#also anon

Also I really like your art style. And I know that this is likely too big an idea, but you asked for suggestions and I figured it might atleast give you inspiration

so, I actually got off work early. Amaze, Amaze, Amaze!! And i dedicated a good hour to the drawing/comic. Now, this is my first comic.. ever. If it even a comic? A mini panel. Idk, I don't really care. So give me some grace please 🙏 (badum tish)

Alice immediately feeling a fire in her loins if you do this LMAO. A woman who matches her wildfire of a freak? Hell fucking yes.

She is quick to yank you back and return the kiss tenfold, sliding her tongue into your mouth to further deepen the kiss. Her noises are loud too, moaning into your lips so you know she’s enjoying it. Forget the rose, forget everything, she realizes she has you hooked and throws you over her shoulder without a second thought.

“Oh! Where are we…going…?” You are slightly out of breath thanks to Alice’s skilled tongue.

“Where? Oh just a little…secretive area where we could do the rest in private. Can’t have the woodland creatures staring, now can we?”

i’m gonna be real, i completely agree with what that anon said before. like genuinely, i don’t get the hype. your fics are okay at best— readable, sure, but they’re nothing special. it’s wild watching you act like you’re doing something revolutionary when all you do is write the same three dynamics over and over with. and somehow people eat it up like it’s art. it’s not. it’s just decent formatting and a lot of self-promotion. that’s it.

and the way you carry yourself? like you’re the face of the fandom or something? you talk like you invented jack o’connell fanfiction. you didn’t. you just got lucky. let’s not pretend this is about skill. if brittany broski hadn’t posted your fic on her story that one time, you’d still be sitting at 200 followers begging people to reblog your stuff. and you did beg— constantly. you talk a lot about “writing for yourself” but your entire presence revolves around people hyping you up. every time someone posts praise, you reblog it with a 4-paragraph essay about your process. it’s exhausting lol. (and please don’t say i’m jealous of you, babe i ain’t).

there are so many writers in this fandom who actually put in effort, who write complex stuff, who don’t rely on the same three trauma tropes or a sad boy aesthetic to get clicks. but they don’t get attention because they’re not online 24/7 reminding everyone that they exist. you post a half-finished wip and somehow your followers act like it’s scripture. the most mid lines get treated like literary genius. and yeah, maybe that’s not your fault, but you definitely lean into it like you believe the hype.

not saying you don’t deserve any followers, but people need to broaden their horizons. the echo chamber around your fics is just getting embarrassing at this point. like, congratulations on branding yourself successfully, but don’t confuse it with being the best writer in the room. you’re not. not even close.

((part 1 of my response, and please respond back for both parts cause i rlly wanna see what ur response is on this one thanks.) 😑

part 2

bro, i could name so many people in this fandom who actually deserve to have their work seen. people who write with depth, originality, and actual heart — not just surface-level angst dressed up with a few aesthetic lines and a soft header. like real writers. people who care about what they’re doing. and yet, somehow, it’s always your stuff getting reblogged into orbit. it’s like everyone’s allergic to quality until you drop something — then suddenly the standards vanish and mediocrity becomes brilliance.

and the worst part? your newer stuff doesn’t even feel like you wrote it. it’s giving ai. like be real — there’s no voice, no real emotional core, just these perfectly structured paragraphs that read like they were generated off a prompt. no one’s buying the whole “wrote this in one sitting at 2am” thing anymore. it’s stiff. overworked. flat. no one writes that much that fast without either burning out or using tools. and if you are using ai, then that’s even more of a slap in the face to writers who actually bleed over their drafts and still get ignored.

and it’s honestly wild you wanna write a real book and plan on publishing it, girl 😑 like, do you really think the publishing world’s gonna swallow the same recycled, basic nonsense the fandom does? the standards there are a whole different level. you might wanna get real about that before you start dreaming so big.

the fandom has such a weird obsession with clout over craft, and you’re the perfect example of that. the way people trip over themselves to reblog your posts while genuinely talented writers sit in silence? it’s depressing. you’ve basically turned fanfic into a performance — not storytelling. everything you do is curated for attention, and the sad part is, it’s working. people don’t care if something’s good anymore, they just care if it’s you.

but hey. keep playing the game. just don’t pretend it’s about the writing.

(no hate ofc but it’s just my opinion in this whole situation but overall im not saying you don’t deserve the attention, like hey congrats.)

Hi anon—thank you for taking the time to write all of this. I know it probably took a lot of energy to put your thoughts into words, and even if they were hard to read, I do appreciate the honesty.

It’s okay if my writing doesn’t resonate with you. Not everyone’s going to connect with the same style, voice, or emotional beats—that’s the beauty of storytelling. It’s subjective. I know there are many incredible writers in this fandom who deserve recognition, and I agree that fandom should uplift a variety of voices, not just the loudest ones. I hope they get the love they deserve too.

As for me—I am proud of what I’ve made. It’s not perfect. It never will be. But it’s mine. I’ve written from a place of joy, of grief, of love for these characters and for this community. I’ve shared my work because I care. Not because I think I’m better than anyone, but because writing has always been my way of showing up—even when I’m scared of being misread.

And yeah, I’ve been lucky. I’ve had support, signal boosts, kind reblogs, and moments I never imagined. But I’ve also worked hard. I’ve spent late nights obsessing over rhythm, over a single sentence, over whether a line would land emotionally. I’ve cried at kind comments. I’ve panicked over posting. I’ve learned as I’ve gone. I’m still learning.

I write because I love it. I share because it brings me connection. I talk about process because people ask and seem to care. And I stay online because community—even flawed and messy and loud—means something to me.

If I ever come across as performative or pretentious, I’m genuinely sorry. That’s never the goal. But I won’t apologize for caring deeply about the things I make, or for being proud of the space I’ve carved out through a mix of luck, hard work, and vulnerability.

I hope you find work that does move you — maybe even your own. Because the fandom needs all of us, in our different styles and voices. And truly, I wish you peace, fulfillment, and good stories. 🖤

Safe, sleepy, warm.

You lay with your head in his lap, comfortable, content. He runs his fingers through your hair, drawing long and gentle lines across your scalp. Every once in a while they switch to petting, smoothing down your hair and twirling it around his fingertips.

Together, you watch a movie. Something funny- they've been begging for you to watch it with them- but you can't remember what it's called. Your mind is still a little fuzzy from the medicine.

He giggles at the screen, and you can't help but smile. Their laugh is so cute.

Simon looks down at you, once again smoothing down your hair to get a better look at your face.

"You look so sweet," they croon. ". . . I wish I had my camera..."

You feel suddenly shy. Your hand comes up to hide your face, but they wrap their hand around yours to stop you.

"Nooo," they coo. "Let me look a little longer.."

"Look at the screen," you plead softly.

A sound you could only compare to a chirp escapes his throat, and he squeezes your hand a little tighter than normal.

"Sorry," they whisper, a little smile peeking up at the corners of their mouth. "I can't help it..."

You begin to blush a little, unable to conceal the smile that forms on your face. "You're terrible," you tease.

"And you're pretty."

“Today the forest, as well as abolish’s love, burned” (readers note: AUGHHHHGJHDSIDNAOJDISDH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME)

Do you think once abolish was done with burning the forest, he’d end up also burning the rose? I feel like either way it’d mean a lot.. either him destroying something he loved, or refusing to let go of something he has deemed important..

-⭐️

(the oneshot anon is referencing)

I think he wouldn't burn the rose, just because if he wanted to destroy it, he would've done it by then. Abolish probably held onto it, as one tiny shred of selfishness. He'd burn it later, maybe tomorrow.

And then, Pyro dies. After hearing that news, Abolish can't bring himself to destroy the final trace of their existence. They have no grave, no one mourns him, even Abolish knew that he would have to die. So there's no harm in letting that flower remain, right?

When Abolish leaves Oakhurst, he stares at it for longer than he would ever admit. No one would question a singe flower, tucked into his suit. It still hasn't wilted.

However, when he steps into the carriage, the rose is still in its vase. That part of Abolish's life is over. Holding onto someone who did nothing but hurt would be foolish. And when the carriage rolls away, Abolish tells himself that he's okay with that. That he doesn't regret leaving it behind. His eyes are blurring because he's tired. It's been a long couple of weeks.

Maybe, centuries later, when Shelby, Scott, and Drift are visiting Avid's grave, Abolish tags along. Just to make sure that Oakhurst isn't in trouble again. Maybe he stops to say hello to Cleo and Pearl. Maybe Pearl pulls him aside, saying that she pulled something out of his old house, and didn't know if he would want it. Maybe she hands him the rose, still as pristine as the day he got it. Maybe Abolish takes it, pressing it to his heart. Maybe, with centuries of growth between the last time he saw it, Abolish recognizes his own feelings, and allows himself to grieve what could've been.

Maybe when Shelby goes to build Pyro a grave, at long last, Abolish accompanies her. Maybe when everyone has left, when the sun begins to rise over the horizon, Abolish takes out the flower. Maybe he apologizes to Pyro, for how it had to end. Maybe he confesses that he never knew how to feel about them. And maybe, before he places the flower down on the grave, Abolish gives it one final kiss.

And then he leaves. He can't dwell on the past forever.

I've been saving this message in my drafts for months until I had time to check this out, but I'm officially starting it! If it breaks my heart, anon, I'm holding you personally responsible for my therapy bills 😭

we've come so far as a community also happy pride<3!!

I love seeing my kind in the wild