#fundyangstweek2022

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i don’t care if heaven won’t take me back

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the one who gets left behind

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The one who gets

Left behind

Day 4 (April 20): Here I Am - The Crane Wives // No Good Deed - Idina Menzel

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Fundy Angst Week Day 3: Flowers

I was supposed to write a fic on this but brain no works, so have this: 

AU where Fundy has flowers “tattoos” appearing on him to represent how people feel about him. Only he can see them, no one else. Canon compliance pre-Las Nevadas. 

- Wilbur’s flower is yellow carnation, symbolising disappointment and rejection. It appeared on Fundy’s lips the day he started to question Wilbur’s authority as a President, somewhere around the start of Election arc. More of them bloomed all over his face when he decided to run for President, and even more during spy arc. They overlapped so much on his cheeks and mouth that it looked almost a solid mass of yellow in those areas. 

Fundy learned very quickly to avoid mirrors. 

- Eret’s flower used to be a yellow rose, a double meaning of friendship and betrayal. It was the earliest flower that bloomed for Fundy, way before L’Manberg was even started. It wasn’t until the Final Control Room that Fundy realised the flower wasn’t just a symbol, it was also a warning. 

Eventually, a white tulip bloomed above the yellow rose, symbolising a message of forgiveness. 

- Niki’s flower, a sunflower, started to bloom when she joined the server. A flower of adoration and unconditional love that appeared just below Fundy’s shoulder, right where Niki’s height would be if she stood next to him. When he burned down her flag, a red petunia - red like fire, and resembling resentment and anger - bloomed in place of the sunflower. 

Another sunflower soon grew in it place once peace was restored and Fundy managed to apology to Niki, but he could still see the hint of red beneath the petals. He knew she never really forgave him when Doomsday came, and the sunflower disappeared to reveal the petunia below. 

- Ranboo’s flower used to be tiny white daisies, blooming all over his hands. They are a flower for a new beginning, and they bloomed on his hands to signalise a future that Fundy could build with his new friend. He could see them everytime he builds in New L’Manberg. 

After Doomsday, the flowers turned into anemones, representing forsaking/forgotten love. Fundy started wearing gloves after that. 

- Phil’s flower used to be white gardenias, symbolising family, peace, and harmony. They bloomed on Fundy’s shoulders after Phil offered him a place to stay at his house in New L’Manberg. They turned into yellow carnations during Techno’s execution by the butcher army, which Fundy only found out when he bandaged his injuries after the event. 

He rarely took off his jacket after that. 

- HBomb’s flower is pink gardenias, a flower of remembrance and adoration, a flower that says “I miss you”. Too bad Fundy didn’t know about it, as it bloomed on the small of his back, where he could never see. 

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Prompt List!

Playlist [Here]

Day 1 (April 17): Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab 

Day 2 (April 18): Two Birds - Regina Spektor // Skeleton - Set If Off

Day 3 (April 19):  Dangerous to Dream - Cast of Frozen: The Broadway Musical // Flowers - Eva Noblezada

Day 4 (April 20): Here I Am - The Crane Wives // No Good Deed - Idina Menzel

Day 5 (April 21): Am I Supposed to Apologize - Maria Mena // Monster - Cast of Frozen: The Broadway Musical

Day 6 (April 22): Hard Sell - The Crane Wives // I’ll Be Good - James Young 

Day 7 (April 23): Waiting in the Wings - Eden Espinosa (Tangled: The Series) // Human - Christina Perri

Day 8 (April 24): Free Prompt

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No Good Deed

So this is day 4 for the FundyFiles’ angst event... except I won’t be following the prompts in order cause it’s already the middle of the event anyway.

I’m sorry Rose, pls don’t kill me.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38505733/chapters/96239980

“Dream!”

The visions never lie. Come today, his lover will be dead.

‘Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen…’

The words poured from his tongue, bitter yet familiar against his lips. Flickering candlelight bathed the room, his murmurs harmonizing with the whispers of their smoke. The rough carpet scratched at his knees, but it was nothing compared to the dull ache in his bones and the ever growing panic in his chest. His hands were clasped, eyes pressed tightly as though if he were to will it, then it would be so. He should be wary. He knew the gods. He knew their games. Yet here he was again, at the mercy of their fickle kindness, pleading with them to spare the man he loves.

‘Let his flesh not be torn

Let his blood leave no stain

Though they beat him

Let him feel no pain

Let his bones never break

And however they try

To destroy him

Let him never die

Let him never die’

Perhaps it was betrayal, Fundy’s had his fair share, to wish for the life of a man no one cared for. No, that wasn’t true. Fundy cared for him. He’d cared for him even when his father was nothing but a corpse in the ground and when his homeland was nothing but a shattered forgotten melody.

‘Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen

Eleka nahmen nahmen

Ah tum ah tum eleka... eleka…’

He knew deep down his wish would not be granted, and even if it was, how cruel would the gods be in twisting his words? The chant was confused, chaotic. His wishes conflicted. He prayed for his lover’s safety. He prayed for his safety. He prayed that Yogurt didn’t wake to find him like this. It was too much, the prayer turned to a shrill shriek. The candles flew across the room, the force that propelled them had been enough to snuff their light. He was in darkness once again.

“Ugh! What good is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading!” Fundy sobbed out, “I don't even know what trick I ought to try… Dream, where are you? Already dead or bleeding?”

He thought of his lover, lost to the soil - where he could not follow, his own soul claimed by the ocean. Fundy choked out a sob, gripping at the edges of his hair. Why did the gods damn him? Why was he cursed to live in tragedy? “One more disaster I can add to my generous supply?”

Oh… but he knew why.

“No good deed goes unpunished. No act of charity goes unresented.” His hands eased on his hair, his legs coming to a stiff stand. The words washed over him, harsh yet kind. He could feel her hands on his shoulders now, her voice leading him home. Fundy understood now. She was right. She had always been right. “No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed.”

From the darkness, he emerged, but the warm light of this… place - this hovel - did nothing to soothe him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of white peek from Yogurt’s bedroom. The sight of his son momentarily calmed him, but then he remembered. He wouldn’t be the only losing Dream. He gave his son a smile. He won’t let them make an orphan of his son. He raced out of the house, the sunlight stung his pale figure, and yet Fundy did not stop. He couldn’t stop.

“My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead.” His steps were graceful, skirting past jutting rocks and leaping across babbling brooks. His ears sharp, easily dodging any mob or person that had come to call the forest their home. Fundy paid no heed to the mortal world, for he had always been above it. He should have known from the first wish, when it all came burning down into soot. The gods, cruel or kind as they may be, did not grant the wishes of other divinities. Unless they wanted them. Unless they weren’t protected by a higher being. His wishes were born to be curses. That was always her design. “No good deed goes unpunished…”

Wilbur…

He only wished that his father wasn’t so busy.

New L’Manburg…

He only wished to protect his home from Technoblade.

Dream...

“Dream!” He could see him now. He could see the executioner’s blade too.

“One question haunts and hurts. Too much, too much to mention…” He wished Dream would look his way, but this wasn’t for him. This was to save the man he loved and to save his son’s father. This story was never about him. “Was I really seeking good? Or just seeking attention?”

Fundy weaved through the trees, as much as he would love to see Dream before he left, he knew that the ocean would be too far away, and Fundy did not pride his quickness to arrive there in time if he were to stop now. Despite himself, he paused for just a moment. They had thought it fitting that Dream was to be executed near the site of where L’Manburg used to be. An end to the tyrant. An end to all tyrants. Fundy could still hear the chains in his ears, could still see the vision in the back of eyes. His visions never lied. If Fundy doesn't do something, Dream will die here.

“Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an ice-cold eye?” He’d tried to be good his whole life. Maybe he had always been wrong. Maybe, just like the gods, just like her, he was nothing but selfish. “If that's all good deeds are maybe that's the reason why…”

His wishes were curses because he was selfish. Because she was selfish.

“No good deed goes unpunished. All helpful urges should be circumvented.” Well, one last wish then. He’ll pray to her, and he’ll pay the price. “No good deed goes unpunished. Sure, I meant well…”

He could no longer see Dream. He wished he’d told Yogurt how much he loved him.

“Well, look at what well-meant did…”

He wishes she changed her mind about taking him away.

“All right, enough, so be it, so be it then.” He turned to the ocean, the waves clinging to his ankles, pulling him home. “Let all of them be agreed, I'm wicked through and through.”

Dream was not a good man, but Fundy loved him anyway. So yes, he’ll make this wish. He’ll bring her here.

“Since I can not succeed, Dream, saving you.” He can’t do this on his own, but she can. And she only wants one thing in return. “I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again.”

Let her wreak havoc on this godforsaken land. Let her save his lover.

“Ever again.”

It was all he could do to save Dream.

“No good deed will I do again!”

He screamed.

His mother laughed back.

Fundy doesn’t remember anything more, for the ocean had finally claimed its lost offspring.

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I’m sorry if this is confusing, I was trying to go for a confusing vibe X,D

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Day 2) Two Birds

I didn't wanna do the classic 'the red string' for this one so I just did regular wire/string

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New event coming soon!

We have had fluff week for Valentines' Day, so now it's time for Angst! Fundy Angst Week 2022 is coming to fundyfiles from April 16 to April 22.

Stay tune for the theme and prompts reveal, coming to you soon!