Been Sitting On This For A Lil Bit And Don't Think I'll Get Around To Fully Finishing It So Here's Some

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

i may be on the ninjago grind rn but STILL GOTTA UPDATE FUNDY FIC

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.)

tldr apology tour can eat my ass

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.

yoo i posted chapter 2 of autophobia you should totally go read it