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

@zarnzarn i hate this and i hate them and i hate you

"Didn't there used to be a chandelier here?" Blitz blurts out. Stolas freezes where he'd been standing, fingers tightening on the bowls of food clutched in his hand as he looks into the doorway Blitz had abruptly stopped in front of.

Blitz throws his own towels onto a vase on the side and walks into the room eagerly. He doesn't remember any of the day they'd spent all those years ago as snot-nosed little shits like Stolas does, much as he's wracked his brains for it the best he can. But he does remember the chandelier, and he can feel the spark of memory connect to others, flickering like a dream falling out of reach, saturated with warmth and laughter and the blurry image of a distorted familiar face.

"There was, right?" He grins, looking up at the ceiling, where the golden rod foundations are still intact, now carved in and dripping with expensive diamonds. "We- we played here. Ah hell, I remember being fucking fascinated with that thing afterwards- I think Fizz tried to strangle me to get me to stop talking about it, heh."

He runs a claw over the metal, dust gathering on his fingertip. "Cause it was such a stupidly simple thing, y'know? Just glass and thread twisted together to make such a pretty piece. All those colors sparkling every time you moved. I wanted to make one of my own when I got older, to put in the office."

He tilts his head at the barely visible talon marks in the floor, seeing double as he watches them being made. "You- you tripped. Got entangled in the threads, didn't ya?" He laughs, overlaid with the cackling of ten-year old him and the sheepish laughter of the other kid as he helps Stolas out of the mess of knots. "Damn, that was funny. You were alright to hang out with. Don't remember the rest, but it was fun."

He stares up at the old thing for a moment longer, basking in the memory of a simpler time and two children chasing each other around a glass chandelier and laughing, unaware of how their lives would snag back onto each other later on. He smiles, feeling oddly sentimental. What were the odds, huh?

Then Blitz huffs amusedly. "I am remembering this correctly, right? There used to be a chandelier here? Fuck knows my shitty memory-"

He turns around and stops, smile fading off his face. He'd expected Stolas to be... happy or whatever, that Blitz had finally remembered fucking something of a meeting that had been so important to him. He's not expecting-

"Yes, there used to be," Stolas agrees, voice flat and mouth pinched and eyes glazed over. He grabs the towels and stalks away. "Stella broke it. It's not there anymore."

Blitz doesn't think he's talking about the chandelier.

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

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.

listen say what you will about fundy's doomsday arc but his quotes go so fucking hard and i will not hear otherwise

for the first month after nya's sacrifice, storms raged.

buildings were lightning rods. the sound of thunder was commonplace. dark clouds covered the sky as far as the eye could see. nobody died, thank god, but there were close calls.

tests were run. studies were conducted. professionals were called in. even then, nobody knew what was causing such freak weather.

all they knew was that the seas remained untouched.