#flower disease

[ailuro-mania]

unrequited

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I just realized I never posted this one to tumblr! I’m never on here lately BUT I have been doing the art thing occasionally. Happy (ultra) late Valentines!

[yubikyu]

Touya 6am sketch or something

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Platonic Hanahaki Edition

Jason, after the whole fiasco with Bruce not shooting the Joker, being replaced by Tim and what-not, starts coughing up several kinds of flowers…

It’s cool. Really. He can just leave the blood covered petals as the Hood’s signature or something. He’s doing fine. Really.

(Spoiler: he’s not doing fine.)

[osleeplessflowero]

// y'all have had too much fluff. let me ruin it rq ❤️Reader's pronouns are They/Them, and their Soul type is up to you. 🧡 Angst Warning 💛 This is connected to my Multiverse Traveler!Reader x Nightmare oneshot, "Chasing". 💚 NOT associated with Flowerfell!! I like to think of this particular flower disease as a bit different than that since it's my own take and I don't ship Frans which is what the original AU was 💙 enjoy the pain :)

A portal abruptly opens and shuts, then it happens again. And again. And again. Nightmare shifts through them with relative ease, travelling alone through universe after universe.

He's alone again, looking for something- no, someone in particular. Those beneath him couldn't help but wonder why he kept going out alone these days, but they weren't complaining too much. Just means less work for them in the end, right?

What Nightmare hadn't told them, is that he is indeed looking for his Soulmate, a human who managed to sneak their way into his heart. Sliding past all of the negative sludge and managing to get through to him, leaving him breathless. The two of you had come up with a game of sorts, Nightmare travelling between universes in order to find the true you, the one who'd found him before. But considering everyone here has separate variations depending on the timeline..that's easier said than done.

While rushing through, he comes to a stop when he reaches an almost completely destroyed realm. All that remains of it is a simple cliff and a sunset view, flowers covering the ground and swaying gently in the breeze. A figure sits, dangling their legs off of the edge. He approaches..mainly out of mere curiosity, wondering who it could possibly be. Who knows? Maybe he could use their pain for a quick boost.

He walks over slowly, stopping immediately when the figure turns their head to him with a small smile. It's..it's you? No. It's not the true you. This is another variation. Flowers cover parts of your body, your arms, legs, torso..and even your eyes, blocking your view and blinding your vision. They're your favorite kind..he remembers you telling him that. It's some kind of magic disease, what was it called?.. Right- Bloom's Disease, that's what it was. A virus that would slowly wear the victim down until they were reduced to petals..

..This is distracting him from his goal. But yet, he can't bring himself to leave "your" side.

"Hello." You greet, completely unaware as to who this stranger is. "..Greetings." Was all he said before sitting down beside you, his tendrils relaxing and lying down behind him. He looks over your state, you seem to be pretty happy despite not being able to see anything..he doesn't really understand that.

"I briefly remember how it looked." He raises a browbone. "The sun." Oh. "Is it still pretty?"

He looks up at the view before you, taking in a deep breath of the faintly remaining air.

"..It's beautiful." "I'm glad. I always loved looking at the sunset. It makes the sky all pretty.." "..Like one big watercolor painting?" "How did you know I'd say that?" "..A hunch, I suppose."

There's a short pause. ..He really should be getting back, but..he doesn't want to leave you here either. Just a little longer, he thinks. Then he'll go.

"Who are you?" "..Someone you know very well in another time." "I see. I'd have liked to meet you in this time. You seem nice." "I'm far from the word, dear." He smiles a little, looking over you.

"..Thanks for taking the time to sit with me. It gets lonely out here." "..Of course."

You lean your head on his shoulder, something he normally would protest against, but..he'll allow it this time.

"..There was a big explosion..something happened, and then I couldn't hear anyone anymore. ..I suppose now it's only me. ..I can't see anything, nor can I even hardly move..so I suppose I'll just stay here, watching the sunset I can conjure up in my mind."

He..decides not to tell you a majority of this universe had been completely destroyed, likely by Error while he was going on a rampage.

"..You have a very sad air to you." "That's something that tends to be attached to me. Does that bother you?" "Not really. I have that sort of feeling around me, too." "We have something in common." "Yeah.."

He hesitates, before putting his arm around you. You smile a little, nuzzling your cheek against his coat.

"..I know I..probably don't have a lot of time left. I couldn't even get up if I wanted to." "..Are you afraid?" "..A little bit. Anyone would be if they knew they were going to die, wouldn't they?"

Nightmare averts his eyelight for a moment, before looking back to you.

"I suppose they would."

"..What's your name?" "..Nightmare." "An unusual name, I'd admit."

He smiles a little, remembering how you'd said the same thing when you met the first time.

"I suppose it is, isn't it?" "I like it though. It has a nice ring to it-" You cut yourself off, coughing out flower petals and letting them fall into the abyss before you. He holds you close, making sure you don't fall off as well. A look of pity crosses his face.

"Sorry. I've always been a mood killer, haha." You laugh tiredly. "..Don't worry about it. I am myself." "Another thing we've got in common, huh?"

You move to lean on his shoulder again and he places his hand over yours, gently holding it beneath his own bigger one.

"Hey.." "Yes?" He looks over at you with a soft eyelight. "You said you know me in another time..what am I like?" "Well.. there are a lot of ways I could describe you..I still don't have the perfect one, just yet. Such a colorful person..someone I still have to get to know, once I find them." "Surely there's some word you could think of.."

He lets out a hum of acknowledgement, taking a second to think.

"..Nightmare?" "I'm here. I'm only thinking." He reassures you, squeezing your hand lightly.

"I suppose the word I'd use is.." His face shifts into a fond smile. "Wonderful."

You smile at that, some tears making their way out from beneath the flowers, making them bloom a little more and causing you to wince.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his tone and expression worried. "S-Sorry, it's.. it's just nice to think about. A timeline where I'm not doomed by these. One where someone likes me. Someone cares about me."

A tear pricks at the corner of his eyesocket, gently falling down his face. ..He hasn't cried in a while. It feels..strange.

He leans down, moving your hair slightly and pressing his teeth to your forehead, a small kiss to comfort you. You smile a little more, before you feel a few of his tears hit your face.

"Nightmare? Why are you crying?" "I'm sorry." "Whatever for?" You speak softly, sitting up and facing the direction you can hear his voice from. "That no one could be there. That you've..had to suffer, alone. I know that feeling better than anyone else. You don't..deserve that. Not you. Never you."

You reach up your hand until you're sure you're touching his face, resting it on his cheek. He leans his head into your touch, turning his face so he can gently kiss your palm. You wipe away his tears with your thumb, smiling weakly up at him.

"Don't cry for my sake. I'll be alright. ..At least..I got to meet you, right?"

You lean back a little, holding out your arms. He realizes what you're doing, hesitating slightly due to your fragile state before giving you a hug.

"There you are.. doesn't that feel a little better?" "..Yes." "Good. I wouldn't want you crying on my behalf."

It's quiet for a little bit.

"Hey, Nightmare?" "Yes?" "When you see me again..the other me, I mean. Can you do something for me?" "What is it?" "Give me a big smile. One I haven't seen before." "..I don't know if I can." "You could try, couldn't you?" "..I suppose I could."

He stares at the flowers that had surrounded where you were sitting, frowning at them.

"I'm..feeling a little sleepy. Can I sleep here for a little bit?" "Of course you can, dearest. However long you need to.." His voice breaks a little as he speaks, shaky. "Thank you.." You bury your face in his shoulder as he listens to your soft breathing.

A few minutes pass..with nothing but you, him, and the permanent sunset before you.

"Dearest?.." He whispers to you.

..There's no response.

He backs up to look at your face, seeing a smile still placed there.. your body going limp. His eyelight shrinks almost immediately as he realizes.. you're gone. ..Tears begin overflowing again as he hugs you tightly to his body, his shaky breaths now the only sound there.

The flowers on your body emit a faint glow before they surround you, shifting your form. He backs up a little, watching as the flowers begin to float into the air..your figure no longer present. He reaches out to grab one before all of them have left mere petals behind, staring at it fondly.

He doesn't know how much time passes as he looks at the sunset once more, before finally forcing himself to leave as the remaining parts of the realm begin to break and disappear.

..He really needs to find you.

Putting the flower in one of his pockets, he opens another portal..and continues his chase.

[mariespooky]

This is some art I made a while back based of heartbreak, unrequited love and envy . I think it turned out beautifully : D

[lookunderthebed]

red ties that connect two souls with a unique love but if one does not accept the love of the other the rejected person will have the disease of red roses, a disease that generates flowers inside and outside the person there are three ways to cure the disease the person can fall in love with another and be reciprocated, or whoever rejected them can love them back, or the saddest method: surgery ,after surgery the person will never be able to love again, if none of the methods are used the rejected person will die of a broken heart and put roses on their body until reaching the heart, the person will die in a painful and sad way without true love and with a unique pain, roses will grow in the body, the person's throat will be scratched by the thorns of the roses, at first they will be mild symptoms such as headache and discomfort in the body, but for these mild symptoms to become a deathbed very quickly, there is a legend that a gentle, kind and courageous heart can heal itself, but for that it is a long journey to have the cure that is a blue flower and red and yellow, blue the color of sadness and calm, red the color of love and anger, yellow the color of happiness and courage

[edd-ska]

I mean I don't still have feelings for him,,,

[alex0rwhatever]

Cringetober + Goretober Day 10

Fursona + Hananaki disease

[bluean3gl]

Hanahaki Disease

Word count: 895

Warnings: not proofread, bad writing, tw death, slight gore

Writer notes: this is just an incomplete story I never finished or add a sensible ending to and never will d(^_^o)

Extra: female POV, fiction, angst, sad ˙◠˙

Hanahaki disease, a sickness that has infected the world rapidly in a year, and has planted itself into our history. A visible sign of this disease is when a victim starts to cough up bloody flowers. Their throat starts to swell as their lungs start to become a garden to these petals. At first, it’s just small coughs and can be easily mistaken as a cold, due to the high fever, but that’s not the case. In a few months, a flower starts to grow deep into the victim’s lungs, causing them to start coughing up small petals. Not noticeable, but noticeable enough for the victim to realize what is happening to them. This is when most people are diagnosed with the illness.

Once the doctor clarifies their worst fears, they only have six months until the flowers start to multiply and their lungs start to fail. As their time shortens, the coughing intensifies as the blood starts to increase. Some patients are planted to the floor of their bathrooms, never finding a stop of these deadly flowers, others are able to continue their lives until the very end.

In the last week of their suffering, most are bedridden and are unable to do basic needs. They start to feel like they’re not in their bodies and lose control over their words. On the last day, they stop coughing. This is the last sign of the disease, because it never just stops when you’re on the brink of death, no it’s mocking you how one simple thing could get you ended up here. In the last hour, the victim is no longer human. Their lungs are now a pot to these flowers as petals are no longer coming out of their mouths, but instead a whole flower peeks out of their mouth. Such a horrific thing to see.

The cause of this sickening disease is from one simple thing that everyone has trouble escaping. Love. One-sided love to be more exact. When the victim falls in love with a person, who doesn’t love them back, they have two options. Get over the feelings you have over them, or get the person to love them back in three months. Unfortunately, most of the time it’s the latter.

Once the person develops the disease, they still have two options to get out of the hole they dug up for themselves. Again, either find a way to stop loving them, or medically remove them from your mind. The second one is rarely chosen, but always the most recommended.

It is an expensive surgery to go through, because it’s like a brain surgery. They open the patient’s brain and erase all memories of the person they share a one-sided love with. Most don’t know how that works, but it does.

After the patient’s disease is cleared, they continue to cough up flowers for a week. They are sent with a medicine that will help cleanse the dying flowers, but sometimes it’s not enough. It won’t stop the flowers from growing again from either the same person or someone else. This is why this sickness is a worldwide crisis. Because it’s never ending.

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I could feel the rain patter onto my face. They rolled off me and into my ear or behind my neck. The rest soaked into my clothes. I should probably get up soon. But I didn’t want to. The skatepark’s concrete was smooth and comforting for someone in a situation like mine.

My throat itches and boils, yet the cold raindrops steamed it off. Everytime I swallowed, it felt like daggers going through my throat. I wished it stopped. Maybe if I didn’t breathe or swallow, then I’ll be at peace. Even if it was for a while. Yet I already knew the results.

“Hey…” A figure leaned over me, blocking any future raindrops from hitting me. Their blue umbrella shadowed their face until my eyes adjusted to the new lighting. My pupils slightly widened as I recognized their face. “You’re going to get sick if you stay here.” His voice was stern as I stared up at him.

A boy in my grade was the one hovering above me. He had light toned brunette hair with a streak of blond dyed into the front of his bangs. His baby hair stuck to his face which made me question if the umbrella even worked. His uniform was disheveled with wrinkles, and one of his backpack arms was slipping off his shoulder. He was someone I saw here and there. But I never paid much attention to other people. It should’ve stayed that way.

I suck in a cough. My eyebrows scrunched together as my head falls to the side. I couldn’t bear to stare at him any longer. “Just leave…”

Seconds passed before I felt the raindrops fall on me again. My eyes flicker to the sky, thinking he was now gone, only to be fooled. He was rearranged to where his umbrella was in his other hand, and the new free hand was extended out to me. “Hurry up, my mom is calling me.” His voice started off harsh until fading to a more gentle tone.

I sighed, not really wanting to take his hand. When the sounds of his vibrating phone stopped, he kept his hand out for me. Never wavering.

Grabbing his hand, I lifted myself up. “There we go.” He grunted as he helped me onto my feet. “Started to think you died.”

Extra writer notes: this should’ve stayed in the TRASH ˙◠˙

[homiecoremov]

[mochi-bella]

Tw: Slight Blood

I tested out a different art program and it had its ups and downs but I liked how it turned out. :)

[quicksilver-has-a-blog]

Cringetober Day 20: Hananaki Disease

sorry i’m late i was uhhhhh busy

WATCH ROCKSTARZ ON YOUTUBE RAAAHHHH

[theacedragon0w0]

Cringtober day 19 and 20

Dolls and Hananaki disease

[taitavva]

scrapped submission for 2023 shuake week

[justgreg02]

animation that I’m not sure if I’m gonna finish or not! although I’m proud of it as is. scenes depicted are from book 5, no spoilers :3

THIS IS FLIPNOTE 3D BTW!! i found my old 3DS while cleaning the other day.

original scenes + yapping below cut

pineflowers angst ig 😋

honestly this is how i interpreted it but I’m pineflowers brained so dont take this seriously. theyre gay and in love i swear /hj

if you didnt know— i was an animator for about 4 years in late elementary school, all of middle school, and a little into high school. it’s still fun to do time to time! i actually used to do animation memes.

on another note ive had this really good idea for an AU specifically focusing on pineflowers if anyone is interested in it 😭 i have some art on it that i will probably post at some point. i desperately need to write a fic on it or at least get it down on paper soon cuz ive been trying to plan it out FOREVER. my friend gave me a genius idea for it where basically it is like scott pilgrim but like magic/supernatural?? and basically all the characters arent human. again i need to work on it a lot more but i have the main parts outlined. if someone has any ideas/likes the concept please let me know LMAO

scott pilgrim brainrot is getting to me 💔💔 send help 😭

song is Race by Alex G! go listen to it!! banger song.

here’s my reference material for this <3

[astralbirthvoidtermina]

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