Hanahaki Disease victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings or when the victim dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings for their love also disappear/memories as well.
But because im a snzfucker, instead of coughing i made it sneezing! also being allergic to your love interest favorite flower is such a great concept and i wanted to explore it more!!!
And because May @waterfallofspace is a amazing person & a gem and I care about them-- I made this whole idea for G/eto and G/o/jo sooooo enjoy this 16/17 min wav!! yes i HC ge/t/o favorite flowers are sunflowers idk why i went with it- also sorry if the ending is very rushed im bad at ending things haha.
time frame: over 18+ of course but idk somewhere before he turned evil ahah you pick the timeframe
cw: sneezing,coughing, sniffling,play teasing,there are some quite parts so i aplogize for that i hope you can hear everything! Walking around sounds, playful fighting, speaking in there own head (reverb effect), slow burn, love confession, mentions of surgy and medical stuff, mentions of dying/death.some kissing sound effects at the end, probably other stuff but yeah.
please no re-blogging to non-kink blogs
18+
minors fuck off
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Pppsst @bear-cubs-art-things @plushii-gutz
* holds out * May I present this offering to help you complete the bi flag coloured bowgarts?
We've had nervous guy and confident girl so imo the logical next step is ungendered gremlin
Also I don't have a name for them yet so suggestions are welcome
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was doodling this and im trying to get more ideas but uhhh for rn im just dumping these over here (i didnt had refs right next to me so i tried to do the designs correctly sorry if there are messups)
this is breadpino for the bread wall (tower) au aka @nomorething1 au
he a silly lookin guy..
electricity mans aka pierrot for the pizza tower spice'd au by @radiopixelctive
THIS GUY IS NEAT. this is pizza tower lovesick au and it belongs to @fluffygiraffe
AND GUESS WHAT I MADE SILLY DESIGNS FOR THE AUS
breaddddddddddddddddddddd
spice'ddddddd
anndddd
lovesick
not finished with the other doodles but im done with this so have this- electric bubbles
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Unforeseen
finally works on a prompt
this kinda turned more into a bit of a ventfic...ish?
but warning for child death mention
one word prompt
35. Unforeseen
He saw his death coming. Perhaps this was what made him lucky on his last few days of living: to allow himself the preparation for the death to come…or maybe there was more to it than that.
Ion was a kind kid. And a self-aware one. He knew of the people’s views on the Sunchildren — knew that they would not take kindly to him. He knew of the Jibashiri’s reluctance towards him after facing the failures of Risutaiosu and then Surepio after, and it all weighed upon him.
He must have wondered: what could I do better for my people? What could I do that the other Sunchildren failed to do? It was a feat too much for a child like him, but he took it all the same in a way that a child would.
Ion was a skilled fortuneteller, or he claimed to be before his people, and people had their doubts at first — the same way they had doubted Surepio’s capabilities of tending to their wounds.
But Ion insisted, and he’d tell their fortunes, staring into the scry glass he had, waiting and waiting until it felt like time had frozen over him — that was when you knew that their fate had been revealed to him. And he’d take a few seconds more before a smile pushed its way across his face, and he’d gaze at the person and tell them, “There is good fortune ahead of you.”
Ion would say more than just that: he’d sprinkle in how it’d come to them, what to do to curry the fortune all the more, and what to avoid, and at the end of it, he would give the person a handcrafted sigil, made the night prior in his quarters.
People did like good fortunes. People enjoyed hearing good things for themselves, and therefore, they would become piqued by his fortunes. More and more people would come, and more and more fortunes would be told, and Ion would not reject any one person from a good fortune.
Perhaps we should have suspected it sooner, but we had never seen the people so happy when they interacted with the Sunchild. And so the fortunes stayed, and the sigils with them.
But soon enough, fate would bring these fortunes to light — the false fortunes to light, and in the face of these misfortunes, he would become a victim of his own making.
Ion was — that was how he could predict his own death. Whatever he had truly seen in the scry glass, it must not have been good for anyone if he had chosen to lie for their sake — not wanting to tell of their doom or the tragedy that would play out.
Our leader was a liar, but Ion was a kind kid.
The Solar Rite came, and his people couldn’t wait for the start of a new reign. The son returned to his father, and his people built a grave to honor Ion no Mikoto's name.
I wonder: Was he loved in the end?
He couldn’t be worse than those children of the past, gifting things instead of destroying them, giving hope instead of crushing it.
The rejections of these sigils he gifted say otherwise. The anger these adults would unleash against their leader — a child, no less — would say otherwise. They build this shrine to Ion no Mikoto, at the edge of Byakuyakoku, and lay the remnant of their former leader with it like they wash their hands of any relation to him.
But when he offered them these sigils and dreams of a bright future, there was love in the eyes of people — something that no other Sunchild would ever face. When people came to visit, seeking out more fortunetelling and he gave them happier things to hope for, there was love there. Despite the results of his short-acting kindness — despite the cruelty of his final days — wouldn’t these joyful moments be considered love?
Was he loved in the end? No, but I like to think he was, even for a brief moment. And maybe in future generations to come, the brevity of this love will echo in time, and they will see these rejections as gifts to a leader they had once adored.
That is all I could hope for for Ion.
I place my own sigil beside his grave.
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