since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

[irrigo]

(harmless) hanahaki meme

hanahaki (literally "vomiting flowers") is a fictional illness that began in japanese literature. most commonly, it happens in the case of unrequited love; flowers bloom in a person's lungs and their love suffocates them until it is either requited or they die. that's pretty angsty. instead, consider a world where hanahaki is a normalised inconvenience and it's never hurt anyone. flowers grow in your chest from the cultivation of love — for your friends, your family, your dog. and it's a feeling that wants to be known, so maybe you can't help spilling petals sometimes when you laugh, or sigh, or shout at someone. everyone knows what it means and it's something to be celebrated. you love. maybe you don't want to, though. maybe you chew on the petals and swallow them back, so that no one knows the feelings you're carrying around in your heart. but maybe that's not going to work forever, and sooner or later, you're going to cough those feelings up.

the short version ① hanahaki means your characters cough up flowers. plain and simple. ② it's caused by unspoken love, in any form, platonic or romantic; whether the love is requited has nothing to do with it. ③ the disease is not harmful in any way, and it's no more annoying than a persistent cough; it's treated as more symbolic magic realism here than concerned with the real life implications of coughing up flowers. ④ it's "cured" when a person expresses their love, whether the feeling is requited or not. ⑤ so basically, you can rp any everyday scenario... but now your character might have to deal with the minor nuisance of hacking up petals around the people they love. and those people are going to know what that means.

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[stilettoes]

[ the hands cupping his face are enough to drop peter's jaw a little, the touch tender enough that it makes him press inside of him and hold desperately onto that moment of mid-thrust, reveling in the fever they've made between their bodies. his breath comes in soft gasps, leaning in to take juno's mouth with his own in a kiss that's more breath than contact. ]

Oh, Juno...

[ soothing, low, warm. peter can feel the heat building almost painfully, but teetering on that edge is perfection and something peter lets out a soft cry for because he's in love and it makes his chest swell painfully at the thought. another kiss, a touch of his nose to the faint scar on the bridge of juno's a warm smile that's giddy with sensation. the words are a whisper as he brings hands up to rest atop juno's knuckles. ]

You've had me... you have me...

[ soft, sweet, breathless and full of petals as his hips roll forward encouragingly, a soft push down a steep slope to embrace a rush before it gets too far from the both of them. he takes juno's hands now and slides them into his own, pinning his arms up over his head and driving forward in a sweeping motion. ]