at a tattoo parlor squeezing the other’s hands from how painful the redstone tattoo is)#(it makes sense grian wouldn’t want them as a builder)

misswooch-deactivated20230712

BANGS

HEAD

AGAINST

KEYBOARD

I HATE WRITING I HATE WRITING SO MUCH /LH /J

The things i do for wet slop vampire mumbo...

#Po’s picks #(ohh!! I really like how this sounds I’d love to read it finished!!)

redstonedust

u know i think grian would avoid the 'worlds sluttiest absent father' allegations a lot more if he stopped labelling things his son before realising he is not equipped to deal with raising a giant robot and/or 5+ shulker babies /silly

#po's picks

Ren: No one say a word.

Grian:

Grian: Chobblesome.

Ren: Grian!

Grian: Oh, so "chobblesome" isn't a word when we're playing Scrabble, but it's suddenly a word now that it's convenient for you? I see how it is.

#po's picks

Oh! I would like to make a post just putting myself out there-

Hello :)) I’m new to writing hermitship fanfics and uh. fanfics in general,, sorta want to be friends w other writers sooo hi hello hope you like what i write i can offer you um. grumbo. lots of grumbo ideas are stewing. so uh. yeah hi hermitshipblr ^^

#po rambles #hermitshipping #grumbo #hermitcraft fanfic #(sorry to tag this but im tryina say hello <3)

valer13sval3ntine

i'd jus like to say for all the vampire mumbo aus, that if he came from the 1800's somewhere around then that he'd be flabbergasted by ankles, absolutely flibberdibbled. shocked even. The victorian grown man version of a wet cat can't begin to handle it, like, imagine that with grumbo.

#po's picks #(this is so true asdfjhs i might write about this)

❧ "I didn’t say goodnight”

Pairing: Mumbo/Grian (romantic) Word count: 1,256 Warnings: Includes what may be a panic attack, but I don’t know enough about them to say that with certainty. I think that qualifies as angst. Ask for more warnings if necessary

Summary: Mumbo is working late, and Grian is getting just a bit lonely, but it seems there’s a little more to the puzzle than that.

Author’s note: The first fic of mine I’ve ever posted! umm critical feedback may be ignored bc im just doing this for fun but I’ll consider it ^^ Pointing out typos is always appreciated! The pair is in an established relationship and live together. Please enjoy :)

#hermitshipping #grumbo #grian x mumbo #panic attack #angst #hermitcraft fanfic #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #po writes

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