#lmk white petal au

[starrclown]

Okay, I swear I tried to line and color this. I originally went into this wanting this to be a fully colored peice so it would be more visually pleasing but I just COULDN'T. My body wouldn't do it yall. I might come back to this sketch and atcually try and make it look good but today is NOT that day.

Okay onto the atcual au. (Warning: this is LONG cause I wanna talk.)

This is basically a Hanahaki Disease au. Ya know, that flower unrequited love thing? Yeah it's that.

In this au the Hanahaki Disease is not exactly a common thing, but it's kinda like a more serious illness.

In this au Wukong catches the disease. It was slow at first, barely noticeable, but one day he was at Pigsys and he threw up a white petal. Tang diagnosed this as the Hanahaki Disease.

The strange part is that the petals are white.

Normally when you catch the disease, the flower petals will be the color of your crushes favorite color. (I got this from fanfiction. Usually in fanfiction the color of the petals are the other person's color.)

At first everyone thought it had to be someone in Wukongs past that White was their color. (Much to Macaque's annoyance.)

No one, especially Wukong, can think of who it is. It has to be someone alive and that Wukong would have some kind if feeling for.

You can also catch the disease I'd your love in unrequited. So you can catch it if your crush is inlive with another or if they don't love you back. So Wukong could be inlive with someone who loves him, or someone who doesn't, it's hard to tell.

Wukong's condition slowly would get worse. Since he doesn't know who it is (he genuinely doesn't know) he doesn't know what to do.

The disease is alot slower because Wukongs body is trying to heal itself but is being taken over by the disease, it's killing him slowly.

Mk is PANICKING. He's trying to figure out who Wukong could possibly love, someone that's alive. Usually you would go off the petal color but now they can't do that.

Macaque is panicking in his own way. He's both upset that Wukong is dying and that he doesn't know WHO Wukong is inlove with. Macaque is inlive with Wukong (obviously) and figured he could be the one to heal Wukong.

But since the petal is white and not purple, it obviously can't be Macaque.

Okay that's it. I'm gonna try and make this au more solid cause here I'm kinda spitballing.

Feel free to ask questions :)

-⭐️StarClown⭐️

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ thinking about the two different versions of minho

𝝑𝝔 cw : smut (mdni), soft!Dom lee know(referred to as mommy), mean!Dom lee know (referred to as Minho), praise, mommy kink (what can I say I'm me), pet play themes, petnames, body worship, thigh riding, FREE USE, SOMNO, shower sex, mentions of poly!skz, fingering, oral, creampies, p in v, bullet point format, oral fixation, subspace, kinda somno, lmk if I missed anything!!!

𝝑𝝔 a/n : I saw these photos and literally almost sobbed he is so soft and fluffy I can't- also the Changbin Greek God!AU piece is gonna be released later today - probably this evening and let me just say y'all are in for a TREAT (that story is also gonna be NSFW so also mdni pls!!!)

oh mimo, literally the most versatile of the boys

like you have mommy and then you have minho

minho is mean, he is the one who deals out the punishments, you don't cry out for mommy when he is spanking you, you call out for minho

minho makes you choke and gag on his fat cock if you've been bad

minho spanks you until you cry

minho ties you upp to the bed and makes you watch him as he touches himself

minho makes you lick his shoes and hump his boot while you cry because his cock is hitting the back of your throat

minho is the one who makes you put on kitty ears, a butt plug with a cute white tail, and a collar and leash, he drags you around your shared apartment, and makes you sleep on a beanbag (he wakes you up in the middle of the night by stuffing you full of his cock)

minho uses you like the free use slut you are, no matter where or when as long as you're wearing that necklace that lets him know you're free use, he'll bend you over the kitchen counter, eat you out on the dinner table, stuff you full of his cock while watching a movie

minho fucks his cum into you as a reward, it's rare that Minho stuffs you full with his cum

mommy however-

mommy is sweet

mommy is the one who lets you lay your head on his lap while he gently fingers you until you're squirting all over the couch

mommy is the one who coos at you crying because his dick is hitting all those nice spongey parts inside your cunt

mommy is the one who worships your body in front of a mirror, making you watch yourself as he eats your cunt

mommy is the one who makes you ride his thigh instead of watching a movie

mommy invites his friends to come over to play with your pussy

mommy is the one who fucks you gently in the shower after a long day at work

mommy is the one who lights candles and has a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom ready to worship your body on your anniversary night

mommy who makes you breakfast in bed on your birthday and sneaks under the covers and pulls down your sleep shorts so he can eat his breakfast

mommy is the one who calls you his good kitty while you ride his thigh

mommy also fucks his cum into you, but he does it with the promise that he is gonna give you his babies

and between mommy and Minho, you are always slipping into that nice fuzzy headspace with just a few words and soft touches

[staybabblingbaby]

Soulmate Garden AU Ch.4 (Lewisia) a2d2

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 1,558

TO THE UNAWARE: THIS IS A PROGRESS UPDATE OF A CHAPTER NOT REMOTELY CLOSE TO DONE! PLEASE DON'T EXPECT A FULL OR POLISHED PRODUCT HERE

Notes: I told y'all that I was being lazy. We gotta play catch up now :c This is... roughly 1/3 of Ch.4? maybe more? I'm hoping to have them have a decent conversation but that's beyond me sometimes ^^;;

Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: She/Her Reader, Flashback (yelling), pls lmk if this needs smthn more specific

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist <3 | Main Part (Unfinished </3)

The next morning marks a return to routine.

You roll out of bed half awake, sleep-mused and ready for murder. Your mood isn’t improved by the way you’d gone to bed - still in your work clothes with day-after mascara gluing your eyelids together.

A quick stop by the restroom to strip and scrub your face is a necessity, or you’re liable to just crawl back into bed and exist there. You brush your teeth while you’re there, doing your best to ignore grey streaks down your cheeks where your eyeliner hadn’t been as water-proof as advertised.

You don’t even know why you’d cried. After all, it’s not like you were the one rejected by your soulmate for no reason.

You do your best to shake off the maudlin feeling of the morning and lumber your way into the kitchen. You spy your twenty on the counter where you’d left it. You press your lips together to stop the bottom one from trembling and open the fridge. There’s a plate of eggs, fruit, and toast inside.

Taylor, freak of nature that he is, has been up for hours already, you know. He’d probably been up and out the door before the run had even thought about rising. Weirdo.

your roommate is well aware of how non-functional you can be in the morning, so it’s not unusual of him to leave you leftovers when he makes breakfast. The little note on top isn’t new either, usually a reminder, grocery list, or a little encouragement for your day. The whole thing makes you smile, usually.

Today that little note makes your eyes prick with a new wave of tears.

‘Give yourself a chance. Bet’s still on <3’

You very deliberately do NOT cry, though it’s a near thing. You’d done enough crying last night. But if you sniffle a bit into your eggs, well. That’s for you to know, isn’t it?

It’s a Tuesday, so after breakfast you drag yourself back to your room to throw on your largest, rattiest, t-shirt and a pair of leggings to head to the gym.

You can’t help your eyes from catching on the newly-bloomed marks on your skin when you strip away your sleepwear, and you realize that you hadn’t had the opportunity to study your mark in days. Things have been... hectic, to say the least.

In the name of returning to your baseline, you figure you can’t ignore this part of your routine either.

You amble over to your closet, swinging open the door to reveal the full-length mirror hanging on the other side. You don’t bother with your usual rounds of self-depreciation or daily affirmations. Instead, you find your eyes glued to droopy purple petals and blankets of white stars across your abdomen.

The names of the flowers come to mind with ease as you trace gentle fingers over echoes of delicate petals. ‘Bellflowers’ You recite to yourself, drawing your finger up thin stalks and back down dipped heads. ‘Edelweiss’ you muse, lightly tapping each fuzzy white star.

The knowledge comes easily to you, not from any cosmic force, but because of course it does. Your sister hadn’t been wrong when she’d said that asking a person’s favorite flower had been basically an obsession of yours.

The habit had started well before you’d gotten your mark. Before you’d even properly known what soulmates were, really.

Gardening with your mother had started as a way for her to drag you out of the house to get some sun while keeping an easy eye on you. Before your sister was born you’d spent many a joyous afternoon learning to work the soil beside your mother.

After the advent of your favorite gremlin, you’d spent those afternoons tending to the family garden alone. You remember being grateful to the newborn back then. Those solitary afternoons were some of the most peaceful in your memory.

At some point the ‘family garden’ had become more ‘your garden’. Your mother wouldn’t even bother to plan it out with you by your sister’s toddler years. She’d drive you to the store, hand you a bit of cash, and leave it all in your tiny hands.

You’d spend hours researching the best ways to nurture your plants. How to have them thriving more brightly, more beautifully, for longer. If you weren’t in the garden you were in the library by your house, nose buried in a gardening book.

You vividly remember the day it all went wrong.

It hadn’t even been that dramatic, as you recall. At least, not in terms of your parent’s usual fights. It was heartbreak- despair- that marked the day, instead of fear.

You’d been digging up weeds, clawing up deep roots with your gloved hands and a trowel, when your father had come storming outside. You don’t even remember what he’d said. Something about you always taking your mother’s side because of your shared hobby, you think.

Never mind that the woman hadn’t put so much as a toenail to the dirt since your sister had been born.

He hadn’t let up for quite a while, if memory serves. Stood there yelling at you in your safe space for close to an hour. Maybe two, but your child-brain couldn’t be trusted with the time. It might have just been minutes, now that you think about it.

Nonetheless he’d yelled and yelled and yelled. He hadn’t trampled on or broken anything, hadn’t even made sense. And yet, when he’d finally left, everything was different.

The blooms you’d worked so hard to nurture were no longer beautiful, and the soil you’d once called home was no longer safe.

You hadn’t tended another garden after that season. You’d seen your plants to winter, and you’d let go. You’d turn away from the sun and soil and leaned into your books and silly questions to fill the hole left behind.

You’re sure you left claw marks in the dirt.

Something like a gentle humming fills your soul, and you notice how tightly you're clutching the garden around your waist. You gingerly pry your hands away and study the crescent moons you’ve left behind, soft skin indented where petals should have ripped.

You wonder if you’ll leave claw-marks in this garden too.

You tear your eyes away from the mirror, ignoring the gentle tingling up your side where your fingers had dug in. You quickly toss on a camisole, forgoing your usual privacy wraps, and your t-shirt over that.

There was nothing for emptying your mind quite like running yourself into the ground at the gym. With full awareness that you’re going to regret your gym session later, you flee your apartment.

Maybe jogging all the way to gym wasn’t such a great idea. It’d sounded fantastic at the time, a head start on your cardio and a way to remove yourself from your negative headspace before you tried to toss around weights you barely knew how to use.

It had sort of worked, but now you hadn’t even entered the building and you were already a sweaty, panting, mess.

After guzzling down half of your water bottle you enter the building, resignation in your heart. Cardio wasn’t even your focus today.

The automatic doors slide open with their usual swish, and you’re greeting by the familiar stale smell all gyms seem to share, no matter how clean. It’s comforting, even if you do wish you could go home already.

There’s a guy already at the receptionist’s desk when you approach, talking in slow and measured English. His back is broad and built, huge biceps on display in a tight fitting black t-shirt. You kinda wanna squish them.

You try to shake yourself from your admiration, reminding yourself that there were very many well-muscled men in this place and that you’d always endeavored to keep a polite line-of-sight, even when they don’t. It hadn’t even been a hard ask, until now.

You really can’t help the way your eyes trace up and down his form. It should be impossible, you think, to somehow bulk up in only the right places, but by Jove his man has done it. This time you physically shake your head to snap yourself out of it.

You’d be polite if it killed you. Even if neither the stranger or the scrawny receptionist had noticed your wandering gaze.

Especially then.

While you were.... distracted... the man’s conversation with the receptionist seemed to be going a whole lot of nowhere. From what you can gather he’s looking for a short-term membership, and the receptionist is trying to tell him they don’t do that.

You know this to be true, even the trial period was an entire month. You’d specifically chosen this gym for that reason. If you hadn’t been able to stick it out for a month, you know you’d have never used the place enough to justify a membership.

Your sympathies to this stranger, it seems he really just needs a little less than a week. You know there are some no-commitment type places not too far though, so you wonder why he’s stuck on this place.

Their back and forth goes a while longer, but it’s evident that the beautifully-built stranger can’t really argue his case properly.

Eventually he steps to the side to make a call, and you’re able to approach the counter.

[fili-the-jester]

"Are you going to disappear?"

Summary: Ao Lie’s descendant asks him a question after they finish watching a movie.

Based in: LMK AU - Spiritual Guardian AU

Ao Lie pauses and turns his head to look at the small child nestled against his side. She wasn’t looking at him, instead she was gazing rather intently at the screen of the TV, which was now showing the ending credits.

"What makes you think that?" He says after a moment.

Her grip on his sleeve tightened, not overly so, but enough that he felt it. She’d been holding onto his sleeve of his arm, which was tucked around her, for a duration of the movie.

“The turtle in the movie,” she was now holding onto his sleeve with both hands “he disappeared and” she was looking up at him now, with those bright jade eyes “he left everyone behind.”

Ao Lie smiled softly down at her. “You think I’m going to disappear in a cloud of peach blossom petals?”

“You could!” She protested.

He exhaled softly, still keeping a calm smile on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to disappear.” He reached down with his other hand and gently ruffled her hair as he had done many times before.

"But what if you do disappear?"

If he was being completely honest, he had no idea whether if at some point in the future, if he would in fact disappear, leaving her alone without him. He wasn’t even entirely sure about what kept him here to begin with. He didn’t voice any of those thoughts though, those thoughts wouldn’t help the current situation nor would they make Xiaojiao feel better.

Instead, he picked up his descendant and placed her on his lap, securely wrapping his arms around her.

“I simply won’t allow it.”

“You won’t allow it?”

He tapped her gently on the nose, with a light bop.

“That’s right.”

“You can do that?”

“I am a fierce and noble dragon prince, third son of the Dragon King of the West Sea, and the mighty White Horse Dragon. I daresay that I can do what I want.”

Xiaojiao’s eyes searched his face, as if trying to find facial evidence that he was lying to her.

After a few seconds passed, she stuck out her left pinkie.

“Dragon’s honor?”

Her expression was a serious one, or as serious as a little kid’s face could be. Her eyes were looking directly into his own, jade green meeting jade green.

Ao Lie chuckled lightly, bringing up his own pinkie to link with hers.

“I swear on my honor as a dragon, I will never disappear and leave you behind.”

[softbkg]

gardenia | t.s.

pairing : prince!todoroki shouto x fem!reader, hanahaki au

note : yay my first fic ! this didn’t turn out as good as i hoped, nd i was planning on not posting it at all. im actually not very good at angst but this idea has been stuck on my mind for a few weeks now so i just decided to write it  ゜(´Ｏ`) 

warnings : angst?, mentions of childhood abuse, infidelity, sickness, nd i think thats all ! lmk if i missed some

prince shouto todoroki did not know what love was. he did not know what love was as he observed his family. he did not know what love was as he saw the way his father treated his family. he did not know what love was as he watched his siblings play in the gardens, paying no mind to the countless bruises he acquired from training with their father. he did not know what love was as he lied in bed at night, hearing the screams and sobs of his own mother.

but he learned, learned what love was in your soft touch. everything about you was soft and soothing, and shouto couldn't help but crave it every minute of the day.

----

it was a quiet morning as the young prince walked around the village, observing how the villagers interacted with each other. and in the center of the village, he saw a small cabin with roses decorating the front. a flower shop. before he knew it, he was slowly walking towards the small shop and opening the door.

upon entering, a pair of (e/c) eyes met his own. the girl in front of him was wearing a simple dress, one that he noticed a lot of villagers wearing, a contrast to the usual extravagant dresses and gowns he often saw his mother and sister wear. on her right ear was a small white flower, and he couldn't help but notice how it complimented her eyes quite well.

----

with that interaction came a small friendship. and as days and months passed, he found himself craving your presence, coming back every single day. and soon, that friendship blossomed into something more.

as he lays in your soft embrace at night, the prince could say he finally knew what love was. with you, he could forget about everything and have a taste of the happiness he never knew he craved so much. you were his love, his darling, his everything.

and he knew you loved him too. it was evident in the way you embraced him, the way you always smiled so softly at him.

---

"shou, whats your favorite flower?" your soft voice was muffled as you had your head buried in his chest, with your arms wrapped around him while he held you close.

"gardenias. why do you ask, my love?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice as he rubbed small circles on your bare back. giving a kiss to your forehead, he began humming a soft lullaby to lull you to sleep before he left.

muttering a small "nothing", you gave a small kiss to his cheeks before burying your face in his chest again and slowly falling asleep to his quiet humming.

---

you loved him. you loved him even as the royal family announced his marriage with the neighboring kingdom's princess. you loved him even as you watched him marry another woman, and you loved him even as you felt your heart ache every time he had to leave you.

he knew how much it hurt you. so when he sneaked away from the castle to meet you and you were nowhere to be found, he understood. and he continued to love you from afar, watching how you eventually got over him and continued living your life. everyday, he prayed to the gods to give you the life and love he knew you deserved, something he could not give you.

then came the petals. shouto was walking around the gardens, observing the roses he ordered that gardeners to plant, when he began to feel an uncomfortably tight pain in his chest. coughing up petals soon became a regular occurrence as he began to grow weaker. news spread fast of the young prince's sickness.

for weeks, he lied in his bed and cried out for his lover. he knew what it meant, he was losing her. the love he once treasured was withering. and so he cried, begging the gods to bring back everything.

coughing up petals, even full flowers, all pointed to one thing, the hanahaki disease. all researches led to only one conclusion, the young prince needed to get a special treatment if he did not want to lose his life to the disease. being the kingdom's heir, he was of course urged to take this treatment.

though weakened and barely able to walk, shouto found his way to the castle's library. there he found a book on the disease and the side effects of the treatment he was expected to receive. soft sobs left his lips as he realized what was about to happen. all he had left was the love and memories he had of you. he wasn't ready to lose any of it.

and for a moment, he entertained the idea of just losing himself to the disease if it meant he would still be able to preserve the image of you in his mind. but he remembered the way his mother cried as she learned of what was happening to her youngest child. and so he knew what he had to do.

----

a month passed and the young prince slowly regained his strength after a successful treatment. during this time, he began to spend more time with his siblings and mother.

a visit in the village, that was what his older sister suggested. she claimed a small walk around would help him recover faster.

there in the center of the village was a small flower shop, with white gardenias decorating the front. both siblings knew how much their mother loved flowers, and so they made their way to the small cabin.

upon entering, a pair of (e/c) eyes met his own.

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 1: Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

I’m probably not going to actually do one of these every single day lol but here’s at least one!

For day one of Writer’s Month 2020 @writersmonth: Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

Octavia & Jasper & Monty, Modern AU, ~700 words

My tag list: @ciewill @dealingdreams @shadowheron2013 @julyrubyrose @wonderland-promises @hanav @rycewritestrash @thelittlefanpire @musicnote902 @stonybnatural @earthgay2052 , @bellarkehastakenovermylife , @bellarkewriting, @astridandoddsandedds, @justbecauseyoubelievesomething lmk if you would like to be added to or deleted from this list)

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On Valentine's Day, Octavia sets out a bouquet of pink and white tulips on the countertop, next to the register, and another, of blood red roses, on the table in the back room. "They don't fit very well with the rest of your decor, do they?" Anya asks, low and bored, as she tilts her head to stare at the roses.

Octavia smiles. "Don't make me laugh, or I'll fuck up," she warns. She's touching up the tattoo on Anya's forearm, an original Octavia Blake design, while Anya sits backwards in her chair, her arms crossed against the top, as silent as ever. She's not wrong. The flowers are not of a piece with the neon lights of the tattoo parlor, AC/DC playing on the classic rock radio, Octavia's own carefully designed sleeves and ratted black jeans. But it's Anya's use of the word decor that gets to her. "They're a gift," she adds. "You didn't notice that the roses match my nails?"

Anya lifts her eyebrows, her only comment, as she glances down with disdain at Octavia's hands. "A gift?" she echoes, after a moment. "You have an admirer?"

"I have friends," she answers, carefully inking a curve across Anya's skin.

Specifically, she has the boys next door. Octavia can admit, by now, she wasn't pleased when they opened their flower shop on her street. The whole neighborhood, really going to hell. Bright colors and sweet scents and new blooming plants all year round, and the cheery new awning they put up over their window display.

But when she got into a fight with her girlfriend, and Jasper helped her put together a beautiful I'm-sorry bouquet, and she got a better look at the strange, greenhouse-warm, petal-strewn, menagerie of living oddities Monty was growing behind that gaudy WELCOME sign, she felt herself, despite herself, starting to come around. They gave her a Venus fly trap for her apartment, and invited her to dinner for each of their birthdays. She found herself, on the weekend, getting high with them on the fire escape of their apartment, while Monty talked horticulture and Jasper became distracted by the stars.

Didn't understand a damn word from either of them, but that was okay. Sometimes the stars fascinate her, too.

Now they send her gifts every holiday: floral arrangements on New Year's, St. Patrick's Day, the Fourth of July. An unexpected arrangement of purple orchids on her birthday, and, her personal favorite, spooky, ghost-like white flowers for Halloween. On Christmas, she finds a cluster of red peonies in a green pot, sitting up against her front door, protected from the snow, and it makes her smile. How the boys next door are always thinking of her.

"I owe you," she says, one day, sitting on the countertop of their store, next to a half-formed bouquet. The counter itself, and the floor, and Octavia herself, are covered in leaves and flower clippings. Jasper's tongue is caught between his teeth as he works.

"Owe us what?" Monty asks. He's watering the ferns in the window, barely glances back at her as he speaks.

"A gift," Octavia says. "In exchange for all the flowers." She smiles, devilish and sly, and flicks her gaze between them. "Have either of you ever considered getting inked?"

Jasper stops, mid-snip, and looks up at her. "Um—well—"

"No," Monty says, but he sounds so nervous, and like he is trying too hard not to sound nervous, that Octavia has to laugh.

"Not even something small?" she asks.

"Monty wants a full back tattoo," Jasper says, then, and Monty sets down his watering can and crosses his arms.

"How about a face tattoo for Jasper?”

"How about—Octavia Blake Is the Best written down your arm?" She grins, and jumps down from the countertop, the thick soles of her boots thumping down on the floor. "Just in case you should ever forget."

"Oh, I think I can remember that fine," Jasper says, the slightest break in his voice making it croak. The fine blush across his face is unaccountably cute. It makes her feel so strangely young, and gleefully happy again.

"Well, offer's always open," she answers. "In case you should ever forget."

[starrclown]

A colored sketch this time!

Eventually Wukong would realize what’s happening when the colors begin to match up. He now knows how many petals are gonna be there and who they represent. He is NOT happy about it.

Also!

Not all of Wukongs petals is romantic love. Actually only about 2 of them all. Most are platonic or familiar. This helps him because it makes him less sick but it also makes it much harder because he has to go theough a much more complicated procedure than just confessing his feelings.

Yeah he’s gonna go through ALOT in this au.

He kinda has to bring up all the issues with people he’s never talked about if he wants to get better. It’s a hard knock life man.

-⭐️StarClown⭐️

[starrclown]

For the white petal au, is it for Ao Lie? I mean he is the WHITE horse dragon and he's the only one I can imagine Wukong would be both close to and is shown to be white

Imma clarify this here because I think I have a solid idea that won’t change.

The petals aren’t supposed to represent anyone. Why they don’t represent a single person is because Wukong isn’t suffering love or unrequited love for one person.

In this Au, you can catch Hanahaki in a platonic or familiar way. As long as there’s love.

I’m trying to be creative here but I don’t know if I am.

Basically if you catch Hanahaki in a familiar or platonic way, it’s different than romantic. Romance is pretty cut and dry: Confess or die basically.

Platonic and Familiar are a bit different. Someone catches Hanahaki in those ways mostly because of feelings that were never addressed. Maybe someone was hurt by a brother or family member so they now have the Hanahaki until they either die or address the hurt and feelings.

If you catch it for a dead person, it’s because you aren’t grieving. You have to be able to let go of those feelings and except their gone or again, die.

So you are technically correct. Wukong will cough up a greenish white petal for Ao Lie. (He’ll do this when he coughs up the petals for the rest of the pilgrims)

Why he’s doing this is because he’s not grieving Ao Lies death well. He’s still tearing himself up about the fire and Ao Lies death and he’s still blaming himself. (Even tho I think to believe Ao Lie doesn’t blame him.)

So yay! You’re kinda right :D

(I hope I explained this well. I also hope this is creative. Like I wanted to put my own spin on it.)

It’s kinda complicated lol.

[starrclown]

in regards to the white petal au, are the first batch of petals, the white ones, more of a 'call of the storm' sorta thing? For example, they don't stand for anyone in particular but hold Wukong's feelings for everyone.

Sorry if this makes absolutely no sense it's past 1am for me

Yeah! They are basically a warning for what’s to come. When they eventually turn colors is when Wukong gets ALOT more sick because then it is about all his types of love.

Basically my idea is that he’ll have three sick days kinda. Like my idea is that you basically have 9 months and every three months you’ll throw up 3 full flowers unless you’re cured. Wukong gets white petals, then colored, and he has to face his past traumas and rejection of love and then it moves on in a cycle till he is feeling better.

It’s obviously more complicated than that but you are correct.

Fun fact, it’s 6 am here and I didn’t sleep. Don’t know why, I just didn’t.

You are nailing this stuff dude, it’s crazy people like my silly aus.

[starrclown]

Omg are the petals going to change color at some point? Also this must be heart shattering for macaque

OH MY GOD YOU GOT IT!

I’m being very dead serious, you are correct.

When I make more art of this au, you’ll notice how the petals change more into different colors. I called it the White Petal Au cause they start out white then change.

Believe it or not, he’s more upset that Wukong is in pain than him not being in-love with him (as far as he knows). Like he would rather them be best friends or Wukong be with someone else then Wukong be in excruciating agony because of some stupid disease.

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Is the person wukong caught hanahaki from(??) Someone he has known since his younger years or has he only met them recently? Like in the current show time kind of recent

He’s been around them both recently and in the past. It’s a little complicated.

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Oooh! So the petals are a result of Wukong’s complicated feelings for Macaque?

Not just Macque but his feelings for him definitely play a part

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ok so for the white petal AU I was thinking: maybe Tripitaka/Xuanzang? I know he is a reincarnation of the golden cicala so technically the petal should be golden but it could also be white.

Other guess - since Tripitaka isn't alive, then it's Macaque. The petal is white because Macaque's fur is actually white and not dark black/purple. I've just realized now-

You’re actually half right in a sense? Not in the sense Wukong is inlove with Tripitaka, absolutely not. But the petals can be for previous people.

I should clarify here that info can change cause this au is in early development so if things change that’s why.

Also, the love doesn’t have to be romantic, that’s very important.

I really should make a master post about this au when I get all the details together. But no, it’s not Tripitaka.

No it’s not Macaque (yet)

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Is the person Wukong’s in love with the mayor?

No, good guess tho! I’d see it if Wukong was inlove with him it would be like an icy blue color.

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Is it Tang? Or would those be red petals?

Not Tang either! I think those would be a golden color!