6 for Edgelord Supreme? ^_^ Maybe Razz is suffering with it because he’s stubborn and doesn’t want to confess to having feelings for Edge?

pentollsinwriter:

6. Hanahaki – Edgelord Supreme

He knew it was coming the moment his soul erratically
started buzzing. He quickly put the leftover dirty bowls in his sink, turning
around and walking out of the kitchen.

“Leaving so soon?” Edge asked, currently cleaning the
counter after cooking dinner.

“I do believe you can take care of the rest without
fucking it up. I have more important things to take care of right now.” His
non-existent throat felt like it was irritated, making him take every breath
harder, fighting with his urges. He was careful not to show any of this on the
outside as Edge nodded at him, but there was a glint of suspicion in his gaze.

Razz went up the stairs, ignoring how his brother
looked at him, while and Red and Comic next to him on the couch continued
talking, not noticing anything. He got to his room and he had just enough time
to close the door behind him before he started coughing.

It felt thorns were stabbing at the back of his
mandible and he just couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest acting like it was
tightening. He dropped to his knees, grabbing his own neck as petals fell from
his mouth. His mouth was filled with the materialized pieces, making him
constantly choke on them until every one of those were out.

By the time it was over, his hands were on the ground
too, shaking, as the pain dissolved in his body, leaving a strange soreness
behind. He stood up as quickly as he could, frustratingly wiping away the tears
that dwelled up in his eyesockets. He looked down at the dozens of petals,
starting to pick them up with a disgusted glare.

Striped, yellow and red carnations… The universe was
definitely playing a joke on him. The fact that he even knew what they meant
was because of Blue, who became interested in plants and wouldn’t shut up about
them. The colours were mocking him as he threw every piece in his bin. He would
burn them later, when everyone went away.

There was a faint popping sound and Razz turned
around, seeing Slim standing in front of his door, a look of concern written on
his face.

“M’lord…”

“I’m fine.” The younger replied before stepping next
to the other. He tried to reach for the doorknob but his brother caught his
arm.

“Sans.”

He resisted the impulse to flinch at hearing his real
name. He sighed, not looking up at the other’s face.

“Not while they are here.”

Slim observed his face, as if searching for something,
before he nodded and let the other go, teleporting away. Razz gave himself a
moment to get his emotions under control, then exited from his room.

As he went down the stairs, he watched as Edge set the
table, listening to Red’s awful puns with faked annoyance, his posture calm.
Razz put his hand over his mouth and coughed a little, capturing the one petal
that fell out of his mouth. He immediately scrunched it, putting it in his
pocket as he entered into the kitchen.

Carnation meaning in general – Fascination

Striped Carnations – Regret, Refusal

Dark Red Carnations – Deep Love 

Yellow Carnations – Disappointment, Dejection

(prompt is from here. Still taking requests!)

Oh man, you’re just reminding me how much I need to explore this concept. The way you portrayed it here was gorgeous. I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you so much, Pentoll!

askellie:

tyranttortoise:

observing-silhouette:

Thanks to the sweet anon who suggested UF paps! Tried a bit more of a symbolic approach to the hanahaki disease with Edge, with the flowers from @tyranttortoise once again. Also, fun fact, when a snapdragon dries up the seed pod looks like a tiny skull.

My gods, this is gorgeous.  I’ve stared at this for so long, and everything about it from the colors, to the pose, to the sheer emotion in it is nothing short of amazing.

I also like the thought behind the flower noose.  I feel like the flower–and the feelings it represents–are suffocating.  And it’s a different kind of suffocating than what Stretch experienced when he couldn’t stop retching up flowers.  

Stretch’s flowers were like… his feelings that he wanted to keep hidden, for the good of the human and his bro–but they kept coming to the surface and simultaneously burrowing deeper within him.  

While Edge here… is being strangled by his own feelings because of his own inaction.  And the more he refuses to address them, to pretend they’re not there and things are fine remaining the same, the tighter the flower noose becomes.  

I love this. ❤

I would love to see more authors and artists taking advantage of Hanahaki disease. This is an intensely emotional piece, and I love the implications behind it.