#g with poultry man

[lee-quiche]

Sleep at Boatem! 💤🌕

[mcwhytubers]

we installed the more mob heads data pack on a server we play on and the first thing our grian did was kill cod until he got a cod head and he refuses to take it off. the second thing he did was kill chickens until he got a chicken head

[neroushalvaus]

Tumblr in the 60s – Part 2

Part 1 / Deleted Scenes

💁🏼‍♀️brigittebardots Follow

anyone want to get fake married so i can get the pill to slut around

💋 marrymetwiggy Follow

Just say you have painful monthlies, I heard it works if you have a nice doctor!

💫 treatmetendermaureen Follow

Remember you still should use the sheet whenever possible. Stay safe ♡

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i think there's something wrong with me, i'm just so sleepy all the time, it's not fair

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That's because you spend all your nights listening to radio luxembourg

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i heard nothing last night so i built an antenna out of poultry net, iron wire and bits of tin. i cut my fingers and our family chickens ran away

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A small price to pay for some music.

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the antenna fell apart before the german guy stopped talking

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🗣 ilovejohnlennon-deactivated19660729

me: chilling

my brain: if you were shot and weren't sure whether you'd live or die should you call the cops to make sure your murderer gets caught or call the ambulance to increase your chance of survival

me: what

🗣 elviskneesofficial-deactivated19631119

There should be a number that'd reach both of those

🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

That number already exists. It's been used in my city for like a two decades.

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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

Fuck you I'm British.

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Oh my G, this post from -62 sounds so prophetic now that they're trying to make the 911 thing catch on, where's that jagger meme

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🕺 elvisherselvis Follow

This is literally not gift of prophecy. I told you back when this post was first made that this number has already existed in UK for years. It was obviously going to spread elsewhere, even US was bound to catch on at some point.

🏆 petebest-or-bust Follow

you are still here?? keeping an eye on this post??

💋 marrymetwiggy Follow

you're so grumpy @elvisherselvis maybe you should phone the emergency number and get a wahhh-mbulance

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my date: Oh I listen to folk as well!

me: That's so cool! Who are your favourites?

my date: I'm sooo into Bob Dylan.

me:

my date: Is everything okay?

me, stuffing jelly babies into my purse: I have to go, like, right now, immediately, sorry

#it's okay if you liked dylan before he became the judas he is #but you can't call yourself a folk fan if you still support him #ugghh i hate him #electric guitar using lil bitch #sigh #jelly baby meme #bob dylan critical // #anti bob dylan // #bob dylan hate //

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Cock and balls, I'm watching this previously banned american film where an american man is trying to fuck a soviet spy (played by famously very russian Greta Garbo) by offering her champagne and he is like "have you never had champagne?" and Greta is like "never 🥺 only goat's milk and a ration of vodka in the army" and the tv screen freezed and was like "ERROR!! CHAMPAGNE HAS BEEN SERVED IN SOVIET UNION SINCE 1936" I'm 😂😂😂

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You Americans will say anything to make Soviet stuff look silly

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Where do you think I am watching soviet tv from?? Or did I miss the memo where americans have the monopoly on joking about their own damn country??

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"In future there will be telephones you can take with you anywhere" I can't even fucking listen to Radio Luxembourg without building a goddamn satellite, sending it to space, reciting spells and prayers, and sticking the radio out of the window at 2am EET. And even then it needs to be snowing for it to work because the radio wave fairies like snow or some shit

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preach

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[hopepetal]

Hi I heard about the slightest possibility of Boatem buttercups and just decided to write a tiny thing with it. Short bc I don't have the time or wrist health to write more but I love them ok

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“I still think the dye was a little much,” Pearl commented as she wove flowers together with a masterful hand, “I mean, you're just stealing Jimmy's aesthetic at this point, aren't you?”

Grian huffed softly, rolling his eyes. “I'm showing team spirit, Pearl. And besides, you did...” He gestured toward her wings– feathered and shining a harvest gold. “...whatever that is, to your wings! That's way more than I did!”

“Should I have dyed my hair?” Mumbo asked, glancing up at the two siblings. “I mean, if you two are, well, so spirity...”

Impulse shrugged. “I already have yellow on me, so I think I'm good.”

Scar looked up from where he was helping Mumbo weave his own flower crown. “Well, I think you both look amayzin'. Just like real buttercups! Though Pearl, I'd love to know what sort of illusion magic you used for the whole look.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he beamed. “I'm a curious man, you know!”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “A lady never reveals her secrets.”

“That's just unfair,” Grian muttered, “why do you get to keep secrets?”

Impulse smirked. “I think the better question is, why can't you?”

Grian shot him a glare. “I keep more secrets than you know!”

“Sure thing, poultry man.”

Grian squawked, and the rest of the Boatem Buttercups burst out laughing. “That's unfair, I've only told you four!”

Pearl set down her flower crown, raising her eyebrow. “After half of us found out on our own?”

Grian grumbled, going back to working on his flower crown. “You're all so mean to me.”

Scar laughed, reaching out and patting Grian's shoulder. “Aww, G, we don't mean it. I didn't know you were poultry man!”

Mumbo gave him a quizzical look. “Weren't you the first person–?”

“Nope!” Scar interrupted cheerfully. “Oh, Mumbo, you want to do it like this–” He went back to helping Mumbo with his flower crown.

Pearl hummed softly as she continued to make her crown, giving pointers when asked. Finally, upon finishing, she placed it on Impulse's head with a smile. “There ya go!”

Impulse chuckled, and gave Pearl the crown he'd been working on. “Just in time, apparently.”

Grian placed his flower crown on Mumbo's head, and Scar placed his on Grian. Finally finishing with his own crown, Mumbo gently set the crown he made on Scar's head.

“Perfect! Now we're all really the buttercups,” Grian declared.

[tang0w0tek]

me, seeing mcc was today: oh I completely forgot!!

me, deciding which pov to watch literally 30 mins before it began: hhhhelp

me choosing joel’s pov: nice

me switching to fwhip’s pov: wait they’re on the same team why did I switch povs

me switching to jimmy’s pov: wait aimsey and phil and blushi are here too let’s gooo

me watching: w h a t i s h a p p e n i n g

me watching dodgebolt: LMAO any pov I watched would have been a dodgebolt pov

me at the end: LIME LLAMAS CURSE BROKEN?? NOT CLICKBAIT???

me at the very end: wait why is jimmy suddenly poultry man

other reactions:

- oh hey tom- WAIT THAT’S TUBBO

- me looking at mcc live site: TOMMY’S NOT EVEN IN THIS MCC WHAT

- ranboo: everyone just punch that’s it only fists || yellow yaks team: ok || jimmy five seconds later: nope

- aimsey and jimmy duo is april duo or stair duo and phil and jimmy duo is bird duo, bird boys, or death bird duo (this is according to jimmy’s live chat for mcc scuffed 4/1/23)

[thatcartoonnetworkblog]

Cartoon Network Friday Spotlight: Cow and Chicken- “The Ballad of Cow and Chicken”

Cow and Chicken feels kind of slight in Cartoon Network’s history. The show doesn’t get brought up as often as its contemporaries, didn’t get as many merchandise options as Dexter’s Lab or The Powerpuff Girls and doesn’t incite the fervor that Ed, Edd n’ Eddy or Courage do. I constantly see people who were missed that period of CN eat up those four shows, but skip C&C. Maybe it’s because I was the right age to eat the show up, but I do think that it’s underrated and worth a little more attention than it receives. The show was a part of the peak Powerhouse era for the channel, staying a regular on the lineup right before the fabled City era, and was arguably their first follow-up hit to Dexter’s, given that Johnny Bravo had to be retooled and take a year off before it got a second season.

I’ll admit that I prefer the other shows mentioned above, but Cow and Chicken definitely has its charms, taking its wild sense of humor and style and helping to prove that the Cartoon Cartoons could be more than just the UPA/early Hanna-Barbera inspired shows that enticed older viewers. And some of those older viewers liked Cow and Chicken too, noticing how similar its humor and spirit is to Ren & Stimpy, in some cases (IMO) even surpassing it.

In this, the last segment, the kid’s Teacher is singing a country song to a (not very) enamored audience with Flem and Earl accompanying them, in which our favorite bovine and poultry pair are pursued by a G man (guess who) who won’t get off their trail. It’s a fun, catchy number that remains entertaining through its episode length, further helped by strong voice work, particularly Charlie Adler’s work as Cow, Chicken and the Red Guy, as well as Candi Milo’s Teacher.

At the end of the day, I’d say watch EEnE and Johnny Bravo first, but do find time for David Feiss’ shows. I Am Weasel is also a good time.

[thegracefullwitch]

I've been meaning g to cut out a lot of junk food, so this is a "great" opportunity.

Managed to quit sodas when I had covid. Gonna re-read the moneyless man. Need to get that fishing license because companies don't like repairing their equipement(remember how those poultry companies kept getting metal and plastic in their food and recalls? As someone who used to repair those parts, my guess is it was likely bushings and other parts wearing out and not being promptly repaired and/or replaced), so I'm not even trusting seemingly normal bought foods unless it's in a whole form.

I've been telling this to my friends for YEARS but prepping and homesteading isn't just for right-wingers. If you can, get that solar generator(and if you don't have a way to solar charge it at least take care of it so you have some power in an emergency situation), learn how to hunt, fish, forage. Plant a garden, learn how to use basic tools. Do your darndest to survive!

Also, don't tell anyone about the things you're doing unless you completely trust them to not tell the wrong people. All it takes is just one person who has been conditioned to not care about the rights or humanity of others to bring a weapon and unalive you to steal your supplies and tools. If they view you as lesser they will target you first because, in their minds, you're(we're) subhuman.

And just as more people start dying from eating food or using products, conservative SCOTUS will chime in on some bullshit Federalist concocted lawsuit that corporations have no liability when they kill their customers.

[huntingrays]

i love the idea of grian becoming friends with people after being a watcher and being ashamed of his past, especially when people he’s friends with talk about how they were hurt by the watchers

but i thought of something i think might be even better

here me out:

grian becomes good friends with boatem. they never question him about things that some others do (like his wings) and never hate him for the game of death they were all in. they didn’t looked at him in fear like martyn did at the end of the last game. instead, they accepted and loved him. grian was happy that he had people who loved him, but he also felt so… guilty. they accepted him and didn’t know who he truly was… or had been. so, during a sleepover one day, he finally gets up the courage and tells them that he used to be a watcher.

he was expecting anger or shock or maybe even acceptance, but he certainly wasn’t expecting “a what?” turns out, his friends somehow didn’t know about the watchers. they had been too busy with redstone or building or just playing with friends to hear or worry about them. also, they didn’t even hate his games of death he played with them, many of them seemed to even like it and find it fun (despite the pain). pearl was proud of how far she’d gotten and mumbo didn’t hate him for killing him. they had no clue what his past meant, and they just loved grian for being grian

he knew he would have to explain about his past to them, so they knew about what he’d done and why he might be the way he was, but it was also nice to know that some people didn’t care about who he way, they just cared about him and how he was doing and if he’d eaten that day.

it was like he finally had a family

[as-de-spadas]

Ok so Grian has been a:

-Watcher

-Hermit

-Emperor

-Time Traveller

-Poultry Man

-Sherlock Grian

-Ariana Grande

-News reporter

-Actor

-Puppeteer

-Train driver(?)

-Millionaire

-Grianch

-Mother Spore

-Resistance Leader

-Hippie

-Murderer

-G-Team Leader

-Prankster

-Housewife

-Builder

-Dragon Bro

-Mooner

-Interdimensional Traveller

-Trapmaster

-Robot Creator

-Soulmate

-SECRET Soulmate

-MCC Champion

-Mayoral Advisor (twice)

-Marketing executive (also twice)

-Soulless

-Southerner

-CuteGuy

-Architech

-Boatem member

-Hobbit

-Winner of wars

-Event organizer

-Open Mic Night comedian

-Bald

-A bdubs stan

-Sahara's one of three flaws

-THE BIGGEST MUMBO STAN

-The Phantom Menace

-A "proffesional" golf player

-Pesky Bird

And noone seems to think that's AWESOME??????

[hermitcloneheadcanons]

Robot Grian has been trying to find ways to bypass the code that Grian put on him and he's found some ways to do so. For example, when he wants to rant to someone about Grian, he just calls him his human, or when he wants to destroy something he just makes a really terrible build and asks someone to tell him that it looks bad so he can tear it down (don't know if Robot Grian hcs belong here or not)

Aha!! Bypass the system Robo G!! Become god!!

(if its based off a hermit, like a clone (ex. Evil X), hels (ex. Helsknight), character they play that isn't technically them (ex. Wormman, poultry man, renbob, etc), or a camera account! (Ex. Bad times) it counts, so Robo G counts!!)

[vaspider]

I think it is very revealing that a lot of the weight on the way we follow certain things is about our responsibility to each other. One of the reasons many Jews don't eat poultry and dairy together isn't because "haha chickens that lactate" bc the root prohibition is about cooking the calf in the meat of its mother, but because we are trying not to be bad examples to any Jew who might see our chicken burger with cheese and think "ahh, maybe the rules changed and I can eat that cheeseburger under the rules, clearly Spider wouldn't lead me astray."

It's not about "pissing off G-d." As a people we take our name from a man who literally fought G-d, or maybe an angel. We're a stiff-necked people and we will fight Him.

It's about what we, as Jews, owe to each other in creation and sustaining of community.

So like... even beyond the autonomy thing, it also shows very clearly that you're not safe people to be in community with if you do things like that. There's "I won't eat this so you won't misunderstand and make a mistake" and all the way at the other end is "I'll trick you and try to tell you it's ✨️for your own good.✨️"

One of the most interesting ways that Christocentrism rears it’s ugly head is when a Jewish person does something because of our religion and here come all the ex-xtian atheists to say “GOD DOESNT CARE IF YOU EAT PORK” or “YOURE NOT GONNA DIE IF YOU WORK ON SATURDAY”.

Like yeah, no shit. As a Jew I don’t fear god. I don’t think he is gonna impose consequences on me if I break his rules. That’s not how the relationship works.

If I do something because Jewish tradition says to, it’s because I’m honoring my community and keeping my culture alive. God doesn’t really enter the equation. He can have given us a rule, but if you know any Jews you know we have nine to eleven ways of following any rule and it depends on what suits us in the situation.

So if you slip a Jewish person trief to “show them” that nothing bad will happen to them, you are an asshole of the highest order and have fundamentally misunderstood the rule they’re seeking to follow.

Judaism does not include fear of God. It is a partnership with history and community and culture. And god can come, too, if he promises to be cool about it.

[funky-lady]

Abandoning Ship

The Boatem Crew Boards The Dream Cruise Ship

“What should we do? What can we do?”

“The first thing we should do is set up somewhere else. Let’s build a portal here, keep this place as our connection to the community hub, trap it, and make a nether tunnel connecting it to wherever we to decide to set up.” Impulse proposes between bites as he munches on an amethyst shard. The others don’t waste time nodding in agreement. “Then, once we’re settled, we start thinking about defence and offence.”

“We should build underground.” Mumbo and Grian propose at the same time, before bursting into peels of laughter, which does a good job at dissipating the tension that has built in the room.

Scar smirks dangerously. “Very well, mister the hobbits, you’re the experts. We’ll do that, then.”

The retired Poultry Man sobers up enough to speak up, though he is still grinning like a madman. “In that case, I’ll do some recon tonight, to try and find an isolated area for us to settle in.”

“Good thinking!” Boatem’s professional egg slinger claps his hands cheerfully, his murderous urges and plans pushed aside for now but in no way forgotten.

“Do be careful out there, alright?” Murmurs Pearl as she slings an arm around her sibling’s shoulders and pulls him close. Grian nods in the crook of her neck, wrapping a wing around her.

“You know me, Pearl.”

Pearl snorts elegantly. “Which is why I’m worried, Grian.”

“Oh come on… I’ll be fine… Impulse? Do you think you can have some invisibility potions ready for me by the time I leave?”

“Sure, G. I’ll also get started on a few farms, we’ll need all the resources we can get our hands on.

A comfortable silence settles over the group, and after a while Mumbo clears his throat.

“Anything else, anyone? No? Then as the CEO of Boatem Inc, I disband this company board meeting. Good work and good luck everybody!”

@pinkpuffballdude @call-me-dj

[twwpress]

Weekly Briefing #26: December 18th - December 25th

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from December 18 – December 25, 2022 (we’re posting a day late this week due to Christmas). Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Challenges/Prompts:

The following is a roundup of open challenges/prompts. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

The December 20 prompts in 20 days are up on Tumblr.

@JessBakesCakes and @thefinestmuffin are hosting a fic reading challenge running through January 7, 2023. Details in this thread.

@flowersinapril_ posted a 30-Day Christmas Challenge with holiday prompts. 

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from December 18 - December 25.

Bradley Whitford posted photos of his pets. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 

Bradley Whitford posted a photo of Amy Landecker at Joshua Tree.

Marlee Matlin posted videos wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah.

Marlee Matlin posted a photo and a Happy Birthday wish for a friend, Alexis Kashar.

Marlee Matlin posted a photo and a Happy Birthday wish for her daughter, Isabelle.

Amy Landecker posted some photos of her and Brad on vacation 1 | 2

Rob Lowe posted the trailer to his new movie, Dog Gone, premiering on Netflix in January.

Rob Lowe posted a photo of himself and his wife, Sheryl Berkoff.

Mary McCormack posted a photo of family members she is spending time with for the holidays.

Kim Webster posted a funny video of herself preparing poultry.

Dulé Hill posted some family photos.

Dulé Hill posted a photo with his daughter at a San Diego Chargers game.

Joshua Malina posted a photo of some latkes he made.

Joshua Malina posted a photo of himself getting prepared for a new job.

Donna Moss Daily: December 18 | December 19 | December 20 | December 21 | December 22 | December 23 | December 24 | December 25

Daily Josh Lyman: December 18 | December 19 | December 20 | December 21 | December 22 | December 23 | December 24 | December 25

No Context BWhit: December 18 | December 19 | December 20 | December 21 | December 22 | December 22 (2) | December 23 | December 24 | December 25

@JanelMilfoney: December 20 | December 24 | December 25 | December 25 (2)

Edits/Artwork:

#JOSHDONNA: no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft by sam_writes_fics [VIDEO EDIT]

Creator Spotlight:

We’re skipping the creator spotlight this week. We’ll be back next week with another great creator!

 Miscellaneous:

Happy birthday to John Spencer. We miss you!

This Week in Canon:

Welcome to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 2, Episode 10: Noël aired on December 20, 2000.

Happy Birthday, Toby Ziegler! Toby was born December 23, 1954. 

Editor’s Choice:

It’s the last week of 2022! Let’s send it off with some New’s Year’s Eve-themed fics!

auld lang syne by hufflepuffhermione for TheBreakfastGenie | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Nine New Year’s Eve parties, and the things that Josh discovers.

A Better Year by Lady_of_Winterhell | Rated T | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It’s New Year’s Eve, and the Senior Staffers have a gala to attend!

the last page by octothorpetopus  | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete | sam wouldn't be so lonely if it weren't new year's eve. he wouldn't be so lonely if he hadn't been broken up with the week previous, either. the last new year's eve of the millennium (depending who you ask) is shaping up to be an eventful one.

and your eyes look like coming home by crossingdelancey | Rated T | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete | It’s a room full of people, with drinks, and colourful lights, and laughter, and half-assed swing dancing, and somehow there’s nowhere she’d rather be than in quiet a corner with Andy Wyatt.

—

for ivy

based on the prompt ‘you’re teasing me again

glitter on the floor after the party by JediAnnieScrambler for beabea | Rated T | C.J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt, C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler, Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler, C. J. Cregg/Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler | Complete | “Come here often?”

“Only when the company is good,” said the woman, “I’m Andy.”

“CJ,” she said as the people inside began counting down.

(For the Department of Fanworks’ 20 in 20 prompt challenge. Day 18: Midnight)

And a Happy New Year by spinninginfinity | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh has to work late on New Year's Eve.

‘You should go meet the others. I’ll be there before midnight, I promise.’

Fantasy 8.18 - A New Year by LizaCameron | Rated T Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | Josh proposes to Donna and old friends visit. The troops head home for the holidays as a new crisis looms.

Part 3 of TWW Fantasy Season 8 Series

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

Heres to the Fools Who Dream by banginbeeps for zeeskeit | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

happy golden days by mikaylawrites | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

voulez-vous by swancharmings | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

like we were in paris (we were somewhere else) by BeneathAnOrangeSky | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

i’ve got a blank space baby (and i’ll write your name) by sam_writes_fics for JessBakesCakes | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Festive Drabbles 2022 by WitchyPrentiss | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

you’re here (where you should be) by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Happenstance by BimadaBomily | Not Rated | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

How Will He Find Me by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

what else can I give him, poor as I am? by park_all_covered_with_cheese | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

christmas comes (this time each year) by fairwinds09 for JessBakesCakes | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

no other quite like her by JessBakesCakes | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete 

Anywhere But Here by casliyn | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

The Theory of Entropy by Jane_3yr3 | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

 Sam/Josh

Pieces Form the Whole by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | In Progress

Sufganiyot and Other Declarations of Love by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

 Other Pairings/Gen Fic

If I had never met you, you couldn’t have gone by miabicicletta | Danny Concannon/C.J. Cregg | Rated T | Complete

Where The Hell…? by dumbchemist | Rated T | No pairings listed | In progress 

Wait For Me by imperfectirises | Rated M | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

security consulting by rearviewmirror (Breaking Bad crossover) | Rated T | Leo McGarry & Mike Ehrmantraut | Complete

 Multiple Pairings

A True Blue Miracle by mlea7675 | Rated T | Helen Santos/Matt Santos, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The Christmas Tree Lighting by mlea7675, Spybaby47 (Gilmore Girls crossover) | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Logan Huntzberger/Original Character(s) | Complete

Christmas Night by LadyArcher_13 | Rated G | Danny Concannon/C.J. Cregg, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Something Else Hoc by eyes_onthehorizon | Rated T | Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Helen Santos/Matt Santos, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Leo McGarry/Annabeth Schott, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Mallory O'Brien/Sam Seaborn, Will Bailey/Kate Harper, Will Bailey/Sam Seaborn | In Progress

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xx, What’s next?

[correctmeifimwrongbut]

Okay so i dont actually have concrete lore in mind yet but basically, in this au Grian is a researcher for an organization (E.V.O.) that studies pokemon evolution (G is specifically interested in/assigned to researching flying types). (At the moment he has a borderline obsession with chatots.)

Also, irl Grian is a pokemon cards collector, so i want to incorporate that into my au, but change the cards to smth else - hence a camera, since he could be trying to get shots of rare pokemon instead of rare cards? Im not sure if it should be photos tho, I might change it to sometnig else later

His Team so Far:

3 Chatots (1 is a ✨shiny✨!)

A Liepard (Maui and Pearl mixed into one cat (Paui? Mearl??)

Blaziken ( Refrence to the poultry man obvs, also man needs a powerhouse like blaziken to make up for three chatots)

The only thing that I 100% know for certain is that Grian only travels like this:

[votederpycausemufins]

Alright, time to work on tying up loose ends ish. i think there’s like... 2 chapters left after this? idk, I’m still writing!

@petrichormeraki @helleborusangel

While most everyone wanted Grifter dead, the fact that he was the only way to free Xannes made them keep him alive. They did manage to get the Listener to let him out, but at the same time, he let his own family out as well before disappearing with them. Fortunately as they left, the world rolled back, undoing all the damage as well as leaving Grian rather grumpy that his hard work was gone.

Shortly after that, everyone had to keep Grian and Techno apart when the avian tried attacking him for being near Grum, who to Grian’s annoyance seemed perfectly fine around the warrior. He reluctantly accepted it, only to get piled on again as he tried to make a second nest. 

Xannes hacked them all out of the castle, at least those he could. Kristen and Joe followed on their own a few moments later, everyone soon at the quartz mansion. Grian was immediately after as many blankets as he could obtain, Tommy laughing, but quickly helped out. 

Kristen stayed for a bit, long enough to officially say hello to Grian once he was lucid enough, but stayed longer after Grum clung to her leg and refused to let go. Eventually she relented and got pulled into Grian’s blanket nest, Grum running off to drag Techno in next.

“So… how have you two been?” Kristen asked, before correcting herself. “Besides this whole mess that got me involved.”

“It’s been pretty pog since I found Grian. We didn’t even know we were related until, what? A week ago?”

“I’m sorry. I honestly had no clue.” Kristen apologized, but Grian shrugged.

“I don’t blame you. I ended up in a world that death didn’t seem to exist in, at least not really. People who died showed up as ghosts. So even if I did remember your job, I wouldn’t have blamed you there. Then there were the Watchers, and then apparently Zed’s been dealing with things in Hermitcraft. I- are you two related?”

“Yes, we’re siblings.” Kristen replied, shocking both Grian and Tommy.

Zedaph, who was nearby, stepped closer. “Why do you look so shocked? I thought you knew, or at the very least I thought Grian knew.”

“Is that why you acted so casual when you asked me to kill myself?!” Grian balked, making Kristen whip around to look at Zed.

“You asked him to what?!”

“It was for a game! I asked a number of hermits to see who could kill themselves the fastest for a prize! Honestly, I don’t see what the problem was since he started Demise a year later.”

“That was sort of my last shot to find anyone. I thought so much death would make Mum show up.”

“Well, as far as I know, she wasn’t even showing up for Phil after you left, so not like there was much hope there.” Tommy shrugged, though he said it in a joking manner. It still made Kristen frown before Tommy elbowed her. “Hey. It’s fine. I mean, we’re meeting you now and not before we found each other again, so that’s pretty pog too.”

As the two of them chatted, Grian managed to find some paper and ink and started putting together a quick family tree before handing it to Techno to fill in the blank of Fundy’s mom. “Alright, so Wil, Techno, Tommy and I are the kids of you and Phil. Wilbur’s got Fundy with someone named Sally?” Grian quickly looked to Techno who nodded. “Sally. Mumbo and I built Grum and Jrum, meanwhile Techno and Tommy don’t have any kids.”

“Yeah I’m still looking for the ladies.” Tommy jokingly boasted, getting some chuckles from those nearby.

“And I don’t see the point in relationships.”

“Aro, got it.”

“I prefer fireworks. I don’t need arrows.”

Grian stifled some chuckles before continuing. “You’re siblings with Zed, who’s currently with Impulse and Tango, which I’m not going to go further into for my own sanity. And then you and Dad are immortal or something, so who knows about your parents.”

Kristen nodded. “Good, but you’re forgetting your uncle.”

Grian showed off the chart. “What? No, I’ve got Zed there with Impulse and Tango. If you’re going with the misconception that Worm Man is related, I’ll have you know that Poultry Man has assured me that’s not the case. Plus Zedaph has an interview with Worm Man and they are definitely in the same place.”

Kristen half nodded. “Oh, I’m sure that’s very much the case. However, I’m talking about Phil’s brother.”

“Mum, I’m glad to meet you and everything, but could you have waited like another week to drop that on us too?” Tommy asked as Grian looked like he was on the edge of a breakdown.

“So, should I not mention he has-”

“Nope! Not now! And we’ll ask dad ourselves.”

“I was just a hermit a week ago. I was technically still an orphan. I had the hermits as a family. Now some of them are really my family. Why? Why? Why is this happening?”

“Okay G, time to go to bed.” Tommy said, pulling one of the blankets out of the nest and throwing it over Grian’s head, hoping the darkness would kick in Grian’s parrot brain and get him to calm down. 

It was just at the right time too, because the door opened with Phil coming into the building. “How’s everyon- Kristen?!”

From there, all of the family currently in that world - other than Zedaph - ended up in Grian’s blanket nest. They chatted a bit before Kristen eventually had to leave, though she made sure to let all of them know how to call her if there was an emergency. Zedaph finally joined to take her place, getting glared at by Grum of all people. “You doing alright there?”

“I’m upset I didn’t know you were my uh… great uncle?”

“Grunkle has a better ring to it.” Zedaph smiled, but Grum just pouted and crossed his arms before being pulled into a hug from Grian. “But yeah, I’m sorry Grian. I can’t believe I never noticed you didn’t know.”

“No, it’s fine. I had a crazy enough story with my family growing up, what’s five more.”

“Five?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Grian started counting on his fingers. “Finding out that Tommy was my brother, the whole situation Techno caused, finding our Zedaph is related to me, finding out you’ve got a brother, and then Mum mentioning there was more to that.”

Phil sighed. “Oh, she told you about that? Okay first off, we’re half brothers, so that’s normally why he’s left out of things. Plus, he’s been doing his own thing for a while. I haven’t really heard from him since his letters about Minecrack.”

Grian paused, processing that new information before grabbing one of the blankets and screaming into it, Grum patting his dad on the back.

“Is he okay?” Phil asked, making Zedaph shake his head.

“Some of the hermits used to live there, so one of them might have met your brother. Sorry, half brother.”

“Ah, good to know.”

Grian slowly put the blanket down. “Okay, obviously talking is just making things worse. How about we all shut up for like… ten minutes while we still have some peace? I’m scared if we try much else, something else will come out of the woodwork and make things worse again.”

“Ugh, normally I’d hate not talking,” Tommy piped up with an agreeing groan. “But for once, you’ve got a point.”

“For once?!”

Tommy didn’t say anything else, just mimed zipping his lips up, locking them, and throwing away the key.

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Grian woke up, glad it wasn’t from a nightmare. He, Tommy and Grum were the only ones left in the nest from before, but he smiled upon seeing the empty space had been given to Tommy’s friends. Ranboo seemed to have been dragged in based on his awkward position, likely by Tubbo and Michael who seemed much more comfortable.

Looking around, it didn’t seem anyone else was in the room, voices coming from elsewhere in the building. Grian carefully moved Grum closer to Tommy, the bot happily clinging to the teen instead. He then pulled himself out of the nest, doing his best not to wake anyone in the process.

He was glad to see everyone looked calm and nothing immediately seemed concerning. The closest thing was what looked like a living diamond walking around, but the fact that no one else was concerned made it less worrying. “So, who’s the new… person I think.”

Phil looked over to where Grian was standing now. “His name’s Skeppy. When the world got repaired, the people that weren’t already revived showed up. It also fixed my wings.” And he let one of them open up so Grian could see.

“Good to know. Nothing bad’s happened yet?” Grian asked, and Phil shook his head. “That’s good. Once Grum and Tommy are away, I’m going to be taking them home. I mean, unless Tommy wants to stay, because he might want to see people again, but Grum still needs repairs. Plus I need to talk with Mumbo about something I found out.”

“Anything bad?”

Grian shook his head. “Not necessarily, just something we need to be aware of.” Then Grian was quiet for a while before speaking up again. “You know, ever since I found it again, I’ve been taking care of the castle.”

“You mean… back in-?”

“Yeah. The place I grew up in has way too many bad memories attached. Evo’s gone and my building world is lonely. Hermitcraft is the closest thing I have to a home, but being able to take a break and go back there helps.”

Phil smiled. “Well, you’ll have to show me what you’ve done with the place.”

“Yeah.” Grian smiled. “I’ll try to visit with Tommy plenty. I’m sure you want to stay here now that it looks like things are calmed down. I’m sure you’ll want to visit us, or at least someone will, so I’ll look into that.”

“Just don’t go silent for eighteen years.” Phil joked, making Grian whack him in the back of his head with a wing.

From there, the two of them chatted, catching up. Both of them avoided the more unfavorable topics, which was a bit tricky, but they managed. At least they did for a while. “Hey… I’m sorry. I know I screwed up with Tommy.”

“Can we not talk about that?” Grian said, ruffling his feathers. “Enough has happened. I don’t want to talk about serious stuff right now.”

“Well who knows when we’ll get another chance.”

Grian sighed. “Fine, but I’m making it quick. Since you’re not going to be around, I’m just trusting you’ll maybe do better. I can check in any time I want, so just know if you screw up, there’s a good chance I’ll see it. There’s a good chance I’ll break down your door if I heard more stories from Tommy, but for like the next week or so, you’re safe. Is that good enough?”

Phil hesitated for a moment before responding. “Alright, sure.”

As soon as he responded, Grian went back to the other room, glad to see Tommy was awake. When Grian replayed the options to Tommy, the teen thought it over before deciding he would stay behind for a little bit at the very least. He didn’t want to disappear while Ranboo and Tubbo were both asleep. Grian made sure Tommy still had NPG’s old comm so that he could call for Grian to pick him up again.

Grian carefully picked Grum up, the bot clinging to his chest, then he opened a portal to take them home. 

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Grian was glad that the repairs ended up being mostly his job to fix. The redstone seemed unharmed, save for right near the trident wound and Grum’s buttons. Technically the buttons themselves were mainly aesthetic anyway, but some redstone was close by so they needed to be careful.

Once everything was fixed, they plugged Grum in to be safe and then Grian started explaining what he had learned. Mumbo was surprised and excused himself briefly to try contacting people for information. For the most part, he was able to get help, but in terms of whatever glitch the bots had, the information was too vague for anyone to get a good guess.

Grian got Xisuma to take a look, but unfortunately the admin couldn’t figure anything out. Neither could Xannes, but that was affected by NPG wanting to go home soon and check in his aerbunny.

With no other options, Grian was ready to use his Watcher magic, but he was quickly interrupted. Suddenly Grifter was there and threw himself into Grian’s arms, leaving the Watcher struggling to hold his double up before just dropping him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hiding?” Grifter answered innocently. “I kinda messed up, though Dad did too.”

“What did you do?” Grian growled as Grifter stood up and dusted himself off.

“Okay, so dad wanted me killing Nightmare. That’s cool, I did that. He just kinda let it slip his mind that he didn’t tell Punch. So now until Dad talks him down, I’m hiding here! Also watching for spies. Who knows where they could be hiding.”

Grian half groaned, half sighed. “How do I know you’re not going to destroy the place?”

“Uh, because that would make it obvious I’m here, duh. Look, just tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I mean, if it’s something other than leaving. I’m sticking here because if I get seen here, he’ll assume it’s just you. Wait, I’m going to need to get out of my new look. That’s no fun, I really like th-”

“Okay shut up for like five seconds. I don’t have the patience for this today. You said there was something of a glitch with my kids. Tell me what it is or fix it or something and you can stay for a bit. If you cause any trouble, you’re out though.”

“Oh yes of course!” Grifter responded, hugging Grian. “Okay, so the problem is kinda pretty simple. They aren't completely connected to this world so other data is being used to check where they’re from. If everything’s just within this world, it’s fine, but it fucks up their respawn if it’s not.”

“That’s… that’s it?”

“Yup! Just tell your admin and I’m sure he can- OH FUCK! Gimmie your bowwwww!” Grian suddenly started doing his best to climb Grian, having little luck with them being the same height. Grian did his best to keep his balance before seeing what exactly was freaking his hels copy. Nearby, a chicken had walked into view, and apparently that was the problem.

Grian gave a deadpan look before killing the chicken, which immediately calmed Grifter down. “You were scared… of a chicken?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I said he could be sending spies!”

“And… those are chickens?”

“Yes! Of course!” Grifter exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Grian wanted to sigh in exasperation, but then he realized that this was good news. If for some reason Grifter acted up, well, a certain hero could help save the day.

“Alright, maybe this might not be the safest place for you here, but you can stay.”

“Why? Why isn’t it safe? Are there lots of spies?”

“Oh, we have the worst one yet. His name is Poultry Man. Have you ever heard of him.”

“I have! I thought Xannes was lying! He’s really real?!” Grifter asked, trembling, making Grian have to hold in laughter.

“Well, he hasn’t been around for a while, but who knows? If - you said Punch? - if he’s looking for you, Poultry Man might show up.”

“Oh no! Do you have anything to stop him?”

Grian couldn’t help the sly smile that got onto his face. “Well…”

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Grum watched as Mumbo looked through a bunch of books. He had gotten fixed up, but his daddy said there was still something they needed to figure out, so Dad was out doing that. But he had left a while ago and sitting in one place for a long time was getting boring. “Daddy, how much longer do I have to wait here?”

Mumbo jumped slightly before looking up from his book, which just made Grum frown. Obviously he had been forgotten about. “Um, well, I suppose that depends on what your dad does.”

“But I’ve just been sitting here for ages.” Grum crossed his arms.

“I know, but apparently there’s a bug in your system and until we can identify it, we want to keep you safe. You’ve already been through a lot, I’m sure you don’t want anything more happening.”

“But Daddy I-”

“Grum, this isn’t up for discussion.” Mumbo cut the bot off, who flinched back at the harsh tone. “I know. I don’t like it either. But sometimes the harder options are the better ones.”

Grum was quiet again, just thinking. Mumbo started to look at his book again, but then the bot spoke up once more. “Is it about Console? Or my chat in general?”

“What?” Mumbo looked back up, confused.

“Well, Jrum’s not here, so it has to be something that’s just me, correct? That would likely involve when the admin was using me as a console or the fact that I have gained a chat like Techno, Phil and, based on conversation, Dad.”

“Oh, you mean MFDD? At least I’m still pretty sure that’s what we said it was. I’d have to go digging for my old books again. And Grian might have them at this point.”

“What’s MFDD?” Grum asked, tilting his head.

“It’s the abbreviation for the condition we’re pretty sure Grian has. But it’s a condition that last I checked, was still in a sort of odd state, and I’ve been in Hermitcraft since school, so I’m not updated on it.” Mumbo glanced over to Grum, who just looked confused. “Right. Well, the simple version is that’s what the real name of your Dad’s ‘chat’ is. MFDD. But based on what he told me, that’s not what you have.”

“Oh. Wait, I don’t?” Grum asked, sounding worried and slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. It’s nothing bad. I’m sure we’ll need to get it properly diagnosed, but the fact that you seem to have what’s like… multiple people in your mind and they can sometimes be in control, along with the fact that it happened after… stressful events. That all likely means it’s DID. Which essentially means you have multiple personalities.”

“And is that good or bad?”

Mumbo rubbed his mustache. “Well, I don’t think it’s necessarily good or bad in and of itself. I wish I knew more about this… In short, it’s at the very least not bad. Or at least not bad if you don’t let it be bad.”

“I still don’t understand.” Grum frowned, leaving Mumbo to try and figure out some other way to explain.

“Hmm… It’s. Uh… Well let’s see. Well it… no that wouldn’t make sense. It’s… Oh! So, when you’re building, say you make a house. And the house has a bunch of rooms. It’s all one house, but there are different rooms and um… well each one has its own person.” Grum nodded along, mostly understanding. “And well, you own the house even though others live there. Because you own the house, you’re in charge.”

“But sometimes I’m not. Like Console and Eyes decide to be in charge or I let them.”

“Well, sometimes something… happens. Like maybe you’re busy… cooking? And so if you’re doing that, someone else gets to be in charge. Or maybe you just want to… sit on the couch?”

Grum’s digital mustache twitched in thought before he nodded. “Okay, I think that makes sense.”

Mumbo nodded, turning back to his books before sighing, glad that what he made up on the spot worked. 

“Mumbooooo! I’m back! I figured out what’s wrong! We need to take the boys to Xisuma!” Mumbo jumped from Grian arriving, then was confused to see two of him.

“Why is Grifter here?”

“Long story, it’s fine for now, we need Xisuma. Let’s go go go!”

Mumbo just stared for a moment before sighing and shrugging before going to get Jrum. It didn’t seem like anything bad was happening, so there was a fifty fifty shot it really was fine. Maybe less since there were two Grian’s involved, but it was something Mumbo came to expect with Grian in general.

[starstress]

Everfar

Iskall's been waiting to get revenge for his first attempt at getting the tag, and this lil trap was simply perfect! That he succeeds and the tag is now his is no surprise, but what is one is Grian’s reaction to the trap itself. The aftermath of it is not nearly as sweet as he’d expected it to be, but Grian needs a friend and that’s exactly what he’ll be.

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Inspired by the scenes when Grian loses the tag to Iskall, but a more dramatic and angsty re-telling with a lot of soft friendship feels as well.

He’d been waiting. And waiting. And waiting some more.

Honestly, what could possibly take Grian so long to come by his own base?

He grumbled and got up from his minecart, glancing around the row of hoppers and furnaces. The words on signs labeling the input and output flow of items had started blurring together about an hour ago, and not because of a lack of sleep. Unlike some hermits, he could respect a somewhat good resting schedule.

He knew to take care of himself, thank you very much! Unless he got into a mood and just kept working until he was dizzy, of course, and he’d have to listen to the other hermits’ mother-henning rants like they didn’t do the same, and one of them would supervise him and make sure he took care of himself, and ugh.

He sighed and resigned himself to more waiting.

Iskall grinned as he watched through the window as the other Hermit rushed back to his base. The open shock on Grian’s face was priceless and he felt vindicated for his first attempt at getting the Tag. Which he had on a finger, spinning it with a self-satisfied grin like the fox that got the chicken. Heh, Poultry Man, he internally snickered and his grin got impossibly bigger.

As Grian finally reached the broken window, he could finally hear him. The poor guy was breathing heavily and muttering something that was too quiet for Iskall to make out. The blond climbed through, not even noticing the other man at the edge of the blown wood floor. He glanced around astonished, first at the window, then at the floor and the walls and stepped through the gap in the glass, almost stumbling in, and finally Iskall could hear him.

“My windows! My stuff!” His voice was so high pitched and Iskall burst into laughter, and wheezing.

At long last, Grian took notice of him.

“No, you didn’t!!” Grian whisper-shouted, tone slowly falling back into its usual pitch.

Although disbelief was still present in his voice, laughter began cracking through, and he looked like he was fighting back a smile.

“Hello!” Iskall said, grin ever-present and Tag still spinning.

“Hello!” He got back, but the blonde’s attention quickly switched to the items still scattered on the floor.

Grian began jumping around, grabbing them as fast as he could and shoving them in his inventory, all the while mumbling ‘No no no’. His voice started to bounce from normal to high-pitched and back every few words. All that was followed by a half-manic sounding giggle and Iskall could barely keep himself from completely crumbling to the floor.

“Revenge at last!” the Swede teased, not wasting any time flexing and waving the Tag in Grian’s face.

The look on his friend’s face almost had him on the floor again with smugness and laughter.

“Ohhhh, he’s got it!!” Grian said to himself and the brunet swiftly perked up at that, starting to play around with the accursed Tag. “Using Mumbo’s messaging system-“ he cut himself off, shock still present. “Oh my goodness…” he breathed, staring wide-eyed at Iskall.

“I’ll help you, G, don’t worry!” Iskall replied instead, smirking.

He was definitely going to help him repair everything, he wasn’t a griefer nor a cruel person after all.

“You’ll help me?” Grian asked back, half grin present in his voice. “I don’t think I want your help!” he said, smile wide.

He slowly sorted through his inventory, ignoring the man standing on the intact part of his floor.

“I don’t think I want your- I don’t think I want my-“ he repeated, and finally turned back to Iskall, “I don’t think I need your help!” he shot back at him, still somewhat in shock and slightly amused.

He continued mumbling for quite a bit, but Iskall was a bit further from him, playing around with the Tag and jumping around the base. Grian would occasionally look up at him from his monologue, probably promising revenge, and Iskall would struggle not to crack up again. He was only able to discern random words and sounds as the other vented out his disgruntlement, but went back when he realized his pumpkin pies were the ones floating in a pile on the floor.

“Waaait a minute! Those are my pumpkin pies!” he laughed.

Grian looked up at him from the mess of items on the floor and sticked out his tongue.

“Bounty of war!” His friend said and returned to surveying the extent of the damage the explosion had caused. “Look at this! The observer track going all the way up to the ceiling…” He trailed off, half in awe and half in displeasure.

Then, he glanced at the end of it all, at the bell that had been resounding in Iskall’s brain for hours on end. The whine in his voice when he spoke up again was a both surprising and hilarious and Iskall grinned at him.

“I feel so betrayed! I feel so betrayed!” Grian murmured, still sorting through his inventory, throwing stuff around. “I thought- I thought that Mumbo- I thought that Mumbo sent me a message!” He said, voice still slightly high and full of disbelief.

It was hilarious to Iskall, who somehow managed to not utter one sound that entire time, holding back giggles like a child with their hands full of cookies.

Until Grian looked up at him, eyes wide and glossy, the whiny tone making space for a small little hitch and a slight breathlessness that made him straighten up almost immediately.

“Did-“ Grian tried, “Did M-Mum, Mumbo even-?” He took a breath, trying to calm down, “Did Mumbo even send that message?” He finally asked.

Iskall tried not to frown, tried to pass the seed of alarm growing in his chest off, and answered honestly.

“No,” He began, somewhat hesitant, watching Grian’s face fall, smile, and amusement dissipating, “ Ehm, that was me.”

When Grian crumbled to the stone underfloor, he realized his gut hadn’t been lying.

Something was wrong. Something that run deeper than just a trap message and a bit of property damage.

He rushed to him, kneeling down, feeling at a complete loss. The sudden change in mood had him off balance and he tried to understand how to piece together the puzzle pieces he’d not known he’d been gathering.

When Grian burst into tears and half-intelligible sentences, he pulled him close.

He lifted him up, slowly and steadily, barely feeling the other’s weight, and carried him to the still intact parts of the wooden floor. He settled the both of them against the wall and hugged him tightly, letting him sob into his vest and hoodie.

“The worst thing ever is that Mumbo’s not messaging me!” his friend wailed, “He’s- he’s not even saying hello or replying to mine or at least-“ he sobbed, curling himself as small as he could be and Iskall’s heart clenched painfully.

He knew Mumbo was scarcely using the messaging tunnel, the man himself had told him. But he hadn’t thought it would mean so much to Grian, and, most likely, Mumbo hadn’t either. If he’d known, the moustached man would have been bending backwards to send messages to their friend until the tunnel was full and bursting with them.

He hummed, a deep and soft sound, rubbing Grian’s back and letting him lean on him for as long as he needed.

He knew Grian needed to let it out, to empty the hurt from his heart and drain the tears in his eyes.

It could have been a minute or it could have been an hour, but at some point, his sobs slowed, his hiccups stopped. Though he didn’t lift his head from Iskall’s shoulder and his breathing was still heavy and his face was still red and hot, he seemed calmer.

As he hugged Grian closer still, he felt him shift, and a soft and sudden tingling in the air he’d long since learned to associate with magic made him loosen his hold on the smaller man. In the corner of his eye, he saw a magnificent pair of wings flash into existence, attached to Grian’s back.

The builder tried flapping them instinctively, but, slightly trapped as they were between the two of them and the wall, they only managed a short and jerky beat. They settled quickly after that, one curling around Grian’s free side and the other wrapping around Iskall as he briefly lifted his back from its slumped position against the wall.

Despite them being in one of their smaller forms, they still almost fully enclosed around the two of them. Iskall smiled fondly at Grian, though he knew the other wouldn’t see it. The builder had been them with the Hermits for years now, and still showed some reticence of having his wings out in the open.

This, however, this instinctual wish for comfort that came from inside Grian, not only let loose in front of Iskall, but around Iskall too, warmed him up like a sweet cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven. He hugged the other tighter, sighing into his soft hair and felt, in response, a brief tightening of the feathers around him.

“It’s just such a little thing, we see each other every few days and talk and work and whatnot, so I shouldn’t have any reason to think he’s ignoring me or something…” Grian sniffled, “But I can’t help it. It makes me so upset, I hate it, Iskall.” He said, voice hushed and high, and he curled up against the older man’s chest more, somehow finding more space to burrow into, as if Iskall hadn’t all but crushed him in the hug.

“Oh G…” the Swede sighed. “It’s the little things that do us in, I guess.” He said and thought back to a certain breakdown episode from way back in the days of Sahara. He slowly rubbed up and down Grian’s back, careful around his wings, trying to offer some comfort beyond just words. “I don’t think he’s ignoring the messages intentionally, though. He’s probably being a spoon again, honestly.”

And he was, but Iskall figured the two needed to talk about this together rather than through a messenger.

He felt the other nod slowly against his shoulder and sighed. When Grian tensed at the sound of it, he squeezed him tightly but carefully, and relief coursed through his veins when the other relaxed against him completely.

“Maybe we should go and get a bit of revenge by giving him a dose of his own medicine.” Iskall fumed, but both of them knew it was mostly for show. Mostly.

Iskall would probably not actually dish out any punishment to Mumbo, since it wasn’t exactly his, or anyone’s, fault, but a few pranks and traps here and there wouldn’t see too out of place, he mused.

Grian laughed wetly, wiping away any stray tears still clinging to his eyelashes. He probably guessed the line of thought that Iskall’s mind had followed.

“Maybe.” He grinned up at his friend.

Iskall shifted, trying to find a more comfortable spot in the hard wood floor, thankful for the soft feathers at his back and then grinned, distracted. He glanced down at the man leaning against him and poked his side, careful not to tickle him.

“I could totally sic EX or Joe on him though,” he teased, mirth overflowing from his words. “Maybe even X or False.”

After all, it was known server-wide just how protective Joe, False and quite a few other hermits could get, as well as the fact that EX was oddly protective of the creator of one of his best friends.

He felt Grian jump and wheezed, totally expecting the reaction.

“You wouldn’t!” the blonde hissed, mortified. His eyes were wide and red-rimmed, and Iskall had to stop himself from cooing at his adorable friend.

“I would and you know that they would!” he laughed, “They’d absolutely super mega would! EX especially!”

“Oh goodness, please don’t!” Grian whined and blushed up to the tips of his ears, hiding his head in the brunet’s vest while Iskall continued to laugh. “Noooo!” he giggled, now trying to rise up from the floor and escape Iskall’s hug.

The redstoner wouldn’t let go, however, determined to tease his friend back into a brighter mood. He held on and they both ended up tumbling on the floor, Grian wheezing as the other landed right on top of him, squishing him.

They burst out laughing, wheezing for a few good minutes down there.

After calming down, Iskall shifted and Grian let him lift his arms up and around his neck as he looked at him curiously. The redstoner suddenly heaved them both up, the flier hanging from around his shoulders only by his arms and Iskall’s hands around his waist to support him like a sack of potatoes. It made Grian burst into laughter again, barely remembering to keep his grip on the other's hoodie.

Iskall grunted and grumbled about his weight, but held on to him nonetheless.

“Couldn’t be too comfortable for those wings of yours to be squished by all of these mega, nay- OMEGA muscles, ey?” Iskall grinned down at his friend.

In response, Grian grinned back brightly, unabashedly fluttering his wings and remained hanging, feet even lifted away from the floor.

Iskall sighed, both exasperated and fond.

“Okay, you little nuisance, let’s sit down to eat and then tuck you into bed, you’ve had enough excitement for one day.” He said, and turned to half-walk, half-waddle to the center of Grian’s hobbit base.

He knew his friend hadn’t exactly had much comfort in mind when he made the base, but he figured the nice cozy little space that Professor Beak had would make for a much better sitting and relaxing place.

“I’m not a little kid, Iskall!” Grian pouted up at him.

“Says the pouting man hanging to me like a little baby.” Came the good-natured snarky response from the redstoner.

Grian resisted sticking out his tongue, and instead sighed and snuggled closer, tucking his head onto Iskall’s shoulder.

The older man said nothing, stopping only to instinctively shift the smaller man into a better position, higher too, so that his legs could just stand freely instead of being held up. He carefully tuck his wings closed as well, smoothing any stay feathers that had been disturbed, and felt the soft feathers brush against the arm he used as the other's support.

“Do they bother you?” Grian mumbled, face half-hidden and sleepy.

“No, no.” Iskall said, smiling down reassuringly. “I really like them, G. Maybe you should let them out more often, stretch them out properly instead of using the Elytras.” Iskall continued, before quietly adding, “The others are totally fine with them. Bet they’d love to see you with them more often too.”

Grian hummed, a small and thoughtful sound, before flapping his wings briefly and shoving his face into Iskall’s vest.

“Stay with me?” he asked, voice small, but mostly sleepy. “Please?”

Iskall blinked down at him, and smiled softly, though the other couldn’t see it.

“Of course, G. Rest well.” He whispered, knowing that Grian had already slipped into slumber and instead turned towards the stairs leading to the blonde’s bedroom.

A nap sounded fantastic and he wouldn’t say no to his friend anyway, especially when he needed some well-deserved comfort.

End.

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Hi all! I decided to try my hand at posting a fic on tumblr as well. I’m really new at this, so if anyone has any advice I’d be grateful for it!

This is part 2 of my 20-part (20 for now, might add to the number later) series  which will feature mostly Grian and Mumbo, as well as mostly implied Grumbo named Putting the Ever in Forever. Right now there’s only 2 parts up, with the others still very much in the planning zone. There’s a lot more details on the ao3 version, but I welcome any and all questions about it both here and there! 

I’ll be adding a link to the ao3 version in a reblog in a tiny bit, or you could use the link in my bio! 

Thank you for reading and checking this out!