Roll The Dice (One More Time)

Roll The Dice (One More Time)

After a long day at the casino, as the moon replaced the sun, Fundy was the only one still going. “Just one more,” he mumbled, “one more shot. One over the stack limit, it’s fine.”

He was 23 diamonds over that aforementioned one-stack limit, but that was irrelevant.

Maybe this was why age requirements existed for casinos, it was too easy to get swept up in all the glamour, especially if you were under 21. But hey, wasn’t that the point of a casino? No one came here to win, not really, everyone just wanted to forget about what they’d lost.

To be fair, the casino did have age requirement rules, but Quackity was more than content to turn a blind eye to that whenever Fundy showed up with glittering blue gems in his hand and a clouded look in his eyes. Quackity wasn’t entirely without care for the fox hybrid, he was just a businessman, and Fundy basically screamed easy profit.

And profit he did provide, coming here day after day. At first he started out small, a few diamonds and then he'd leave, but that thinking quickly snowballed until Fundy was only mining for things to spend. It didn't help that the casino never closed, either - Fundy couldn't count on two hands how many times he'd stumbled out of the casino to find that it was a mere hour away from daybreak.

Fundy blinked, looking up. 23 had turned into 29, and as much as he didn’t want to obey it, that was his cue. He had to basically force himself out of the casino, and even then he found himself looking back at the glittering building with intent to head back inside and continue. Fiddling with his tie, Fundy forced his eyes to look at anything around him, anything that wasn't the place he just left.

Thankfully, given the nature of the country, there were plenty of things to focus on. Tall buildings, lights, recreations of buildings from the Space Needle to the fucking Eiffel Tower.

That was something that he could focus on, okay. Recreations. Copies. Fakes trying to mimic the real thing, and though it worked at face value, nothing was real about it.

Las Nevadas was fake, that much was obvious. But that was okay.

Right now Fundy didn't want something real.

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.

random hc i came up with just now: in canon, dream was the one to give george his glasses/goggles, which basically function like his irl colorblind goggles. it took months, nearly a year to find something, but once dream heard george lament about not being able to properly see a rainbow or the sunset, he was set on finding something. do the goggles work as perfectly as they do irl? no, he's still to some degree colorblind, but they still work.

flash forward a few years, dream is in prison, george has stopped wearing his goggles as much because "tHe mEmOrY iS tOo pAiNfUl" or whatever. XD questions his eyesight, to which george replies that he's colorblind. one snap later and goggles just like his old ones manifest into his hands. putting them on, they work so much better, every little color-related detail now visible. george remarks that someone else once gave him basically the exact same thing as a gift, to which XD laughs. "i'd think that these would be of better quality in comparison to whatever a mere mortal gave you."

and they are, they really are, but they weren't a culmination of a year's worth of questing and research. they weren't presented by a stupid, grinning dream with dirt in his hair and a singed hoodie. they weren't first put on with tears from both parties, hugs and smiles and sobs all happening at once in one beautiful moment.

"yeah, i guess they're better."

(i'm not even into c!dnf angst or c!george much but i like this so here)

eye of ender :)

PROFILE PIC RAHH

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 :)