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Wallflower Blush has a bad habit, but it's really not a big deal. After all, it's her choice.

Amazing reading by Brook the Book Horse.

Rated Recommended by PresentPerfect.

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This was heavy, and sadly all too real for some people.

As somebody who doesn't indulge in this activity, this was an enlightening experience. I'm also impressed with how much tension and emotion you managed to pack in towards the end, so well done!

Also also, I really appreciate how much detail and background and feeling you managed to pack in (from home life, to past life, to current life, just to name a few) while still making this feel like a short real-time event

I know. Suicide doesn't end pain. It just passes it onto others.

Ouch. That last line was such a doozy, despite being so simple and understated.

That feeling when you start trying something new. How hard can it be? The feeling of discovering that you’re in way over your head. How do others get so good at it? They make it look so easy.

Finally, the feeling when you find you’re not actually that deep in, and must drastically improve your skills.

This had me feeling a little bit of anxiety throughout.

I thought she was really gonna die for a second there :fluttercry:

Nah, I would never do that to Wally.

TThe Time We Have Left
Unable to handle her anxiety without the memory stone, Wallflower Blush tries to end her life. The attempt leaves her too injured to recover, and with just hours left to live, she expects to die all alone—until Sunset Shimmer appears, asking, “Why?"
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Something like this ended in the first stitches and hospital trip I've had in years. It's in my past now, but thinking about it still dredges up a lot of feelings that stories like this are one of my only safe ways to address. Thank you for writing it.

I can't physically relate, but this hurt to read a bit. Solid story.

This made my skin crawl

Wow... This was really well done. Not just grammar and spelling (both of which were very on point) but the descriptions as well.

I've battled this demon for a good chunk of my life. While it's something I rarely do these days, relapses do happen on occasion if my stress levels are really high. That being said, when it comes to thoughts during and descriptions of cutting, you NAILED it. Definitely adding this to my list of well made fics.


This one, imo, came together better than the others. Like, I don't think the character innately has to be quite as self destructive as you tend to portray her...but if you're going to take that self destructiveness as axiomatic then THIS is the way to do it. Understated, low key. Indirect.

Full disclosure... When I write Wallflower doing self-destructive things, I'm usually less concerned with characterization and more with get these thoughts out of my head project project project gaaaaahhhhhhh-- Out of all my stories with her, though, the one that focuses the most on her characterization is, funnily enough, also the one where she doesn't have a history of self-harm. I'm not sure if that's one of my Wally fics that you've read, but I'll always shamelessly recommend it because I'm very proud of it and it's an important story that needs to exist, uncomfortable as it may be.

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Soapboxing aside, I'm glad you enjoyed this. I don't really know much about the 'culture' surrounding self-harm, as that's never really been an impactful thing for me. In my experience, most western media portrayals of it are shallow and disrespectful, using it as a sort of "press here to insert drama" button. If nothing else, I hope my portrayals of it are at least coming across as realistic. I mean, I know they're realistic for obvious reasons, but you know what I mean.

Thanks for reading!

Big oof warning. You good? Good.

I honestly can't remember specifically when or why I started self-harming. I mean I know why--depression, abusive parent, etc etc etc--but I'm not sure why I chose self-harm over some other kind of coping mechanism. I was 14, and it was maybe a year and a half a year before my first suicide attempt, but the specifics of that entire period of time are lost to me for whatever reason. When I started hurting myself again a couple years later, there was a big fat Traumaaaaa™ I could point to as my excuse, but not the first time. Almost eleven years later, I still deal with it, and upon really close inspection I don't even know why lmao.

Reading your comment makes me wonder where I first heard about self-harming as a concept in general, cuz it's definitely not something I would have just figured out on my own. Life is weird sometimes.

With every story of yours I’ve read, it strikes me that you’ve done a huge amount of research into the topics you cover, and this one is certainly no exception. Both in terms of Wallflower’s emotional state and the physical details of her cuts, it’s clear that you’ve aimed to convey a more accurate depiction of depression and self-loathing rather than using it as a mere plot device.

That constant flitting between analysis, self-justification and spiralling trains of thought rings as painfully true, torn between wanting to feel more and wanting to feel less. And then ending on the cold note of Wallflower calming down and just staring at herself left an unpleasant taste in my mouth in the best way. That gave me a mental image that I had to stop and think about for a good while.

There’s none of the whining melodrama that’s all too easy in these types of stories, none of the one-dimensional click-here-to-add-sadness writing. What’s left is a bitter, logical, and ultimately reasonable insight into Wallflower’s justifications, borne from what comes across as a desire to see self-harming done right (and, if you’ll forgive my stalking of your blog, first-hand experience).

As little as it might mean coming from Random Internet Nobody™, I’m sorry that you’ve had to go through this yourself. But you’ve certainly put your experiences to use and ultimately created one of the most respectful depictions of depression and self-harming I’ve seen on this site. Thanks for sharing.

This is the closest a fic has gotten me to vomit. This is...yikes.

Oh no, Wally Bby what you doin?

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I'm stuck on her flesh being white instead of green. c.c

Doesn't exactly align with my own experience, but felt genuine regardless.

Going to a hospital would mean her parents would finally find out about her cutting, and they’d make her go to a psych ward again

Most relatable part for me.

Man, this is just heartbreaking.

Beautiful, Scampy. This is probably one of the best things I read on this topic. People always asked me why I do it and I'd always say "I don't know." Of course it's correlated to depression, but if I'm being honest, I'd be just as likely to do it enjoying a happy moment with my friends and excusing myself to the bathroom, as I would being in my bedroom wishing things would be different. Maybe I never realized I didn't know why I did it.

The behaviour is just as addicting as anything else in the world. You can stop someone from doing it but you can't stop someone from wanting to do it. I wish more people would have pitied their selves for being ignorant to their own destructive behaviours instead of shaming me for my own.

Much love to you, Scampy, hope you are staying safe in these trying times. Don't get sick on me!

Hopefully you can try stay clean! I’ve been clean for I’d say, aaaaa few days now? Maybe. Anywho, hope you’re doing well.

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