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hi you gyus i decided to make a little uh whats it called a preview of an upcoming fic with like some blomst shit caus i had writers block and i was like "omg what if i made a ranpoe hanahaki" and so i did some research..... and.. boom, blomst ranpoe came to be lmaooo (ALSO PLS LOOK INTO BLOMST THAT SHIT IS SO COOL ITS LIKE HANAHAKI BUT NOT AT THE SAME TIME.)
anyways preview time!!!!!
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poe had sure as hellfire heard of the hanahaki disease. not just heard, he had researched the disease til there was nothing left to research of it.
he knew what it was, he knew all the symptons to it. the flowers grew in the lungs, thriving off the enviorment, and it was caused by unrequited love, or something of the sort. the only cures, were to either confess your feelings, and have two options proceed. either you get rejected and possibly die, or you get accepted and live, with the flowers fading away to whoever-knows-where.
the other cure, was to have surgery to get the flowers removed, and forever forget your feelings for your loved one, aka, the one who had causes the disease to blossom. and then, the other option was to just, die.
but whatever was happening to him was completely different. staring into the mirror, poe was looking directly at the little bud of a flower, a bud that looked fascinatingly like a foxglove bud. growing on his face, right below his eye.
“what..?” poe muttered, reaching a hand over to the bud, tracing a ghost over the tracks of a crack underneath his eye. he suspected that it had blossomed overnight, while he slept, because blood had slightly caked along the cracks in his skin near the flower.
“quite the convienient spot, so do i say.” he chuckled nervously, letting down his bangs, hiding the flower bud and contemplating cutting off the flower and bandaging himself up to let it heal. he’d have to do.. unfortunatly, extensive research on this part of the hanahaki disease.
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alright. it was, really, really stupid of him to let the flower just hang there. the “flower cracks”, (as poe liked to call them) burned like actual hell, and it was so itchy. plus, he already had too many close calls with the other guild members, and the ada members.
especially ranpo.