Introducing the prompts for R3 of Hanahaki for Hanami!
We're back again this year with more vomit-inducing angst and pining. Check out our prompts and guidelines below, and be ready to post come April 1st! 💮
💮PROMPTS:💮
Week One: Zinnia (Thoughts of Absent Friends, Lasting Affection)
Week Two: Honeysuckle (Bonds of Love)
Week Three: Arborvitae (Unchanging Friendship)
Week Four: Marigold (Grief, Jealousy)
Use as many or as few prompts as you like. All original or fanworks accepted as long as they are hanahaki-themed.
💢The use of generative-AI, art theft, and plagiarism will not be tolerated.💢
Post to Bluesky, Tumblr, AO3 or Squidgeworld and use the tag #hanahaki4hanami or #h4h and tag the account to share! And check out the full event details!
Event Information
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It was rare, but sometimes, a person could get hanahaki for the dead.
Of course, for that, you needed to not have hanahaki before.
It started after White Lily left his coronation with nothing more than a soft goodbye. Soft green leaves tickled his throat, leaving the lingering taste of grass on his tongue. Pure Vanilla was glad he knew his diseases- otherwise, he might have panicked and let someone know.
Nobody could know. Let alone White Lily.
Hanahaki was the disease where your silent feelings literally manifested to the point that you could no longer swallow them back. They were commonly associated with romance, but he knew his feelings were not related to that. Those feelings had been released so long ago.
The feelings that his hanahaki fed off were based on his friendship with White Lily.
He wanted nothing than to be her best friend again. He wanted to know her, understand her, once again. But they had been led onto different paths, choosing different directions at a crossroad. Their paths might meet up, like the lace-like structure of the arborvitae leaves he coughed up, but never quite.
There were three methods of getting rid of hanahaki. The most common methods were either surgery, removing both the plants and your feelings, or confessing your feelings, no longer swallowing them back.
The least common method was getting over your feelings. You stayed silent, but you processed, you thought, and you let them go.
He could never let go. He could never get rid of his feelings. He could never confess the full truth and burden White Lily.
So, the hanahaki stayed.
His lungs burned and his body ached, but his soul jam helped him. He was content to stay like this, even as Healer.
And then-
He stared at his sink.
Jam stained the white. Among the red were purple and yellow petals. He reached out and plucked it up.
AO3: Otaku_girl | Fics only blog: @otaku_girl_fics | ATJ: Aaron Taylor Johnson masterlist | Main: Otaku-girl-ao3 masterlist
Summary: Ilya thumped sharply at his breastbone again, coughs wracking his body, the impact jarring him. Bleary eyes cracked open as his coughing subsided, giving way to the sound of retching, followed by a dull wet splat hitting tiled floors. Resignation and shame and embarrassment rose in Ilya's chest, as the familiar magenta and red petals stared back at him damingly.
At least it is not honeysuckle anymore.
Or: A hanahaki AU no one asked for~ 🌸
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(Bloom) Unspoken
He pressed a closed fist to his chest, rubbing, brow drawing down into a deeper scowl. He hadn’t taken any particularly hard hits, certainly nothing that should linger. All things considered, he should be feeling no more than the usual aches left behind from muscles well used; the dull, comforting burn of victory.
Ilya coughed, the tightness in his chest only seeming to grow. His throat felt scratchy, almost as if something was tickling at the back of it. He grimaced, reaching for his water bottle, downing half in a handful of steady gulps. The feeling remained. A weary sort of resignation settled about him as he tried to clear his throat again. The pain shifted, his throat fluttering around the intrusion.
“Yebat'!” Ilya hissed, fist pounding on his chest once more.
Steam began to drift out into the locker room. Someone had left the door open again.The steady beat of a dozen showerheads raining down filled the room, dulling his teammates’ distant shouting and excited chatter into something harder to focus on – something less important than the sensations building in his chest.
Ilya thumped sharply at his breastbone again, coughs wracking his body, the impact jarring him. He bent double as they dragged on and on. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, streaming down his cheeks with each new hitched, hacking cough, his body rebelling against the intrusion his mind refused to acknowledge.
Seconds stretched into minutes.
His chest felt heavy, his throat raw. Bleary eyes cracked open as his coughing subsided, giving way to the sound of retching, followed by a dull wet splat hitting tiled floors. Resignation and shame and embarrassment rose in Ilya's chest, as the familiar magenta and red petals stared back at him damingly.
At least it is not honeysuckle anymore.
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⸝⸝ X4X; NONHUMAN & HUMAN - image ids in alt id & under cut
our take on some x4x flags! in order: h4h, nh4nh, h4nh, nh4h
a label for x who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships with x. this can be shorted to x4x.
non-symbol flags can be found under the cut.
flags by both !
(alt id ; four flags with interlinked heart symbols in the middle. three of the four flags have part of the alterhuman symbol incorporated into them. the flags have five stripes. the top left flag is a red-to-yellow gradient, the top right flag is a blue-to-green gradient, the bottom left flag is a yellow-to-purple gradient, and the bottom right flag is a purple-to-yellow gradient.)
h4nh - a label for humans who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships with nonhumans
nh4h - a label for nonhumans who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships with humans
nh4nh - a label for nonhumans who prefer, prioritize or have exclusive relationships with other nonhumans. this can be shortened to nh4nh
h4h - a label for humans who prefer, prioritize or have exclusive relationships with other humans. this can be shortened to nh4nh
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write
Pairings or Characters: Dean/Castiel
Category: Angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild Language
Title: Damned If You Do
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for @hanahaki4hanami over on Tumblr. Week 4: Marigold (Grief, Jealousy)
It began as a tickle. Then quickly became worse.
Castiel hunched over the kitchen sink, staring at the white, blood-spattered petals in his trembling hand.
“You okay, Cas?” Dean glanced up from the table. “Sounds like you’re coughing up a lung.”
Only flowers, Cas thought, but aloud he said, “I’m fine, Dean.”
“Grab some cough drops out of the medicine cabinet. You sound like shit.”
Cas knew what this was – both the cause and cure. He could end it with one sentence. One confession. His true happiness.
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