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Hanahaki disease is a psychosomatic illness. It's a thing that your body does in response to stress over constantly repressing/concealing your feelings in settings with high background magic. It's like you've been ignoring pain for a long time and suddenly your vision starts going dark, because your affected body is just YANKING on random alerts trying to get you to PAY ATTENTION there is a PROBLEM. Yes the flowers do really exist. So do non-magical psychosomatic symptoms. The flowers aren't special.
This does of course open up the trope to options for non-romantic concealed feelings. Which I think is great. There is something viscerally satisfying about the person who seems so outwardly chipper coughing and hacking and spitting up Depression Flowers so now everyone has to know they're hurting. Isn't there?
Hanahaki, but it's a child that feels neglected by their parents.
Hanahaki, but it's someone whose friends have started ghosting them.
Hanahaki, someone's wife is cheating on them.
Hanahaki, the disease that gives you three options: confront your feelings, destroy the love you hold for someone or perish choking on roses.
Imagine this for transness
Hanahaki but it’s your body desperately needing you to love and care for it while your mind is trapped in the body that doesn’t fit, that’s wrong as it destroys you from the inside out the longer you aren’t able to get help to make your body feel like you
child assassin whose main birthday present/celebration is being "finally old enough for" their first kill. they knew it was coming (though they tried not to be presumptuous), and they tossed and turned with a pit in their stomach the night before. but everyone's nervous before a big milestone, right? once Whumper is there, so proud and excited for them, it's easier to be properly excited and grateful too.
i think it's compelling if this isn't an overtly evil and harsh 100% of the time whump setting (though i do love a pedal to the floor evil scenario). i'm stuck on the thought of Whumpee getting, like. cake. a genuine celebration with their caregivers (whumpers). presents, but clearly things tailored towards their assassin role; weaponry and associated equipment, exercise gear, etc. presents for the person Whumpee is expected to be. and of course, "getting to" kill someone, framed as an honour and in fact a treat.
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PSA for my writer friends and fellow medical whumpers and sickfic enjoyers: you don't have to injure your character badly to fuck them up.
Two weeks ago I fell off a horse (or rather, fot thrown off with force) and slammed into the arena wall with my back and right shoulder. What looked very dramatic at first and had me struggling to breathe for a hot minute including a ride in the ambulance to the ER ended up "only" being bad bruising. No broken bones, no internal bleeding. Just a bruised shoulder, ribs, and back.
I was released home the same day after my x-rays came back clear with pain meds.
And let me tell you, I was almost incapacitated by "just" bruises. I barely managed to get around by myself at home. Could barely stand for more than a few minutes bc my back hurt so much. Had to force myself to breathe properly. Had shit lying around on the ground for days bc I couldn't bend down to pick it up.
Getting out of bed in the morning still hurts. Imagine sitting on the toilet and thinking "fuck how am I gonna clean myself up".
It's been two weeks and I'm now finally starting to feel somewhat normal again. I expect to feel some pain for at least two more weeks.
So, uh, if your character gets knocked down good, like, in a fight, they can be totally helpless even without any serious injuries.
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BIG fan of when a character’s dialogue is a massive understatement on how they’re doing. They’re too out-of-it or in too much pain to actually communicate it coherently, so they end up saying the most general obvious statement of all time and worry everyone more.
Sky-high, obvious fever and all they can say is “I don’t think I feel good.” Extremely painful, apparent injury and what they say is just “it hurts.” No specifics—they can’t think clearly enough for that.
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black whumpees. black whumpees who were raised in a lab/living weapon facility/something to that effect and never had anyone teach them how to take care of their hair and always just had it roughly untangled with no regard for their pain meeting caretaker (also black) who knows how to do wonderful cornrows in whimsical patterns and softly comb their hair with more gentleness than they've ever known before. black whumpees with a creepy whumper who thinks their eyes—dark as the night, just as deep, just as starry, just as infinite—are the most beautiful thing on the world. black pet whumpee with a godawful no-good whumper who forces them to speak "proper" (= standard english or their setting's equivalent, whumper's definition of unproper being AAVE/ebonics) and who finally finds a safe space to let go and speak normally during recovery. black whumpee who got their hair forcefully cut/shaved in captivity getting to wear bright, beautiful extensions and braids to try and make up for what was lost, now that they have the freedom to. black whumpee snatched up and raised in captivity and isolated from their culture being tended to by a community who helps them reconnect with the lost time, good food making them tear up with nostalgia longing for a time they barely remember existed.
black whumpees in all shades of skin from bronze terracota to the deepest mahogany & with all kinds of hair from a curly cloud of sheep's wool to a fluffy, looser kind of curls & black whumpees in all shapes & sizes & all kinds of gender and sexuality or lack thereof & as robots and fairies and angels and vampires from all kinds of backgrounds & with all kinds of trauma. yes please.

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this may just be me going into overanalysis mode but i feel like the choreography of spellcasting can tell you so much about a magic user. a snap of the fingers, for example, implies confidence, even arrogance, while hands thrust out and straining to the fingertips suggests desperation, throwing one's whole body into the spell as though hoping the physical effort will make a difference. rapid, jerky body language tells you that a spellcaster is passionate and reckless, while graceful, fluid movements demonstrate calm and concentration. some magic users may choose to stomp their feet or clap their hands when casting, channeling power through percussive motion, whilst others may see magic as a tool separate from the self, and focus it through objects like a wand or staff. a new spellcaster just coming into their power may be tentative and slow, but a practiced study of magic will be able to rely on muscle memory to guide them.
I love all the possibilities. There can be tiny differences like the way two spellcasters will make the same motion with a wand, but the one with all the schooling will have it pointed with perfect form, while the one who learned on the fly is yelling incantations from the moment their arm started to move.
There can be cultural differences, like the social importance given to which focusing crystal someone chooses -- a type of gemstone that's rare and valuable in one land, but commonplace in another; a specific faceted shape that matches the architecture back home, versus something unaltered straight from the ground because it would insult the gods to change it.
Personal flair, like the choice between a broomstick or a flying carpet or a vacuum cleaner or a Roomba.
And the motions that these spellcasters use when operating all of this can tell us volumes.
“I wish I was more powerful, like you guys. Even casting fireball takes it right out of me some days.”
“Hey, none of that. You're a valued member of the team, no matter what your power level.”
“I just don't understand how you can tear open that portal to the fire dimension so easily.”
“… fire dimension?”
“Yeah. Where the fire lives. Before you summon it. For fireballs.”
“Dude. We've been creating explosions by igniting flammable gases in the air. What the fuck have you been doing?”
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rose tinted glasses but one thing i miss abt fandom circa 2010-2015 was that we loved internalised homophobia. people seem generally less interested in internalised homophobia as an insidious force which manifests in behaviour that’s dark and cruel and frightening and selfish. in the 2020’s it’s more of like a nameable character flaw which does not touch anyone outside the character affected by it and functions in fictional more like a sanitised internal monologue and is easily solvable. which is not really how this sort of bigotry functions -it’s not a personal failing as such more a living organism which can manifest in interpersonal relationships in odd and confusing ways.
characters do kind of have to think and act in ways which are both motivated by and facilitate shame in order for that exploration to have any meat. and sometimes that means acting in ways that are understandably but not justifiably cruel to both themselves and others, even people they love.
shame is such an interesting and complex motivator but in order to feel shame you have to engage in thoughts and behaviours that are, well, shameful.
More fictional characters should have strange and upsetting changes/transformations to their bodies or loss of control over their magic/powers, that they importantly either don't understand or refuse to acknowledge
I just really like when characters find their own bodies or capabilities to be frustrating and confusing, and doing things against their will/that they don't understand
This could probably make good metaphors/allegories for either puberty or disability depending how to play it. It's also just straight up spectacular whump

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The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
kneeling and pet-style dehumanisation happening to a dangerous whumpee who could super easily physically overpower whumper is soooo special to me. the implications. the level of physical and/or psychological violence and power that must have been leveraged to get this degree of submission, from them...
it's fascinatinggg like you've either won their complete loyalty or you're somehow forcing their hand. and it begs the question HOW??? What Did You Do...