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bastart13 · 2 years

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"You know I love you?" "I love you too."

I am obsessed with this relationship. It's opposites attract. It's unrequited requited love. It's clashing wants and needs. It's that slightly toxic dependency. It's a love that could have been different if only they'd never met him.

How dare Aabria and Oscar make me so invested in an owlbear and a satyr called Wuuvy

#d20 #dimension 20 #acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #wuvvy #delloso de la rue #rue x wuvvy #ruevvy #art #is their ship name #i wuv rue #because it should be #they got me with the matching but opposite ball gowns #and also everything with their relationship slowly changing and maybe wuvvy becoming an antagonist???#i love it and i love her #this nervous jittery satyr assistant can be badass

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strawbfairyy · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Delloso de la Rue/Wuvvy Additional Tags: Pining, Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut

As Wuvvy helps Rue get undressed at the end of the day, she finds herself in a somewhat compromising position — which leads to both of them getting what they want.

#ruevvy #ruewuvvy #rue x wuvvy #wuvvy x rue #cc talks #dimension 20 #dim 20 #acofaf #acoff #fey and flowers #acofaf d20 #d20 acofaf #i just think. wuvvy should be sooo devoted and then get railed. personally.#what's not to love!#oh also. rue has genitalia that changes at will in this aka everything i've ever wanted #ns//fw #nsft #lmk what u think <3

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howlbear · 2 years

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BRENNAN LOOKS SO GUTTED AS OSCAR READS OUT THE LETTER

I look so gutted as Oscar reads out the letter

#I HATE U WUVVY #Not realy but FUCK #acofaf spoilers #d20 acofaf #acofaf #battlemaster of ceremonies #captain kp hob #hob x rue

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katsofmeer · 2 years

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okay I simply must write out this whole sequence of events for myself to deal with it all

rue and kp hob share a tender, hand clenching moment of restraint and emotion together in the forest

the next morning, rue pens a vulnerable letter where they spill the truth of their heart - this is clearly difficult for them, and they are torn between desire and duty (what exactly this duty is and wtf is happening w the bloom tho!) but they feel so strongly they’re ready to risk it all!!!

but immediately rue second guesses themselves and despite wuvvy’s encouragement they spiral into self-doubt and command wuvvy to burn the letter (a million roses for oscar’s commitment in that scene 😭😫) in a tense and heartbreaking moment of station and power bumping against friendship, and leading to wuvvy running to the goblin pagoda

concurrent to all of this happening, captain kp hob is executing his sneaky political machinations and investigating the court of wonder. he returns to the pagoda, starts his second mysterious letter (to a friend? a sibling? a lover? are they even alive???) when wuvvy arrives

wuvvy demands satisfaction. I’m very curious to know if this was her intention the whole time, or if hearing part of hob’s letter made her conclude that hob was writing to a love, and therefore had made a fool of rue’s heart - at first I thought she was going to go speak rue’s letter to hob to be a little scheming matchmaker, but now this feels unlikely since she later pretty much says that she blames hob for rue casting magic on her/hurting rue

in any case, wuvvy demands satisfaction. here’s where shit starts breaking into multiple possibilities of player/character intention as I try to decipher how much of captain hob’s actions and brennan’s slick mastermind “i will do anything to win anything” brain overlap

kp hob is insistent in asking wuvvy to speak the nature of his slight. this is so interesting to demand and opens several possibilities

kp genuinely doesn’t understand/know why wuvvy would do this - feels fake. kp is a strategist and knows that the night after he had a private emotional misstep with the master of ceremonies that rue’s right hand showed up asking for duel… he can put the pieces together

so why insist? perhaps indignantly he wanted to defend himself by being allowed to explain? to diffuse the situation? perhaps he knew, already, that the scandal and embarrassment of admitting to heartbreak wouldn’t be spoken aloud and he realized he could test if wuvvy would cave alone and give her reasoning - and if not, he could use that against her later, as he ends up doing. you mischievous long armed goblin fuckboi

what I find very curious about all those hurt glances at the duel is this: does kp hob think delloso de la rue sent wuvvy to duel him on purpose? obviously rue and wuvvy are besties and while rue didn’t want either of them to be hurt, they give their boon to wuvvy - in hob’s eyes, he might think rue instigated this duel. brennan even makes a point in that moment of changing hob’s demeanor when he sees rue do this.

the duel, the rain boy, the wet sweatpants dick vs. pantsless furry wrestling match - hob’s victory is used to once again shame the court of wonder as he takes advantage of wuvvy’s loyalty to rue to imply a different purpose of the duel. heartbreak abounds.

all of this to say I fucking love every choice oscar makes and brennan’s full obsessive 5d chess I Must Win This Social Interaction mode and how they are leaning so hard into the best parts of regency romance (restraint, misunderstandings, lost letters, duels, glances, etc) makes me so verklempt. can’t wait to hear wtf was going on in the adventuring party and I also can’t wait for the inevitable scene we get at a big fancy ball when rue is looking fabulous beyond compare and hob gently takes their hand and asks for the honor of a dance 😖🎇

#acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #delloso de la rue #captain kp hob #rue x hob #ruehob #battlemaster of ceremonies #screeching tearing at the wallpaper i love this miniseries so much #EVERY character deserves an unhinged rambling text post like this this is just the one i have the spoons to give #text post #writing all these fantastical names so seriously is a joy - bless u aabria for giving us wuvvy <3

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jacodraws · 2 years

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Doodles from the finale!

[ID: doodles of various scenes from the finale of A Court of Fae and Flowers including Binx caught in vines, Hob confessing to Rue, and brown string connecting everyone’s pinkies to the Court of Craft]

#acofaf fanart #d20 acofaf #acofaf spoilers #a court of fey and flowers #d20 #d20 fanart #binx #andhera #binx choppley #Delloso de la Rue #ruehob #binx x andhera #wuvvy #lord squak airavis #lady chirp featherfowl #oh god it was so good #acofaf finale

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adaineabernantsfrog · 1 year

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A Dorm Of Friends And Flowers

AO3 Version: A Dorm Of Friends And Flowers - Chapter 1 - PurpleLaptop1 - Dimension 20 (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

Binx Choppley did not belong here, and she knew that the second they dipped into the bathroom to fix her knee brace and looked down at themself. The bathroom was stunning, all black marble intertwined with gold and white sinks, huge wooden toilet stalls were polished so the original pattern of the wood was still visible on it, and even that had gold leaf in it. It looked like the bathroom had been inspired by kintsugi, and Binx could see her reflection in almost everything. There was a huge, full-length mirror on one of the walls, and when Binx met their own eyes, she faltered and paused.

It was their first time looking, truly looking, at herself without long sleeves or joggers on. Her good friends Gwyn, Scratch, and Mika, who had come to help her move into her dormitory, had convinced her to show her scars, because according to Mika, “It shows you're strong, Binx.”. Binx wished they shared the sentiment. Currently, they wore a cruel parody of a dancer's outfit, which on any actual dancer, would have made a sight to see. A black leotard that exposed their shoulders and the straps of her sports bra, but covered her arms where their scar was the worst, and black shorts underneath a maroon/purple wrap skirt she had made for themself before she left her old school. And of course, her knee brace and ballet flats. Her shoulder-length brown hair had been freshly styled by Gwyn this morning, but you could still see the pink at the bottom, past her chin, where she hadn’t cut it off yet. Binx did not belong here, plain and simple. They looked at the long red scar, starting past her ears and spreading down her arms and legs, fanning out across her entire body and being the worst at their stomach. The bathroom door opened, and in walked Gwyn.

Gwyn looked far more comfortable in her skin than Binx was, with jogger bottoms and her jacket from their dance academy; The Academy Of Dance Craft (T.A.O.D.C), her short pink hair pulled back into a bobble behind her head. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing.” Binx lied through their teeth, but Gwyn saw straight through it. Green eyes met blue ones, but the shades were so similar they might have been identical anyway, the blue eyes narrowed. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong.”

“Binx, come on. I’ve danced with you for fifteen years now. I know when something’s wrong.” Binx knew this to be true, but she wished it wasn’t. Gwyn and Binx had met in a dance class when they were five, and Mika was 10, and a helper at their saturday class/given them extra study time and dance lessons on show weeks. Skrank had joined them when they were 7, and they had been a group ever since. Mika was lovely, with a sweet younger brother who she’d been taking care of since she was 18 and could legally do so, a whirlwind of emotions and love. Skrank and Gwyn had been an item for so long now, but they both wanted well-established careers in dance before they got married. So yes, it had technically been fifteen years, and yes, maybe Binx was 20, and Gwyn was 20, and Skrank was 20, and Mika was 25, and maybe everything had been going well, and Binx hadn’t lied to Gwyn for a long time, but this was-

This was different.

Personal.

“Binx.” Gwyn said, holding onto their shoulders. Binx hadn’t realised they had fallen against the sink, and was now gripping it with both hands, until Gwyn snapped her back into reality. “You’re gonna be ok. I swear.”

“But what if I’m not?” It was a tiny voice, it wasn’t Binx Choppley’s, it wasn’t the strong voice that Gwyn knew. It was weak, exactly as weak as it had been after the brief stay at the hospital, as weak as it had been at the slip and fall, as weak as it had been when she was told she could never dance again. Binx watched Gwyn think for a moment before removing her jacket and draping it around Binx’s shoulder’s.

“Then I’ll be on the first train out here. And I’ll fuck up whoever made you not ok.” Gwyn and Binx shared a moment of laughter, and Binx tugged the jacket around their shoulders tighter, even though it was already a size too small for her. It was an interesting shade, a deep purple, almost black, with cheap vinyl decorating it, the logo in the top left corner and ‘GWYNDOLIN THISTLE-HOP’ across the back of it in chunky white letters. The inside of it was fluffy, much warmer than Binx’s current outfit, designed to keep the muscles of the dancer wearing it warm. Not a dancer, a designer, but still. “Come on. Let’s go and find your dorm room.” Gwyn held out a hand to Binx, and Binx joined their arms together as they left the bathroom.

Andera belonged here, he felt it in their bones. As he moved across the varnished wooden floor of the dance studio, watching his own reflection in the mirror, he never felt more alive or alert. Their days of peeking out from behind the pillars at this school were over, he was a student here now, and they were going to shine. He was in his second year now, a second year dance student and my god, they were ecstatic to have survived the cuts given that they had…been socially awkward to the group they were being assessed with, and faltered in their final assessment, the piece he was dancing now. They had named the piece ‘True’, and it was to an old song their Mother sang to his sister, slow and steady and calm, nothing too technical but just enough skill so as to be tasteful and show off. He finished the piece and heard a knock at the door, so rushed to get his jacket.

His jacket, as all jackets were here, seemed to be more for appearance than practicality. Made out of pure silk and embroidered with fine silver and colourful thread, flowers on the sleeves and the back, and ‘Andhera Unselie’ on the back of it, in that same silver thread. It was not warm, but it was comfortable, and it covered his neck. “Enter.” He called whoever was behind the door, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair (by choice, not by age, thank you), and trying to look as nonchalant as possible. In strode a tall, dextrous, thin man, who had taught and advised Andhera in their first year at the School. “Mister Advisor!” Andhera said, face lighting up.

“Andhera. How are you today?” Mister Advisor asked, calm and comfortable. Andhera, now seeing who it was, let his idea’s and presence drop. The arms flopped to the side, the boy inside came out and Andhera hunched over.

“Can I be honest with you man?”

“Of course.” So, Andhera walked over to Mister Advisor and placed one hand on his shoulder.

And then the other.

And then leaned down into Mister Advisors shoulder.

“I can’t fuckin’ do this man. I can’t-” Andhera’s breath became fast and shallow, and Advisor took them into his arms while he cried. Andhera tried to forget, and they did, but they forgot inconsequential things, like what they had for lunch, or where he left their keys. The defining moments of his life, their childhood, were too vivid to forget but too painful to remember, unfortunately his brain dragged those painful memories to the front, and forgiveness was still a priority and a gift Andhera needed to give.

“You are…Strong, Andhera.” Mister Advisor said, gently patting his student on the head. “I don’t think I am.” Anhera sobbed.

“You are. You’re stronger than you know, and stronger than anyone else can see. How long have you been living here? Alone?” Andhera sniffed. Words were never Advisors strong suit, he was a dancer after all, but these did make them feel strangely comforted.

“Five. Years.” There was a pause for a small sob in the middle of that sentence, but Andhera powered on through it. “Since I was…Can we not talk about it?”

“Of course not. Would you like to go back to your room? You’ve been here since five. It’s time to shower and rest. You are stinky.” Andher threw their head back in a laugh, but caught themselves in the mirror. Dark skin, dark jacket, and darkness personified stared back at him, and Andhera gave up on the half hug and walked over to their bag, taking a scarf out and wrapping it around his neck. “And there is an initiation ceremony tonight. You are expected to be in attendance.”

“Why would I be in attendance?” Andhera asked, completely confused. Advisor looked like someone had slapped him across the face, “I’m not a freshman.”

“No, that’s correct. But you’re dancing. Have- Have Wuvvy or Delloso de la Rue spoken to you recently?” Andhera paused. He knew of Wuvvy, a sweet, shy girl in his year, of the management course, and they had worked with Rue on last year's end-of-year performance, but hadn’t spoken since.

“No, neither spoke to me. Are you sure it’s me? Are you…Alright, Sir?” They watched Advisors' eyes grow slightly misty, before he shook his head and looked at his phone.

“I am quite alright, thank you. Go to your dorm. Rest.” Andhera, slightly terrified of Advisor, did as they were told and headed off to nap.

Delloso de la Rue was in their office, seafoam hair put in a high ponytail as it always was when they were struggling over an assignment, and this was, of sorts, an assignment. In your third year, and final year, you were supposed to take on a personal project at least five times. This was Rue’s first one; An opening party for this evening, and the new freshmen at the college. They had already contacted a few major performers, like Captain K.P Hob and The Lords Of The Wings, (they were only looking forward to watching one of those performances, and it was not the Wings) but they still felt like there was something they were missing. So, instead of suffering alone, Rue picked up the old phone on their desk and dialled the number for five rooms over. Someone picked up the phone, a fellow management student. “Hello?”

“Hello Theo,” Rue greeted calmly as they could, “how are you?” There was a pause. Rue couldn’t see Theo’s face, but they could picture it. Theo was a full-time student, and part-time model. He had high cheekbones and white hair that Rue was sure he had tinsel or light dye in, because when he flipped it over his shoulder, it shone in the light. He was the human personification of a snowman, right down to his style.

“I’m…Good, thank you.” Came the reply, “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m alright. Is Wuvvy with you?” There was static on the other end of the line. Something Rue knew was that Wuvvy and Theo, if not with Squawk and themself, were with each other.

“Wuvvy!” Theo said on the other end of the phone, not talking to Rue but the noise still coming through. “It’s Rue for you.” There was the sound of soft footsteps, then a quiet, almost silent,

“Hi.” A bright smile spread across Rue’s face, practically threatening to split it open across the middle. Wuvvy was a good student, and the exact kind of person Rue needed for this situation. A practical thinker, working in the dark and shadows despite practically glowing in them, and a top-rate planner. She was also in the year below them at the school, so they had, in a way, taken her under their wing.

“Wuvvy, are you doing anything right now?” Rue asked, trying to be as calm as possible. Unfortunately, even through a phone screen, Wuvvy knew them better than anyone, and knew that they were panicking.

“Yeah, why? Which room are you in?” He could practically hear her signalling to Theo that she was going to head off in a minute, into the room where Rue was.

“I’m in 2.7.” Rue replied.

“Oh. Why didn’t you come and get me then?” She teased, but Rue could hear the fondness under it, because it was not far down, or hidden under a thick layer of sarcasm or aggressiveness. “I’m on my way. I love you.”

And Rue did not pick up on that.

“I love you too, Wuv’s.” And Rue put the phone down. Having every room connected by a three-number phone call made it very useful for cross-team communication. Wuvvy arrived two seconds later, and dropped her bag by her feet. She had clearly run, or been crying, her pale face stained with red on top of her freckles. Her platinum blonde hair was up in a ponytail tied with a scrunchy, but that was also falling out, and her clothes, a simple black T-Shirt over a striped yellow and orange pyjama top, and black leggings and trainers. “Hi.” She panted.

“Hi.” Rue said back. “Are you alright? Deep breaths.” Wuvvy did as Rue said, copying their movements and breathing. “Good girl.”

“You…You wanted a consult?” Wuvvy said, now much calmer. Rue walked over to the file on the desk by the laptop and placed it in Wuvvy’s hands. She flicked through, offering no opinion on the decor, but gently thumbing over it. Rue was no fool, and they noticed the slight dent in her thumb where she’d been holding a pen. “Something’s missing.” She said, putting the file on the desk and pointing at the page titled ‘List Of Performers’. It read like this:

Act

K. P Hob

Chirp Featherfowl and Squawk Airavis.

“You’re missing a dancer. What about Andhera Unseelie? The dance student in my year.” Her suggestion was quiet, a soft breeze carrying an autumn leaf, but the leaf hit Rue in the face like a slap. Wuvvy had to notice their change in expression. “Rue? You ok?”

“Yes, thank you- The issue is I have no way of contacting him. I have not got their phone number, and I have no idea what dorm they are in this year.” Wuvvy tapped a hand to her chin, and walked back to the phone and gestured at it. “Process of elimination?”

“Yes.” Her answer was plain and simple, but her eyebrows screwed down when she said it, as if it had been obvious the whole time. Rue laughed to themselves, and picked up the phone.

After around thirty failed attempts, and being ready to give up, a voice Rue didn’t know answered. “Hello?” The voice was small and quaint, probably a first year.

“Hello, do you dorm with Andhera Unseelie?” There was a long pause. So long, Rue was so ready to put the phone back on the wall and have it be an empty slot in the show.

“One second.” The phone was dropped, and there was the sound of footsteps walking up and down. Then the sound of a knock, then a conversation between two people who didn’t know the phone was still on. “Andhera?”

“Huh?”

“Were you asleep?”

“No.”

“You looked asleep.”

“Sorry. Who are you?”

“Oh I’m Binx Choppley. There’s someone…On…” Binx cleared their throat. “The phone for you.” They finished their sentence quickly, and ran hastily back. “They’re on their way.”

“Thank you my dear.” It took a few seconds, but Andhera came on the phone not long after Binx had left.

“Hello?” His voice was groggy, sounding like he had been up all night. “Who am I talking to?”

“My name is Delloso de la Rue. Are you free this evening?” There was a moment of silence, a moment where nothing was said between them. There were a lot of those when talking to someone over the phone here.

“Sorry, I nodded. But yes! Yes I am.” Rue smiled to themselves, flashed Wuvvy a thumbs up, Wuvvy promptly did a little happy dance, and made Rue laugh.

“Uh, excellent. Can you please- Can you come down to dance studio ten in,” Rue glanced up at the clock, 15:54. The mixer was at 20:00. They’d have to tech an entire routine in just a few hours. “As soon as you can?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” And when Rue hung up the phone and turned to Wuvvy, they both checked nobody else was with them, squealed, and bounced up and down. They celebrated for a little bit, but Rue quickly remembered themselves when they saw their reflection in the glass.

Their seafoam hair was back, they had glasses on, and their pale skin had patches of discolouration over the top of it. They currently wore a matching set of Pajamas to Wuvvy, and bunny slippers. They had not really thought about what they were wearing when they left their dorm room, but here they were. They truly had lost track of time. “I should go and change.” They said, fingers tracing over a particularly violent discoloured patch on their nose. “I’ll see you tonight, Wuvvy.”

“Yeah. See you later.” And, without thinking much of it, Rue threw their arms around Wuvvy. The hug was received and returned instantly. “You know I love you, right?”

“Right. Thank you Wuvvy. Love you too.” A sad smile, and Wuvvy was gone.

#binx choppley #prince andhera #captain kp hob #delloso de la rue #lady chirp featherfowl #lord squak airavis #wuvvy #theodore #a court of fey and flowers #dimension 20 #binxhera #ruehob #binx x andhera #rue x hob

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guitarwithdrawals · 2 years

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On wuvvy,

I want to support her. I do. My heart hurts for her. I can imagine almost nothing as painful as watching the person you love seek another. But the thing is, while it may have been love at first, it is love no longer. Love wants what is best for a person. Now, Wuvvy has SO MANY REASONS to react the way she has. She must feel so betrayed. Rue is far from blameless in their treatment of Wuvvy. HOWEVER, none of this changes the fact that what Wuvvy is becoming is desperate, controlling, and unhealthy. And it hurts so much to watch because reasons are different from excuses and you know she has so many reasons. I just want to hold her in my arms and cry.

Why would you do this to me Aabria???

#d20 acofaf #acofaf #dimension 20 #aabria my beloved #aabria iyengar #brennan lee mulligan #acofaf wuvvy #wuvvy #delloso de la rue #rue x hob

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jacwags · 2 years

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Because everyone seems to be forgetting this, Rue thinks Hob got the letter. This isn't only Rue being mad that Hob is picking his job.

As far as Rue knows, Hob had his pick of two options:

1) a life with Rue complete with their love for him

2) a loveless political marriage

And as far as they know, Hob looked at both of those options and ACTIVELY CHOSE the loveless marriage OVER THEM.

Not saying they are in the right here, just saying that this miscommunication at its finest.

#dnd #dimension 20 #acofaf #d20 #spoilers #acofaf spoilers #battlemaster of ceremonies #captain k.p. hob #d20 acofaf #delloso de la rue #which wouldnt be happening if it wasnt for wuvvy #im sorry wuvvy stans #i love her too #but you got to admit that this wouldnt be happening if she didnt do the thing #ruehob #rue x hob #major kp hob

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tinylilemrys · 2 years

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okay as perfect as acofaf's ending was, I really do want some kind of follow up because:

suntar is still out there and she doesn't strike me as someone who takes losing well

i need to meet esmé and peep. i just need to.

i need more squeremy

sylmenar x grabalba. i just feel like they make sense.

I would love to see wuvvy in charge of the bloom

i want to see andhera and hob get live in being fully themselves for the first time ever. and to see how their friendship develops

more binxhera. god those kids are so cute and i just desperately need to see them building a home together

i just... i would absolutely love a scenario where rue and hob are trying to sneak away to fuck and keep getting interrupted by innane things

RUEHOB WEDDING. RUE. HOB. WEDDING.

it doesn't have to be a full season. it doesn't even have to be more than a special. i just want to live in this world a bit longer

#ruehob #binxhera #acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf spoilers #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers

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cloudmancy · 7 months

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What do you think in the wake of rue and hobb…. Hobb and Wuvvy

I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. I am not a ruehobwuvvy fan but hob would be better for wuvvy than rue no joke... I think they honestly do understand each other very well... BUT I've got too stock in wuvvy x various other women rn to invest heavily in hobwuvvy. you guys don't know what the vision of chirpwuvvy is in my head but trust me it's beautiful

#asks #anon #acofaf

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wishingdaisy · 2 years

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What Rue's diary looks like when they get back to their room

Captain Knicholas P. Hob x Delloso de la Rue

Knicholas P de la Rue

Delloso Hob

Captain K P Rue-Hob

Knicholas Knicholas Knicholas Knicholas

It's definitely surrounded by hearts. Rue is definitely lying on top of their bed, kicking their feet back and forth. Wuvvy is definitely in the room trying to formulate how she is going to get these two heart-eyed disasters to finally confess to one another.

#Andhera and Binx are scheming together #andhera binx and wuvvy have a moment like doctor who series 4 ep 1 where the doctor and donna see eachother both spying on the same room #They won't team up with Wuvvy until all three of them are mid- RueHob shenanigans #d20 #captain kp hob #delloso de la rue #acofaf spoilers #d20 spoilers #ruehob #acofaf #dimension 20 #hobrue #a court of fey and flowers

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prismartist · 1 year

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hey yknow something i've been toying around with for a while?

empires x acofaf au.

not really based on a particular season because i sort of handpicked from both but basically:

katherine as binx, living a double life between a bubbly member of the court of wonder (gem) and her true form as a dark nostalgic survivor of her fallen court, which she is trying to rebuild.

shelby as andhera, anxious and struggling to fit the perfect and suffocating image that her court expects of her.

currently trying to decide if ruehob should be flower husbands (scott as rue, the cold owlbear hiding under glamour and afraid to open up to anyone, and jimmy as hob the military leader who only wants to protect the honor of his court) or fwhimmy (jimmy as rue, trying to seem more elegant and powerful than he actually is, fwhip as hob, of the goblin court to which he is loyal to). if i were to go flower husbands then xornoth would be wuvvy (but more brotherly ofc). if fwhimmy... hm actually maybe scott as a deerkin? so there's still some flower husbands in there hehe.

joel as chirp and joey as squak, the lords of the wing, based off the brothers headcanon that a lot of people seem to have for them. also inspired by joey's love for parrots and the headcanon of a hawk motif for joel. mischievous and chaotic and flirty, though joel does happen to have a wife in the mortal plane.

unsure as to who apollo would be--sort of thinking pearl for the sun motif but idk. might just straight up delete suntar LKJFKJ.

however. and hear me out. grian as grandfather. i didn't come up with this my sibling did but. listen. he's the creator of birds-

#really wanna write some stuff for this #empires smp #empsmp #empires smp s2 #empiressmp #scott smajor #smallishbeans #katherine elizabeth #solidaritygaming #joey graceffa #shubble #fwhip #flower husbands #nature wives #fwhimmy #mcyt #empiresshipping #unintelligible rants

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jams-sims · 2 years

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I think the Wuvvy situation goes a little further than unrequited love. I also think their is a servant and "master" element that myself and others have been over looked. After ep 8 when Rue confronts Wuvvy on what she likes to do and she looks at then and essentially say.

"Making you happy. I enjoy being of use to you, use me." Like how Hob sees himself as a weapon. Wuvvy does that too but no one is there to pull wuvvy out or maybe she too deep to be helped. Or Something else has their hooks in her.

Because if we remember Wuvvy whole deal was that she would always be their if Rue called for them. But Rue hasnt called for them- at all ever since the fight. Rue has kinda left everything to fall to the waste side and Wuvvy been playing good servant. RUE only cares about her when its time to dress up together. He picks out what she wears so they are matching. Like a dress up doll that Rue sorta kinda got bored of when they found Hob. Wuvvy been around aaabira has been rolling for it. But no calls from Rue.

Now I would feel a little different if Rue kept Wuvvy in the loop. Kept her updated like her fuck the court of wander, also im in love with Hob come with me, lets join the court of craft!" But then Rue comes back and is like "well what is it you like to do Wuvvy?" How insulting is that when the answer is standing right in front of her.

I would think! Oh snap shes a working women and she wants to keep raising in the fey latter and thought Rue was going to join them but no. Because the game is about love i think it falls into this real fucked up situation.

Yes not sending the letter is fucked up. But also string wuvvy along even unknowingly is fucked up. Cause all it takes is someone else to feed Wuvvy lies. "Oh we thought you were friend and close with Rue! Then why is it you don't know about x y and z. It seems like Rue could give less of two shits about you." And someone can easily twist that love into something Insidious.

Wuvvy needs to be let down. And wuvvy needs to also understand that even if you love someone maybe. Their life may not even invovle you anymore. No matter how much you want to be there.

#wuvvy #acofaf spoilers #acofaf wuvvy #d20 acofaf #just some theory craftkng here

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