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dandylyins · 1 year
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messed around in krita today designing outfits for wuvvy! this is probably as close as i'll ever get to having a set design for wuvvy lol :) i think my personal favorites are the everyone secretly wants suit and the green regency outfit. design notes below cut
canon masquerade outfit: drawing this made me realize how much wuvvy's masquerade outfit looks like a wedding gown. with their corresponding color pallet, rue's outfit then seems like a funeral. it kind of tracks, in an odd way, given the way wuvvy and rue's relationship was turning this season - rue, away from the court of wonder, and by extension, wuvvy, experiencing a kind of rejuvenating death of the self; wuvvy, wanting to preserve, failing to be able to. the idea of wuvvy in a wedding dress, watching rue tuck a peony behind hob's ear across the ballroom, is haunting to say the least, even if drawing wuvvy in a dress did feel a little weird for my butch brain.
long-forgotten outfit: visually ties wuvvy to hob through similar suit design in the gold epaulets, while retaining her cream-and-gold aesthetic. stage curtain cape as a nod to the wuvvy stagehand meta (that wuvvy's role in the story is like a stagehand, making her largely unseen but still deeply part of the narrative, difficult to place as either a side or main character). gold leaves on white peonies suggest that wuvvy's relationship to rue (white peonies) has been tainted by the influence of the court of wonder (gold motif).
esw bloom outfit: the gold collar and ruffle of canon have been replaced by two plain gold collars, suggesting a retreat from adornment. loose linen shirt suggests comfort, but also a workmanlike quality which is at odds with her new station as master of ceremonies.
esw formal outfit: white suit with gold accents calls back to the original bloom's masquerade ball and her color pallet then, as was dictated to match rue's, giving a sense of nostalgia. fully-done mandarin collar closes her off. gold shoulders once again echo hob's epaulets, while the black-and-white peony suggests conflicted feelings. gold tips on horns reflect her state of being in the court of wonder, somewhat dulled down (no longer exposing the sharpness of her horns), while at the same time prized and adorned. also, they frame her face well and make her look handsome. the bell in her ear is a callback to hob's tracking device in early season and was inspired by obeetlebeetle's use of the bell in his fic, queen of almost.
queen of almost outfit: she's hot. to be honest
southern lawn outfit: ibid.
queen of almost outfit: okay jokes aside, the hair and loose, billowy shirt together makes her look like a prototypical movie poet. the band around her stomach being deep red is... *glances at cyrano* a kind of visual prophecy
regency green: color pallet calls back to canon design, but holds back on the gold. the bird on her chest could be interpreted in many ways. the one that comes to mind for me is the idea of wuvvy's heart as a bird kept for display. it's very pretty, and very vocal, and it never gets to fly. could also be a visual link to the prologue of everyone secretly wants. red gem above cravat suggests a reticence to speak
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bisekcual · 2 years
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the enormity of hob's desire disgusts him. the enormity of rue's desire exhilarates them. the enormity of wuvvy's desire constricts her.
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obeetlebeetle · 1 year
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Work Summary: Delloso de la Rue and Captain K. P. Hob, in the forest together: the first time that someone has wanted Hob for himself and not what he might do for them, the first time that someone has touched Rue in millennia. At the Hunt, Rue sought connection with Hob, and discovered that they could no longer lie to themselves about who they were and what they wanted — Hob sought the truth from Rue, and found something far greater than his mission. At the Hunt, they were able to recognize something like hunger in each other. For the first time, these fey — who have lived only for duty — experienced desire; yet desire went unfulfilled. Rue could not reveal their deception, and if Hob grew close he would catch them in their lie. Hob chooses honor, allowing Rue to put up walls between them, unable to accept their forgiveness and sure that he has only caused them harm.
The following day, Rue burned the letter that might have served as a confession, a chance at happiness, but their oldest and dearest friend has promised to assist them in all things. This time, Wuvvy does not break her promise.
Re-imagining the romance between Hob and Rue from the beginning — what if Wuvvy had delivered the letter after all? An ACOFAF Cyrano AU.
(1/5, 7370 words)
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gemsofthegalaxy · 2 years
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I simply need a universe where Rue can make the joke, "well seeing as I am both nonbinary and bisexual I have never made a decision in my life. I even have one wife and one husband because I could not decide between the two!"
And wuvvy and hob both flatten their ears and roll their eyes like "Rue you are a party planner you are Constantly making meticulous decisions about every element of complex events from decor to music to food and games. Who are you even trying to fool?"
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artific3r · 1 year
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Let me be PERFECTLY unclear.
Kpvvy is tenderly cleaning and patching each others wounds after having fought side by side. Its gardening, its getting dirt under your claws, and growing flowers. Its a need to protect. Its an understanding of service, a misunderstanding of the difference between that and servitude.
Ruevvy is helping each other get ready in the morning. Its taking the flowers that have grown and arranging them to tell stories, to make declarations. It's devotion. It's a love that wasn't supposed to change, but did.
Ruehob is dancing under the moonlight. It's walking through flower feilds arm in arm, clawed hand in clawed hand. It's loving selfishly, selflessly. It's finding belonging in each other when you didn't belong at home.
Kpruevvy is cooking together. It's tucking flowers behind each others' ears or into each others' hair. It's understanding deeper than anyone else. It's leaving your court, your home, everything you've ever known, leaving it all behind, for love, and being all the happier for it.
Hope this is incomprehensible <3
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dandylyins · 1 year
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misc sketchdump from tonight
id. a set of three images. the first image shows hob from the chest-up in his full military uniform, ears pricked forward, alert. an arrow pointing to him says "me when i'm the keeper on the watch of the dozers-off." the second image contains three pencil sketch busts of hob, wuvvy, and rue respectively. hob is drawn to fit inside a square, wuvvy inside a circle, and rue inside a triangle. below them each shape is also drawn digitally in blue. the final image is a bust of wuvvy, staring dramatically to the left with a neutral expression, silhouetted by a pale full moon. pink, white, and black flower petals are caught in a breeze behind her. she is wearing a turtleneck and suit jacket. end id.
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dandylyins · 1 year
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finally got around to redoing hob's side of this design - id in alt and below cut!
id. fanart for a court of fey and flowers: portraits of hob and wuvvy's heads, placed back to back on a dusty green background. wuvvy has curly blonde hair, gray skin, and brown, forward-facing horns, with white peonies wreathed around her, slipping under her extended ear. her ears are back and her eyes are narrowed, looking ahead with a tired expression. hob is wearing his white masquerade cap and has a black peony tucked behind his ear. he looks up at it with a shocked expression. the peonies are positioned in such a way that the wreath of white peonies around wuvvy's head ends at the top in the black peony behind hob's ear. end id.
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dandylyins · 1 year
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it all goes in. and god, how it hurts. (ids in images and below cut.)
ID 1: a digital drawing of Wuvvy and Captain Hob from A Court of Fey and Flowers. They are rendered in bright pink-toned traditional brushes on a teal-mint background, surrounded by a black border. They are posed in what appears at first glance to be a tender embrace. Wuvvy leans up into Hob with a pensive expression, gaze upturned, potentially looking toward a black peony resting on Hob's head, and rests a hand lightly on Hob's upper arm. Hob is hiding his face in Wuvvy's hair, ears pinned backward, and has a hand resting gently at her waist. Upon closer inspection, however, one of Wuvvy's horns is bloody and protruding from where it has been punched through Hob's neck, and Hob's other hand is grasping the hilt of a sword that he has stabbed into Wuvvy's back and through her chest. In front of the two of them, pale pink petals float past, and the sword that Wuvvy's been stabbed with lays over a few, dripping blood over it. End first ID.
ID 2 & 3: Close-ups from the first image, showing the rendering on Wuvvy's face and horn and Hob's hand and sword in greater detail. End IDs.
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bisekcual · 1 year
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being a ruehob enjoyer who's also a wuvvy fan is incredible and terrible bc in the background of every heart-fluttering ruehob scene is wuvvy having the worst fucking day of her life. and the majority of ruehob content doesn't want to acknowledge this (it is sad) and the majority of wuvvy content that does acknowledge it is bitter toward ruehob (fair but not the point of it to me). so the only real solution is to throuple them in your mind. but very few people are bold enough to do this
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bisekcual · 1 year
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sorry not to say it again but like. white hat black peony. white and black matching peony dresses. full view of everyone. two people knew his middle name. do you think hob wore the medal of honor for long enough before giving it to rue that when he took it off his jacket the fabric it was pinned to was sunbleached? wuvvy never got to say it in a way they understood. hob turned away from rue in the maze and immediately hit a nat 20 on intimidation. rue's outfit at the southern lawn duel was visually crafted to be in support of hob but was presented from wuvvy's side. hi for the love of god hello? is this mic working is this fucking thing on??
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bisekcual · 1 year
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Thoughts on what would have happened if Wuvvy had beaten Hob in their duel?
WELL i will address the first thing first because it's so important that we recognize this: it would have been the hottest thing since the invention of volcanoes.
secondly, i will say that i personally think if the duel had actually gone through, she would've beaten him for sure. as a champion for the court of hoof and claw, it would make sense that she would've actually been trained in hand-to-hand, one-on-one combat. hob is a soldier, so he's better directing and commanding in group combat. a strategist, not necessarily a scrapper. but that can be debated.
but anyway. like i said i was in conrad @obeetlebeetle's dms about this and he cracked my brain in half so i'm just gonna quote him on the implications:
well the thing is she would have killed him like. that's what a duel is, in period, an agreement that you are fighting to the death. and she would not have shown mercy but for rue -- so is it that they intervene to save hob, or is it that she pauses at the last second, looks to them, and asks hob to yield for their sake?
which like. for one thing, imagine you're hob.
a number of years ago, you are at war with the unseelie court, and you are told countless rumors about the unseelie prince, the strength of the unseelie army, and you take this information in and factor it into your battle strategy as you approach the front. then you get there, and you do battle, and you're racing along, and you knock a soldier from his steed, and he falls to the ground, and you raise your halberd above your head and get ready to strike the killing blow and by some stroke of luck you pause for a moment and the blood rushes out of your ears and you realize that the figure laying below you is only barely of fighting age. this is the unseelie prince? they're frozen in fear below the shadow of your weapon even as you hold it in position, raised like an executioner's axe above your head. you step back. you sheathe your weapon. you tell them to run. he runs.
time passes. the war ends. you put the battle of briar falls (and the way your superiors had cackled and praised you for the humiliation of refusing to give the boy-prince a "warrior's death," the medal of dishonorable degradation they pinned to your chest in recognition of an act of deliciously nuanced cruelty you had mistakenly understood as one of shameful kindness) behind you, or try to.
(hob has always felt guilty about briar falls. at first the guilt was an internal thing, because his court had taught him that kindness and mercy are shameful, and so when he spared andhera, he did it through the lens of, "i as a goblin soldier should not see anything wrong with killing this prince. i do, and i let him go, which is bad of me." and he went back to his superiors expecting to be punished, but instead they praised him, and the guilt became, "they don't know that i'm not one of them, i'm deceiving them, they don't know that i meant for that to be gentle," and then, "even in trying to spare the boy, i damned them." but there was also a sort of comfort in knowing that no matter what he chose to do in that moment, he would've still been his court's perfect weapon. it's like he can't help but fall in line with them, like it's baked into him bodily.)
you are assigned to the bloom. you come. the unseelie prince is there. through a series of events, they will become a brother to you, but not yet. at the time of the duel, not yet. in canon acofaf events, andhera and hob's friendship begins when hob excuses andhera's dishonor in interrupting the duel. in this version, for wuvvy to actually beat hob, andhera would need to have waited his turn.
he still doesn't know why wuvvy challenged him to a duel or what problem rue might have with him to motivate demanding one through her, as he assumes they did. but when wuvvy knocks the halberd from hob's bloodied hands, forces him onto his back, and holds her blade to his throat, he remembers briar falls, and he looks up into wuvvy's eyes and sees himself reflected in the broad, predatory spread of her ovular pupils, and in a way he kind of understands her, and he's at peace with it, thinking that it would be an apt, if belated, form of justice; multi-purpose, at least. then above him, wuvvy falters.
like. wuvvy lays him down on the southern lawn, promises him an honorable death with the point of her greatsword, and then demands for him to yield, invokes rue's name in demanding for him to yield, and hob (blood all over the words) (because he can't not, because wuvvy said 'for rue's sake,' and he doesn't understand what she means but he knows (thinks, miserably, mistakenly) that he already has enough to make up for having done to rue, and here's one opportunity at least) in front of the arch fey of all the gathered courts (INCLUDING BLEMISH AND BOIL) yields and comes to know intimately what it means to be spared when you were meant to die.
wuvvy, meanwhile, demands a duel of hob because she feels he's wronged her best friend and dearly beloved. she shows up to the duel feral, which is a clear indicator of intent. this is a body that she has only ever worn into gladiatorial combat, a body that only knows kill or be killed. initially, she wears this as a threat and a promise to captain hob, a display, a reminder of what she really is, of what hob is agreeing to when he steps down onto the lawn and unsheathes his weapon. then they start fighting, and something strange happens. their duel is like a dance. the way he dodges blows, or doesn't. the way he strikes, or doesn't. the way he moves around his halberd like it's a fifth limb. she recognizes fractals of herself in him. somehow this makes her as furious as she is sad.
hob swings wide. wuvvy swirls around him and lands a blow at his hands, quick as a flash. his grip falters on the hilt. he turns, but not quickly enough. she knocks his weapon easily out of his hands. disarmed and outpaced, hob leans onto his back foot, preparing to dodge the next arc of wuvvy's blade, but it doesn't come. wuvvy plants a hoof onto his chest and forces him onto his back. hob hits the dirt. wuvvy brandishes her sword with a flourish, some gladiatorial instinct in the old and forgotten folds of her mind guiding her wrists through an old and forgotten showmanship, because duels aren't just about the blood and the killing, they never are. hob looks up. the glint of her blade in the sun catches in his eyes, and something happens in them, but she doesn't have the time to think what exactly it is, because rue's voice is breaking through the cheers of the crowd.
she looks up. rue is descending from the hill. the terrain is bad in heels, and they're stumbling. lady featherfowl attempts to catch their arm and keep them upright, and it's not that rue shrugs her off, it's that they don't even seem to notice she's there. they right themselves, and breathlessly -- "STOP!" -- a hush has fallen -- "STOP THE DUEL!" -- wuvvy's body is a statue -- "I DEMAND IT!" but the duel has already begun. it cannot be interrupted now. it needs to end one way or another.
wuvvy looks down. hob's eyes are somewhere else. she jostles him, holds the point of her blade to his neck until he sees her again. "yield," she commands with as much force as she can muster. he doesn't speak, but suspicion builds in his expression. she holds his gaze, because if she looks up again, she'll see rue, and she can't. "for rue's sake," she pleads.
he yields.
implications for after the duel:
much like everyone knowing hob and rue are involved with each other after the masquerade ball, the rumor that rue has feelings for captain hob jumps all the way up to a scandal. to interrupt a duel so publicly and emotionally, after YOU were the one that demanded it in the first place? JUICY.
rue's reputation tanks, not only because their name is in EVERYONE'S mouths, but also because the chorus would hate for the gem of their court to have known romantic entanglements with a low-born goblin. keep in mind, the duel happens well before rue's reveal at the tea ceremony; at this point, they are still the chorus's perfect pet puppet.
conrad suggested that rue would turn to the lords of the wing, particularly chirp, for support.
everyone knows this except hob, who is, of course, confused and hurt.
wuvvy specifically would know at this point that hob loves rue. it's the only reason why "for rue's sake" would work. also, she realizes they're very similar, which, again, hurts in more ways than one. to name one of them: it hurts, because from her perspective, they're very nearly the same person, and wuvvy has been there since day one, but hob gets something from rue that wuvvy has never been able to dream of receiving. i am you and you are me, but you are beloved, and i am not. how cruel is that.
hob's reputation tanks. not only did he lose a duel against a planner's assistant (as fearsome as wuvvy is, this is the way the rhetoric would run, particularly given hob's standing reputation as a pillar of the goblin military), he did so by YIELDING. once again, hob reveals a tender-handed proclivity for pacifism that his superiors in the goblin military would find nauseating.
it's likely that this incident would draw on the rumor about his sparing of the unseelie prince, culminating in a full-blown scandal for hob. one has to wonder whether this would spur the lord and lady blemish and boil to secure a match for him as quickly as possible to salvage their reputation, or to nix the idea entirely, realizing it would be a foregone conclusion to try and match hob's sullied reputation with someone from the celebrity court of the seelie.
regardless, hob's response to punishment from his superiors has been shown to be throwing himself into his work as hard as possible. that will for sure happen.
the goblin court does not have healers; hob would have to turn outside of his court for treatment. in my mind, that means turning to andhera, both to apologize and to ask for some help. they would connect through hob's remembering of the battle of briar falls and his new perspective on it after the duel.
there's. so much to consider. there's so much to consider.
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dandylyins · 1 year
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love's a stain
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dandylyins · 1 year
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GIRLS WHO KNOW THE END >>>>>> (ids in alt and below cut)
ID. Several busts of Wuvvy from A Court of Fey and Flowers, done in pencil sketches on notebook paper. One of the drawings is on a scrap of plain paper taped onto the page. Wuvvy is depicted as a satyr with long, curly hair that parts in the middle, forward-facing ram's horns which curl out to the sides at the tips, freckles, and a short, curly goatee. In the first drawing, Wuvvy is shown looking toward the viewer with a neutral expression, her lips slightly parted. Text beside her reads, "…nonetheless, I am in your debt." "You already were," replied." In another drawing, Wuvvy is shown looking upward toward the viewer with a fierce expression, her curls blowing in a breeze, displaying her horns threateningly. In another drawing, Wuvvy is shown smiling happily and looking off to the right, carefree, her hair tied up above her left shoulder. In the final drawing, Wuvvy is shown from behind, looking toward a large sword hanging on the wall in front of her. The sword has an emblem on the pommel in the design of a small flower. End ID.
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bisekcual · 1 year
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Finally completed my ACOFAF Reddit au! I posted two chapters just now, one of which is the actual final chapter, one of which is a username key. so excited to have completed this project, it's been a lot of fun and i think the ride buttons up pretty nicely in this one. oh also i prommy i PROMMY so hard this chapter actually has a happy ending this time. ~6.1k words, changed the rating to T for some sexual humor on par with the show.
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dandylyins · 1 year
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another day, another night spent projecting onto wuvvy in my mind ❤️ this is my mental image of her as the event planner at the next post-canon bloom (she is NOT happy)
id. a pen drawing of wuvvy from a court of fey and flowers. wuvvy is a satyr woman with forward-facing horns, goat ears, a deerlike nose, a goatee, and long, side-parted curly hair. she is shown from the mid-thigh up, wearing a short-sleeve shirt with a flower in the pocket, a mid-length chain, and a set of metal chokers. her arms and chest are fluffy with slightly curly fur. she is looking into the distance with a neutral or pensive expression and is carrying a notebook in her hand. end id.
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obeetlebeetle · 2 months
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does anyone mind if I . so like rue is obviously forcing themselves to be a wanted thing, wuvvy has made herself into an indispensable need, hob is feeding his body to court bc that's all that's usable -- and the thing that disrupts any of this isn't love or devotion or duty. it's desire. hob desires rue and rue feels it; rue desires hob and in doing so forces wuvvy to admit that in hiding her desire she has ruined her chances with them. love and devotion and duty function well enough as bonds and ties, but only real want can be a catalyst for any of them. rue is the only one that can see and state that, bc they were already able to manipulate want bc wuvvy suppressed it and hob denied it
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