So I Did An Ao3 Thingy
so i did an ao3 thingy
my c!fundy-obsessed ass needed to do something sooner or later
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so i went to the pittsburgh show
after accidentally chasing tommy around the country, finally got to watch the htbab tour, and holy fuck THAT WAS AMAZING.
and even though it was in fucking pissburgh (ew /j), i'd genuinely call that one of if not the greatest night of my life. getting to see tommy in person, up on stage, was just so fucking insane and surreal. felt like a fever dream or some kind of group hallucination, but the picture's right there on twitter so i guess it was real
wait holy shit that was real
*obligatory "fuck doxxers they can go to hell" statement*
all in all, the show was just awesome. did not learn jack shit about how to be a billionaire but who cares about money not like it's important
oh, and take raccooninnit. very happy to accompany me on this journey
dropping frame one of a little test animation i'm doing
rushed and lazy (took 20 mins or smth) but here take.. ryuko? ray? i dunno what his name should be, just gettin r+y vibes. if anyone ever sees this feel free to give a suggestion in the comments :)
That makes the cfundy and cdream wedding more screw up:(
YOOO FIRST ASK
don't worry, fundream wedding isn't canon, fundream wedding can't hurt you
Sandcastles - lil Fundy drabble
As a kid, Fundy liked sandcastles.
He'd wait until Wilbur was distracted as if he was paying attention in the first place, then run out to the river, the one right by L'manberg with the sandy shores. Paws were careful as he shaped the most beautiful designs, walls and spires and stability, wall design akin to the same one that surrounded his country.
Sometimes he'd stay out till night, cutting his hands on shells and rocks hidden within the grains. But it was all worth it, wasn't it?
Each time Fundy left one there, he expected to return the next day to the same thing. Each time, Fundy returned to nothingness, the castle gone, everything blown away in the wind.
Each time, he repeated the process again. The building, the blind hope and devotion to something that meant nothing in the end, and the eventual letdown.
He still likes sandcastles.