˚｡⋆˚⋆ ˚｡⋆˚⋆ ˚｡ 「 ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ & ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴀɪʀ ~ ᴅᴛᴀᴇ 」 ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚⋆ ˚｡⋆˚⋆ ˚｡⋆ ╰┈➤ ˗ˏˋ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ´ˎ˗ ㅤㅤClick the sprite or press space to advance. ╰┈➤ ˗ˏˋ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ´ˎ˗ ㅤㅤhhhh I started working on these like a month ago and finally finished it- but here's my entry :DD ㅤㅤ1. A headshot, the first peice I created for this ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcharacter. I'm really happy with this! ㅤㅤ2. Esme before she caught the disease. The ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbackground is from Google. ㅤㅤ3. Another peice I did. ㅤㅤ4. Same as above but in greyscale. ㅤㅤ5. And finally, a refrence sheet :D ㅤㅤOkay, next is the backstory. Be forewarned, it's really ㅤㅤlong, but hopefully worth the read (^^;) I LOVE writing ㅤㅤbackstories, but I don't think romance is really my ㅤㅤㅤthing. It's kinda cliché, but I still like it :) I'm also really ㅤㅤproud of Esme's name lol, since it means "loved" so ㅤㅤit's very ironic. ╰┈➤ ˗ˏˋ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ´ˎ˗ ㅤㅤㅤName: Esme ㅤㅤㅤPronouns: She/her ㅤㅤㅤAge: 19-ish ㅤㅤㅤSpecies: Human ㅤㅤㅤLikes: Tea, birds (especially swans), picnics ㅤㅤㅤDislikes: Flowers (she used to like them, but ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤobviously in her condition it’s a bitter reminder), ㅤㅤㅤㅤdoctors, couples ㅤㅤㅤ~ ㅤㅤㅤ[!! CONTENT WARNING !! Hey. So, this character ㅤㅤㅤis based off of the Hanahaki Disease, a fictional ㅤㅤㅤㅤdisease in which when one’s love is unrequited, ㅤㅤㅤㅤthey start coughing up flowers and growing flowers ㅤㅤㅤin their lungs. So, this backstory has some ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmentions of pain and suffocation, as well as being ㅤㅤㅤunloved. Please be safe <33] ㅤㅤㅤEsme was a beautiful girl born into a family with a ㅤㅤㅤlot of money. Growing up with that privilege was ㅤㅤㅤㅤperhaps not for the best — she did not turn out ㅤㅤㅤㅤhorrible, but maybe if she hadn’t felt so entitled, ㅤㅤㅤㅤshe wouldn’t have caught this horrible, horrible ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdisease. ㅤㅤㅤEsme spent most of her teen years in a lavish ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmansion. There was a lack of interesting things to ㅤㅤㅤdo, so she occupied herself by daydreaming. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPlenty of suitors came by, hoping to marry the ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤbeautiful Esme — and get a share of her money. ㅤㅤㅤㅤShe didn't care much for the greedy suitors, but ㅤㅤㅤㅤone day, somebody caught her eye. ㅤㅤㅤShe found herself constantly daydreaming about ㅤㅤㅤㅤthat boy. She couldn’t ever get close to him but in ㅤㅤㅤher mind. Watching him train to be a guard through ㅤㅤㅤher windowsill, she sighed and became lost in her ㅤㅤㅤfantasies. ㅤㅤㅤFinally, one day, walking through a garden, Esme ㅤㅤㅤgot her chance. They locked eyes, and from that ㅤㅤㅤㅤday, both were smitten. They visited each other ㅤㅤㅤㅤmore and more, and eventually, developed a ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤspecial relationship. ㅤㅤㅤA year or so later, Esme and the boy knew they ㅤㅤㅤㅤwere in love. They even thought about betrothal. ㅤㅤㅤㅤEsme was happy, she wanted to live the rest of her ㅤㅤㅤdays like this. ㅤㅤㅤLittle did she know that the boy she loved was a ㅤㅤㅤㅤliar. Perhaps he loved her in the beginning, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤperhaps he didn’t. But like the suitors Esme hated, ㅤㅤㅤhe was simple in it for the money. ㅤㅤㅤOne day, looking for him, Esme came across her ㅤㅤㅤㅤlover talking to someone else. Who, she couldn’t ㅤㅤㅤㅤtell. But what she overheard made her burst into ㅤㅤㅤㅤtears. She ran away, unable to process that she ㅤㅤㅤㅤwas not really loved. ㅤㅤㅤThe next couple of weeks, Esme locked herself in ㅤㅤㅤher room, refusing to see anyone. She stewed in ㅤㅤㅤㅤher anguish, and developed bitter, angry feelings ㅤㅤㅤfor the boy she once loved. At one point, Esme ㅤㅤㅤㅤcaught what she thought was just a bad cough. ㅤㅤㅤBut as time passed, those coughs came with rose ㅤㅤㅤpetals. And then whole roses. Coughing was a ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpain, with the thorns slicing her throat with each ㅤㅤㅤㅤrasp. Roses started flowering from her skin, and ㅤㅤㅤㅤtiny, delicate cracks bloomed beneath them. Esme ㅤㅤㅤoften felt as if she couldn’t breath, the roses ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcrowding her lungs and heart. ㅤㅤㅤIt was clear she had contracted the Hanahaki ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdisease. Her parents begged her to let them find a ㅤㅤㅤcure. They believed if the flowers were removed, ㅤㅤㅤㅤshe’d be alright. But Esme refused. Though she ㅤㅤㅤㅤclaimed that she hated that boy with a passion, ㅤㅤㅤㅤsome small part of her heart still loved him, and ㅤㅤㅤㅤshe couldn’t fight that. ㅤㅤㅤSo, Esme sits in her room, day and night, coughing ㅤㅤㅤup petals and daydreaming about a life where she ㅤㅤㅤhad never met that boy. ╰┈➤ ˗ˏˋ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ´ˎ˗ ㅤㅤ♥ for the character design ㅤㅤ♥ Me for the art, made on Ibis Paint X ㅤㅤ♥ Thumbnail made on Canva, fonts from FontSpace ㅤㅤㅤused ㅤㅤ♥ One of the backgrounds is from Google
