Hanahaki Disease - Blog Posts

Here is redraw of a something I did in 2021 yay! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*

2024 redraw

2021 original

A concept in my head that been rolling around a lot:

Hanahaki, but instead of it being triggered by unrequited love, it's triggered because all the love you have for a person turns inwards because you're too afraid to show it.

So it kills you, not because someone doesn't love you back, but because you don't let it out and all that love you have stored, that could grow into something beautiful, turns on you and turns your insides beautiful.

Love is growth, and without any place for it to grow outside, it grows in. If you confess, reciprocated or not, the disease goes away because it's no longer trapped. It gives self-destruction a new meaning.

"Their love will cured or they will ended up coughing more flowers"

P.S : wakko warner is not included in AU thing, he's still fell in love on food.

Sick kids.. 0w0

MORE FLORIST GIHUN CUZ I HAVE A PROBLEM‼️‼️‼️

Currently at a family gathering where I know no one and am too tired to socially interact. I really love florist Gihun from @hyenabrained fic and I had to draw more of him(if u couldn’t tell Gihun is my fav Squid game character) anyways, go check out their fic “caught up in a rush(it’s killing you)” which is a 457 flower shop and hanahaki disease au :)

FLORIST GIHUN‼️‼️‼️

I started reading this inhun fic a while ago that’s a florist and hanahaki disease au and I’m so excited for the way the story is progressing(poor Inho thinking he’s got allergies 😔) so I just HAD to make fanart. Might make one for Inho too if I get motivated enough lol @hyenabrained UR FIC IS SO COOL DUDE I LOVE IT AHHHHHHDFYIUYDDSGHBHUG

What if Hanahaki Disease AU. Brian has it but covers it up so well Dexter doesn't find out until he gets close to Brian's body to undo the plastic wrap and notices the petals coming out of Brian's throat right where he slashed it.

I am a SUCKER for hanahaki disease. I gotta spend more time writing man. I also wanna draw Leon throwing up flowers

forget-me-nots snippet | leon k.

genre(s): angst, romance, modern au warning(s): hanahaki disease trope, unrequited feelings, self-loathing, stream of consciousness, language music inspo: adieu - emily bindiger

It was cute, really—how he thought he was getting away with sneaking glances at a certain former femme fatale.

Like his jaw wasn’t already well-acquainted with the floor whenever a familiar shock of scarlet stained the scene.

She—being one Ada Wong—had sashayed past your table with her lips painted rouge. Carried the scent of jasmine and danger with her, placing a nimble hand on Leon’s shoulder. Coupled it with a well-placed wink and a “See you later, handsome,” crooned in that seductive voice that never failed to derail him—never failed to sink your heart into the deepest reaches of your stomach. 

You wanted to hate her. Honestly, you did. But you couldn’t find it within yourself since she’d reformed and joined the agency. Turned her back on the life of debauchery in favor of something straighter-edged.

And it didn’t help that Ada was…surprisingly kind. Resourceful. Charismatic. Professional. And Leon speaking life into her name like the enchanted soul he was, swayed you further away from your road of disdain when it came to her.

The hearts haloing his head were palpable.

You could touch them if you wanted. Reach out and flick those cartoonish little things, and Leon’s eyes swirled with them, stained all shades of lovey-dovey. The sight of his longing made you hide a snicker behind your hand, and your heart burn cold.

Leon’s attention snapped to you. All traces of that puppylike infatuation were replaced by mild amusement. Over the sultry croon of the songstress onstage, beneath the sepia glow of the chandelier overhead, his brow quirked with a question.

“What’s so funny?” 

The bass of his voice rattled your bones. Enamored you. Always did, drawing your elbows onto the table and your chin atop folded hands. Something in your chest pulsed and pinched, but you masked the throb of it with a teasing smirk.

With a deep sigh pushing through your nostrils, you searched the stratosphere of Leon’s eyes. Admired his features as he maneuvered himself to mirror you on the table. A habit you’d both acquired through your years as partners. Anyone passing would mistake you both for being two pining fools. Though, they wouldn’t be too far off in their assumption.

“Nothin’. Just wish someone would look at me like that.” Despite the tease your voice carried, sadness sank between the vowels and consonants.

Really, you did want him to look at you like that. But you knew you’d never hold a place in Leon’s heart. Not like she did. Could never imagine Leon shuffling around those feelings to make room for someone as plain as you.

Leon blinked a few times. A subtle shade of peach dusted his cheeks. He broke eye contact, taking to fiddling with a wrinkle on the tablecloth as a subdued smile rounded his lips.

Shy was something foreign for your partner. Manly, precise, and goofy were not. He was always so sure of himself. Purposeful in every word, and every action, with a terrible pun or two sprinkled in to break up the monotony of the moment.

So imagine your surprise when Leon Scott-fucking-Kennedy sat amid the liveliness of the ballroom, tucking his bashfulness into the collar of his dress shirt like a boy caught rifling through the cookie jar.

The notion of someone else making butterflies swarm in Leon’s stomach made your chest grow tighter. And a pressure akin to thorns sank into the column of your throat, grazing downward until your trachea grew raw and your chest pulsed again with liquid fire.

It would never be you, would it? Could never be you, right?

“Dunno what you’re on about,” Leon chuckled, anxiety residing in the depths of his voice. This avoidance: he wore it well. Still couldn’t look your way because he’d been caught red-handed, making googly eyes at the woman who haunted his dreams and tarnished yours.

You felt something hot drop into the pit of your belly. Felt your face twitch with the threat of a grimace, yet you brushed it off as quickly as it came.

“Oh, come on. You so wanna bone her right now.”

Leon huffed. Your eyes were trained on how his forearm muscles flexed beneath the polyester of his tux as he reached around the centerpiece for the bottle of Chardonnay. Dragged it from your side, settling it before him with a definitive clunk.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, little lady. I’m cuttin’ you off.”

It was hard to miss the humored glint of his eye. How he bowed forward in an easy slouch with his fingers laced together, relaxed because he was in the company of his partner. His friend. Nothing more. Never anything more. Your stomach gnarled and lurched, but you tamped it down like you did everything else.

Scoff. “I don’t think you’ve had enough, Mr. Kennedy,” you said, snatching the bottle back to top off your champagne flute. Lost count of how many glasses you had. Anything would suffice to drown out the cacophony of your thoughts. To muddle the sound of vines twisting together and—

Leon leaned back against his chair, dusting off the lapel of his jacket. “Tryna cut back.”

Your brow twitched. Surprising because Leon could throw back a bottle of whiskey like it were water.

“Oh? Would a certain vixen in red have something to do with that?”

He snorted, looking off to the side. “Ada? Nah, she’s…she’s cool.”

Art for DeathPuss Week Day 3: Hanahaki.

It goes with my drabble Flowers From Your Ashes, which I wrote for the same prompt. Let's just say that Death has... conflicting feelings for Puss in Boots, and leave it at that.

Flowers From Your Ashes

A good day to die, and a fine time for gardening.

Wasn’t it convenient that Death used sickles for work?

To add insult to injury, the cat died by fire this time. The flowers in the wolf’s lungs withered like all the sunlight and water had just vanished from the world. They were dry when Death spat them out and cut their stems. Orange and red gladioli, like the previous six times.

Death knew Puss in Boots would revive, and so would the cut blooms in Death’s lungs.

Another three lives for the cat to waste.

Until the last harvest.

“Gentle Touches”

🌼

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Fun fact about me is that one of my favorite fanfiction tropes is Hanahaki disease- For those of you who don’t know what that is, ‘Hanahaki’ translates to ‘flower-spitting’. It’s caused by unrequited love. A flowering plant will begin to grow in the victim’s lungs, and they cough up flowers as the plant slowly grows. The only cure is to confess, and if they don’t, or if they get rejected? The victim will succumb to the hanahaki. The time frame the person has between the start of the plant’s growth and death depends on the AU.

Overall it all just very much reminds me of Basil but I haven’t been able to find many fanfictions or fanarts with hanahaki Basil, though I may just be looking in the wrong places TvT

Hanahaki disease

I like lineart a lot so here you go

Some ramblings under the cut

I love gore but in a cute way like… yes HANAHAKI DISEASE!!!!! And since I was a child I kinda liked something bad happening to favourite characters like Bradley, because it’s like „Nooo, baby. I wanna see how are you getting out of that”. Also I like drawing bodily fluids :^)

I bet Bradly would be scared to death while Max is „Not again”. I wanted to draw them together, but idk Max looks ugly idk if I should continue drawing him.

Egotober Day 1 - Flower

I’m kinda mad at myself for making a picture of Chase being in pain but I thought of the ego’s and flowers and Hanahaki Disease came to mind :(

Link to Prompt List: https://huffletrax.tumblr.com/post/187762399143/egotober-2019-heyo-peeps-i-havent-seen-an

toxic old man yaoi seems to have spawned some of us from the dead. so i thought i'd kick the gravestone >:3c

i also never got to posting the art i made way back when this was an actual art/cosplay trend so this is my way of making up for it and feeding the inner teenager, enjoy