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the only person you can bet all-in is you
so remember
pain is certain
suffering is optional
you have the power to control the ability to
if we really want something to happen
dont wish for it to happen
make it happen
you're only enemy is your mind
you can do so much in this small world
live your best life
DONT TAKE LIFE SERIOUSLY, OR LIFE WILL SERIOUSLY TAKE YOU.
i lauv/loaf/luv you
you are awesome sauce
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(n.) a warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a relationship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship
lets sit around the fire till we melt away our worries!! 2gether!
NOTE: this is not self projecting!! i swear!! [besides the american high school life (lol)] i wanted to emulate the burnt-out kid vibe i was inspired by this chatfic i read!! enjoy guyz!! expect some hcs this week 💋💋 (hopefully) and a shameless business blog plug! (hopefully… not?! why not?!)
brendan & wally & may
the never-ending paranoia lost between amity
The paranoia multiplied as Wally trudged his way home, following the same sidewalk, chipped cement, and rocks sneaking into his worn-out shoes, like crumbs, providing even more of a miserable walk. The wind lightly tossed around the soft green hair, as it turned from neatly kept to a slight mess.
This paranoia followed him home. Through the street, the dimmed street lights followed, the people chattering followed, the city followed, and life followed. They all followed him to avoid the still school. The school was squeezed out of its vivaciousness as the last remaining students finished with club meetings, sports to academics, to pre-professional; as the last remaining teachers flicked their room switches off, leaving soulless rooms; to the last admins and janitors leaving for the day; transformed the school into an empty, sombre hull, until the next day of operation.
Yet before everyone left, before everything had settled silently, Wally decided to stay later than usual to stall at the school’s stadium. To stare at the saturated sunset, displaying its flamboyant, but soft blues to oranges. In the near distance, he heard whistles screeching, teams squawking in frustration, shouting exasperated sighs, and screaming excitement, unaware of the future. These noises faded since, at the top, you can never clearly hear them battle it out on the field. These muffled noises were the perfect sounds for the solace he held only to himself.
He sat on the bleachers up high, as he finalized drafts due, completed study guides, and rushed through applications. Wally enjoyed the rush of feeling productive after being stricken with endless coughs his whole life. He was determined to demonstrate this new era of himself, despite being stuck in high school. Countless nights of research, studying, and writing led him to where he is now– number one in the rankings, accompanied by accolades, smooth communication, descriptive writing, and a plethora of knowledge.
Of course, this wasn’t enough to satisfy him. He wanted to ensure his future was truly in his hands, gripped tightly, with his veins popping out of his fists.
Publishing research papers to apply to various job shadows and internships, he wanted to ensure the empty pit felt safe.
Many of his peers did start to notice his diligent efforts, and instinctively, they wanted in. It started first as comments– comments that used to have vivacity. From “He’s so smart!” to “I wish I were as hard-working as him,” they littered the school halls to the back of classrooms. In the past, he would just brush them off, but they started to sting more when comments transformed actively into a being. A being that would follow him, feeding into paranoia.
Questions ranging from “What do you plan to do in the future?” to “What do you use to study?” wouldn’t bother him as much as they did now. He would respond with enthusiasm, filled with excitement, hoping that these inquiries, simply seeds, would blossom into beautiful, dramatic flowers of friendship: shared determination. Instead, these seeds would be planted and grow into sprouts, which would attempt to morph into roses, only to wither immediately when he realized they were being cared for with pollutants, not water.
Now, in the present, when asked, he would respond with stale responses. Just “Doctor” or “Whatever’s out there” would suffice. Wally would think to himself that he was overreacting, treasuring the sprouts a little too much, yet in reality, he just wanted to share his determination with others– to motivate, to inspire, to share all of his aspirations, without all of it being taken away from a phony friendship. He wanted to discuss his aspirations to become a pulmonologist, his plans to start a non-profit, or how he had been consulting with various professors. However, too much information would likely backfire on the plan he had been meticulously planning for years.
He had to thrive, no matter the environment. For himself, the few who believe in him now, and the many who believe in him in the future.
He had friends outside of school, but after doomscrolling through those school videos, the ones that give massive FOMO, where its just school friends hanging out, to friends grinding through laborious papers, it did hurt not to have a group of friends that would keep your future in your hands whilst laughing, crying, or screaming at the fruits of the hard labor school assigned to them.
He did truly want a group to himself. A group that would always choose to stick around at school festivals and functions, a group that would always call to hang out first, a group that would never drain his social battery, a group that would plant the seeds themselves, and together water the roses of friendship, while admiring the water droplets reflect off the petals.
These thoughts would always linger at the back of his brain, controlling him like a marionette.
The strings always tugged on him lightly, but would feed into his paranoia.
Focusing on his walk home, these thoughts fueled the paranoia that stalked him. Still following a beaten dirt path, the dirt and rocks landed on his pants and onto his worn-out shoes. The wind died down. It was a breeze that Wally wanted to feel.
He stared into the sky for a brief moment. Never much of an astronomy nerd, but he could recall some of the constellations he remembered in the evening sky. They were barely shining, but were bright enough to be noticed. He stared in awe at the sky, refreshing his memory on each star he sort of recognized. A small smile crept onto his face as his cheeks lit up into a faint pink. It was exciting to remember such things; he would spend all night trying to remember when he wasn’t stricken with studying.
As he stared, the breeze nudged him as a reminder to head home, which he returned to walking on the beaten path.
When he arrived home, the sensation of finally twisting the doorknob and opening the door gave him a fresh sense of relief that washed over him, despite feeling worn out.
He opened the door enough to let the night sky sink into his parents. The feeling of “Wow, he really did stay late this time!” and “You’re gonna worry the hell out of us,” always said more politely, of course.
His mother, a fairly young-looking woman who secretly was a bit older than she looked, had a youthful mask that covered her tired face and the faint wrinkles that complemented it, and her black tied-up bun, messy enough to show that she was running around all day, but neat enough to look presentable (at least to the family). She greeted her son lightly. “Hiya dearie, you decided to stay at school more than usual.” A dashing, deafening silence filled the room, and the loving mother continued with a ramble, “Was it your club meetings again? They need to stop holding you back for so long! You’ll get tired, and then your homework…”
“No, just some meetings with the professors,” Wally replied softly. His father whipped his head back for a cheeky laugh, hair whipped back, looking unkept, and a rough, firm hand cupping his face, feeling the swift contact between his glasses (barely smashing them), roared between his moustache, looking up swiftly again for a strong moment of proud eye contact, “Well, son! You’re a very accomplished lad, aren’t you! You’ve completed half the work I would’ve wanted to do in my lifetime!”
“Yes, hon, and he did it all with less than 4 hours of sleep a night!” his mother sneakily commented on it. “Dearie, you need to sleep early! Don’t think I don’t hear your keyboard typing all night, I ain’t dumb!”
“Alright, mom…” Wally trailed off. He hugged both of his parents to signify a “Hi! I love you guys, but I really need to finish up on work!” and rushed to his room silently and awkwardly to avoid extra comments of worry from his parents. In his quiet rush, he shut the door slowly, slow enough not to hear the creak, but loud enough for the door to emanate that airy slam that would be heard.
He flicked the light switch, turning on the warm lighting, hooked his backpack strap onto the dainty wood chair, and unzipped his bag to take out the slim laptop and a flimsy notebook. He placed them onto the table, turned on the lamp, tilted it, and took out his earbuds while trying to shove them into the jack. He sat down, turning on his computer, logging in with his credentials, and finally signing into his account to attend his final meeting of the night.
He shoved each bud into each ear and sat patiently through the meeting, keeping note of important details to improve his future projects. He discreetly worked on extra schoolwork he forgot to complete while the professors would banter on. Some did ask Wally various questions, yet their conversations morphed into their own world, which Wally was a part of, but was like their Saturn to the Sun.
The meetings finally concluded, and when he dazed up at his clock, it would be in alarming, glaring red numbers that would blend unharmoniously. The clock was screaming profusely: “12:34 AM! 12:34 AM!” His soft astonishment melted alongside his vision and clock, melting into a perfect harmony. His dream-like delusion thoughts are most likely attributed to his atrocious sleep schedule, but it was welded into this unharmonious harmony of fighting to thrive while barely surviving, for the future he fought recklessly for.
As he peacefully rested his head on his arm, gazing gently at his computer, the light emitted made him appear as an angelic being. He almost forfeited the day to sleep until he heard a buzz.
“Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt… Bzzt”, the silent buzzes startled the sleep-deprived boy whose eyes were drooping as he attempted to read the eleven notifications that came in swiftly. When he lazily grabbed the phone, he couldn’t tell what was going off. Hopefully, no important emails or something along those lines, he thought to himself. When the phone finished shaking and shrilling, he finally could make up what the notifications said.
He whispered to himself, “What in the world are they doing up so late?” Those two were Wally’s closest friends, or the closest he’s ever gotten to someone that wasn’t immediate family. He pressed on one of the 68 notifications his group chat spammed him, and still saw them spamming the group chat.
“Wally… Wally… Wally… wake up… up…! Euejeie… hshshejeejeje… sssheejeje” messages like those littered his screen as the two bugged him to wake up. Wally responded with a “I’m here now,” and the two probably snickered behind their screens while typing up their questionable ideas for him.
Brendan texted, “Hey Wally! So we were planning to meet up here!!” with a pin to a random location, with a shockingly high elevation. “Please, I mean please bring food, we are starving!”, he emphasized within his text. May chimed in with a “Yessir, we are parched and starved! Come ASAP! We love you, king.”
Wally couldn’t ignore them. It was sort of sweet how they begged to see him and to bring food. So, Wally carefully emptied everything from his backpack and shoved some socks and a hoodie carelessly, and tiptoed as if the floor was lava to the pantry. The whole house was still and asleep. As Wally snuck around trying to grab onto the crumbly, crackly chip bags, he kept his breath quiet enough to hear the snoring from his parents' room.
He zipped up his backpack and fled the scene as he just committed a robbery. He walked silently toward the door and ran out, slamming the door, fleeing his house.
He ran breathlessly, gasping for air, as every exhale could be seen. While running on the pebbles downward, he had a smile creep up. Being able to run without stopping felt nice. Not having any worries or doubts about breathing or homework reassured him of some solace. He continued to run at the same pace towards this mystery location while the buzzes could be felt on his hand.
And now he trudges to his second home unknowingly, the campfire. He hasn’t realized, but this would become the new place for him to finally unravel everything that ever bothered him. To shake off the shackles his mind forced him to wear, and to take the first deep breaths that would reassure him that all of his life efforts wouldn’t die in vain, but instead, be reborn and come back to him with more lovely opportunities he could relish in.
It wouldn’t just be him who would evolve with time. His second home was secretly budding with life. Filled with ethereal fauna and flora. A nearby body of water filled with Lotads and Surskits, hiding the ecosystem beneath. Chinchous, Corsalas, Goldeens, and Seakings, that fought in harmony or against it, accompanied by Magikarps and Wailmers that would suddenly blow up into enormous Wailords and Gyradoses. Sometimes, the occasional Milotic would pass by with a friendly splash.
Above water, there were also surprises. Lines of Cacnea would follow with Trapinches, searching for new land, while the Oddishes would fall behind. Swarms of Nincadas and Wurmples would waddle behind as the Wingulls and Taillows flew around. And once in a while, they would be surprised by a friendly shout of excitement from wandering Exploud.
He would never think that ahead when it came to his surroundings, only about the people who alter his future.
Wally arrived at the quaint campfire. The fire barely spat any big flames, and it either looked like it had just started or was struggling to stay alive, as it coughed some scorching red-orange flames out. May and Brendan were sitting on some chopped logs, which still had some moss on and were definitely not splinter-prone.
Brendan did a cutesy double wave with a cheeky smile, and May did an aggressive wave at Wally, both trying to gain his attention.
“Over here!” May shouted. Wally hastily walked towards the rusty logs and took a seat next to Brendan. “These logs aren’t really that comfortable…” Wally mumbled loud enough for the two to hear. Their conversation about finding the wood to sit on, to starting the fire, to school nonsense, then about random encounters dragged the whole night, stretching their conversations as their loud crunches and scrambles for snacks blended with the night’s static.
And of course, Wally, the overemotional, sentimental boy, had to give some implied gleam of a smile, which caused him to tear up and sniffle a bit, leading him to become the undeniable bid of the group, awarding him more shoves and noogies.
However, he did really care about May and Brendan a lot. They never stuck out in school, sports, arts, STEM, speaking, but maybe in some “insignificant” hobbies; they were barely shining, but their lights were powering up to be the suns of society.
Now surrounded by the warmth of their budding friendship and the campfire’s heat, they laughed the night away with funny stories of the past and random out-of-pocket jokes. Finally, Wally did feel like maybe he didn’t need a group in school or someone who could understand his struggles externally. They didn’t need to feel the burdens he felt; maybe that could be for another bed of thorns.
They were a group that would always choose him to stick around at chaotic parties and small gatherings. They were a group that would always call each other to hang out first. They were a group that would never drain his social battery. They were a group that would plant the seeds together, water the roses of friendship, while admiring the water droplets reflecting off the petals, together.
He just needed a few sprouts to understand his struggles internally, and these sprouts to be sustained long enough to be watered with true water, to bloom into alluring roses, alluring roses that were the definition of their amity, amity that would help Wally forget the never-ending paranoia that controlled him.
“But for now”, Wally thought to himself, “Let’s dramatize everything. To make life worth living.”
The three smiled from ear to ear endlessly as they saw the moon transform into the sun.
GUYSS. IM SO BACK. I wrote a cute lil love note on my last end note on ao3, but i love yall too!!!!!!
🍂 🍃 Hello and welcome to our fifth annual Flufftober 🍂 🍃
Wow, we’re so excited to be back for our mini-anniversary and even more excited to have you here with us!
As has become our tradition: let’s fill the month of October with as much fluff as possible 🥰 since it's our mini-anniversary, we have a little surprise for you aside from the main list of 31 prompts and the alt prompts you're used to...😏
As with all our events, our standard blog rules apply, and you'll find answers to most questions on our FAQ post.
Below the cut, you'll find the necessary posting info and all the prompts in writing. If you have any more questions, please feel free to send us an ask.
Prompt Extras
Once again, we're offering you the option of Prompt Extras. You're more than welcome to replace prompts from the original list if they don't work for you for whatever reason - no explanation needed.
Aside from last year's fan favorites, we once again have a challenge for you: five rather romantic prompts - but make them platonic!
But wait, there's more...
As a little treat for our mini-anniversary, your Modmins got together and voted on their favorite prompts from previous years. We present:
Remember, you can use the Prompt Extras however you like:
to replace a prompt from the original list
to create even more content aside from the original prompts
mixed together to enhance one or more of the other prompts
Whichever way you use them, have fun and go wild 💚
We hope you like these prompts, and now
Happy Creating 🥳
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Prompts
1. Anniversary
2. Pet Sitting
3. In Vino Veritas
4. Set in another time
5. Early Morning Walks
6. Late Night Talks
7. Moving Day
8. Cursed
9. Coming Home
10. Set up by Friends
11. “Double or nothing?”
12. Blizzard or Heatwave
13. Hosting a Holiday Event
14. Stuck or Lost Together
15. “This looks fun.” - “Not the word I would use, but okay.”
It's funny, because Buggy tried so hard to betray Luffy so many times. It's like the universe itself wouldn't let him not help after Luffy gave him the treasure marker.
Mihawk will make it explicit during the Marineford arc that Luffy's greatest strength isn't his physical prowess, but his ability to make allies. It's interesting to contrast the way in which Luffy wins people over compared to other thematic foils like Blackbeard, who gains equally enormous influence through violence and coercion. Luffy's guileless faith in characters like Buggy (which later shows up in his alliance with Law) is on its surface stupid in the cutthroat world of pirates, but it's because not despite Luffy is who he is that he influences others to his cause.
Cynical characters like Buggy and Mr. 3 will try (and fail) to take advantage of him, but by mere proximity Luffy will in turn inspire them to grow beyond their base instincts, and he's rewarded by the narrative for his trouble. Mr. 2 comes back to save him after being terrified of Magellan. Mr. 3 unlocks the keys to Ace's cuffs. Buggy saves his ass repeatedly through the saga. It's like Luffy is a gravity well that people can't help but fall into, and it's that charisma and ability to almost instantly create bonds with other people that will cause him to eventually become the Pirate King.
