#haruhaki

[not-5-rats]

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"I just wanted her to see me as her brother once more"

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(Slight blood warning!)

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Hanahaki; a disease caused by unrequited love (whether that be romantic, platonic, familial, etc), it leads to the infecteds' lungs filling with flowers, this means they will start coughing up petals which will eventually end with suffocation unless the feelings become mutual

Chester was not special, he was not immune to this disease, and pretty soon he found himself choking up hydrangea petals. For alot of his life Chesters family had been a strong source of love for him, he was always there for them and they offered that same support. They always had one another...but Chester fucked it up, like he always does. He was so determined to protect his remaining siblings after the loss of his twin that he ended up pushing all of them away.

Her boyfriend was abusive, he couldn't let thay asshole keep hurting his older sister in that way, he had to go...Chester had to kill him. But apparently Audrey didn't agree with this view, when she found out what Chester had done she sent him away, she refused to let him see his sisters again (she couldn't refuse Felix since he was an adult)...and from that day forth Audrey no longer cared for her younger brother. This had been a step too far, even after everything that had happened in their lives, this...this was too much for her.

Chester loved his sister, that's why he removed Erik from her life...he still cared about his sister, even after she sent him away, even after she threw him from her mind...even after she told him how much he disgusted her, he still cared for his sister, but she no longer cared for him. This was how the disease finally caught him, when he was left with a case of one sided familial love.

[magiclaud]

Inktober 6: Hanahaki disease

a/n: Based on my first (and only) love. I did cry a bit while writing this, heh. 

Arthur needed to focus.

He wanted to listen, wanted to understand what the hell was his teacher talking about, but he couldn’t help it. Not when that American accent he liked so much answered any question, smiling brightly every time he was right.

Arthur was ridiculous. That guy — he wasn’t even attractive. He wore glasses and this ugly jacket Arthur was sure he had never washed.

And he —his body was plump, probably because of all the greasy food he ate regularly. The only reason he had made a lot of friends was that people found him approachable. The type of guy with whom people cracked a few laughs in class. In addition, he was loud, so loud Arthur could almost hear his laughter when they were in different classrooms.

Arthur’s stomach felt heavy. The teacher asked him a question. Arthur said he didn’t know, earning a few laughs from his classmates. From the other corner of the class, Alfred Jones — the American guy, smiled sympathetically.

God, his insides were rumbling. The class was too hot, so much Arthur felt his guts would dissolve in their own blood. But he could do it — Arthur would wait until the class was over.

When he heard Alfred laugh again he felt worse. Arthur wondered what had happened — he used to be the popular guy of the class, famous for his politeness and with enough charisma to enchant anyone. And now — oh, what was he now? He had to cover his mouth after a particularly hard wave kicked him and he coughed awkwardly. As he did it, his throat was tingling and Arthur felt like he was going to choke.

Fortunately, the bell rung, and Arthur put the books in his bag as fast as he could. However, when he turned he felt drowned again, and this sensation did nothing but intensify when Alfred Jones stepped nearby.

“Hey,” Alfred said. When he first came to the school, Alfred used to be short. Now, he was as tall as Arthur and for some reason that made him uncomfortable. “What was all that?”

“Huh?”

“You were staring at me,” Alfred noted. They began to walk through the hallways. “Did I have something on my face?”

Alfred coughed. The stinging of his throat wouldn’t leave him. “I was bored,” he said, although somehow he doubted Alfred would believe him. Strangely, Alfred Jones was awfully good at reading the mood, which troubled Arthur to no end.

“Okay, heh. Later, dude,” Alfred smiled, showing his teeth. Arthur felt it creeping through the walls of his stomach. He needed to go.

Arthur stumbled to the bathroom. A few freshmen were there, although they couldn’t  care less about him. As Arthur kneeled next to the toilet, tears on his face, he cursed Alfred Jones.

Why was he torturing Arthur like this? That smile, that laugh — what did all mean? Why did he seem so careless while making Arthur fall in love? Arthur coughed again and again until he saw a rose petal fall from his mouth. That made him retch and soon more petals were landing on the toilet, as Arthur became more sweaty and flushed.

God dammit, he hated Alfred.

He hated that he found Alfred so irresistible and yet he couldn’t have him. His body must’ve known that, too, because the petals had a bitter taste that made Arthur want to puke more.

No, he would never have Alfred, the American wouldn’t look at him that way.  That was the most frustrating part — to know that your first pure love won’t be returned. And that, somehow, Arthur would be punished for it, coughing blossoms as a twisted reminder of his true love.

When he finished, Arthur felt dizzy. And once he saw Alfred again the blossoms returned, making him feel so sick and depressed Arthur couldn’t even stare at those blue eyes anymore.

[ask-dopesketch]

Cherry a librarian. Yea makes sence!

Would you rather be at a crowning of a random evil ruler/ or a crowning of adam.

I think i know the answer

-haruhaki

...a random evil ruler