#THREAD; ( HOB )

[amielot]

Hiii @embroiderling here. Can we see Dinner V2?

Thanks 💕

This WIP is from the HGAU!

It takes place after Hob and Dream finally find his herd. Dream arriving with a human is met with VERY mixed reception.

This comic features Desire sitting across the table from Hob and Dream at dinner....

they silently hold up vegetables like "???????" They start with a green bean and just keep picking progressively bigger vegetables.

IYKYK

Hob wants to die. Dream wants to stab his sibling.

I've mentioned before that I have a creator thread on the Mr.Sadman discord server and occasionally someone will "yes, and" something so funny/ in character/incredible that I have to draw it. This one came from @the-apocrypha XDXD the snippets they pitched for this were absolutely amazing and def deserve a read.

[moderndaypandora]

jenny moves to london* and gets to find out how fucking expensive it is, even with the insurance from her butcher shop blowing up. she lands a job as a bartender in a pub because she does have customer service experience, and her willingness to intimidate belligerent drunks with a meat cleaver makes up for her generally abrasive personality.

"i thought americans are supposed to be smiley?" you thought wrong, motherfuckers, now order or leave.

she gets away with it because the pub owner seems to find her funny and said he has a soft spot for socially inept goths, they remind him of his boyfriend. pub owner's only his side gig, anyway. he's a professor or something at a local university. he's nice enough to drink with sometimes, and he's the most average guy she's ever met, outside of his name. what the fuck kind of nickname is hob, anyway? whatever. all that matters to jenny is he has zero contact with the paranormal at all, he's not interested in her romantically, and she can pay for her life in london**.

*with what visa? doesn't matter. that's a problem for show writers to actually solve or conveniently ignore in season 2. for the sake of excusing it in my own brain, she qualifies for a uk ancestry visa due to a single grandparent coming from the uk (gi bride in wwii?) and birthing one of her parents in a commonwealth country (canada) before the entire family emigrated to port townsend. **mostly. crystal's parents are unknowingly funding a 2-bedroom flat in north london only a 10 minute bus ride from the finsbury park station on the picadilly line. jenny would love to pretend she's too proud to let an infant pay her rent, but she doesn't lie to herself and london is almost unaffordable.

[designtheendless]

More Dog Hob please. Like he has a William Shakespeare toy that he rips to shreds.

I think about this frequently

[youcanseethecosmos]

how are we doing today fellow ferdinand kingsley feral enjoyers?

[leschanceux]

@amalgamatedmuses wanted hob! -

"Sometimes, when I can't sleep, I think about Will Shaxberd and what he made of himself. What you made of him."

[brittlebutch]

brennan trend of characters who view their bodies not necessarily as themselves but as a Tool they can use to earn favor from / a place with other people (often as an Apology for who they are) has me thinking about Zelda's Ending of All Things vision again

[darlingflight-archived]

@slashaer​ liked for a starter

——— ❛ I SAW FAIRIES when i was a girl, ❜ though she suspected the neverland residents must be of a different sort, given their size and form; this she wisely chose not to remark upon, lest it cause some unintentional offense. ❛ . . .i hadn’t thought to meet any again as an adult. ❜ 

[ofknowlcdge]

"The cat's back again." @ Hob {Alex}

Hob smiled, laughed because he seemed to realize that the cat was bound to return. As if that was something you can get rid of. "Of course, the cat's back again. It's like an invitation."

[atl0yalty]

         [         we make assumptions about people based on their size          ]          /          gentle smile forms on faintly pink lips as aurora looked up at the captain. she was bigger now than she was when she was young, but she paled in comparison to the size of @goblincaptain at her side.     his blunt acknowledgement of her stature, while initially had taken her aback, had caused no offense at the time. rather a devout determination to prove him wrong. and prove him wrong she had.          '          shall i save you the indignity of an apology, captain hob?          '          she teased lightly, a small bounce to her step as she walked beside him. smile grows, grin bright as the girl turned princess turned queen raised a delicate brow, the turn of her head highlighting the line of her jaw and the length of her neck, blonde hair braided messily left to drape over her shoulder.          '          i may be only human, but i am hardly helpless. even if i am much smaller than you-     and i could have been terrified of you when we first met, you know. big as you are.          '          a pointed look fixed on the goblin, to emphasise her point.

[eyeknowmayhem]

"give me a heads up next time." (from 07 SF, for hob <3)

“What do ya mean next time- I know you weren’t doing anything before this.” The padlock pops off with ease, and the gate opens. For a natural history and science museum, the greenhouse isn’t even close to being locked up nice and secure. If he hadn’t- say, mapped over most of the security measures inside he would’ve thought they wanted to be stolen from. Regardless he’s stepping in, fresh mulch and moisture hitting his nose. The gate swings shut behind them, and hob keeps walking.

Nothing in the plants seems particularly useful- his guess is that it’s meant for the terrariums downstairs. He steps between fallen leaves and knarled branches. “If I gave you a heads up you would’ve told me no.” As if Superfly had anything to do tonight- they both know that’s a lie. Hob … had nothing in particular to do either. As if he’ll waste a perfectly clear night negotiating with- fellow lesser beings. No, here he can keep his claws out. He plucks a star shaped leaf from one of the pots. “…you know any of these? We could get you a new pet. Or do you prefer rocks.” His eyes squint with his same smug smile. He thinks his joke is funny, at least.

[eyeknowmayhem]

It’s the humble, almost subdued question from superfly that makes him turn around. The bag is practically a toy in his massive claw and yet. Here he was asking for permission for something that, frankly, hob had no business trying to dictate what’s the right or wrong thing to do. The last time he tried, mondo tried to fight him and it’s just, he has enough headaches. So hob shrugs and takes the bag from him. “I’ll take care of it, buzzkill. I told you, I’d get somethin for the rest of ‘em and this is just their spoils of war. They don’t gotta know the specifics.” And it means, in the end, if they ask about why they’re so specific… well, they don’t need to know. Hob can be psychic for all he gave a shit.

He can get back from the employee’s entrance, onto the fire escape easily. So he’ll take his time heading out, waiting for the other. “And if they ask I won’t say. It’s not my circus. I got enough of those.” He nudges into his arm as they walk. It’s… like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, as strange as it sounds. Tonight has been a successful breaking and entering, a little bit of stealing but well— it wasn’t really about that, was it? Call it what you want, hob can go home and sleep with the knowledge that, hey, maybe superfly’s going to be okay. Maybe he will, too. Which, reminds him, actually.

“You’re flying me back, right?”

     LAUGHTER BUBBLES TO the fly mutant’s lips, and it takes quite an amount of willpower not to let it erupt into a loud guffaw at Hob’s response regarding feeding Pete the horsefly candy just to spite him for his joke. Superfly returns the little cannon to its rightful hook as Hob remarks how firing a gun would knock him over. He somehow doubts this, but rather than debate this hypothetical, he simply replies, “ Nah, I don’t mess with that stuff. Don’t need to when I got this bad boy. “ His metal claws clink as he taps them together. Of course, it looks a little less threatening when it has some colourful gift bag hanging from it, but still.

     Speaking of…he’s realizing now that for all of his gathering of items, he actually hasn’t asked Hob a somewhat important question. When this occurs to him, he hesitates at first, opting to wordlessly stand by the exit while Hob makes his ‘inspection’ of the register that he pretends he doesn’t notice. However, it inevitably reaches his tongue, figuring it was best to ask sooner than later:  “ Say, uh…you don’t— you don’t mind giving these to my folks, do ya’ ? “ He lifts his claw with the bag slightly, indicating the collection of objects he has. “ ‘S fine if not, I could figure out how to get it to ‘em without— “ Without seeing them. “ Well. I could get ‘em to ‘em, if you didn’t want to, is all. Oh, but uh— if you do, though, could you also maybe…not let ‘em know they’re from me. It’d, uh…probably be for the best right now. “

     He knows it’s weird. Or, at least, he feels that it could be. To want to still do something nice for them, even though they want nothing to do with him, even though he’s, thus far, respected their wish for space and has no desire to intrude. Maybe this is overstepping. Maybe he’s being too damn sentimental, coming to this shop and finding things and thinking of them as though everything were normal. He doesn’t know; he just knows he still cares about them and— would like to do this small, nice thing for them. Not as a plea for their forgiveness  ( the fact that he’d prefer not telling them says as much ), but just because…they’re his family.

[thesillydoll]

Im in.

[densewentz]

Unnecessarily Complex Fit Inktober Day 3 is for Hope!Hob who made the mistake of letting his ridiculous stranger pick his Hope threads rip (look its unnecessarily complex for Hob, and also me, because I am a tired worm)

[writing-for-life]

The Endless Are Not Their Opposite--They Only Define It

I read quite often, on here and elsewhere, that the Endless are also their opposite (@tickldpnk8 and I were just talking about an interesting thread on Reddit), so I just decided to speed-complete this one and get it out of my drafts before it dies in there (so not as much in-depth as originally planned, but sometimes, you just need to run with it 🤣).

The Endless are not their opposite. They define it. It’s a (in my mind, and I’d love to hear what you think) massive difference. And they define their opposite by their absence. If they truly were their opposite, it would give very different meaning to canon, and if we were to do so, a lot of it wouldn't make sense in my view.

Dream is not also reality. He defines it. He is, and forever will be, unreality. It is his absence that defines reality. A dream that becomes real isn't a dream anymore--it's real. That’s the main reason why pulling the ship into reality in Overture weakens him. If he were reality, he could have just snapped his fingers and make it happen. If he were reality, a lot of his problems wouldn't be... well, problems. The fact he is (a) D/dream is pretty much why all his relationships are doomed to fail. Dreams don't last. Dreams are forever strange and can't be truly known.

Delirium is not also sanity/clarity. She defines it through her absence. And when she pulls herself together like in Brief Lives, it hurts her "muchly". It is immeasurable pain for her because it is what she is not and cannot be for any extended period of time without hurting herself.

Despair is not also hope. She defines it via her absence. As long as you hope, you don’t despair. If Despair were also hope, we would not have 6 issues of Overture very clearly showing us who and what H/hope is. If Despair were also hope, we wouldn't need a little girl called Hope reach out her hand and touch Dream—he would have a sister who could do it. But the only time Despair shows up for him, so to speak, is after he killed Orpheus—make of that what you will.

Death is not also life. She defines it. The fact that she is there at your beginning does not mean she is the one who gives you life. She is there so you will remember her, always (and especially when she takes your hand), hence you will cherish life. She does not directly give life to immortals either--they are immortal because of her absence, because she withholds her gift, like she does with Orpheus and Hob (the Eblis-situation has nothing to do with anything in my mind and is linked to a funeral rite, and we are clearly told it is not something she usually does [“it’s been so long”], or is remotely comfortable doing. It is just that she is the Endless that is most life-adjacent and hence the one who will have to do it. Just like Dream is the most reality-adjacent and hence the one who has to pull the ship).

Destruction is not also creation. He defines it. He is what gives us the blank slate, he is what makes creation possible, he is what starts the cycle and ends it, but he is not creation himself. Keeping on destroying makes creation impossible. There needs to be a pause, a break for creation to come to fruition—the absence of destruction. If he were also creation, he wouldn't create so badly (to the extent that it is canonically turned into a running gag), and being around him and seeking him out wouldn't be an issue. But it is.

Desire is not also hatred (I’m still not sure if hatred is really the opposite of desire, but I’ll run with it because that’s what Gaiman chose). They define it via their absence. You know how Dream doesn’t want Desire in his life anymore after one major spat (whether he had reason to or overreacted isn’t really the issue). And what feelings are often left in the absence of Desire? And what does Desire feel and gets themselves tangled up in because they are pushed away and are basically not acknowledged/desired by their own sibling despite constantly trying to show him they are important (desire is not just a sexual thing, people, get your mind out of the gutter 🤣)? Yeah, about that one… There is definitely a different type of enmeshment here which sometimes seems a bit plot-hole-y to me, but I think that might be down to the fact that Desire is the chosen antagonist (and even that, only to a degree until they aren’t). Even so, it still makes sense.

Destiny is not also freedom. He is the absence of it. All paths lead to the same end. Or a decision you make was the decision you were going to make all along, and what looks like a different ending was the ending that would have happened anyway. And even if you choose, the book will start to make that choice destiny again. Only Delirium knows what’s not in his book, and in this universe, the only true freedom is not bound by any rules, logic or sanity…

[eyeknowmayhem]

She’s lying. Hob knows that. She’s in no state to be fixing the splint or the bandages or the possible skull fracture or a million other piling injuries. He’s like, 90 percent sure that Cleo is more scar tissue than turtle. He’d laugh but it’s not funny. He puffs away, and the weight on his chest subdues, if only for a moment. “Eh, you’ll be fine. I broke my tailbone falling out of a window and I can walk alright. Just don’t do flying kicks or whatever it is you ninjas do.” The cigarette in his mouth shifts as he talks. “Why not get egghead to look at it? He’s probably got some gizmo that’ll fix it right up. Or a robot leg. Donnie seems like the type.”

He leans back, tail draped across Cleo’s good leg. He needs to mull over his options, definitely needs to start doing perimeter patrols and fortifying headquarters; he doubts Cleo getting her shit rocked will be the end of it, not by a long shot. So with the last puff of the cigarette he can ash it on the floor, then pulls out his phone. It flips open and its tiny screen just barely comes to life. “I’ll call him right now, and you can talk to Raph with me on speaker. He can know you’re not roadkill, you see your Boytoy, it’s a win win.” he squints down at it; he swore he knew the number. Not like he has others he's gotta memorize in his ol noggin. So, he presses call. He better answer, or he's kicking his lil green ass.

CLEO WATCHED AS Hob began dressing her wound, setting her hat down and tilting her head slightly to allow him better access. Her breath was slowing, a sign that she was, at the very least, beginning to calm down and relax, and beginning to go back to her usual stoic, sassy demeanor. Even with a gigantic migraine. And the lingering threat of the one person who'd ever managed to scare her on her mind...but she wasn't about to say that out loud, not now, not in front of Hob.

" AH'M SURE THAT'S gonna go swell, " she added with her usual twinge of sarcasm. She knew full well exactly how Raph could be -- impulsive and quick to jump to conclusions, even if the truth was right in front of his fucking face. And she loved Raph, more than life itself...but fuckin' HELL, he could be an idiot. " Boytoy is certainly a...way a' viewin' it, ah' reckon. " She wasn't going to comment on that second part. Anything that happened would be on her shoulders regardless, as was the eternal curse with her and her self blame bullshit.

HER EXPRESSION REMAINED exactly the same as she watched him move, and she eyed down her leg for a moment, trying to remember exactly what the doctor had done the first time her leg had gotten broken after being pushed falling out that window, but her mind was just as fuzzy as her vision, and honestly, all she remembered of that day was Carlton and the smell of the hospital room.

" LOOKS JUS' DANDY, " she lied through her teeth, wanting this shit to be over with. Though, when Hob lit her cigarette, Cleo finally took the chance to shut up and take a drag, letting the mutant feline do his job and talk ( even if she took a second to chuckle at the sight of his fancy shmancy lighter -- all she had was a cheap Dollar Store lighter she'd found on the ground in the sewers. ) " M' sure she is, " she replied once she blew out a cloud of smoke above his head, trying to avoid blowing it in his face. " Hopefully ah' can still walk after this. Bad enough ah' already got that limp. "

[leschanceux]

@immortalmuses wanted mouse roulette! -

❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜