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This story is a sequel to Promises To Keep


Wallflower left her home very good reason, and when that reason rears its head in the form of an unknowing acquaintance from her past crossing her path, they bring with them a revelation that shakes the foundations of Wallflower's new home, leaving her with a choice to make.


Written for, and with, Scampy.
Find the collected works for the SunFlower Saga here.
Featured on 08/19/2020

Chapters (3)
Comments ( 34 )

Every part of this story is absolutely flawless. Like for real, this is a miracle story. It shouldn't be possible, it's too good.

Three 5/5 perfect SunFlower stories in a row. You are my damn hero 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

It’s nice to see references to your other stories reading this, great read man.

Now the wedding goddammit.

You're killing me with these, man. You are just too damn good at pulling on my heartstrings. Great work again.

J_Q

“It means ‘what a mess’, see?” Rosary says before turning back to stare out at the streets of Canterlot. “A couple friends of mine own an auto garage in the Commons. This crazy old Marexican guy and his brother. He says it a lot.”

All these references, I can’t keep up.

J_Q

Another great story, now to see if there’s another sequel.

"Rosary gives him a thankful nod"
"Rosary gives her a thankful nod"? She was female earlier in the scene.

"I would say that she erased Rosary’s memory of self-hatred and guilt."
"I would say that she erased Rosary’s memory out of self-hatred and guilt."? That seems like an important distinction, so I wanted to be sure it wasn't just a typo.

...So these appear to be basically turning into another series/verse within your work, now. Not complaining. :)


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Hm. I caught the one with the mechanics, but what were the others?

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Yeah, they sort of are. Blame Scampy for that. I promised her some SunFlower, but you know me, Reese. I can't do anything small.

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As always, I appreciate your eye on this stuff. There's always something that slips me.

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Hah, like I said, not complaining; also not surprisingly, you're doing them well, too. :)
Thanks. :)

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Thanks. :) And I know how that is, yeah; elusive things, typos...
Sorry I don't do more of this, really, but, well, other things wanting my time.


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Oh, by the way, I'm not quite sure of the meaning behind the title on this one; if you don't mind me asking, what is it?

- be nine years old and scared, crouching in the dark place that’s small and crammed with too many meaningless things.-

and suddenly 4chan greentext. I’m ok with this; it’s fitting.

Comment posted by TreeNacho deleted Aug 21st, 2020

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I can’t remember the others if there were any but just across I-A-M’s stories in general there’s always references to the other stuff they’ve written.

Hopefully this is the last Emotional roller coaster these two are a part of, so they can now live a happy and joyous life together as well as a good chance for Wallflower to reunite with a long lost family member.

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Ah, okay; thanks. :)

You do know you have to a fic of their wedding now, don't you?

I mean, we have to see the "perfect" ring Sunset picked out. And what Rarity designs as far as dress/tux. The unique vows. The garden they plant together that inevitably will be the setting. All their friends and family from two dimensions giving them support and love. Hijinks inevitably ensue when two Pinkie Pies plan a wedding together.

That sorta thing.

Don't leave us hangin' now.

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Oh I’m aware. Definitely have that as a required story I’ve gotta write.

And another rollercoaster ride of a short story that you’ve knocked out of the park. Where Love Deeply and Promises To Keep set up the dynamic between the two, here you delve head-first into Wallflower’s past in a way that comes across like a lovely little spin-off episode.

Immediately, I’m impressed. The analogy of memories being like rooms is just fantastic, and the way Wallflower and Bright Eyes play off that analogy in a way that feels fluid while still making perfect sense (“my house has motion sensors rather than light switches”, I feel that) is top-notch.

As OCs go, Rosary is immediately right up there. There’s something about the way you write her as this sly old bird, to whom rules are more like guidelines, that just tickles me.

Like her initial interaction with Sunset was excellent. Linking back to the Memory Stone, and weaving the narrative so that ironically, through the two of them lying through their teeth, they manage to tell pretty much the exact truth about Wallflower’s situation? That’s genius.

Next time I come back, one way or the other, it will be with Wallflower Blush beside me.

I gotta say, I’m conflicted about this entire scene – in a good way. On the one hand, it seems very in-character of Sunset, heroine impulses and all, and it’s a nice version of the I will run through fire for the one I love mentality, noble as it is. But Sunset’s behaviour is quite unhinged here, as though driven by burning determination to do something that’s actually really rash. It’s… just a bit disturbing.

And then, when they’re finally reunited…

“T-Totally insane.”

“Yup!”

Dammit, you knew all along didn’t you :rainbowlaugh:. Cracking stuff, as always.

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This story was really my major foray into making the SunFlower cycle more nuanced than just a couple of fluffy one-shots. Delving into Wallflower's troubled past, how she used the memory stone, and why, was a big part of that.

As for Bright Eyes, I really do enjoy writing him. I actually have a degree in psychology so it's fun being able to approach writing from a place where I've got some first hand knowledge. I feel like having that knowledge helped it feel real. The House analogy is one that I use for myself and for others IRL so that's part of why it probably feels fluid.

Also yeah. I adore writing Rosary. She's so much fun.

Regarding the troubling part. Yeah, if you've read any of my stuff then you'll know that one of my version of Sunset's major character traits (I wouldn't call it flaw as such even though it can go badly) is that she goes completely all-in on things. It's like Wallflower says in Promises, Sunset is 'Damn the Torpedoes, full speed ahead.' Even if Sunset thinks there's only a tiny percent chance that something bad will happen to Wallie, that's enough for her to go nuclear because if the bad thing does happen and she knew she had a way to make sure it didn't, but didn't use it, she'd never forgive herself.

That's part of why she's my favorite manic disaster lesbian.

The "rooms" analogy is a good way of explaining compartmentalizing memories and emotions. I'll have to remember this.

She’s like pure iron, fire just makes her stronger.

Put me in that fire and all I’d do is burn.

While both statements are true, Wallflower doesn't quite understand that she's also the forge in the first analogy. Sunset might be steel, but Wallflower is one of those things/people that can temper her to become even stronger. That's how fierce her love is and can be.

The funniest one was about how she snuck back in to Catholic school to knock boots with the Head Girl three weeks later.

Aunt Rosary sounds like a total stud. :ajsmug: Also, I love that you named her Rosary Wise and then made her a total alpha lesbian. My own weird mix of gayness and Christianity is loving it.

If I just had a clean, empty slate, then no one could pull me back to the place I got away from.

The problem with running away is that you can never run away from yourself. Wallflower had to learn this the hard way unfortunately, both canonically and here. :(

And all the lights go out in the House.

Damn. It's saddeningly realistic that Wallflower would react this way to her abuser dying, but it's still hard to read.

Rosary Wise. Play along.

I'm loving Rosary even more. Clever lady.

The first day of my life

Damn. Way to come full circle and hit me in the feels again.

“Uhm, I’m uh… she’s kind of my whole world.”

“Sure that’s healthy, kid?” Rosary asks with a wry, raised eyebrow, and I shake my head.

“No,” I say honestly. “But it’s the best I’ve got.”

“Hm, fair enough.”

Points for self-awareness? Seriously though, I really like this exchange. It adds more depth to Sunset's character, especially since I'm on the heels of Promises and Air fresh in my mind. There's an intensity and fierceness to Sunset's love that borders on unhealthy at points (especially at their age), so seeing Sunset acknowledge that is nice.

I enjoy how Sunset's instinctive reactions to learning that Wallflower's father is dead culminate in the simple phrase:

Except… he was her father.

I'm a big proponent of the idea that one's gut reactions to something are largely out of our own control. It's our conscious thoughts after, along with what we actually do, that reveal who we are. And Sunset's nothing but perceptive and empathetic.

Either way, it wasn’t my decision to make, it was hers, and I respected that. Now I’m concerned that I may have made a mistake somewhere in there.

Nope, you didn't, Sunset. No one could have foreseen the position you've been put in.

The rest of this chapter... The geode... The memories... Wow. Wallflower's memories flowing in and out of each other, staccato and stream-of-consciousness in equal measure, was both a brilliant stylistic choice and a harrowing experience. The content itself was not surprising (especially since I've already read Air), but the way you presented it was incredibly immersive. Just... wow.

Come back to me.

Wow.

My mouth dries as she pushes herself up by her elbows like Sisyphus getting ready to roll that damn boulder up the hill one more time, and just shakes her head with a bone-weary smile.

Adding "Sisyphus" to the list of good Sunset analogies/metaphors, especially in your work. This little reference actually adds a lot to the story, IMO, what with all of the spiritual allusions in the title and prose. I love stuff like this.

“I’m just really crazy for you, Wallie… really, really crazy.”

All I can do is nod and try not to bawl as I agree.

“T-Totally insane.”

Bonus points for them both being aware of it.

You’ve got iron in your spine, kiddo, and I think if I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like you.”

Amen.

Even now, I’m not entirely sure I believe them. But I can say them, and that’s a good step.

Amen.

I don't know how to properly finish this comment, other than to say I absolutely loved this story. I find it trivial to say which of the SunFlower series is the best to me, because they are all so damn good in their own way, but parts of this had me floored. You should be proud of all your stories, but I sincerely hope you're proud of this one in particular.

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Once again, you steal the words from my mouth, and now they taste like bubble gum

Also,

“Generally speaking,” he says wanly. “Our sense of smell is the one most closely tied to memory.”

Don't I know it. The smell of someone, their house, their car, even the smell of pets is how I remember someone when they get close, and one smell that always makes me shy away is original Old Spice deodorant... An abuser wore it very loudly (if that makes sense) and... I, nearly a dozen years later, still feel the pain and the beginning of tears. And I hate washing my own scarves or coats or gloves or even my sheets because then they smell odd for a few days.

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What's it a reference to?

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That would be a reference to my other work, Featherfall, lol.

I'm not crying, you're crying:raritycry:

J_Q

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Another one of I-A-M’s stories.

I said it before I’ll say it again. Wall Flower just can’t catch a break.

Fuck man. This part works great with the ambiance of silent hill 2 music.

I’m going to go do my homework now. Great story. Loved readying every word of it.

This story and Running Our of Air really act as what I'd call the essential heart of the saga. If someone were to get past me stubbornly insisting that you don't get the option to read only one, that you must read all the SunFlower Gardens entries, then these are the two that I would eventually grumble are the goodest of shit, the main course to all the sides and desserts that you spoiled us readers with. The way so much unfolded in so few words without feeling weakened by brevity is a testament to your talent as a writer, and that we finally get a rich peek into (and more importantly, out of) where Wallflower came from in order to start untangling the roots of her trauma...

It's hella good shit. I think my favorite addition was a figure from Wallflower's past who was able to convincingly restore some of her memory (or at least the effect of it) with the help of Sunset. Rosary Wise acts as a good extension of your natural ability to incorporate more tricky, controversial human-world elements into Equestria Girls by being a walking, taking Real Religious (tm) reference. Her dry, take no shit old lady gay with lots of wisdom to guide Sunny and Wally along. Now that they've both graduated, it only makes sense they would feel panicked with less immediate support from their friend group and principals. The only thing I'm left wondering is how Ivy is. Her husband abused her for most, if not all of their relationship, and she was both a victim and enabler due to her callous attitude toward her only child.I would hope that Wally makes no effort to reconcile with someone, since it would be a disservice to how far she's come and evidently unhealthy, but we also don't get to know what happens to her or what Ivy is like post-funeral. It would be interesting to see.

The next story is a bit too far into the Not Safe For Ice Star realm, but I'll still give it an upvote. Unfortunately, that means robbing you of your perfect 69 upvotes on that story. I might be sorry for that.

Going out. Doing things. Seeing people. They all sap me of what very little energy I manage to wake up with on any given day. Even on good days, I tire out easily if I’m forced to involve other people. If I had much choice I’d probably just live in the woods, dress like a goblin, and hiss at anyone who gets near me before scuttling back to my squalid lair.

sounds like a plan to me

I chuckle weakly and nod. That’s just the tiniest bit of an understatement. Sunset has her own issues, but her house is in pretty good order. My house doesn’t have issues, it has federal code violations that can’t even be safely addressed until I can track down an old priest and a young priest.

meaning an exorcism

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