#you can tell I've never read a hanahaki fic can't you

[transingthoseformers]

Do you want to know my nonromantic Hanahaki disease idea?

It's played for laughs but Soundwave suppressing his feelings of hatred for Orion so much that he starts coughing up flowers

He has to tell Megatronus's boyfriend (his best boyfriend so far too) he detests him, to his face, without violating his vow of silence, or he'll die

[notnights]

The song Never Gonna Happen by Lily Allen, good Ribbun song or no? It started on my shuffled playlist and it kinda made me think of your Acetate Ribbun fic.

I think it can fit with ribbunnie depending on interpretation and how you view or want the outcome of their relationship to be! For the fic itself I don't think it fits 100% but song inspo never has to be exact, and the way you interpreted the song and writing can be entirely different from how I do. That's the beauty of the arts I think. If you think it fits then it fits! You've given me an excuse to muse about them a little tho... so more to read below if interested. (Same warnings for the fic apply for this talk)

My personal thoughts on this song is someone interested in another person (the singer in this case) but said person isn't interested in them back. But the singer when feeling desperate for love (implied to be sex) decides to call them up anyways knowing their feelings would have them accept the interaction. The singer feeling guilty for this behavior at times and the other party being hurt by it despite also probably knowing it doesn't mean anything when she calls them up but is lovesick so can't help but hope and then be disappointed everytime. Some lines in there about the singer not understanding why this person is still in love with her as well, which I do like and will bring that up later. In the case of Acetate Ribbun's situation, Gangle is taking advantage of the situation to take out her rage (for) on Jax. And because its hanahaki which I like to think flares up when emotional oppositions are high, that means giving him a dispassionate kiss makes his illness flare up and in turn harms him; what she wants. Unlike the singer though, Gangle doesn't necessarily feel guilty for this, in fact most of her guilt stems from the fact she doesn't feel guilty for what she's doing. Aware that what she is doing is wrong but in an act of retaliation toward everything he's done to her, it feels good. I do like the lines from the song about "I don't understand what you're chasing after," because I do think that part fits. After everything she's done to him she's still surprised and even offended Jax is not only still in love with her but might even like her more.

Which brings us to Jax's side; he likes being kissed by her even when he knows she doesn't mean anything by it and that it is just a way to hurt him. He's not clueless about her intentions so isn't emotionally hurt or bothered by it he just accepts it. In fact he's kinda weird about it and it makes him like her more. Because?? Best way I can say it is Jax is a bit of a freak and craves someone to put him in his place because he knows he's a rotten asshole but isn't going to stop or change that behavior any time soon if ever. Knows there are other people out there who hate him, knows he's a bad person but isn't going to do anything himself about it. Deep inside he wants someone to fight back. Falling for Gangle and eventually getting his ass beaten by her were two different things that ironically tied nicely together for his wants. So unlike the other party in this song, he doesn't feel betrayed by her actions. In fact he likes it. What exactly they've been up to and the status of their relationship after this incident I've left up to interpretation for the reader but, Jax and Gangle do have a mutual understanding of it. They're both getting benefits from what they've been up to and are enjoying it for different reasons (maybe sometimes even the same reasons). So are in a ""happier"" outcome than what's implied for the two in the song I think.

The song tells of a situation and doesn't reveal to us if the two in the parties eventually come to a solution though. So parts of the song could work for acetate ribbon, when they're in that moment of stuck in the cycle for those two days.

[grimalkinmessor]

Please, share your take on hanahaki afofa?

(I can't believe we have two (platonic) afofa hanaki fics on ao3. It's so weird it happened twice)

I'VE READ BOTH OF THOSE FICS AND I LOVE THEM!!

Honestly the idea of platonic Hanahaki fascinates me because it's even worse, could you imagine? (Actually given we're all here on tumblr.com I don't think many of us have to imagine lmao). BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE—family hits you so much harder when they don't love you, because they're the ones that are supposed to. Family is supposed to love you unconditionally, and when they don't, that shit is devastating. Imagine being six years old and suddenly spitting up flowers for reasons you can't understand. It turns the "should I tell them" on its head because unlike romantic Hanahaki, when it's your family you're owed an explanation as to why they don't love you. It's that tasty, tasty angst 🤌

ANYWAY—ROMANCE. AFOFA.

It's actually odd for me to think about, but the way I imagine AFOFA, neither would get Hanahaki. Yoichi never gives up his love for his brother, even after everything that happens between them. Call it Stockholm Syndrome, poor judgement, whatever you want—Yoichi can't get rid of his love for Takashi no matter how hard he tries. And of course, All For One is never letting go of his love for Yoichi, so while All For One would never get Hanahaki, neither would Yoichi.

However if we go the "Hanahaki is caused by a psychological perception of a lack of requited love", then honestly? My bets are on All For One catching it.

Because Yoichi gets chased so ardently!! So relentlessly!! Every time AFO turns around he's telling Yoichi how much he loves him. Even if AFO's love is painful and dangerous, Yoichi doesn't have space to doubt that his brother does that care for him more than he cares for anyone else in the world. He's always made that very clear. There being something deeply, deeply wrong with All For One doesn't mean he's incapable of love—it just means he's incapable of showing it in a healthy way. (Alexa play I Know That He Loves Me by Autoheart—)

But for how I see AFOFA, there's plenty of space for All For One to feel as if his love isn't reciprocated. The first one being that, he'd obviously see any affection from Yoichi as platonic until Yoichi told him/displayed otherwise, and platonic love isn't a substitute for romantic love; at least not where Hanahaki is concerned. Or, as a second trigger, after Yoichi finds out about his dirty dealings and starts trying to pull away from him, All For One would see that as a lack of love. Yoichi refusing him touch and comfort, denouncing everything his brother has ever done for him, and generally telling All For One that what he's doing is wrong and that Yoichi won't stand beside him as long as he continues to do evil things (which All For One would hear as Yoichi calling him evil, as Yoichi attempting to break their bond and cut him off completely forever)—all of that would compound in AFO's head and it'd be a stronger trigger than the first.

And the best (worst) thing here would be that Hanahaki can't kill All For One! :D He'd never get it removed, obviously, because you'd faster find a way to kill him than tear his teeth out of Yoichi, but without Yoichi near him to convince himself that he can make Yoichi love him again (even though Yoichi actually never stopped), he'd have to deal with Hanahaki for the rest of his very long life 💖

I'd have to pick a very pretty, very thorny flower for him to cough up forever :3

[quil12]

Can you do a Hanahaki au? Specifically with Yu having it.

(I'll completely understand if you don't want to)

I can't say that I've ever even read a Hanahaki fic lmao (so sorry if it doesn't go the way that it normally would go), but this was very interesting to write. I love doing love confessions, so this was an interesting way of getting there.

Yu stared down at the yellow flower petal sitting in the middle of his palm. He had just had an intense coughing fit and, before he knew it, there it was.

He had heard stories of this happening before. How if a love that you had was unrequited, your lungs would slowly fill up with flowers until there was nothing that you could do until you began to choke on them and died.

Of course, if the love became requited, the flowers would go away as well. 

There was no way that his love was requited.

There was absolutely no way. 

He curled his palm up, crushing the flower petal, then threw it into the trash can next to his desk. 

- - -

Yu gazed out at the water of the Samegawa, enjoying the warm summer breeze as it blew through his hair. He had taken his tackle box and had come out here to do a little bit of fishing. It was always a pleasant way to spend an evening.

All of a sudden, he heard his name being called from the ridge up above him.

His breath hitched.

Yosuke.

“Hey, Yu, Partner, what’re you up to?”

He swallowed hard as he looked up toward his smiling face, the evening light casting him in a soft yellow glow. He was so unbelievably handsome. He didn’t know how he wasn’t supposed to fall for him.

He was the worst person to fall for though.

He wasn’t interested in men - he had made that stance abundantly clear when they had gone to rescue Kanji. 

There was no way that he could ever be interested in him - not in any sort of romantic sense.

“Oh, I’m just fishing.” He gestured at the fishing pole.

“Want some company?”

“If you want to.”

“Of course I want to.”

As he started heading down the river bank toward him, there was a sudden tickling in his throat. He tried to keep it down, but it only got more and more insistent. He turned his head away from him, coughing into his hand. 

Yosuke sat beside him just as he stopped.

“That’s a pretty nasty cough. Are you feeling okay?”

Yu nodded, shoving the flower petals into the tackle box beside him as discreetly as possible, “It’s just all the pollen.”

Yosuke groaned, “Oh, I feel you there. I feel like it never used to get this bad.”

He kept talking, but Yu was caught up in the relief of not getting caught. 

He briefly considered telling him. Telling him that he was in love with him. If he told him, he did suppose that it would wipe out any doubt in his mind that it was completely unrequited. Wipe out that tiny sliver of hope that he had.

Then again, if he told him, he would hate him. 

If he was going to die anyway, he might as well live in a world where he was still his friend and was allowed to be around him. He didn’t know what he would do if he wasn’t permitted that.

- - -

Alstroemeria.

That was the kind of flower it was. 

There was no mistaking it now, especially not after he had coughed up the whole flower head, not just its petals. 

He had searched it up online, and apparently, it symbolized friendship as well as a strong bond of love between two people. 

That had made his chest ache. 

Friendship. That part was definitely true. He knew that Yosuke considered him a friend - a best friend even. He thought of him in that way too. He did also love him as a friend. 

It was more than that though. While the love between them might have been purely platonic from Yosuke’s point of view, it was wholly tinged with romance from Yu’s. 

A strong bond of love could mean either of those two things. At least he knew that he loved him - though not in the way that he wanted.

- - -

Yu sat up quickly in bed. He couldn’t breathe. His mind was in complete panic mode. Was he about to die?

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down a little, before turning his head, forcing himself to cough. After a few seconds, he spat out two flower heads along with enough petals that he couldn’t be bothered to count them. 

He took a deep breath, his lungs eternally grateful for the air they were finally getting. 

He reached into his mouth, pulling out another petal, setting it down with the others on his blanket. 

He just laid there for a while, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He didn’t want to die, but he couldn’t exactly confess to him either. 

After a few minutes, he sat up, gathering all the flowers together, and throwing them away. For the time being, he was fine. He still had time to spend with Yosuke.

- - -

Yu stepped out of the house, starting the walk to school. 

Everything was fine until he started to feel the now familiar tickle in his throat. 

He took a breath. He couldn’t let anyone see. If they saw, then people would start talking about it. He didn’t know what he would do it Yosuke confronted him about it. 

He turned down an side street, forcing himself to cough into his hand until his throat was raw. He needed to get as much out as possible before getting to school. 

He still had the flowers in his hand when there was a familiar voice from behind him.

“Yu? What are you doing?”

He quickly turned to face him, holding the flowers behind his back, “Nothing.”

He winced. That had sounded so suspicious.

Yosuke furrowed his brows, walking over to him, and grabbing onto his arm, pulling it from behind his back and toward him. He stared at the flowers for a few seconds. 

Yu’s heart was pounding in his chest. He was about to put it together. He was about to find out what was going on.

He frowned, “Did someone give you flowers or something?”

He could have cried in relief. An out. He was offering him an out.

“Oh, yeah. Someone did. I don’t really want them though.”

He opened his hands, letting the flowers float gently down to the ground.

“Wow, kinda harsh, don’t you think. Some poor girl is going to be heartbroken.”

Yu shrugged, “I guess.”

Yosuke shook his head, “Come on. We’re gonna be late for school.”

Yu nodded, following him as he started walking in the direction of the school building. Things would be fine for a little while longer.

- - -

“Hey, Yu, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school.”

“That sounds like fun.” Yu was already agreeing before he could even think about it. There was no way that he could ever say no to Yosuke.

“Great.” He beamed at him, his smile so bright it could light up the world.

Once school was out for the day, he went with Yosuke out of the school. It was getting to be the middle of fall, the whole countryside painted in browns, oranges, and yellows. 

“So, what did you want to do?” Yu asked.

Yosuke shrugged, “I dunno. Just hang out, I guess.”

Yu smiled, “Sounds good to me.”

They walked around for a while, getting a ways away from the center of town. It was so rural and basically deserted out there. The whole walk was filled with Yosuke’s cheerful voice as he talked about whatever happened to pop into his head.

Yu listened to every word, just wanting to hear his voice. 

Everything was going well until the all-too-familiar tickle started in his throat. He successfully ignored it for a while, but, as time went on, it started to go from a tickle to pain as it became harder and harder to breathe. 

He needed to get away from Yosuke as fast as he could.

“I think I should start heading back now,” Yu said, keeping his voice as calm and level as possible.

Yosuke frowned, “Oh, all right. Is everything okay?”

Yu nodded, “It’s fine.”

He gave him a look like he wasn’t convinced, but didn’t push him on it, and for that, he was grateful. 

They started walking back in the direction of town. They didn’t get very far though before the need to breathe became too strong. It was too hard, his vision swimming in front of him. He should have suggested that they go back as soon as he felt the initial tickle. He had to keep from coughing. If he saw him cough up the flowers, what was he supposed to do then?

“Yu? Are you okay?”

His voice seemed so far away. He realized that he had stopped walking. That was probably why he was asking that.

Yosuke grabbed his arm, leading him off the road, pushing him against a tree. He leaned back against it, sliding down to the ground. Yosuke was talking to him, but he couldn’t hear him over the pounding of his heart in his ears.

He was going to choke if he didn’t get them out. It was either do that or die. That realization hit him hard, panic starting to set in. He didn’t want to die.

He faced toward the ground, trying to keep at least partially out of Yosuke’s line of sight, then started coughing. Tears were running down his face, his chest and throat burning. 

He managed to get out the flowers stuck in his throat, but there was still a feeling of fullness in his lungs. It really was only a matter of time. 

“Yu? Hey. Look at me.” Yosuke’s voice was filled with panic. 

He took a sharp breath, grabbing at the flowers underneath him, trying desperately to hide them away from him.

Yosuke grabbed on to one of his hands, pulling it up, moving his fingers apart, and taking the flower out of his palm. 

This was it. He was about to figure it out. 

He looked between his face and the flower, a sudden look of realization coming across his face.

“I… Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Yu shook his head, looking down at the ground.

“Well, who is it then? I need to get you to them right now. I can’t…”

Yu shook his head again. He couldn’t tell him who it was. He couldn’t…

It was quiet for a few seconds.

“Yu, you need to tell me who it is right now. I’m not going to let you die. Please.” His voice cracked.

Yu bit his lip.

“Tell me, please.”

He sounded so desperate. He really didn’t like to hear him like that. 

“What would you do it you knew?”

“What would I do…?”

“It’s not requited.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“I know.”

“There’s always the possibility that it’s not and that-”

“It’s you.”

Yu closed his eyes. There. He had said it. He didn’t want to argue with him anymore.

He was expecting him to yell at him. He was expecting him to be angry. He was expecting him to call him disgusting or walk away from him. 

What he was not expecting was for him to lay his palm against his cheek and gingerly press their lips together. 

It didn’t last for very long, just a chaste, gentle touch of their lips. They were so warm and soft against his. It made him feel like he couldn’t breathe, but in a much more pleasant way than had been the case before.

Yosuke pulled away, pressing their foreheads together. There were tears in his voice as he spoke, “You’re such an idiot. I love you. I love you so much.”

He loved him?

There was no way that this was real. There was no way that he liked him back.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.” He pulled back, “So don’t ever try and hide something like this from me ever again. I… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I’m sorry.” Tears started rolling down his cheeks.

Yosuke shushed him, wrapping his arms around him, holding him tightly up against him.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice full of adoration and endearment.

[sobbingdistantnoises]

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SKY SKY, HI <3

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

HM, I had to think for this one, but probably hanahaki sickness stuff. I don't think I've ever read one of these where I found it memorable and enjoyable, and especially when they have happy endings, it just seems a bit silly to me that one of the people involved is like...deathly sick before they decide to confess. Not for me

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

I do think it'll be cool to turn storytelling into a career one day, but I don't think writing itself is the way for me. It's fun, but there are SO many ways that I want to be able to tell stories in (notably. GAMES), and I think writing by itself is a tad limited for my purposes. Plus I do not write nearly enough to make it a career </3

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

This DEPENDS HEAVILY on criteria.

Sid Is Dead And Cupcake Killed Him. Paul McCartney of the Beatles murders Sid Vicious! Johnny Rotten is framed for Sid's death because he discovers that he can talk to ghost!Sid while Sid is near his corpse and thus carries it from town to town as they try to figure out what the frick happened! They meet Paul McCartney on some random intersection! Find out what happens possibly never because the last thing I wrote was them taking an ILLEGAL LEFT TURN, which I now realize is extremely dangerous, but when I wrote that, I did not know how to drive!

But even knowing that, he never expected to be framed for Sid Vicious’—his bandmate and best friend’s—murder. What he expected even less was to be able to see and speak to Sid’s ghost, because, hello? that’s not normal, and what was even less normal than even that was to be required to be in the vicinity of Sid’s corpse to do so and therefore end up, with Sid’s enthusiastic consent, escaping from the law who came to arrest Johnny with his friend’s corpse in tow. In all fairness, he could see why the officials thought he was guilty.

4AM Ramones Cult. Message sent at 4:02am in my private server containing the satanic summoning of the Ramones (or just Dee Dee, who says goodnight to the first person narrator who I think was me in a disguise). I told him I liked his hair.

You know, I really need to work on how I act when tired. It's not professional, and it would probably get me taken to several professionals if word got out.

Volcano Sacrifice Ramones Fic. There is planned out logic for bacteria in this one somewhere! The Ramones don't know each other but are deemed "saviors" by the local cult. They get sacrificed to volcano. Everything inside volcano underworld is based off of the Ramones' music in a meta-way, not necessarily known by Ramones. The first area they end up in is jungle train place based off their album for Subterranean Jungle. They have to start the train on the tracks as if it's the game Siberia! The jungle is on an infinite loop on the inside with wall boundaries that are a plus sign so that you can't even go straight forever.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

YES INDEED, I am constantly listening to music forever <3 Currently, obsession is Doom music, both original games and modern :D I'm currently actually listening to Mick Gordon's Vega Core (modern doom), which OHHHH, I love, Mick Gordon is a god <3

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I pretty much NEVER have a proper outline, so pants it is by default! I always sort of want to have an outline so that I can finish a longer thing some day, but I've yet to find motivation to do that

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I do not really have readers for most of my things since I don't publish the vast majority of what I write, so not really? I will indeed likely do many mean things when it comes time for me to run the mafia game(s) I am in the midst of planning though. Returning to my roots of writing out the brutal murders of my friends! <- command game murders

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

GHOSTS AND STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS MY BELOVED. ALSO PEOPLE BEING SAD BUT I IMAGINE THAT'S MOST PEOPLE :D

GHOSTS, I have so much to say on that. Like...probably most of the stories I've actually been invested in for a while involved ghosts, and AHHHH, I love doing ghost logic because it's like, rules, but then you make the rules... <3

Stream of consciousness is a more recent thing I've put into my writing, but it's SO fun to do, and it's also EASY which is great. I get to give my little guys patterns of thought and think about how their thinking overlaps itself and eeee, it's so fun :)

Currently in the mafia game I'm in (Pumpkin Nights my beloved), I have a character named Ivory, and her thing when I roleplay her is that her thoughts are really...unevenly spaced? and it gets even more unstable when she's not well mentally (which she very much was not until this morning <3) She is also currently a ghost because she was executed (for killing people because her warrior cats book was messed with), so that ties in :D

(Did Ihurt...it...my...belovedyoudon't...deservethis...whyNebbie mistake...youresobloody...whereare...you?) (They...started ittheystartedittheir...fault it'stheir fault) (Emptyemptenter...tainmentarebooks...pl...ease...I want back...backbackback...they gave me...osomuchplease...I wasted...it...)

And then PEARL stream of consciousness. Basically, if you've heard of what Evolution SMP/Hermitcraft related/Grian related Watchers are, they were basically...sort of gods who are actually implied the viewers but people sort of leave that last part out a lot because of what it's been turned into by fanon. Essentially, I have very differing headcanons from most of fanon, and in there Pearl(escentmoon) was a Watcher during the start of Evo that was cast down because she got too attached to doing "player stuff" and stopped acting according to Watcher principals (which are actually fairly justified in a POV, I disagree HEAVILY with "Watchers are bad" most of the time). She has a lot of repetition and parallel structure in her SoC thoughts alongside an mostly-lack of punctuation and stopping because a lot of her thing is that her views on stuff are, say, very difficult to change. She believes, and she believes heavily (the Watchers are fair). I also use the same italics and brackets for her thoughts as I do for some early exposition stuff that references her in third person which I think is neat

(I was a good Watcher I helped I built I made ou all them all angels I gifted I loved I punished forgave guided loved loved loved I loved them I love you please keep me with you I love you I love you I love you) (Grian? Grian Grian it's Grian he's here he's next to me) (They decided for me I love you I love you please take me back) (Angels angels I built you all angels)

ONE MORE THING FOR THIS QUESTION. THE DOOM PLAYER. This is a little fella who is part oc, part canon, part rpf of everybody who has ever played Doom. Basically, the premise is "what if the character you play is real" except they weren't aware of their consciousness 2 seconds ago, still adhere to video game logic except they're irl now but in the game's version of irl, and now they get to have a crisis. It's like the opposite of those fics that make poorly planned canon believable. There's rules, just strange rules, and now the 2 sets of rules get to fight. What I try for the Doom Player's thoughts is a lot of inconsistency. Their thoughts are in both 3rd person and in first, and a lot of sentences overlap and become mixed together

(The pain the pain the pain it's everywhere everything's ending they're dying they're all dying at once) (I’m one I’m whole feel quiet do more think think don’t move don’t alert what happened a bug maybe weird bug never happened WHO before AM I remember lots I want to go back no intermission why not it’s a bug but why how did it happen it was normal this isn’t how am I thinking WHO AM I thinking can think but never as one though I remember so much never like this bugs head so full too much think help ing don’t move okay WHO AM I feel weird can feel taking damage I think full health never felt pain WHO bug AM I can think) (Deep in the code deep out of the code there is no code why can I breath think WHO AM I ing I can't think think breathe think what is thinking so scared what is scared not breathing?)

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

There are 2 types of funnies in my writing. Intentional and "HELP"

Ghost Clive. I wanna redo this fic but make it better because I actually really like the concept of the Iron Maiden guys hanging out together dead but don't like where the idea came from anymore and am more interested in the concept of Eddie doing a thing. The following may be scrapped because I don't think the way I portrayed Clive is all that great, but I do think it's funny to read

"No!" Clive flinched at the raise in volume, "You're sitting a few meters away from your fucking dead body while your former bandmate—who's been dead for a year!—is talking to you! Are we on tour?!" "Um...probably not." Clive decided with a shake of his head. The other person let out an exasperated sigh, "Good god, Clive. I'm glad you finally noticed." Clive nodded seriously, "Me too."

Ghost Cliff.

"Then- how..?" Jason vaguely gestured his hand at Cliff's ghostly figure, unable to find the proper words to describe what he meant. "No idea, man. Guess this is the afterlife or whatever." Cliff shrugged, "Got to say though, you're the first person who's shown any signs of seeing me." "Wait, really?" Jason's eyebrows raised, surprised, "Just me?" "Yep." "Is that why you're...here now, I'm guessing?" Cliff snorted, "No, that's because I follow random guys to their hotel rooms all the time. It's a hobby of mine." "Ah, that explains it." Jason shook his head, a smile tugging itself onto his face despite the absurdity of the situation.

Frantic Fanfic. The best my writing has ever been.

JOTARO TOOK A MOMENT TO THINK, ADJUSTING THE DUCK EATING HIS HEAD AT ALL TIMES (HIS HAT).

"WOW!" SAID FIRESTAR AS HE ENTERED THE SUSPICIOUS PREMISES OF THE GROCERY STORE. HE WAS DAZZLED BY WALLMART. IT WAS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. H

WALTER THEN WALKED TO HIS KITCHEN, DEEP IN THOUGHT. HOWEVER, AS HE WAS "THINKING", HE SLIPPED ON A PUDDLE OF BLOOD LEFT OVER FROM LAST NIGHT AND FELL. AMNESIA. :(

"SAAAAAAANS!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" HE CRIED IN A FONT THAT WASN'T COMIC SANS, BECAUSE SANS WAS DEAD.

I've written more in this ask than I did for my writing recently. Ooooops. Thank you for the ask <3

[happyocelot]

Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

Thank you, sweet anon. 🥰

I don't have any WIPs at the moment, but these are the five fics I am most proud of:

The End of Winter

This is my angsty NH Hanahaki AU. I had another NH Hanahaki AU but it's a cute and fluffy thing, so I decided to go for super extra pain and suffering in this.

Here are some lines I like from it.

"Naruto-kun...Naruto-kun was straightforward," she protested, eager to defend his honor. Even when he wasn't there. Especially when he wasn't there. "Whenever he spoke, it was from his heart. That was how he showed his regard for others."

***

Laughter bubbled forth from Hinata's throat, like fresh water from a stream, gaining force and vigor, rushing down a cliff.

***

Forever.

That was what happened when the sky met the sea and they spun off into infinity. The horizon, forever and a day away.

***

She caught his crinkling eye.

He caught hers.

And she turned away to hide a smile.

***

But that was a different kind of forever, the kind that she used to anticipate with sweaty palms and racing heart. The kind of forever that seemed like the slow blink of an eye and the warmth of a smile.

***

"There's...there's so much I still have to tell you." The dense mass in her lungs expanded and she fought down a wave of nausea once more. "But...you remember what I said to you that day? That day I faced Pain? That I'm doing this for my own self-satisfaction? You saved me so many times, and I wanted to save you too. But I...I can't tell you e-everything yet, b-because..."

Her Byakugan wasn't activated tonight. The world faded into a watery, crystalline blur.

Foolish, crybaby ninja.

"Because...I'm not satisfied. So please forgive me. Again."

She put her sunflowers into a vase and bowed deeply to the person who'd changed her, inside out, upside down.

"A...anyway...please keep waiting for me."

Frogs croaked somewhere off deep into the night, and Hyuuga Hinata was gone.

***

Hinata could never escape his name and presence, could she? Ever.

[...]But then, he always made her feel brave.

[...]That forever that she used to anticipate with sweaty palms and racing heart. Him and her and a bowl of miso ramen, extra large, with a helping of naruto.

He'd thrown away that forever.

For this.

I'm happy with Chapters 9 and 10 too. The last lines:

She touched the sunflower petal in her pocket, smiled, and wrote a name.

For some reason, this isn't my most popular fic. No, that would be

Let's Switch Up

and/or

Telephone Game

These are the most popular and most reviewed NH I've written.

Oh God, it's been two years and the mood whiplash is so severe. I can't believe that I am the same person who wrote both The End of Winter...and this.

***

Gaara was trying to be a better sibling now. He was.

And if it meant contacting this...Hinata and asking her to donate a harem for his big sister, then...then he would do it.

It was all part of his journey as the Kazekage.

***

"...Hyuuga's harem is old news. You should get out more and read fan magazines like Awesome Assassins from Across the Five Great Nations."

***

"Yeah!" Naruto cracked his knuckles right back. "Kikurage is UGLY. And so are Menma, Nori, Wakame, Tamanegi, Aonegi, Shiraganegi, Takana, Benishoga, Mitsuba, Shijimi, Kamaboko, Wonton, and Yuzukosho! We all know that the BEST is me, Naruto. No other ramen topping can COMPARE. Hinata would agree!"

"What did you say, brat?" snarled one of the bystanders. "Aonegi is an ikemen. He has amazing blonde hair and eyes as blue as the summer sky. He's an orphan with a tragic backstory, and – "

***

...It wasn't like he was obsessed with her concubines or anything and could recite their names by heart because he'd read that Awesome Assassins article over and over.

He just wanted to see her. And tell her that Naruto was better than Menma, Nori, Wakame, Kikurage, Tamanegi, Aonegi, Shiraganegi, Takana, Benishoga, Mitsuba, Shijimi, Kamoboko, Wonton, and Yuzukosho.

And tell her that if she really wanted, he could do Reverse Harem Jutsu.

***

What was I doing? I can't believe I wrote a long story in which the whole world believed that Hinata was carrying on polyandrous relationships with ramen topping guys who sounded exactly like Naruto.

And this time two years ago, I wrote this:

Teuchi had seen a lot during his decades as Konoha's Number One Ramen Chef.

***

Until now. This was the Number One Most Bizarre Incident he'd ever witnessed in his long, long years as the owner of Ichiraku Ramen.

Did those kids really think he wouldn't notice that something funny was happening, just because he wasn't a ninja?

I wrote...a chapter titled..."Why Don't You Wear Bras?"

When I said those were crack AUs...those were crack AUs. I suppose I was far too influenced by "I Am NOT Going Through Puberty Again!" by EvilFuzzy9, the (extremely funny) time travel NaruHina SasuSaku crack fic.

Besides these, I'm particularly happy with

The Moon Sure Is Beautiful Tonight

Facing the Sun

When I Look At You

Heliotropism

Where the Heart Is

When Your Blood Type Is B

Sunny Days

and some others.

Thanks for the question!

[greyskyflowers]

So, I've been reading some hanahaki fics lately and had a thought. What if in One Piece universe hanahaki you get the sea in your lungs instead of earth and flowers?

How would our charcters handle it? Would it effect devil fruit users differently? Do you drown instead of suffocate when it reaches full growth? Can you fix it? Usually you get the roots removed with flowers but how would that work with water?

Possible process

It starts with water. They cough into their elbow and it feels wet. Gross. Except.. when they pull back there's nothing there except some water. They realize their mouth tastes of salt.

The next step is sand. It's terrible. Their mouth is never clean no matter how many times they clean it. There's always sand stuck between teeth and under the tongue. The inside of the mouth is raw and their throat is a mess. All they can taste anymore is salt, iron, and grit.

They find themselves hunched over getting sick more often. Agony creeping up the throat to be spit out in water and seafoam covered bits of coral, driftwood, seaweed, shells, etc. Everything hurts.

Later on, after it's progressed further and while during their daily shoreline cough up, they feel something weird come up. They spit a very small fish out into their hand. It wiggles weakly in the oxygen and they stare at it barely breathing before dropping it in the sink. All of the sand and coral and other bits have stopped the water from draining and the little fish swims happily in the small sea.

Luffy

Luffy doesn't say anything. He spits out the salt water over the deck and ignores the way it makes his lips numb. When he starts coughing up little fish, he drops them in the aquarium when no one is around. He pretends not to see the way Robin notices a few one day and looks at him with devestation in her eyes.

Zoro

Zoro tries to ignore it at first. Swallows the salt water right back down a raw throat and barely flinches. He meditates a lot, tries to filter out the fluttering in his chest that makes him think of small fins and how grinding his teeth makes the sand taste worse.

Sanji

Sanji sits at the kitchen table and stares at the wall. He doesn't know what to do anymore. He can't cook properly if he can't taste and all he can taste anymore is salt and blood. His appetite is gone, which is good since his throat is raw anyway. He puts his head in his hands and wonders how many times the sea will try to kill him.

Ace

Ace is devestated when he starts coughing up salt water. He just got a family. He just started to enjoy who he was becoming and not feel guilt weighing him down. How ironic. He coughs up wet, black ash from his flames trying to burn away the water. Oh god, how is he going to tell Luffy?

Marco

Marco keeps it to himself, familiar with what's happening and the limited treatments available. It won't kill him, the phoenix rolls over his lungs in blue waves that constantly try to soothe the hurricane brewing. It won't kill him, no, but it will still hurt. It will still be something he has to deal with. An eternity of pain waves at him like the sea. Healing has never hurt so much.

Law

Law tries to get it out. Absolutely refuses to die of something else after he beat Amber Lead. He tries to use his powers but the saltwater makes them flicker in and out sometimes, and it ends in blood and open wounds and his crew scrambling around to fix him, to keep his alive. Coral cruches under their feet as they work. They manage to save him and he wakes up already wanting to try it again. He wants it out.

Nami

Nami looks at the water and sand in her hand. She swirls it gently and small bubbles work their way up to the surface. The crew flutters around her nervously, Chopper already digging through books with tears on his cheeks. She looks at the small oasis in her hands but her mind lingers on a desert kingdom instead.

**turns out the feelings are shared, they're just idiots, and everything turns out fine and happy for everyone**

[queers-gambit]

hi there, cherry!

i read tears in the rain (again! no one is surprised) and it got me thinking - will a person who underwent surgery have any marks left on their chest, like scars or stitches? or as a part of the lore, do they magically disappear? i've never read hanahaki disease fics before yours so i am unaware of this just yet..

i just can't stop thinking about how the reader would see it all the time and try their best to remember why they had it but to no avail, while everybody around them probably avoids having to answer their questions truthfully. it hurts, but in a good way (god i love angst so much)

hope you're having a good day, and thank you

i love your stories as much as i love you!

hi, poppet!

solid question - and here's the thing. folklore has a plethora of explanations, so from my research, it's more common that the person who had the surgery doesn't remember the reason they had surgery, and their scars heal crazy fast so they're no longer there.

however, there's a thousand ways to write Hanahaki so there's a possibility that there's scars. and the very idea that baby girl has to look at them everyday but she can't remember? pure pain.

but that's such an interesting idea. like, she sees the scars and gives herself stress headaches trying to remember but she can't. her parents won't answer her, and when she asks her friends, they're swift to change the subjects.

and they're also really supportive of her scars; they might be borderline prouder of them than she. THEY remember why she needed the surgery and the bravery that was required to go through with it - so, they do their best to avoid her questions out of sheer want to protect her.

wanna be hurt more? what if it's Eddie that tells her she had surgery?

hear me out - he avoids her, gives her space, doesn't want to hurt her anymore. and he finds himself at Lover's Lake, in the spot they always hung out in; just smoking and watching the creepily-still lake surface.

he hears someone approaching but doesn't react because he just wants to be alone and prays whoever it is moves on.

but then you're sitting next to him after spotting him and figuring it was okay to approach because you thought you wanted to be alone too, but something in your stomach twists and you'll shyly introducing yourself to the boy you shared History class with, missing the single tear that falls from his eye out of pain. he'll play along and choke back his rest of his tears before you're asking him for a hit of the joint he's smoking.

he'll pin you with a confused look, "you can't smoke."

"why not?"

"you just had surgery, like, 3 months ago."

your head cocks, "you know?"

"course i do."

"well, do you know where the surgery was?"

he'll, again, pin you with a confused look. "what do you mean?"

"well, i can see the scars but i can't remember why i needed surgery."

he nods slowly, so fucking slow it's almost missed. he'll take a long pull of his joint and his eyes will fall to the dark dirt beneath you both; moon casting the only light.

"you had surgery on your lungs."

he takes a long hit to halt the emotion on his tongue.

"what was wrong with them? i can't remember that either, and nobody wants to tell me..."

he'll feel this overwhelming empathy because he figures you deserve to know what happened to you. "you were dying," he'll admit quietly, drawing his knees in and hooking his arms around them. "and you made a really brave decision to have the surgery. it... it saved your life, so, maybe that's why they don't wanna talk about it. it scared them that they'd lose you, so, they don't want you to remember that pain."

"what pain?" your voice is in a whisper.

and he'll finally look at you and the moon's glow will make his eyes shine brightly; you'll clock his tears as they fall, but you're distracted by his words, "the pain i caused you."

i'm hurt again. but i love you, too, poppet!! thank you for sending this in!! 🖤

edit: i'm supposed to be resting but wonky brain now can't let this idea go so guess who's outlining and fleshing out fics!! lowkey might have to incorporate this into a fic 🤔

[belltrigger]

So. I was working on one of the many fic ideas I have when ANOTHER one popped into my head and I started working on that one too (adhd is both a blessing and a curse and I'm tragically uneducated at the moment so I have no other choice but to literally write all my ideas down and work on them as I go) and if you don't mind. I'd like to tempt/tease you with it.

What if Ingo, in an attempt to fight his feelings for Emmet, basically becomes a serial dater? Just constantly dating people left and right, men and women, trying to get over his feelings for his twin to the point that he sorta develops the image/rumor of being a playboy? But Ingo being Ingo, the overly polite sincere and passionate train master that he is, always agrees to date people but makes sure to tell them that he's already in love with someone but that he morally can't love or pursue a relationship with so he's agreeing not exactly because he likes them back but because he's hoping that maybe he'll fall in love with them back and be able to move on and forget or overwrite his love for the other person. It never works of course. His, MANY, exes and anyone who's walked away from dating him after confessing all end up thinking he's in love with someone who's already married and he's too good a person to break them apart. No one even considers he'd be in love with his own twin. And all his failed relationships make Ingo feel worse about loving Emmet. And Emmet is just over here pining over Ingo but staying away because he KNOWS Ingo loves someone already not even thinking for a second his love might be reciprocated. It kills Emmet on the inside see Ingo so heartbroken after each failed relationship.

That's all the teasing I'll give for now. It's obviously gonna be a hurt/comfort with a healthy serving of pining.

I'll go ahead and somewhat introduce myself. I'll be going primairly by "Guilty" since this ship is sort of my guilty pleasure and I'll most likely be posting some other stories and ideas of some more guilty pleassures of mine though for now it'll primairly be Blankshipping stuff. I'm still not sure if I'll make a side blog to interact with the community but I'll probably start at least signing my anon messages. BTW sorry for the borderline spam I've sent with all my ideas and stuff and thanks for responding to them so kindly! The chronic hanahaki, coma Ingo, speech impediment Emmet, and big argument right before Ingo gets YEETED to Hisui annon messages have all been me. I'm also the one who sent the Mr Forgetable song and that OTHER list of songs(which I've been listening to while writing notes and working on the fics) among some other messages I've sent but can't fully remember. I know its a lot of messages you're just really fun to talk to and I genuinely really like to read your ideas! Nice to officially meet you! I hope to actually start posting stuff on Ao3 soon! My name on there is Guilty_StandPoint

-Guilty

Ingo just putting as much of his everything as he can for each of these random people. There is no discernable type that he "falls for" because they are all approaching him. I imagine he struggles to try and cater to what these people might like, even though his initial thought is always "Oh, Emmet would like if I--" Then, he chastises himself because this is not Emmet, this is someone else who wants him, even though he is in love with his twin.

And then! If he can't make any of these people happy, how could he have ever imagined making Emmet happy was possible? Even after all the dating, he still loves his twin, so it didn't even work... And then Emmet, to the side, wondering what he has to offer that none of those people could.

_(:з)∠)_ oof.

And no worries about all the messages! Knowing that it's one anon makes me feel a little better, honestly! There are some that I haven't gotten to with everything else going on, and I was worrying that many people were waiting for my input!

Nice to meet you officially as well, Guilty! You have a ton of amazing ideas and prompts! I can't wait to read all of your stuff!