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generational joy
oh my god this took forever. THANK U TO THE TWO ASKS U GUYS R LEGENDS
here comes the ultimate question..
allow me to take a few seconds of your time so i can talk about my fundy aging system
similar to irl canines (link thingy for science), fundy ages rapidly during the earliest years of his life, i.e. childhood and early teenage years. once he reaches around 14-15, things start to slow down a bit. by 19, he's aging at rates that line up pretty nicely with that of a normal human. at some point in his 20s, his age rate actually slows in comparison to that of a human's, and it just gets slower from there (what? an excuse to give fundy an extended lifespan? you're crazy). and none of this is even getting into the wild thing that is his brain chemistry, dna, mental age, how his heritage ties into all of this..
something about c!wilbur never truly acknowledging that c!fundy was part of l'manberg. something about fundy not being in the national anthem. something about how in the revised version, wilbur kept eret's name in instead of just switching it with fundy's. something about how wilbur told phil that the crosses on the flag represented the founders. something about there only being three crosses. something about fundy (even if it was jokingly) insisting that wilbur made it with him in mind. something about the fine line between ignorance and denial.
been sitting on this for a lil bit and don't think i'll get around to fully finishing it so here's some skulk fundy au art (one with lights, one without)
god this silly has officially wormed his way into my brain
How To (Maybe) Earn Forgiveness
Method what was it now 7 - peace offering.
Fundy had spent the past day or so working on a pie.
Knowledge from Niki, given freely however many moons ago. Ingredients from a variety of places, some acquired through more lawful means than others. Motivation from desperation.
Roll. Back and forth, up and down, side to side, repeat. He was already getting nervous. For all he knew, the avian didn't even like pie. Or sweets. Or berries. Or maybe he was allergic or some shit.
Press. He remembered the first time he'd done this. "Careful," Niki had warned, soft tone he'd never hear nowadays filling his ears. "You have to be gentle." Steady hand on his shoulder, voice calm and affectionate and not yet filled with familiar bitterness, because such harshness was foreign to Niki. "You can take your time." Was he rushing? Was this too much? Too little?
Pour. Make the filling. Once done, pour it in. Cut off what you can, use the remaining dough, make some strips, try and desperately cover over the innards with fancy designs. Had he covered it up too well?
Bake. Waiting. A lot of waiting. Had he waited too long? Not long enough?
Remove. Inspect the final product. Bubbly. Suitable color. But that didn't mean it was perfect. Only good enough. Would good enough be good enough?
Phil would be the judge of that, he supposed.
(It he wasn't good enough.)
(Try again.)
lazy dsmp rp doodles i did a lil bit ago (mauve and chi-chi are not my ocs. those belong to two other lovely people. silly fae (al) is mine, though). ranboo one was easily my favorite just look at em
using theatrical metaphors when writing c!fundy is one of my favorite things to do because like. that bitch is a performer. by force or by choice he has never been genuine one day in his life and it keeps us both up at night
i may be on the ninjago grind rn but STILL GOTTA UPDATE FUNDY FIC
listen say what you will about fundy's doomsday arc but his quotes go so fucking hard and i will not hear otherwise
"my little champion."
a nickname. a derivative. you are mine. you are my child and my child alone. you will never grow to be something more. you are small, insignificant. your victories will mean next to nothing, because you are mine, and i lay claim to all that you do. the memory of my hands will stain your own touch, and you will keep me alive far after i am dead, because you are a part of me. a part. a product. never a whole, because that is a right reserved for those who can stand alone. i am a leader. you are a follower. you can take a different trail, but all roads lead back to me. you are my son. you are my son.
fundy will always be remembered as wilbur's son.
my little champion, and that's all you can be.