#griskall

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

Poly architechs. Reblog. You agree

#oli talks! #grian #hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #grumbo #waffle duo #hermitshipping #mumskall #griskall #grimumskall #i think that's their tag name? #the architechs #architechs #poly architechs #polytechs #iskall85

[mochiwrites]

*slides into your ask box* hey stranger Okay so hear me out... S7 Polytechs. Mumbo and Iskall are the Plant Boyfriends, Mumbo has his living base and Iskall has his omega base tree and Grian has...the blackest thumb. He cannot keep plants alive. But he knows that it's important to his boys so he Tries so hard. Maybe he's trying to grow a little plant or nurture a flower or something, maybe he wants to Help with their bases or be generally useful and feels left out. I just. what if soft reassurances and support and genuine excitement when his little seedling puts out green leaves for the first time

I need that like. little sipping guy emote because that is Exactly how I’m reacting to this. anyway, onwards with drabble!

reminder that reblogs do more than likes <3

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“Grian, you home mate?”

“Griaaaan!”

There’s two sets of footsteps echoing through the grand hall of the avian’s mansion as Mumbo and Iskall enter. They both glance at the maps on the walls of the entrance with interest.

“Uh… Grian isn’t home right now!”

Mumbo and Iskall share a look.

They walk further into the manor before finding their boyfriend standing right in the middle of his storage room. His back is turned to them, giving them both a lovely view of his tricolor wings. Except those wings are folded tight to his back, and they’ve both spent long enough around Grian to recognize when the avian is distressed.

“Grian?” Mumbo questions as the two of them approach.

Grian’s wings flare out, feathers ruffling as he jumps. In a flash he’s hiding something behind his back and turning to face his partners. “Heyyy, fancy seeing you both here!” he chirps, false cheer in his voice. “What a surprise!”

“I sent you a message that we were coming,” Iskall answers, looking at him as he taps the communicator on his wrist with furrowed brows. “You good dude?”

“Me? I’m fine! Perfectly fine!” Grian’s arms are still behind his back, but his smile doesn’t light up his face. His eyes seem disappointed and sad.

Noticing this, Mumbo frowns lightly. “We ah… well, we noticed you’ve not been around lately and wanted to check up on you.” He looks at the arms clasped behind Grian’s back and winces, “That doesn’t seem comfortable for your wings, dove.”

At his words Grian only tightens his arms, taking a step back from them both. “They’re fine!” he rushes out. “But uh, I’m all good. Lotsa mansion to build up, tons of backs to ignore, you know how it goes!” Grian chuckles. “Thanks for checking in but I’m fine, no need to worry about this pesky bird.”

“Grian,” Iskall tries, clearly not believing him. “What do you have behind your back?”

Grian stiffens, “Nothing.”

Iskall squints, “Grian.”

The two of them enter a short staring contest, neither of them quite willing to back down. They’re both rather stubborn in that regard, equally so.

Mumbo watches on for a few minutes before deciding to step in. “Gri, we know there’s something wrong,” he says gently, forcibly ending the staring contest. Grian breaks eye contact with Iskall to meet Mumbo’s gaze. “You’ve been avoiding us love. We just want to figure out what’s going on in that head of your’s.” There’s something pleading in his eyes, and it makes Grian crack. It always does.

Grian’s shoulders slump as he gives in. He avoids eye contact with the two of them as he slowly moves his arms out in front of him, holding whatever he was hiding out to them.

It’s a pot.

Mumbo and Iskall peer at it curiously, wearing matching expressions on their faces.

The pot is full of dirt, and within it is a flower. Except the flower is wilted and dying. Grian’s face burns with embarrassment as he holds the pot in his hands.

“It’s… a flower?” Mumbo blinks.

“A wilted one,” Iskall comments. “What’re you doing with a dead flower of all things?”

Grian’s wings droop. “I wanted to try and grow it… since plants seem to be your things this season. I was thinking I could plant some around your bases, help out in some way,” he chuckles weakly, void of any humor, “forgot that I’ve a terrible case of black thumb.” He frowns with frustration, something else clouding his expression.

Mumbo makes a confused noise, “But you’re always helpful, Gri. You’ve helped us both out with our bases quite a bit!”

Iskall seems to pick up on whatever Mumbo misses, for they frown and reach out to Grian, holding his face with their hand. “What’s actually wrong, sweetheart?” his voice is low, a soft but caring murmur. “Your terrible plant skills aside, of course. Normally you wouldn’t get this upset over a little failed planting. You’d just get more determined to be good at it.”

Their words make Grian bite the inside of his cheek, his fingers clenching around the clay pot. “Plants are so important to both of you and I’m trying so hard but I can’t. I can’t connect to either of you on this. Seeing you both with your bases and plants and knowing how important it is… feels isolating, like I don’t fit in or I’ve been left out.” He gestures to the pot in his hands, “So I thought I’d give it a shot. But I… can’t be useful like this.”

Mumbo’s face softens as he takes a step toward him and gently takes the pot from his hands. He sets it down somewhere before pulling both Grian and Iskall into a hug. “You’re always useful, Grian,” Mumbo says softly, gently petting at the space between his wings. “And you’re far more important, love.”

“So what if you’re useful?” Iskall huffs, hugging Grian close to his body. They look at him, eyes loving and determined all at once, “Nobody said you have to be useful for us to love you. It’s the thought that counts after all.” He winks, pressing a kiss to Grian’s nose. The avian’s face scrunches up at the kiss, but he melts.

“And… if you want to, we could always teach you,” Mumbo sweetly offers to him. “Only if you’d like, of course! I mean, I know planting hasn’t gone well a-and it’s probably a sore spot since you’ve just told us it’s what’s been bothering you but—”

“Mumbo,” Iskall interrupts, an amused smile dancing along their lips.

The man deflates, “Gosh I’ve just gone on and rambled again, huh?”

Grian and Iskall look at him before bursting into giggles, the sound full of love and affection. Grian gives Mumbo a small smile before tugging him down into a little kiss, one soft and full of gratitude. “I’d like that,” he murmurs against his lips before pulling away.

Mumbo beams at him, excited.

“No kiss for me?” Iskall says, offended. “I always knew Mumbo was the favorite,” he teases playfully, hugging.

With a fond roll of his eyes, Grian grabs Iskall by the strings of their hoodie, nudging them close. “You’re my favorite too, you silly man.” He grins before kissing Iskall’s lips as well.

The taller hums, pleased with the action as he fully squishes Grian against him. And when they pull apart, Iskall turns to Mumbo, “We can’t leave out our favorite freakishly tall boy!” Mumbo looks caught off guard before he’s pulled into a kiss by Iskall, Grian leaning against the two of them and circling them with his wings.

He holds them tight. “….I love you two,” he says, voice muffled by Mumbo’s suit jacket.

There’s a hand in his hair, and Grian can feel the gloves against his strands. “I love you both as well.”

A hand returns to petting Grian’s back. “I love you.”

#mochi speaks #polytechs #grumbo #griskall #mumskall #hermitshipping #mochi writes

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

why was grians plot to Demise Iskall to tell a story about them being a happy married couple

#hermitcraft 6 #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #griskall #iskrian #isgrian #?? #what da heck is the ship name

[grianshipstournament]

Grian/Doc or Grian/Iskall

winners bracket round 1

#hermitshipping #gridoc #griskall #winners bracket #prev poll

[bluesinmarch]

#still trying probably very hard to figure out what Grian ships are popular #as always feel free to suggest your favs 4 a poll #grian #convexian #biggri #griskall #hermitshipping #lemonade stand chatter

[mojo-chojo]

p pirate grian.. g griskall.. 😳

ahah, ahah i am totally normal

#sea fruits au #pirate!grian #pirate!iskall #griskall #my art #mcyt fanart

[saphscorner]

haven't written griskall in like. 2 years. but i've sure been thinking about them, so here's a mindless little fluff drabble!

word count: 436 pairing(s): grian/iskall warnings: none general tags & vibes: fluff, winter, crushes

Wind whipped Grian’s hair as he shivered, retreating further into his sweater. The biting winter air tinted his cheeks a rosy red, his nose burrowed in the thick collar of his jumper to keep him warm. 

As they walked, Iskall glanced over at him, hands in the pockets of their jeans. “You look freezing, dude! No jacket?”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Grian insisted dismissively as he crossed his arms over his chest. His fingertips looked pale and dry from the cold, his body visibly trembling as he shivered.

“Yeah right,” Iskall scoffed. “Here, I’m wearing too many layers anyways.” They shrugged their jacket off their shoulders, holding it out to Grian. 

“What? I’m fine, Iskall, seriously, it’s-” 

“Just put on the jacket, Grian,” Iskall teased. “You’d look good in it.” 

“...I would look good in it,” Grian finally agreed. He smiled as he finally accepted the jacket from Iskall, pulling it on and flexing his fingers against the thick flannel lining and through the cuffs. He buttoned it part of the way up, before pausing in his tracks to admire the jacket, turning left and right to show it off.  

Iskall had to admit, their heart was beating a little quicker seeing Grian in their jacket. Something about that gesture was inherently a little romantic, and besides, Grian did look good in their jacket. Too good, almost. 

They didn’t quite want to entertain those kinds of thoughts. 

“You’re staring,” Grian pointed out with another giggle. 

“I wasn’t staring!” Iskall lied with a laugh. They felt warmth rise to their cheeks, shaking their head as they continued to walk. 

Grian jogged a few paces ahead of them so he could spin around, walking backwards to be face to face with his friend as they talked. “What? Does it look that good on me?”

“I mean, it actually fits well,” Iskall said, “works with the outfit too.” 

Grian grinned as he fell back into step alongside Iskall. He nudged them with his shoulder as they walked. “Thanks, by the way. Don’t freeze on me before we get there!” 

“I’m used to it,” Iskall said. “But man, bring your own coat next time!” 

Grian hummed, his hands sliding comfortably into the pockets of Iskall’s jacket. “I think I’d rather just steal your clothes. You have good taste.” 

“Can’t argue with that,” Iskall teased. Looking over at him, they realized they could get used to this. Winter walks, Grian’s smile, and sharing their own clothes, it all felt like home somehow. 

When Grian moved closer for another playful nudge against his shoulder, Iskall could only smile as they bumped him back.

#hermitshipping #hermitcraft #hermitblr #iskall85 #grian #griskall #i haven't publicly engaged with this ship since like what 2020?? #are there even any griskall enjoyers out there nowadays?? #idk man but if y'all are out there you guys are real ones and this is for YOU #drabble requests are open fyi :) #saphs drabbles

[jamieisamess]

Your honor these are my support MC persona ships–

#mine #shitpost #hermitcraft #hermitshipblr #hermitshipping #hermitblr #grumskall #grumbo #griskall #mumskall #grian x mumbo x iskall #gretho #grietho #grian x etho

[the-fern-sys]

grian, about iskall and mumbo: these are my two partners. and yes, they do redstone

#has this been done before? #hermitshipping #what's the ship name #ill have to look it up #mumskall #grumbo #polytechs #griskall #grumskall #iskall.text #grian | txt #we are in co lol #edit: girl help why did this get notes #the yearning tag #the system records

[kingofthewolvez]

More arkkytek whiteboard doodle cause it’s my blog and I can post what I want <3

#♕ scribbling ~ my art #✎ heart to art ~ art #❏ things to enjoy ~ fandoms #polytechs #griskall #mumskall #grumbo #again. I don’t know what the HC community thinks about ships in the main tag so no main tag for this one #⇥ miners and crafters ~ mcyt

[hmshermitcraft]

Mumbo knows Grian works as a stripper at the local club, and he’s fine with it. But once he finds out a man named Iskall has been hitting on Grian constantly, he’s going to have to draw a line. He can’t have someone else steal his gremlin!

- Can I be Twilight anon?

Mumbo, that’s what the bouncers are for.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #mumbo tag #iskall tag #grumbo #griskall #theme: club AU #suggestive #twilight anon

[a-sociopath-do-your-research]

Hiii!!! I've been following you for a long time. I always wanted to talk to you, but I'm super shy. I just got the guts to do it today (which is weird. this is my first ask ever). I love your posts.

Anyway, a question I've been curious about as a fellow Grumbo shipper: how is the drought treating you? And second, aside from Grumbo, what other hermitcraft/life series ships do you have in your heart?

Hiii omg you're so sweet!!! Thank you!!!

The drought has not been treating me kindly I think I've read every Grumbo fic that's not mumscarian and isn't nsfw on the market,I might have to go and lower my standards soon o7. I'm still holding out hope for that co-owned shop they wanted to make

Other ships I have? Well, Rendoc I think I make that VERY clear.

Also poly architechs/mumskall/griskall, my beloveds, and whatever the fuck Etho/bdubs/joel have going on is really dear to me.

Ranchers and flower husbands I do like, though they're not exactly my faves, you get me?

Anyway I'm not really against any ships per sé (other than Grian/Jimmy but it's cause I see them as brothers), as long as you're not one of those people that force your ships on others I enjoy pretty much anything!!!

Thanks for asking :DD

#oli talks! #grian #hermitshipping #hermit shipping #grumbo #mumskall #griskall #ethubs #ethoel #joeletho #idk their ship tag my bad

[mochiwrites]

Hello mochimoch my favourite mochicat. A polytechs prompt for you: the three of them going on a long distance date while Mumbo is travelling off server and Iskall is doing on Vault Hunters

ueueueue ty void, my favorite void 🥺

reminder that reblogs do more than likes <3

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“Scar is doing what?!”

Iskall’s laugh comes through Grian’s communicator a bit choppy, too echoey and a bit robotic. The call does little in favor of the laugh, but Grian has heard it so much that the sound is forever ingrained in his ears. He can hear it quite clearly.

“He’s certainly more of a menace than a superhero,” Grian chuckles himself, shaking his head. “I think we’re all living in fear of being snipped from behind.”

“Gosh,” Mumbo sighs with a little amused huff, shaking his head. “I guess we got off server at the right time then.” He’s moving something around on camera, hands just out of frame. His sleeves are rolled up, and Grian can see bits of redstone dust on his shirt and face.

“Come on Mumbo,” Iskall says, “knowing your luck Scar’ll keep this up until you get back.” There’s something teasing in his voice, and it makes Grian smile softly, fond.

“I hate that you’re right,” Mumbo grumbles.

“How’s your Vaulting going, Iskall?” Grian inquires, looking at his camera.

With the way the camera is set up, Grian and Mumbo have a good view of the other’s storage set up. They’ve been rummaging through a bunch of their chests for a good portion of the call, crafting things. There’s some kind of altar set up that he’s been setting items down on.

“Oh, just great! Omega success!” Iskall answers, fiddling around with something in his hands. “Haven’t died once.”

There’s something about their tone that makes Grian and Mumbo share a look through the screen. “You totally did, didn’t you?” Grian questions.

“They definitely did.” Mumbo nods sagely in agreement.

“I— gah! Menaces, the two of you,” Iskall grumbles, making them both laugh. Iskall joins in a second later, and warm laughter echoes in the room of Mumbo’s vault. It almost sounds like they’re here with him.

Yearning burns in Grian’s chest as he looks at his partners, his smile softening at the edges. He’s wearing one of Iskall’s green hoodies over his jumper, and each time he breathes in he gets a soft whiff of spruce. Except the smell is beginning to fade. He watches both of them, and he aches.

“Everything alright over there, Gri?” Mumbo asks, looking at him. His camera is mostly clear, allowing Grian to clearly see the concerned look in his eyes.

“Huh?” Grian looks at him. “I’m fine.”

Iskall looks at him with a small frown. “You look like you’re seconds away from crying,” he pauses, “you’re also wearing my hoodie again, Birdie.”

Grian pauses, realizing very easily that he’s been caught. “I’m fine, really,” he says, because he is. He then hesitates, glancing around Mumbo’s unfinished vault. He sighs, wings drooping behind him slightly.

Mumbo had been the first to go off server, saying he needed to rediscover his spark. Grian could see the break was something he needed, and was the first to encourage him to take said break. Iskall was right behind him, and Grian thought he’d be just fine with Iskall around, that it’d make missing Mumbo easier.

But then Iskall had taken a break as well, and Grian was alone. They have their ways of staying in touch, in keeping each other in the loop and making sure they all know how loved they are. If Grian is being honest though, it isn’t the same as being able to fly to Mumbo or Iskall’s bases and flop into their arms. It isn’t the same as being in the same room as they are and laughing along, leaning against them when he can’t hold himself up.

His flock feels incomplete.

“I miss you both,” he admits, fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh Gri,” Mumbo murmurs, “I miss you too.”

Iskall nods, “It’s weird being able to do redstone without worrying about a pesky bird dropping a potato in there.”

“Hey!” Grian squawks, “I didn’t know it’d do that!”

Warm laughter spills from Iskall as they grin at Grian, “And I’ll never let you live it down.” Their grin softens at the edges as their voice goes a bit softer, “I miss you both very much.”

Just hearing them say that makes his chest swell, and rather than diving any further into his emotions, Grian eyes them both, “I’m going to cover both of your bases in chickens. For a welcome home present.”

Mumbo goes pale and mutters something about leaving Grian unsupervised while Iskall laughs. But the important thing is Grian sees his feathers on both their persons (an earring in Mumbo’s ear, a bracelet around Iskall’s wrist), and he melts.

His flock has parts of him, too.

#mochi speaks #polytechs #grumbo #griskall #mumskall #hermitshipping #mochi writes #IM SORRY ABOUT THE ROUGH ENDING AAAAAAAAA

[incorrect-hermitship-quotes]

Griskall perhaps?

Iskall: I know you’re very small, but don’t worry babe, I’ll protect you from anything that may try-

Grian, casually ripping a telephone book in half: You were saying?

#hermitshipping #hermitship #hermitcraft shipping #incorrect hermitship quotes #griskall #grian x iskall #iskall x grian

[grianshipstournament]

Iskall vs Xisuma

losers bracket round 1

#hermitshipping #griskall #grisuma #losers bracket #prev poll

[grians-of-salt]

griskall, anyone? :)

why is grian crying?? idk but its cute so

#hermitship #hermitshipping #griskall #grian #iskall #LPC art