#hanahaki tw

[kilgarraara]

started with reigen just chilling but then my mind was going CRAZY thinking about the fanfic I recently read called The Negligible Self by ch_am, IT WAS SUCH AN ALL-CONSUMING JOURNEY, damn, my boy was going through some stuff, I loved it

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen arataka #the negligible self #hanahaki tw #kinda #serirei #also kinda #it's implied #my art

[pluviacuratio-a]

Flowers curling from your lungs in interwoven vines

Petals bloom across your tongue like soft exploded mines

A braid of love and longing in the taste of rose and pine

A fatal growth belonging to the want you couldn't hide

#♣ out of rain (ooc) #hanahaki tw #body horror tw #emetophobia tw #♣ can you paint with all the colors of the wind? (mun art) #♫ i was a heavy heart to carry (bella)

[your-mums-nuts]

PLEASE someone write a hannahaki Penelope au!!

#polin #bridgerton #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #hanahaki tw

[0luna123]

something doodled IG

Based on a fic by LittleWhiteFoox on AO3, and it has me in a chokehold rn! The name is too long for me to remember, but I like calling it "Pavitr You Dumbass!"

Yeah, Pav is out of my memory so not 100% accurate

Btw, @bestbouy

#atsv #across the spiderverse #hanahaki #hanahaki tw #bodt horror tw #heheh wicks as halo lol #and he will gain one soon if he doesn't do something about it! #anyway #death tw #tw death #just in case #pavitr prabhakar #atsv pav

[resflower]

Would you look at that? An angsty fic. I've never written one of those.

#fanfiction #spop fanfic #catradora fanfic #fanfic #she ra fanfic #she ra adora #adora #adora spop #adora x catra #adora shera #catra #spop catra #catradora #hanahaki disease #hanahaki #hanahaki tw

[nyaskitten]

Hanakai is a weird fictional disease for mostly angst.

it is quite gross so I hope this readmore works

Person A gets feelings for person B and if A doesn't confess their feelings to B their lungs slowly grow flowers. I think normally roses.

But even if A confesses to B, if B doesn't or can't feel the same way, A just dies or needs the flowers removed in surgery. But surgery also removes all the memories of B in A's mind.

It's so fucking stupid and is only around lovey-dovey secrets and my aroace butt won't accept it. I'm glad alternate ideas of this concept can make it less angsty and not always around love

But also, a disease that can't really let you hold back intense secrets is also a bit shitty to me. I am a fluff lover and this concept makes me uncomfy

oHHHHH that makes sense !!

the idea is interesting, but I dont honestly think theres much appeal for me lmao

#tw hanahaki #hanahaki tw #asks #lilywily143

[fellstcr]

—  crocus ;  &. the love lies bleeding.

⚔️ // “. . .”

            byleth  found  herself  staring  blankly  at  the  overcast  sky.  white  flecks  of  snow  slowly  drifted  down  and  landed  on  her  cheeks  ,  caught  in  her  hair  ,  covered  a  thin  ,  white  layer  of  frost  over  her  clothes  and  the flowers  that  stubbornly  bloomed  there.  but  at  least  it  was  not  rain.

            so  ,  it  would  have  been  a  year  ago  now. . . .  or  . . .  no.  six  years  ,   byleth  supposed.  even  still  ,  it  felt  like  yesterday  that  the  sky  had  clouded  grey  ,  like  this.  the  heavens  had  wept  just  as  she  had  wept.  the  world  had  fallen  apart  as  byleth  felt  the  life  drain  away  from  her  father’s  pale  and   still   form  ,  leaving  behind  only  a  corpse.               even  now  ,  her  own  chest  grew  TIGHT.               her  eyes  stung  with  the  swell  of  tears.  

            back  then  ,  a  WAILING  had  torn  through  her  entire  body  and  she’d  wished  —         (  don’t  go                                   a  marigold  sprouted  in  her  palm.                   take  me  with  you  -            cypress  at  her  wrist ,  just  above  the  vein.              i  still  need  you.  —  don’t  leave  me.  )        

                                                 . . .     i  love  you.         motherwart                                                                                                      across  the  chest.                                                   blooming  from  the  scar  that  marked                                                       a  heart  that  didn’t   -  couldn’t  beat.

            it  was  her  fault.  losing  jeralt.  and  sothis  after  him.  and  all  of  the  lives  she   had  lost  in  between.  all  because  of  her  foolish  desire  to  smite  down  the  woman  who  had  stolen  her  father  away.  who  had  taken  him  well  before  his  time.

        another  flower  sprouted.  this  one  ,  a  pale  ,  six  petaled  bloom  with  a  thin  red  vein  bleeding  down  the  middle.  the  petals  fell  around  the  tips  of  her  ears.  another flower  bloomed  to  match.  both  delicately  centered  on  each  side. 

            would  only  that  she  bore  a  crown  of  thorns  to  match  this  terrible  ,  skull-splitting  ache. 

        sothis  had  called  his  death  fate. 

                   ...  their  union  ,  too  ,  was  fate. 

                                                       (  and  for  what?  for  what? )

        byleth’s  fingers  unfurled  and  she  raised  her  hand  in  the  air.  snowflakes  danced  around  her  still  form  and  settled  into  the  enlightened  one’s  palm.  drifting  ,  settling   ,  melting  ,  gone.  all  save  for upon  the  marigold  that  stubbornly  stayed.  (  for  the  truth  of  it  all  lingered.  gold  in  the  silver  snow.  )

          byleth  watched  as  the  pale  green  of  her  veins  underneath  her  reddened  skin  flourished  into  vines  that  spread  across  her  wrists  and  arms  ,  and  wound  through  the  gaps  in  her  fingers.  CHOKED  upon  the  wordless  wailing  that  clawed  even  now  at  her  throat  ,  and  clenched  her  jaw  against  the  weight  of  a  new  pain  lodging  squarely  there.  as  the  vines  spread  alongside  motherwart  and  cypress  ,  asphodel  and  marigold  ,  byleth  coughed  up  the  long  red  blooms  that  had  lodged  within. 

              body  bent  ,  crooked  ,  spitting  red  flowers  and  blood  into  the  snow.

           (  for  there  was  no  grave  to  place  any  flowers  upon.  )

            enlightened  one  ,  whose  fingers  trembled  ,  whose  body  shook  ,  twisted  and  laden  with  vines  and  flowers  ,  exhaled  the  shudder  in  her.  stood  ,  still  ,  before  lifting  her  flower-crowned  head  towards  the  sky  where  it  did  not  rain.  it  snowed. 

             she  squared  her  shoulders.              steeled  herself.

             struggled  ,  against  the  roots  that  anchored  her  feet  in  place  to  this  meadow  of  dead  things  and  purple  crocus.  braced  ,  as  she  stumbled  free  and  turned  back  towards  the  main  road. 

      stepped  away  from  where  her  love  lay  bleeding.              grit  her  teeth  in  silent  lament  for  the  words  she  would  never  get  to  say.

#hanahaki tw #choking tw #body horror tw #event // a crocus among us #drabble #⚔️ ic. / crest of flames. #⚔️ thread. / closed. #(probably will make an open eventually but like also nnakjfbsakbfksabak) #(no she did not get to grieve him the way she needed to) #(sothis and her fused and then a /war/ started immediately afterwards she's not ok) #(anyways hmmmmmhmhmhm help her)

[composeregg]

🌹

for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing

For you, my friend, I hand you Such Suffocating Sweetness

I haven't touched this since march 2019.

Wiping his mouth to get rid of some stray petals, Josh tries to smile. It falls flat. “Hey, at least I’m already dead, right? What can a little Hanahaki do to a dead person?” A lot, he doesn’t say. Agony that won’t, can’t end from death, because the flowers growing and choking your lungs don’t have to stop, not if you don’t need air to survive, not if you don’t try to cure it.

#egg speaks #egg answers #my writing #ask meme #answered #lunar fey #hanahaki tw

[blossompuppy]

Attack against Croia Mourning for homesvck!!

I’m gonna use this brush to shade more often… it’s so pleasing

#injury tw #sickness tw #hanahaki #hanahaki tw #tw hanahaki #warrior cats #cats #artfight #artfight 2022

[cottonthumb]

@hyper-voice​​​ found a few flowers:

SEND 🌸 - FOR   MY MUSES’ REACTION TO YOUR MUSE COUGHING UP FLOWER PETALS IN FRONT OF MINE. (HANAHAKI DISEASE)

❦ That day they had all gathered in Wyndon for a final hurrah; a farewell to the league as it was and a cheer for its rebirth. It was congratulatory, bitter sweet, and welcoming; bundled between supportive tips to their new members and recounting those moments in this long career which they all shared. It was a small get together, a private thing to be shared among the gym leaders and their champions in order to put behind them the shadow of this latest darkest day. And sure, it wouldn’t depart with a flick of the wrist, but being among friends and being reminded of the support they shared certainly would help.

Milo had lingered late into their party. He had wanted to make sure everyone would be alright. Many were still healing or even just processing their hectic circumstances, so it paid to be watchful for whosoever might need him. He drank sparingly and contently observed more than he spoke that evening. He helped call a cab to Gordie after the fellow had dazedly said his goodbyes and stumbled out after one too many drinks. He wished a good night to Allister and Bea as they called in an early night and took their leave back home together. He promised Nessa a match first thing this upcoming season, to set the right foot forward in this new league.

And Milo also was the first to take note when Piers broke away from their thinning party.

The man had been pale - at least more than usual - and habitually coughed around something that had seemed lodged in his throat. The musician had been visibly fighting around the obstruction in these wet, wheezy breaths when he’d taken his leave as quietly as he could and Milo decided it was high time he take a moment to look after his friend. He’d followed Piers outside into the brisk Wyndon night, only to find him bent over next to a lamp post, body wracked in a vicious cough. “Piers!” Milo called, quickening his steps to take a place at the punk’s side. He rested an open hand over Piers’s back, held his shoulder gently in the other, and tried to urge the other to straighten a bit. “This cough you’ve got is only getting worse. You ought to take a-”

The farmer never finished his thoughts. Cupped in Piers’s hands, between spittle and the faintest hint of blood droplets, were the velvety petals of a carnation. Pink, lively, infuriatingly bright.

Milo froze. He stared at the remnants of the blooms, likely growing deep within Piers’s lungs and heart, and shuddered with dread. “... Come on, let’s get you a place to sit.” The farmer spoke firmly, accepting no rebuttal. He would not be leaving the musician be in such a bitingly cold night. Not after the revelation those flowers offered. “Let’s sit and talk a bit.”

#ic rp #hypervoice #hanahaki tw

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Hanahaki comic Part 2

Part 1 Part 3

Sometimes the one thing scarier than than being rejected is being loved back

Stay tuned for part 3

#fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf dca #daycare attendant x reader #daycare attendant x y/n #hanahaki comic #my art #well this could have gone better #cw robot gore #tw robot gore #tw self harm #i guess??? #if thats what you would call what they are doing in the last panel #so y/n has issues #sorry to leave you all on this cliffhanger

[faetima]

𝐝𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐮 (𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝) . .

. . you have hanahaki, a severe case of shyness, and a crush on scaramouche, and scaramouche is an absolute jerk.

// tws ; blood ; gn reader ; hanahaki & modern au ; slight cursing 

a/n: first time posting here yippee (pls be nice)

you sobbed, heaving up stupid yellow carnations while sitting on the cold, hard floor of the school bathroom.

you wretched up the damned flowers. they fell ungracefully into the toilet which sat in front of you.

your knees hurt from sitting on them for so long.

if only you could tell him how you felt. it would finally all be over, one way or another. maybe with your feelings being requited.

or maybe with you choking to death, the only thing with you while you die being the stupid fucking flowers.

you coughed again, pale yellow petals fluttering to the ground elegantly.

it was a stark contrast to how, just moments after that, you were coughing your lungs out, flowers flopping down into the toilet in large clumps; stuck together by mucus and blood.

you wheezed and wheezed and wheezed until it felt like there was nothing left in your lungs and your throat was burning and your knees were bruised.

you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until there were no more tears left.

you coughed and coughed and coughed to the point you thought maybe just dying would be better than this fucking hell.

you curled into a ball, crying. crystalline tears ran down your cheeks, falling onto your clothes, the ground, anything.

if only you could fucking talk. why were you like this? why were you fine with your friends, but so terrified to talk to anyone? to everyone?

to him?

maybe, just maybe, if you were different you wouldn’t be in this situation.

if only you weren’t so pathetic, so stupid, so scared.

you hated yourself. you hated yourself so, so much. who the fuck was this terrified to talk to people, but opened up so easily once others talked to them?

maybe you should just confess and get it all over with.

—

you opted to just give him a letter anonymously. 

who knew if he would even read it? he received dozens of confessions everyday.

even if he did read it, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

—

if you could, you would eat up your words.

it was much, much worse than you thought.

he had ripped open the envelope, immediately reading the letter with a scowl.

he wasn’t even halfway through when he burst out laughing.

”what the fuck is this?” he snickered, holding onto his locker so he wouldn’t fall from how hard he was laughing.

”what pathetic fucking weirdo confesses from an anonymous letter? are they too terrified to say it to my fuckin’ face?”

he continued reading the letter.

when he was done, he crumpled it up and threw it away behind him, still laughing.

”that’s so goddamn stupid.”

unfortunately, the crumpled up letter hit you on your head.

not embarrassing, right?

well, it wasn’t until scaramouche saw it had hit you.

”oh, sorry,” he exclaimed in a voice dripping with mock sweetness.

”didn’t see you there.”

it would’ve been fine until his next comment, which you unfortunately overheard.

”these dumb fucking bitches. they’re so stupid, can’t even move out of the way. what are they, blind?” he muttered under his breath, tone condescending.

you burst into tears right then and there, unable to stop the overflow of emotions.

you walked away as quick as you could, wanting to kill yourself right there.

”so emotional, and over what?”

his laugh rang down the hallway, following and taunting you.

—

you don’t know what had come over you that day. before that you had always tried to keep your emotions in check, always tried to stop the tears from coming out in front of people you didn't know.

maybe hearing your crush degrade and insult you had just struck a chord or something.

—

weak coughs wracked your frail body, using up the little energy you had left.

you were on your death bed (quite literally! you were laying on your bed while dying).

honey yellow flowers surrounded you, their sickly sweet scent making you feel nauseous.

you choked up another batch of the flaxen flowers, watching them flop forward onto your bed sheets, staining them a dull crimson because of the blood on them.

with half lidded eyes, you stared at the carnations. your mind was hazy, and your vision blurred.

if you recalled correctly, they symbolized disdain and rejection.

how fitting.

#✦ -- scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #reader #gn reader #hanahaki #hanahaki au #hanahaki disease #modern #modern au #tw slight blood #first post #yippee #pls be nice #idk what to expect #scara x reader #genshin impact #genshin #light angst #how to write angst #help #angst #scaramouche drabble #how to tag #hi :3 #scaramouche

[pluviacuratio-a]

♣ I want to draw a hanahaki piece but I don't really know how I want it to look or really even what flowers to use so I'm just sitting here thinking about it

#♣ out of rain (ooc) #hanahaki tw #emetophobia tw #just in case tbh

[savesavva]

I love hanahaki aus but somehow if i draw characters like that its always yellow/blue forget-me-nots/daffodils parallels

just wanted a nice picture of them with a bit of angst, as usual?

#almost typed forgive-me-not #please not like that- #fanart #art #sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #moceit #hanahaki #tw blood #well no but just in case #and let me know if i need to tag something else as well

[disjointed-art]

Catch my breath Part 2: sprout page 7

Tw: Steve low key talking about unaliving…it is not explicit suicidal ideation but Please skip this page if you’re no okay with this theme!!!

Basically Eddie assumes that’s what he means when he says “give up” which Ed’s isn’t wrong but Steve doesn’t admit that yet.

Me forever projecting onto Steve with my awful mental health from high school 😘

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Happy Monday! Only one page because the weather here is gross and rainy. I also impulsively cut my hair but it actually turned out great so slay!

Full comic

#fanart #steddie #steddie fanart #fanartist #stranger things fanart #steve harrington #illustration #illustrator #digital artist #eddie munson #trigger warning #tw unaliving thoughts #hanahaki comic #hanahaki #hanahaki illness #steddie hanahaki comic #hanahaki au #steve x eddie #steve and eddie #suicidal ideation

[sarilolla]

Y’all know shovel talks, right? The whole “hurt them and I/we will hurt you” type of thing, most commonly against a romantic interest by the family/friends of the person in question?

Now think about that, but reverse

Romantic partner/interest low-key or even high-key threatening family members of the person in question

NOW imagine Poppy being 20% more unhinged/feral (and Branch revealing a bit about his brothers earlier, how they abandoned him and stuff)

I want you to imagine sweet Poppy, Queen of the happy-go-lucky Pop Trolls, casually showing off the knuckledusters she stole got from Branch in the second movie, just to her friends or to Viva, gushing about how her sweet boyfriend let her keep this very useful and pretty weapon, in front of his brothers

…Way too excited to write unhinged/protective Poppy for my Hanahaki fic fr

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls poppy #trolls branch #brozone #tw violence implied #tw violence #let my girl by unhinged goddammit #tbh all of Branch’s friends/found family are gonna look at BroZone with murder in their eyes in Hanahaki #i find it funny #branch just finds it sweet but asks them to tone it down (eventually) #technically Hanahaki branch but she’s also that protective in different beat just more composed since she has been queen since she was five