#ghbleer

[lildogie]

An ancestor office AU, for @hiredpencil for @homestuckpolyswap 2025.

[fef-in-the-flesh]

Hi🧍🏼‍♀️

These are months old and my first time drawing on an iPad. I was gonna render More on the first image but gave up lol +sketches/doodles

[mccarrotkarkat]

guys please go read this, it is by far the best fanfic I've ever read, please go read it and be blessed

fanfic masterlist - getting off your high horse

So what was intended to be a little PWP oneshot of an old OTP of mine got out of hand and now there's timeline shenanigans. I am incredibly proud of what I have done so far, however. Here's a list of all the fics in the series with word counts, links, and alternate descriptions to what's on Ao3.

Current word count: 140,090

save a hoofbeast, ride a clown - words: 7,739; complete

The OG fic. Darkleer goes to a bar and pines over the Grand Highblood. It goes far more successfully than he was expecting.

laughter cracking through the walls - words: 10,026; complete

Grand Highblood POV. GHB knows far more than he lets on, and also they have sex on the throne and also in a bath. Feelings happen.

let me take your hands - words: 3,909; complete

Darkleer POV. I affectionately call this one the "murder fic," because there is rather detailed murder and corpse desecration in it. You know, as flirting.

blue all over the windows and the floor - words: 9,979; complete

GHB POV. The candlelit hatedate in which the Highblood calls Darkleer a hypocrite for being fine with lowblood murder but against eating meat from cattle. Also, he becomes fully aware that he is wrapped around Darkleer's little finger when they officially enter into a quadrant.

and yet he tries so hard to please - words: 4,177; complete

Darkleer POV. Directly after the events of the last fic, Darkleer wakes up in GHB's block, watches GHB put on his paint, and realizes he is very, very late to work. No sex in this one, just fluff and feelings.

bring on the dancing horses - words: 8,344; complete

Darkleer POV. I call this one the "ponyplay fic," because it's mostly ponyplay. The Highblood sends him a kink contract and begins negotiations. Featuring "a card humbly inviting one ponybitch to get his guts rearranged at his earliest convenience. Please and thank you, His Tyrannical Levity the Grand Highblood, Father of the Church of the Mirthful Messiahs, Raging Prince Kurloz Makara" as well as the worst references I have made in the entirety of this series.

too much godly muscle (flesh like honey) - words: 6,438; complete

Darkleer POV. In which the Grand Highblood refers to himself as a poor little baa baa and Darkleer doesn't realize his time with the Highblood is very limited.

after all, you're just a silly clown - words: 10,739; complete

GHB POV. Kurloz experiences the same evening over and over again at the behest of Doc Scratch; he can't tell anyone about the future despite being distraught at the appearance of the Signless' meteor. And then he fucks Darkleer on his office desk.

i never did believe in miracles, but i've a feeling it's time to try - words: 6,640; complete

Darkleer POV. As an anniversary present, GHB pierces Darkleer's ear and they exchange rings before going to a fancy restaurant. Going out to eat but also eating out. :o) This one is entirely PWP, with some fluff.

you let me desecrate you - words: 7,209; complete

Darkleer POV. A Twelfth Perigree's Eve fic, although neither of them actually celebrate it. GHB explains some things about the Church, and then they have sex on the pulpit in the Highblood's personal chapel.

the devil is well aware he is adored - words: 3,978; complete

GHB POV. Another PWP, just a lazy night spent in the library. Featuring crossdressing and procrastinating very important writing (which is not at all relatable in the slightest).

all these colors fade for you - words: 45,365; complete

Darkleer, GHB, and Signless POVs. Darkleer infiltrates the Signless' inner circle, Darkleer has a bitchfit about the Empress, GHB and Darkleer have a lot of sex, Darkleer gets into blacksmithing. Two endings, a good end and a bad end.

Bad End Fics:

haunted by antique lipstick smiles - words: 12,645; incomplete

GHB's descendent POV (eventual Darkleer and Brother Pierot POV too). Abarin Makara tries to get his ancestor and his old matesprit back together. I literally had "Alternian Parent Trap" in the outline for this one.

Good End Fics:

of starry skies (and you and me) - words: 2,902; complete

Darkleer POV. PWP in a limousine and in a private box at a wrestling show. GHB makes many terrible jokes at Horuss' expense.

[kusury]

Sweet 🛀 💜✨💙

[hyrulehobbit]

Royal Blood, Royal Hands: Update!

Chapter Summary: With a clever disguise and the help of socialite Lady Terezi Pyrope, Karkat Vantas has made it into the Highblood Court seemingly unnoticed. But the night is yet young, and he may have caught someone’s eye.

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Gamzee Makara/Tavros Nitram, Darkleer/Grand Highblood, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, all ships are gonna be slow burners and i will add more as I go, GHBLeer is hinted/possibly unrequited/they're stoic and repressed/they're idiots Characters: Gamzee Makara, Kurloz Makara, Grand Highblood, ghb, Darkleer, Equius Zahhak, HIC, Her Imperious Condescension - Character, The Condesce, Karkat Vantas, Tavros Nitram, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Terezi Pyrope Additional Tags: Kingdomstuck, High Fantasy, AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternia, Alternian Empire, Alternia is a feudal kingdom basically, with families and thrones and politics, think "game of thrones but with aliens", I will make more detailed posts about the nature of the AU as I go, tagged as gen because although there are ships they are not central to the plot, Pale Romance | Moirallegiance, pale gamkar, miracrails, there's possible reds between karkat and terezi but they're just very close and affectionate friends, possible past karezi Summary:The King, The Grand Highblood, is dying. His first born son has abandoned the family name, leaving his much too young second born as heir to the throne. But is the shy and awkward Gamzee ready for such responsibility?

[lizardlicks]

with his quadrants GHB is private and affectionate.

(Happy birthday kayahdhorsemaiden!)

[no-rizz-gideon]

Ok so my GF and I went to MCM Darkleer @psieridani GHB @squeezedoutofmiracles

[lildogie]

Title: Slap Your John Hancock across the Dotted Line Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Homestuck, Hiveswap Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grandpa/Bro, Darkleer/Bro, GHB/Bro, GHB/Darkleer/Bro, Alpha Dave/Bro, GHB/Darkleer  Characters: Bro Strider, Darkleer (Homestuck), Grandpa Harley, Alpha Dave Strider, Tagora Gorjek, Mom Lalonde, GHB  Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Alternian Colonized Earth, Alternate Universe - No Sburb/Sgrub Sessions, genetically modified humans, Colonialism, Gladiators, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Power Bottom, Switching, Vaginal Sex, Large Insertion, Bulges and Nooks (Homestuck), large bulge, Cervical Penetration, Oviposition, Impregnation, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Come Inflation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Polyamory, Wake-Up Sex, Kink Negotiation, Enthusiastic Consent, Virtual/Contractual/Actual Enslavement, Threesome - M/M/M, Trans Male-analogous Sci-Fi Anatomy (Bro), Nook Fingering (Homestuck), Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Belly Bulge, Belly Kink, Oviparous Trolls (Homestuck), Xenobiology, Size Difference, Purring Trolls (Homestuck), Sibling Incest, Surrogacy, Fight Scene, Body Hair, Nipple Play, Kissing, Belly Expansion, Consensual Somnophilia, Dirty Talk, Muscles, Bodily Fluids, saliva, POV Third Person, Semi-Ironic Use of the Word "Daddy", Sex Work, Brief cameos by other characters - Freeform, legalese, Size Kink Summary:

Earth has been an Alternian colony for centisweeps, and the human population has been extensively modified. Some of those modifications serve the reproductive needs of an oviparous species deployed far from the nearest Mother Grub capable of incubation.

Ambrose Strider, one of history's greatest human gladiators and current Earth champion, doesn't need the cash he could earn by incubating a big shot's clutch. But there is one thing all his fighting accolades and prize money haven't been able to buy him, and for that, there's very little he wouldn't do.

[fef-in-the-flesh]

OK NVM BEING CRINGE N FREE SO SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT (I’m still so embarrassed about ship art so erm mb)

Anyway awful tyrannical clown and some sweaty executioner before their divorce era

Extra doodle and the og ref!!

[harlequinmistress]

abandoned draft

This is what eventually became “of starry skies (and you and me)” - I was in a wrasslin’ kind of mood back then.

The Grand Highblood teaches the Executor some tricks of the trade. The trade is wrestling.

"It's a motherfucking shame that the concupiscent partner of the Father of the Church of the Mirthful Messiahs ain't know shit 'bout wrestlin' or the church," the Highblood lectures as they walk the stage to the wrestling ring, in the middle of an empty auditorium. 

They reach the ring, and the Highblood easily steps a leg over the highest rope, before sitting down on it to lower it down for Horuss to comfortably step over it as well. 

"Thank you, sir," the Executor says as he steps into the ring proper.

"Ain't a thing, ponybitch mine. You mind refreshin' my memory 'bout what a motherfucker already told you?" 

"There are two types of wrestlers," Horuss says, "heels and wrigglerfaces. Heels are the antagonists, and wrigglerfaces the protagonists."

"Excellent! And which motherfucker's the heavyweight champ right now?" 

"The Hangtroll." 

“So,” the Grand Highblood starts. “The middle of the ring is pretty motherfucking soft. It’s just foam. So usually you’d do most of your flippy-flips and slams there.” He says, jumping in the middle of the ring, atop a simplified version of his clown paint which serves as the logo of his premiere wrestling company, apparently, to show the springiness. 

The Executor nods, his stance unsteady, bounced by the Highblood’s enthusiastic demonstration.

“But, if you really ain’t like a motherfucker,” the Highblood walks to the ropes and stomps down on the edge of the ring, which had no give whatsoever. “You slam ‘em down face fuckin’ first on the apron. It’s steel.” 

“But wouldn’t that seriously hurt the performer?” Horuss asks sincerely. “Is that not against the purpose of this type of wrestling?” 

“If I knew who the little bitch what came up with sports entertainment was, I’d cull ‘em,” the Highblood says, leaning against the ropes, his arms spread wide over the top rope. “Special occasions you can seriously hurt a motherfucker. But the audience always loves some fuckin’ blood. 'S why steel chairs and thumbtacks are so fuckin' popular.” 

Horuss makes some little noncommittal noise. He finds the lowblood masses the Highblood has cultivated as an audience distasteful, vastly preferring the refined and dignified nature of muscle theater. There was less pandering of vicarious violence, the wrestlers did not assume characters, and each match was a genuine competition of skill. 

“You ever take a bump?” The Highblood asks. 

“That depends on what type of bump you are referring to, sir.” 

“You’re fucking hilarious, ponybitch.” The Highblood says blandly. "Answer the goddamn question."

“Yes, I have.” 

“Good!” The Highblood says, before moving fast towards Horuss and grabbing his arm with one hand. With the other, he grabs Horuss by the thigh and lifts him up onto his shoulders, rotating him about before falling back and slamming Horuss down on the middle of the ring. 

He yelps, the ring makes a horrific sound and the fabric around the perimeter swooshes up with the impact. But, like the Highblood had demonstrated, the foam padding took most of the impact and left Horuss wholly uninjured. 

“That was a bodyslam,” the Highblood says helpfully, sitting near Horuss. 

Horuss lays there, slightly stunned. His size made it unlikely for most to manhandle him such, and so the Highblood easily slinging him around like he weighs nothing is disarming. And somewhat arousing. But the Executor is dedicated to having this outing be entirely free of sexual activity. 

Not that has happened over often, but Horuss still tries his best. He crumbles against the force of the Highblood's lust like a professionally prepared macaron now, instead of a wet paper bag. 

Progress, however minimal, is worth celebration. 

The Highblood stands and offers his hand to Horuss. He accepts and lets the Highblood haul him standing. 

Only to have the Highblood put his hands around Horuss' waist, hold Horuss' substantial bulk over his back-bowed head, and fall backwards.

They hit the mat at the same time, the ring shuddering at their combined weight. 

"And that was a suplex," the Highblood says. "You take 'em great, ponybitch." 

"Thank you, sir," Horuss says, back flat on the ring. 

"A motherfucker is gonna teach ya a little move now," the Highblood says, standing once more and gesturing to Horuss to stand, too. "It's a whip. You like those, don't ya, damsire?" 

Horuss narrows his eyes and the Highblood smiles at him oh so sweetly. 

"Yes, sir," he grumbles, standing up. 

"Grab my wrist," the Highblood instructs. "And I'll grab yours." 

"You're not going to throw me again, are you?" 

"Naw," the Highblood responds. "I'm gonna let you throw me this time." 

Horuss perks up and grabs the Highblood's wrist, the Highblood grabbing his in turn. 

"Good and motherfuckin' well," the Highblood says, "You don't want to let go too early with this one." 

Horuss tightens his grip slightly. "Yes, sir." 

[kusury]

♑💜:MmYy lOoVeE iIsS DeeVoOtIoOn

♐💙: My love is devotion

[hyrulehobbit]

Royal Blood, Royal Hands

Chapter 4 Update!

A fantasy kingdomstuck AU fic

Summary: The King, The Grand Highblood, is dying.His first born son has abandoned the family name, leaving his much too young second born as heir to the throne.But is the shy and awkward Gamzee ready for such responsibility? Pairings: Genfic with hints of Grand Highblood/Darkleer and will include Gamzee/Tavros and a handful of other quadrant ships at a later date. In This Chapter: Darkleer’s perspective. Gamzee has been terribly quiet and lonely since the departure of his brother, but Lord Zahhak may have found the perfect solution to this problem.

Read it on AO3 // Support my writing on Ko-Fi!

[ghb-leer]

Trying to make your ship a bit cute like...

[no-rizz-gideon]

Kingdomstuck. Slow burn. Makaras (with a side of gamtav and unrequited GHBleer) All that PAINFUL shit By the beautiful and cruel @hyrulehobbit, just starting out, get it fresh, shred your heart.

[fef-in-the-flesh]

This is what I meant when I say I ship Redglare and GHB vs I ship Darkleer and GHB btw

Every other interpretation is wrong 🙏

[harlequinmistress]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darkleer/Grand Highblood (Homestuck), Darkleer & The Handmaid (Homestuck), Original Troll Character(s)/Original Troll Character(s) (Homestuck), Kurloz Makara/Horuss Zahhak Characters: Darkleer (Homestuck), Horuss Zahhak, Grand Highblood (Homestuck), Kurloz Makara, Original Troll Character(s) (Homestuck), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Ancestors (Homestuck), Post-Divorce, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Substance Abuse, Road Trips, Cult of the Mirthful Messiahs Series: Part 13 of getting off your high horse Summary:

Immediately after the events of the Bad End. Abarin Makara finds himself far more important than he ever thought.

Featuring inappropriate relations with members of the clergy, half-baked schemes to get Mother and Father back together, and explicit discussions of fine art.