#Knickolas Pnackleless Hob

[clemtiness]

Idk what to say except acofaf is so pretty (in aesthetics and message) and makes me want to draw pretty art

[hellishfig]

KNICKOLAS

PNACKLELESS

HOB

[notesbynor]

Ugly crying, sobbing, lying on the floor, rocking back and forth, hyperventilating, absolutely inconsolable.

[grimeye-j]

Another round of funny Dimension 20 Wiki screenshots

(This will probably be the last one, cause it takes kind of a long time to scroll through the Wiki to find anything worth sharing)

[transformersweatpants]

K.P Hob is up on my patreon!

[magicratfingers]

More comfort goblin

[fluffyquill]

Happy Ostara everyone!

Introducing the newest member of the Court of Craft ❤️

[thesweetpianowritingdownmylife]

*banging pots and pans together* I'm unwell about a new thing, which is actually a couple of years old thing and as such might not get a lot of attention, but I hope you can check it out!

[birdhouse-art]

Honor Bound

commissions open !

[d20-ritz-stimzz]

" Wonderful news. I've fallen in love! "

🎖 🐻 🎖 × 🐻 🎖 🐻 × 🎖 🐻 🎖

Captain Knickolas Pnackeless Hob !

[knottyroseswrites]

Ready to fight Brennan Lee Mulligan for naming Hob the way he did, because admid peak romance I also must try and hold my composure at reading/hearing fucking Knickolas Pnackleless Hob

[wearywolfzzzz]

I really miss Them

[brennan-lee-mother]

Reading my old writing and just thinking, wait, am I good? It's almost as if I'm my own target audience.

Anyway here's some RueHob angst and some RueHob yearning for your reading pleasure

[notesbynor]

The autistic bffs from ACOFAF!! Who else should i draw?

[my-clerical-gnomance]

i need people to stop talking abt hob sandman on my dash so much

i keep getting my hopes up that folks are k.p. posting ]:/

[rainteaanddragons]

The Honourable Option

Wuvvy doesn’t follow Hob and Rue toward the end of the archway.

Hob takes a chance, making a decision that he might not have otherwise needed to.

Rue realises something and makes it known.

or

A canon divergence of the angsty painful kind.

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Suntar’s scream is engulfed by the sound of the storm swirling outside as she sees her comrade dead upon the floor. Hob’s Halberd still stuck in his chest. She whips around to face Hob anger burning in her eyes as she states her command in his head.

Kill them all.

Hob feels the spell like a drop of rainwater in the middle of his scalp which splatters then spreads down throughout his whole body. He feels as his intentions cloud over as the command does its work and his control is sucked into a pocket of his mind.

With a few taps to his legs, a clap of his claws, and a slap to his forehead – a goblin salute – words are pulled from his mouth that are his own but not of his own will.

“You’ve got it.”

He knows now that this command, just like any other, is one he will carry out to fruition.

“Uhh, Major Hob?” Squak questions.

It is not of his own will that he wrenches the Halberd from Apollos chest and turns on Squak. Hob finds himself screaming internally, stuck in his own mind as he turns on his friend. He finds himself thankful at least that Squak has the ingeniousness to use Apollo’s corpse as a shield, as with every swing, his strength to fight against the spell weakens.

Hob knows that he shouldn’t be able to fight this like he is. Suntar’s mind must be on so many things for him to be able to think for himself at all – even if he cannot control his limbs. It is at this point though, that Hob hear’s footsteps, as Rue catches up and enters the room. and he has never been so thankful that the spells hold on him is as weak as it’s become.

“Major Hob?” Their voice sounds reproachful, but through that, their tone is confused. “Knickolas!”

Then they speak again, louder this time, and Hob feels as their voice pierces fog of the spell, but only for a heart-breaking moment as they use his first name. He can’t react at first, the magic of Suntar’s spell wanting a close on Squak first, before turning on another. Then as Rue starts to work their own arcane magic on the portal, the spell turns his attention, and his gaze locks squarely on Rue.

Hob turns, and with every ounce of effort trying to fight his own strength, he raises his weapon to strike then-

“He was mine to control!” Suntar screams in fury.

In that moment, Hob feels Suntar’s hold on the spell weaken, only for a second, but it is just enough time for Hob to take control. With Rue still in his sights, he knows exactly what he has to do. The only thing that will save them.

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Rue hears the sharp clink of glass shattering on concrete, and then the soft thump of a body hits the ground, but they can’t look, not yet. Still focused on the arcane power they are pouring from themself into the archway. They would be lying though if they said they didn’t think that they had a sinking feeling they knew what had just occurred.

As they turn their head towards the source of the sound, Chirp enters the room at a run. Rue’s gaze is torn, but as the last of their arcane power fades, the reality of what they see turns their attention away from Chirp as she begins to work her own arcane power on the archway.

Hob is now lying on the ground, one clawed hand inches away from a small shattered vial. A vial Rue recognises to be from the tea party earlier in the bloom. Hob is shaking, his clawed fists clenched, and he is gritting his teeth in what could only be pain.

Rue’s attention is completely taken by the sight of Hob on the ground. So much so that even Binx and Andhera’s arrival is only a blur in the foreground as they kneel next to Hob.

“Hob.” Rue manages to speak, still not sure how to react to the scene before their eyes. Moments ago they had been in a heated conversation with Hob, one in which they had spoken their feelings towards him plainly, but had accepted that with the revelations beforehand that there was no way Hob felt the same way. Were Rue’s feelings still strong, still true? Yes. But had Hobs words hit hard? Of course. Not enough so though, for Rue to not want to do something, anything. “Knickolas!” They then try, but there is no response. Hob can only rasp for breath.

Anger flairs in Rue as they realise what Hob had done. They didn’t need saving, in no world would they ever need saving, yet that is what Hob had taken upon himself to do. Did they appreciate the gesture and what it may mean? Of course, but what could they do to do the same in return for him. They had poured all their arcane power into keeping the portal open.

Rue’s attention is pulled momentarily towards the duel currently going on between Suntar and Andhera, though from what it seems, there is now more talking than fighting. Anger bubbles again somewhere in Rue’s chest as they stand and walk over to the pair. They are standing in silence now, Suntar takes a step back and a dark cloud forms behind her.

With a shout and a flash of light Chirp counters Suntar’s attempt to leave.

Rue stops up, the image of Hob’s shaking body still on the ground vivid in their mind. “You really shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn’t have done any of that.” Rue then puts all of their energy into shoving Suntar into the now permanently open archway.

Rue then turns, and moves slowly to kneel next to Hob again. They cradle a claw to Hobs fury cheek. Through their deep focus on Hob’s form, Rue notices as Andhera kneels on Hob’s other side.

“What happened?”

“Suntar, she cast some sort of control magic on magic on him. He was trying to kill Lord Airavis, then his attention turned to me as I started to work on the archway.”

In the momentary silence, there didn’t seem to be a need as to why Hob might have done what he did in that moment.

“That’s one of the vials from the tea party.” Rue added numbly.

“The poison?” Andhera clarifies.

“The poison.”

Andhera reaches out and gently rests his hands on Hob’s chest. “Then I can cleanse him of it.”

Moments later Hob lets out a rasping gasp and his eyes snap open as he sits up. “Oh, ughhh, that was, that- not nice. Horrid, in fact, and goblins consume all matter of, uhh, strange flavours.” He coughs, then stares around. “So, it seems it worked then.”

“Worked?” Rue mutters to themself. “Worked?” They repeat, louder this time. Their anger bubbling over once more. “If almost getting yourself killed was your plan, then yes, it worked! If the Prince Andhera hadn’t been here then you would be dead, and where would we be then? Where would I be with the knowledge that you drank that poison at the first chance you got once you realised what might happen. Not what would happen, but what might happen. You talk of honour, Major Hob, and of acts of servitude, but what you did could only be described as selfish.” Rue pauses for breath. Allowing themself time to take in Hob’s shocked, and almost bashful expression. They wonder for a moment if they might have taken it too far, but only for a moment.

“Rue, I-” Hob begins, his voice rough. “I apologise, for what I put you through, I did not think.”

“No, you did not.”

“In my defence,” Hob starts, then pauses, as if rearranging his thoughts. “In my defence, I could not lived with myself if I had done you any harm.”

Rue isn’t sure what to respond to that. They stare at Hob in a new light. His gentle expression, with all his attention locked on them. He hadn’t looked at them like that before.

“So you took yourself out.”

Hob takes a deep breath, then blows it out through his nose. “I could see no other way.”

“Next time, trust that the outcome, whatever that may be, would never justify your death.”

“I-”

“Even,” Rue interrupts, “at the cost of my life. I can look after myself.” They then sigh, and offer Hob a small smile, “You are welcome to look after me, Knickolas, but only if it isn’t at the cost of your own life.”

Hob clears his throat. “I am sure I can manage that.”

“You better.”

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I am still emotional about these two and this whole show! So I wrote something that made me more emotional 😅🥺