#hanakanjō disease

[dingus4882]

I don’t know why I drew this but enjoy🌹

[tanith-rhea]

Carnations

It was beautiful, in a morbid way, that this would be the way you'd go. A botany teacher whose lungs were filled with flowers.

Author's note: absolute angst on this one, I won't promise tears cause different people sail different ships, but I can say that there is no happy ending, a good old character death which I suspect is over-described, and the illusory or not certainty of unrequited love.

You may do with this information whatever you please 💛

You'd always had a fascination when it came to flower diseases. Hanakanjō always seemed to you like the worst thing that could happen to a person, flowers sprouting from one's skin and betraying their emotions to others around them. In the end, you wish you could trade it for yours, it would be mortifying to burst into pink carnations every time Larissa walked past you, but at least you wouldn't have yellow ones choking you up at night when you replayed her words repeatedly in your head.

"I could never fall in love with an employee," she'd said, nursing what little wine was left in her glass.

"Do you think you could control it?" the question had nothing to do with your fondness for the principal, it spoke of how much of a romantic you were, actually, how tragic it would be if it happened.

She seemed to consider it for a while, before settling for "I'm fairly certain. I have no interest in falling in love and even if I had I would make sure to not harbour any feelings for someone I could not pursue. I wouldn't be so careless as to set myself up for heartbreak," her voice sounded sure and final. She finished her drink and inhaled carefully before eyeing your glass and seeing you'd also finished yours.

"I'm afraid it's rather late," she continued softly, "This was supposed to be a work meeting and I kept you for far too long," she paused, and you felt something tighten in your chest as you realized the conversation (and your lovely evening) was over. "Thank you for indulging me, though."

Larissa would never fall in love with a teacher. And you, pretty much a teacher and "one of the few she considered a friend", would never have your feelings reciprocated.

It was rather lovely, to be in love, and you discovered you didn't mind to love alone that evening when you left her office. It was really such a shame that your lungs begged to disagree.

The first time you coughed you were in class. You were about to explain to a second-year student how a certain plant could be made into poison and medicine depending on the situation or its handling when you broke into a fit. You hadn't caught a cold and no flowers were blooming quite yet, so when you couldn't stop for a whole thirty seconds you thought it rather odd.

The blood in your elbow pit once you finally stopped was also curious, but you carried on until all classes were finished.

Later that same day, you were at the quad waiting for a student who had asked you to take a look at his potted plant which he said didn't look so good. He had left class just a few minutes before and passed through the quad to tell you he would go to his dorm take the plant and come back in two beats but he was taking his time, apparently.

Distracted, you didn't notice someone approaching the table you were sitting at and squeaked like a scared squirrel once Larissa's hand laid on your shoulder.

"My, my, I did think you were a bit lost but it seems you were in fact stupefied," she sounded amused. Your face was catching fire.

"You absolute menace, why did you sneak up on me like that? Do you want to kill me?" your voice was still squeaky; like you'd inhaled helium.

Larissa laughed, full of mirth and fondness, and you couldn't pretend to be displeased with her when your lips were insisting on twitching up. You were probably making a funny face while fighting back your smile because she only continued on, if softer, as you shook your head and looked away.

"I'm sorry to have startled you, I was only passing and wanted to know what you were up to." Her hand was still resting on your shoulder and her thumb was now soothingly stroking small circles on the hollow of your clavicle.

She smiled affectionately at you while you composed yourself enough to answer. You had close to no dignity left but you would fight to recuperate it.

You cleared your suddenly tight throat, "I'm just waiting on Ajax for plant advice. He's babysitting a Dahlia for a friend of his and is worried it might be dying."

"A dahlia?" Larissa arched an eyebrow.

"Yes... why?" what was so curious about a boy caring for a flower to her?

She shrugged, "Nothing, just-" she paused, her fingertips pressing a bit as if gripping you lightly for a second, "their meaning, I imagine, but boys his age probably don't know these things anymore," she smiled dismissively.

She squeezed your shoulder softly again, eyes glinting a bit before saying, "Well, it's always lovely to run into you, dear," and leaned down to kiss your cheek, hand sliding from your shoulder to your chin as she held your face gently and pressed her lips right under your cheekbone.

She eyed the spot where her lips had been, probably because they left a mark redder than your blush, before smiling once again and leaving. Once she was out of view, you brought shaky fingertips to your warm face and suddenly you were doubling over with coughs; unstopping, burning things scorching your throat as blood springled your trousers and then, like it was just another product any coughing fit could conjure, there were two yellow petals, tinged half red in blood, laid on your lap.

"Professor...?" Ajax's voice caught your attention, and frankly people had to stop surprising you like this. You looked up to see terrified eyes staring at the stains on your lap. "Is everything alright?"

You definitely didn't feel alright. "Yes, it's just an inflammation or something," you pretended to dismiss it and he didn't seem too convinced, "Is this the child?" you pointed at a perfectly healthy dahlia.

"Yeah... I left it on the window this morning and it seems a lot better now." He shifted from foot to foot, "I brought her here just to confirm she's alright," he completed.

"She?" you couldn't help a smile. It was a joke when you said the child.

His face reddened a bit and it was amusing but mostly adorable how uncomfortable he suddenly seemed.

"Xavior and I have this thing that we talk about her like she is a person," he appeared to be immensely interested in her since he couldn't take his eyes off the plant to look at you while explaining, "We read on a website that plants can communicate with others and respond well to being praised and stuff so it because sort of a thing and-"

His words were coming more and more like undistinguished mumbles so you took pity on him and interrupted, saying "She's alright, Ajax. A healthy little girl as far as I can see, don't worry."

He visibly relaxed, deflating like a cloak of lead was sliding off his shoulders. He finally looked you in the face, still unsure and stealing glances at your lap.

"Thank you, prof." He nodded forcefully and marched quickly back inside.

The tricky thing was that you loved life, but you also loved Larissa, and you didn't want to stop doing either of those, even if they might terminate each other and you in the process.

Love is such a beautiful sentiment and dying from it was just your luck. If you could choose, in all honesty, you might have chosen to die exactly like this.

That didn't mean you were eager to do so. And that was why you decided to distance yourself from Larissa. You loved her, and you knew your love would only grow stronger and having her around did not help to keep you from diving deeper into the magnificent, all-encompassing feeling of completion that filled your heart and soul so absolutely it spilt.

In the first few weeks, she didn't seem to notice, but after your third refusal of a shared glass of red at her office she appeared at your door, concern written between her brows.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, dear, but I have the feeling I don't see you as much as I'd like this past few days and was wondering if something happened."

She had no business looking so caring and... worried, fretful.

You were still standing at the doorsill, feeling thin roots curl and clench inside your chest like anarchist veins looking for tissue to spread themselves onto when the thought occurred to you for the first time. Why can't she love me back?

It was nonsense. You knew her, you knew why, and of course your life was on the line and it mattered more than school rules or power dynamics but she was not looking for love. She made it clear not once, but several times when she'd repeat incessantly every time someone brought up the fact that she was single.

"I don't see why I need someone, Tish," or "I don't mind being alone, Vlad," and "No, dear, I don't feel incomplete, I have everything I ever wished for".

You hadn't had a problem with it before, but now, seeing her standing there, gloved hands clasped together in front of her elegantly but not fooling you at all. The air was charged, she was waiting for something; an invitation to enter, an explanation, reassurance. Her hands in front of her were not a sign of grace but an attempt at not fidgeting. She never fidgeted, you suspected she practised so much that now every time she felt uncomfortable she'd instinctively adopt certain poses that evoked control.

"Finals are coming soon," you said with no thought at all, and her brows furrowed deeper, "I mean... Preparation for finals," you tried to salvage, "I like to do a pre-review with smaller classes."

She clearly did not buy it but also didn't question you. Instead, her posture impossibly improved as she cleared her throat quietly, "Well, I'll leave you to your evening plans then," and she motioned to leave.

"Which-" you said quickly before she could go, she stood attentively, "I don't have," you said, voice breaking at the end as you felt petals clog up your windpipe.

Larissa smiled, surprised and clearly pleased, and you stepped out of the way so she could enter.

"Give me a moment," you whispered with what you hoped was an easy smile as you excused yourself to the bathroom.

As soon as you closed the door you tried your best to vomit, expel? Get rid of the petals slowly rising with as little sound as possible. If you coughed there was a chance Larissa would hear and ask questions. You weren't sure you could lie to her if she asked why you were coughing petals like you're the embodiment of spring. Even if she'd know the reason, you couldn't trust yourself not to tell it was because of her.

But you can't vomit something coming from your lungs, and there is no such thing as "gracefully letting a foreign solid thing leave travel through your respiratory system". You just grabbed a towel from the cabinet and muffled the screeches and choking and sobs on it.

After an unknown amount of time, a knock took you out of your breathing exercise to regain control.

"Is everything ok in there?" you weren't coughing anymore, but her small voice made you want to cry. Your face was still flushed from all the exertion and the tears brought by pain were still drying on your cheeks.

Your breathing quickened as dread and heartbreak occupied the emptiness left by bloody petals. You screamed without a sound, air leaving your throat, face twisted from grief. You'd die from loving her and you knew you would do so soon.

Larissa didn't wait for an answer much longer, and as she opened the door you curled into yourself, hiding the petals between your legs and chest, burying your face on your knees so she wouldn't see how ugly you looked when falling apart.

"Love, what happened?" she breathed, kneeling beside you without another word and taking you into her arms.

Why was she calling you love? Why did she have to do that? You were her friend, dear and darling and sometimes sweet. You weren't her love, you would never be and that was going to kill you. Why did she have to be affectionate when it cut you deeper than any cruelty ever could?

You couldn't make a sound, your throat could barely manage between you not breathing from all the muted crying and you scrambling for air when you realized more petals were coming as Larissa's smell filled the air, easily overpowering the flowers' while she hugged your body with one arm and kept the other around your shoulders, fingertips massaging your scalp under the crown of your head where she kept her face pressed.

This was so close to love. Why was it so hard to take that final step? You shared evenings together like a years-old couple, talked easily as if you'd spent a life together and not two years of acquaintanceship, you thought of her every second of every day, nurturing her in your heart and her rejection in your lungs.

You wished you could make her fall for you. You didn't mind before, and it wasn't the prospect of death that made you yearn for it so much now. You realized you were sick because it was too much. You had too much love inside of you and if she didn't want it there was nowhere it could go, no one to belong to, so it had to cease to exist, one way or another.

As your tight muscles started to tire and your body to fail, Larissa helped you to your bed. You were less than a person, more like the hollow ruins of a once beautiful castle that was now being conquered by nature, retaken, reclaimed.

When you stood and full flowers fell from your hiding place to the floor, you heard Larissa's surprised intake of breath. A few uncertain second passed as you looked down to the beautiful blooms you couldn't help but longingly admire, wishing them to finish you before Larissa continued to care for you like it wasn't just make it worse.

You were so drained she practically carried you across the room, laid you down on the bed and looked for the Nth time uncertain. After a few seconds she seemed to reach a conclusion and slid under the covers beside you, pulling you half conscious to her chest.

Before you completely blacked out, you heard her whisper, "I wish it was me."

The next day she wasn't there. When you woke up with very few memories of the night before, you had the sense that something was missing and as snippets of images and vague recollections started to pile up into a sequence of tortuously sweet moments, you had your worse fit of coughs that date.

That was it. You were done for. Larissa cared enough to wish to die in your place but not in the way that could save you.

You'd do anything for her but she simply couldn't do the one thing you needed from her. And it wasn't her fault, you knew she could try, hell she did try the night before for all you knew but it just was not possible. No one could force people into love and you wanted nothing of the sort. Even if you hungered for Larissa like a person starving to death you were happier knowing she would have a good life, everything she ever wished for, as she said, than being forever bound to you when she didn't want it.

You knew you didn't have long now, you weren't really coughing as flowers with the semblance of thin stems were lodged in your throat, so you fumbled desperately for something to write on while you still could.

When Larissa found you, she didn't see the paper, the tray with tea she'd gone prepare to wake you up with fell with no sound she could hear, the shattered porcelain not registering underneath the deafening white noise. She lifted your body from the floor beside the bed where you'd slipped off only to scream and let you fall onto the mattress as she saw glassed-over eyes.

She screamed and wailed and didn't notice the countless people rapidly entering and immediately leaving the room to look for help. The love of her life lay on a bed of flowers, yellow and red while their skin was almost translucent. Choked on the stems of what could be a small bouquet, blood slowly pooling beside their mouth.

"Dear Larissa, I hope you forgive the state I'm bound to be found, and that whoever has the misfortune of finding me has it in themselves to remind this scene as a terrible but miraculous love letter.

I loved you so much that it killed me.

Doesn't that sound nice? Maybe not nice, I'm dying so I don't have time to weight my words too carefully.

I'm writing this to thank you. Thank you for every time you smiled at me, talked to me, touched the back of my hand while handing me wine or made me nothing at all other than company.

Life was harder but infinitely sweeter while I was fortunate to love you. I am in love with you, and I hope after I'm dead I'll be able to still be. I know you'd be kind to the point of letting me haunt you, but I love you more than I can put into words and want you to forget this ever happened and be happy.

It's ok that you don't love me back, it's ok that I'm dead now, I died loving you and there is no other way I'd rather have died. If the price for feeling this deeply is death then you could say I chose to pay, even though I didn't. I know you wished it were you, but I was happy to pay.

If I coul"

Part of the unfinished sentence was covered by a dark stain, the rest was simply not written.

Larissa sobbed brokenly reading "I know you wished it were you," over and over, what she'd meant the night before was "I wish I was the one you love."

I listened to this while I wrote if you'd like to listen to some soft, nice music. As always, @alder-saan I hope you like it. Unless you don't want to read sad stuff which I completely understand

[foxxetype]

My extremely, amazingly, cool Homicipher Oc !!!!

Close ups!

She's based off of the Hanahaki and hanakanjō fictional diseases.

And the flower is a red phalaenopsis orchid, the flower has relations with passionate feelings and strong emotions.

[ferniforest]

✿Hanakanjō✿

This is a self-indulgent explanation of how my version of Hanakanjō works :}

First of all, what is Hanakanjō?  Normally it’s a disease, but my version is a curse. (You've likely heard of its more popular sister, Hanahaki, in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.)

“Hanakanjō is a (curse) in which flowers start growing out of the victim's body because of a strong emotion. 

Maybe they'll grow when you're happy, feel loved, or at peace! In that case (good emotions), the flowers will sprout painlessly. But maybe they'll grow when you're depressed, anxious, or deeply missing someone... In that case (bad emotions), the flowers will sprout with a sharp pain.” -Urban Dictionary 

✿ In my version, flowers from positive emotions can easily be removed without any pain, but flowers from negative emotions shouldn’t be bothered because they won’t come off harmlessly. 

✿ The type of flowers that grow are based on the language of flowers! Some Examples:foxglove= secrets, snowdrop= consolation/hope, zinnia= friendship, rue= regret, white peonies= bashfulness/shame

✿ The blooms take time to grow, it isn’t instant. Typically a couple of hours pass before flowers reflecting strong emotions fully emerge. (This is why Sundae was able to hide her curse from others for so long.) 

✿ If someone with Hanakanjō suppresses their emotions, good or bad, the effects will pile up, resulting in a sudden bloom burst of the respective flowers aaall over.

Special thanks to @crowsandturtlesandbatsohmy for help with the floriography!

[killacharacterbingo]

Hanahaki / Hanakanjo / Hanauso

Is actually three different prompt. Though I expect most to already know of Hanahaki! We've decided to make them one prompt, since they're all similar in nature.

Hanakanjo and Hanauso isn't very common in Westen Fandom. Something that I'm hoping to change. Cause they're kinda cool!

Hanahaki:

Is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear.

The term hanahaki comes from the Japanese words hana (花), which means "flower", and hakimasu (吐きます), which means "to throw up".

The Hanahaki Disease trope was popularized with the Japanese shoujo manga,「花吐き乙女」(Hanahaki Otome), or The Girl Who Spit Flowers by Naoko Matsuda (松田奈緒子), which was released in 2009. The symptoms of the disease are summarized to strong pain, having flowers blooming in the heart and lungs, and then throwing them up.

Hanakanjō:

Hanakanjō is a syndrome in which flowers start growing out of the victim's body because of a strong emotion. Maybe they'll grow when you're happy, feel loved or in peace! In that case (good emotions), the flowers will sprout painlessly. But maybe they'll grow when you're depressed, anxious or deeply missing someone... In that case (bad emotions), the flowers will sprout with a sharp pain.

Hanauso:

Hanauso Disease is a fictional disease in which when the victim’s loved one lies or betrays them, flowers will grow out of the victim’s neck. Alongside that, the victim will be unable to talk until their loved one tells the truth.

[aenbyveryverygayperson]

Disease similar to hanahaki that affects the will of D `,:/

Similar but not exactly. This only develops when they’re matured. Hanakanjō

[pandakyoki]

Twst Prompts

-> Potion turns you into a mermaid/siren/nymph -> Potion turns you into a child -> cinema date -> Café/Restaurant Date -> Midnight Snack -> Night Walk/Dance -> taking a Bath/Shower together -> learning how to swim/dance/do make up/sing -> Sleep over -> taking care of sick/hurt twst Chara -> Gender bender/Gender swap -> Nightmare/unable to sleep -> cooking/baking together -> Fashion show -> Photo shoot -> Hunting/Fishing -> Camping -> locked up in a box/closes/7 minutes in heaven -> first kiss -> first sex -> meeting partners family -> Jealousy -> s/o is already taken -> Yandere -> Kidnapping -> sold on the Black market -> singing together or for your loved one -> studying together -> Thunderstorm -> Phobia - uses it against you or he will help you overcome it -> drawing your loved one -> Picknick -> Finally some alone time -> Cross dressing -> Cosplay -> Asian Festival -> going to a concert -> taking part in a Drama/Performance -> Cursed House -> Shopping clothes for Lover/yourself -> Valentine's Day -> White Day -> Easter -> Christmas -> enjoying flowers/plants in nature or greenhouse -> First meeting -> you or partner turned into a cute animal -> Your tsum loves your partners tsum/You snuggle your lover tsum and he gets jealous -> watching Horror movies -> Halloween -> surprise Birthday -> looking for the perfect gift/or make the gift yourself -> building a snow man/sand castle -> accidentally breaking something that it's important to him -> your get bullied and lover gets pissed -> he accidentally hit you with a ball during PE -> searching for ingredients together -> getting lost in town or building -> your partner dressed like a Disney princess -> you carry your partner and he's surprised by your strength -> you had a broom accident and he chuckles/laughs about it, but you think he laughs about you and you ignore them -> finding a part-time job -> beauty routine -> moving in together after graduation/apartment search -> Crossover -> becoming part of a child-friendly original Fairy tale, like Red Riding Hood -> reading a book or playing a good game -> building something together -> he wants your attention -> making a potion together -> having a child/Adopting a child -> flirting with your crush -> Roller skating/Ice skating -> Marriage -> Death/Loss -> BDSM -> all alone and no one else is here, you hear scary noises -> getting drunk and doing crazy things -> Love letter/Love confession -> lover finds your hidden Diary -> Break up -> mend a broken heart -> Arguing -> Hanahaki/Hanakanjō/Hanauso disease -> playing a prank on him -> time traveling/he comes into your world -> Beans Day -> Precognitive dreams -> going to the beach -> Reincarnation -> Phone/Webcam sex -> sharing an umbrella -> accidental touches -> bringing them lunch -> ordering dinner -> wearing his shirt -> Goodbye! -> a playlist made for him -> picking up from work -> wearing goofy clothes together -> gifting flowers, which have a special meaning -> taking pictures together/of him and using them as your phone background -> sitting on his lap while learning -> hair brushing -> giving him a gift because you wanted to -> Mental disorders -> Nursing him after he can no longer walk, lost a limb ect. -> dressing him up and doing his make up -> wearing his dorm uniform

[angelonasher]

my last post was an elaborate ruse to get to ramble about my own hanahaki au idea

because i dont anyone will read this but i need to talk about it-

(it's myct btw)

ahem anyway-

So we mainly follow Pearl, our wonderful Pearlescentmoon, as she hacks out flowers into her trash can. Does she know why she's coughing up petals? No. But she's been doing it for a while, so maybe its time to stop procrastinating and search up her symptoms online.

Hanahaki. (wha-)

anyway she finds a website about a (somewhat experimental) program relating to the hana-diseases. she's like aight seems legit, seems cheap, why not?

So, hanahaki's been around as long as soulmates have been around (nobody knows when soulmates became a thing) but its only in the past 10 years that people have really started studying it (and trying to find more reliable cures)

Hanakanjo and hanauso have been studied for even less, but apparently this program is reaching into those too.

Anyway, she goes to the program place, and meets some people, other patients, basically.

A larger facility, with more patients and volunteers, it would be sorted by which hana-disease you got, but this is fairly small, so it's separated between platonic and romantic love.

(There are some other sections of the program, such as the very experimental stuff regarding the side-effects of/recovering from hanahaki surgery. but not what Pearl's here for)

the person in charge of our little ragtag group of flower-related relationship problems is uh- i never actually thought- Stress. yeah. why not.

to top it all off, here's a list: (everything's platonic unless i say otherwise)

Pearl: hanahaki. it- it's scott. of course it's scott. they were really good friends but the second they became/discovered that they were soulmates, he suddenly wanted nothing to do with her. very sad :( she got yellow roses and burgundy dhalias. can't really tell that they're yellow- cause- blood- but yeah

Tango: hanakanjō : got lots of flowers and a lot of thorn-shaped scars. poor guy :(

Joel: hanahaki : he mostly just vibes and makes jokes. and coughs. his hanahaki's gotten pretty bad, and he's had it for a while. he's got a whole array of flowers, but mostly irises and yellow roses

Scar: hanauso : at first, he'd make small talk, show around his cat jellie, scam everyone else out of small things like pencils, and started making a credit system. (except he somehow scammed jimmy into life-long loyalty? pearl has no idea how that works) but as his disease got worse, he can't talk so much. now it's just jellie. he still manages to scam people, though. He refuses to talk about whoever's causing it, and mostly grows poppies.

Martyn : double hanahaki : pearl hates him. that's all you have to know

Fundy : hanahaki : everytime i think i'm out of the dsmp fandom I stuff dsmp!fundy somewhere- is the dsmp even a fandom still? he's had his hanahaki for the longest out of anyone (although it's not as bad as joel's), familial hanahaki, actually. wilbur bcuz why not. he's accepted that he's just going to have it instead of opting for surgery, and he uses an oxygen tank a lot. purple hyacinths and petunias. he's in the program not because he thinks it'll help, but because "his friends convinced him to"

Jimmy : he's just there to be Tango's supportive soulmate. and he brings little gifts and snacks. he's very much appreciated (and by very much appreciated i mean everyone teases him but wouldn't trade his friendship for the world.)

Etho : he's actually from another part of the program but pops in from time to time. gives advice on how to manage hanahaki while he's there

Lizzie : Joel's fiance and sometimes comes to say hi. brought cupcakes once. she's apparently jimmy's brother

Bdubs : came twice with etho, once looking for him. apparently a volunteer at the program.

Grian : he appeared once and seemed to know Scar and Jimmy. in a very strained relationship kind of way. he had a whole lot of white lilacs in his outfit. seems familiar

as you can see it's mostly double life people because yeah. i am not big brain enough to think of more people right now

if you got to the end, thanks for that, actually /gen

[chimmyxkookies]

🔷𝑴𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆🔷 🔸𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 🔸𝟰𝗸 🔸https://archiveofourown.org/works/39499611 ~Jikook/kookmin ~Fairy JK/ Human JM ~Hanahaki Disease ~Hanakanjō ~Fluff ~Happy Ending

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Any skellies! While I was on the search for any fictional diseases, i found one that really is nice! S/O having: Hanakanjō, it's a syndrome in which flowers start growing out of the victim's body because of a strong emotion. They'll grow when they're feeling happy, loved, or in peace! In that case (good emotions), the flowers will sprout painlessly. But maybe they'll grow when you're depressed, anxious or deeply missing someone... In that case (bad emotions), the flowers will sprout with a sharp pain.

Undertale Sans - He's anxious every time it's happening, good or bad emotion. There's something disturbing looking flowers grow on someone neck. When it happens for bad reasons, he can even panic because you're in pain, and he can't do anything about it even if he's trying to cheer you up. He would be anxious all the time and that wouldn't end well. One day or the other, he will have a massive breakdown.

Undertale Papyrus - He thinks the flowers are pretty and he will do his best to keep his S/O happy, that's kind of his specialty. When it hurts, he's here too, trying to cheer you up, singing, saying puns, to try to distract you from the pain. He's pretty good at this, to the point you're calling him your service skeleton now :')

Underswap Sans - That wouldn't work. Even if he's fine with a S/O, conflicts and arguments are pretty common with Blue, because of how stubborn he is, and seeing you hurt all the time is unbearable for him. He prefers to end the relationship that watching you suffer because of him.

Underswap Papyrus - Like Papyrus, he loves your laugh and the pretty flowers when you're happy. Though, when you're in pain, he's having terrible panic attack, wondering if he's going to lose you here and there or not. He's not helping to calm down, he's crying and shaking, and he hates this so much. It better not happen too ofter because his soul can't take it.

Underfell Sans - That wouldn't work either. Red screams in the wind all the time, and seeing you hurt all the time is making him feel terribly guilty. He thinks he's so stupid he can't control himself to not hurt you and he will blame himself constantly, to the point when it's not mentally sane for him. It's best if your roads takes different ways.

Underfell Papyrus - After the first night when it happened and where he was completely lost, scared and in panic, Edge will actually learn to deal with the bad flowers, trying to keep his voice low and murmuring appeasing words. It will take some time for this to work, but in the end, it will be fine. His deep voice is pretty good for this.

Horrortale Sans - Do you want to kill him? If he hears you cry, he's going to attack the first thing he sees, thinking it's hurting you. It's triggering him to a point where it's dangerous to be around him. When Oak almost attacked Willow in one of your crisis, Willow decided to talk to you to explain that if you really love Oak, you have to let him go because he will not get better if it's continue, and he doesn't want his brother to get hurt. It will be hard, but it's best for everyone.

Horrortale Papyrus - Like his brother, the screams are triggering him a lot and he needs to isolate every time to not lose control of himself and calm down. He has a good selfcontrol, but he hates seeing you hurt all the time, because he feels like it's his fault, and he promised he would never hurt someone again, and he can't, he can't, he can't. That's not going to work either.

Swapfell Sans - He acts like he doesn't care when you're hurt, but oh boy, that's such a lie. Every time he's mean with you and you fall on the ground screaming, it's like you're stabbing him, and it takes all of his self control to not start to cry and break everything in the house because of how bad he feels. It will make him realise he still have work to do on himself, and with time, it will get a little better. Nox is not giving up that easily.

Swapfell Papyrus - Not a good match either. He's the kind of guy who runs away from all responsibility, so, uh, good luck with the pain, he's going to lock himself in his room with music loud enough to not hear you scream. He would never be there for you, and eventually, will snap if you try to make him notice. He doesn't want to deal with that, and he can suddenly become pretty agressive about it if you're pushing him. He's a nice funny guy, but he's still from swapfell, he's not a teddy bear and he is not that stable mentally.