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Say hi pack of pixies!
K.P. Hob and Delloso de la Rue are actually t4t butchfemme because I said so and thus it is true. No further comments.
you touch my body like it's dressed in disease / and you're the only savior i need
Honestly so funny that one of the most important scenes in ACOFAF, and the one where Rue first falls in love with Captain Hob, takes place immedietly after Hob loudly admits to eating "shit-caked macarons" in front of Rue.
My brain short circuited when I saw them and couldn’t decide which shitpost to draw.
someone protect my boy
English is not my native language and I spend two hours to understand that letter from captain K. P. Hob to Wrackingspelt. Brennan went monologuing for two minutes using phrases and words I didn't know and in fact after translating a bunch of it I spend extra time to google the meanings for words I didn't understand even in my native language. What a ride. Thank you mister Mulligan for tricking me into studying.
Also here is the captain's letter to Wrackingspelt for everyone who is interested:
My dearest Wrackingspelt, in the execution of one's duties in service to king and court, it becomes necessary at times to place in the confidence of ones most trusted and privileged compatriots, the secret misgivings of tender sentiment to which even the steadiest hearts may be compelled in the face of rank uncertainty and tribulation, defiant of all preparations in the narrow precognition of their host, to wit, the burden of execrable misery, far from waning with the passing hours, counters all adages and aphorisms, whose musings are rendered mendacious on the passage of time and its remediation of want or injury. It instead waxes with all the venom and ferocity of an asp, such that your humble servant must fail in knowing rest or peace or hope. It is a dull and dreary ache. The most dispassionate tempest whose ruinous wake strands where it cannot destroy.
This pompous speech with complex turns of phrase broke my brain. And what’s even funnier is that in fact this letter was ultimately understood by a HORSE.