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esw bloom outfit: the gold collar and ruffle of canon have been replaced by two plain gold collars, suggesting a retreat from adornment.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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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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