#h&b

[m00ndusst]

drops these and skedaddles

[hellandbey0nd]

— Hell and Beyond —

[Narrator] Welcome welcome ! Make yourself cozy and let me introduce you to this place ..

[Narrator] Now , some rules first :

- Be at least over the age of 15 or 16 . We cannot directly enforce it but because of possible ( very ) mature themes we recommend you being over that age , you have been warned

- No being weird , will either be deleted or ignored

- Ask away ! Any type of question is allowed , no explicit nsfw though .

[Narrator] Anything else lies in your hands ..

. . .

[Narrator] Now that is settled , how about we meet the cast hm ?

Sol! The ‘sunshine’ out of the- .. two. Willing to help with anything and everything! Need something? He is the one to go to!

“Your friend and helper! Available at all times!”

Lun! He is more shy but he loves taking care of people, need advice or want quiet company? he is more than glad to be there for you!

“Ah.. hugs? cuddles? pats? anything to be of help..!”

[Narrator] And lasty-! mh.

[Sol] Ah! That is all, thank you lovely Narrator! And to you all, hope to see you soon!! We will have so much FUN!

[Narrator] . . . yes. Asks are currently OPEN.

We hope we all will have a good time together .

[dawnhab]

You looked very familiar. Its like i saw you in a dream. I wanted to draw you. How are you nowadays, Sol? Anything interesting?

[Dawn] . . . . .-

I am not sol. And I am fine, nothing is going on tch.

[cottontailjump]

unnamed fucking Thing page 1.

[imgladyourehereholdme]

want to do another h&b page but i keep getting distracted looking at the one i just finished bc al is so hot its unreal and then i forget what im doing who i am and what year it is

[m00-shroom]

Masturbation isn’t enough I need to eat my best friends pussy

[bisekcual]

I like thinking about Binx and Hob bonding over "make do and mend" habits, patching things and repurposed trash. Hob has some hesitations- goblins destroy, they don't create- but finds he's always had this talent, just been ashamed of it, refusing to nurture it.

he's always seemed very sentimental to me. i like to think his uniform is the same set he's been wearing for hundreds of years, meticulously repaired to keep it in order. it's not the first set he's worn, and he went through quite a few when he was younger and newer to mending things. it's a skill that isn't taught much in the goblin court, clothing repair, a process too delicate and time-consuming in a court that prided its own impatience, but for something to last in a court that lacks magic, it must be cared for by hand. hob got better at it given time, though it took some trial and error, given that he was mostly teaching himself.

of course, to mend invisibly was the necessary goal of his practice, both for the sake of hiding his eccentricity from his peers, and for the sake of appearing similar to the magic, high-stationed fey of other courts when meeting them as part of delegations. to have a stitch out of place, for the color of his darning to be a shade off, was an embarrassment that he was intimately familiar with. he often wondered if that particular feeling were something only he, with his strange coveting of permanence and his long nights spent trying to summon it to being around him, had ever experienced.

when hob met the lady binx - and it was binx, namely, rather than her glamor, that he cared for - he immediately admired her. she had a deftness of hand in her craftwork that he could not imagine possessing, formed clever and beautiful things from nothing as if by some incredible magic of thread. but of course, it was more or less the product of their bare hands, not the magic that coursed through her veins below her skin. he was as intimidated by her skill as he was elated to find a kindred spirit in her.

it was only after the bloom that he fully realized how similar they were. he and rue had been staying together for some time at the outskirts of the court of wonder, taking up residence in an old, forgotten building while they figured out where they would end up next. one chilly night, hob ventured to binx's quarters to trouble her for some extra blankets, and they opened a closet, reached into a pile of quilts, and pressed them into his hands.

he quickly returned and spread them over their bed, and when he lifted a corner to slip beneath them and back to rue's side, he noticed a subtle difference in texture in the fabric below his thumb. he paused, frowning lightly, and turned the corner toward the moonlight filtering through the window to inspect it. bright blue thread had been darned into a hole in the material some time ago, standing out brightly against the mint green fabric that surrounded it. he turned his gaze slowly down the length of the blanket. patches and stitches of all colors and shapes greeted him from the uneven surface of a thing proudly and exuberantly mended - a thing imperfect, persuaded to last by hands that loved it.

he stared at it for a moment in surprise before tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes. startled by his own reaction, he quickly slid below the covers and pressed himself to rue's still-sleeping side. it took him time to fall asleep, but when he did, he slept warmer than he had in his entire life.