Hanahaki Disease Meme

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HANAHAKI DISEASE

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient coughs up flowers or flower petals. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to somehow wipe away all one’s memories of their beloved person. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.

1. Post your character with name, canon, and ship preferences in subject line. Also include whether you'd prefer your character to be the one suffering from the disease or not.
2. Tag other people.
3. Pain.
4. If you need help choosing specific flowers, this flower meaning chart might be a good starting point.

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[ghostfromthemachine]

[ is pesticide better or worse than what's basically floral phlegm ]

That someone might as well be me. ...Isn't it depressing?

[goatsongs]

[Ango also left the dead bugs on his floor. Worse.]

Dying is depressing.

-I went to the temples. There's nothing they can do to help.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ there's a loud crack as she accidentally snaps the broomstick where she was holding it

...staring at the pieces for a moment and then letting. out. a slow. breath. ]

...

I'm still going to look for other answers. And there's no reason for things to be more depressing than they have to be.

[goatsongs]

Don't bother. Lovesickness is depressing no matter what you do about my floor.

[...And she'll ruin more broomsticks that way.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

... lovesickness.

[goatsongs]

...I thought you knew.

[Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

I was going to go to the library after I finished here— you're serious.

[goatsongs]

I wish I wasn't.

[Basically any other cause for this disease would be easier to deal with. But it just had to be love.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ COVERS HER FACE

she can't actually handle this. give her a moment. ]

[goatsongs]

Go ahead, laugh. It's funny. You should laugh.

[Despite it being the reason he's dying, it's still funny, in a black comedy sense.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ quietly, a little flat ]

It isn't funny at all.

[ she loves black comedy, honestly, but she's too much of a romantic to take any solace in it this time around. ]

[goatsongs]

That's too bad. Somebody should be enjoying this.

[He isn't. What good is falling in love if it isn't returned?]

[ghostfromthemachine]

Why? In particular, why should I?

[goatsongs]

Because it's funnier if you're not the one dying. And you of all people ought to get something out of it.

[He shouldn't say even that much, he knows. But he's just so tired of all of this.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ gives him a look like he's making no sense and pads over to the bed, using the broken bottom half of the broom to clear enough of a spot she can plop herself down next to it ]

The only thing I'm getting out of this is that I need to stop getting attached to people—

Hell. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

[goatsongs]

[Kaiko, he's sorry, but he has to laugh at that. That is really, genuinely hilarious, even though how hard he's laughing sends him into a coughing fit.

When he's recovered enough to speak-]

If you were more attached to me, we wouldn't be in this situation to start with.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ amazing. someone actually has a sense of dark, self-deprecating humor worse than Kaiko's. ]

... what in hell is that supposed to mean?

[goatsongs]

[It's pretty much the only kind of humor he can summon up these days.]

Lovesickness means I have to be in love with somebody who doesn't love me back, right?

Who else could it possibly be?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ it says something about the mindset she's in and how badly she's slipping that her first thought after that begins to sinks in is that this was all actually some sort of cruel joke. that it seems at all more likely that he would fuck with her like that than ever possibly fall in love with something like her.

it hurts, fighting that conviction. it always hurts, but in this case— wouldn't it be so much easier if it were true? if she weren't something that could be loved, and this weren't— ]



...this is my fault?

[ ...she flinches almost as soon as the words are out. it's more complicated than that and she knows it, but... in some ways, blaming herself is easier, too. ]

[goatsongs]

No.

[Of course it's easy to see it that way - Chuuya might read it that way, too, if their roles were switched.

But they aren't, and so the word is snapped out instantly.]

It's not your fault. You aren't obligated to anything just because some asshole got a crush on you. It's nothing you could have stopped.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ rubbing at her face. scratchy-voiced and small: ]

I... know, I just— don't call yourself an asshole.

[goatsongs]

It's not wrong.

[He bullies people who don't bully him and aren't either cinnamon rolls or so messed up that he can't bring himself to mess with them more.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

... don't call yourself "just some" asshole.

[ it's not wrong. ]

[goatsongs]

Does it even matter what I call myself? I'm not going to do it for much longer.

[Since, you know, he's going to die soon.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

It matters to me. But that's... more than a little selfish, isn't it?

[ it's starting to sink in past the numb shock and the automatic denial. not enough that she can really wrap her head around it all the way, not enough that she can face it head on, but— enough that she can start looking at the way he's been behaving in a new light, and at her own actions.

she's known that a good chunk of her motives in trying to do something for him were in fact no more than a selfish attempt to comfort herself. had accepted that, even; that's just the kind of person she's become, and she'd come to terms with that a while back. but it's starting to dawn on her that her clumsy attempts to be some kind of help have likely just been rubbing his face in the fact that his feelings weren't quite requited—

and love left hanging is painful enough even when the heartache isn't fatally literal. ]

...Chuuya. Am I making things worse by being here?