#hanakarii

[alienigena-pansexual]

#hanako icons #hanako x yashiro #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #yashiro hanako kun #tbhk hanako #hanako kun anime #hanakarii #nene x hanako #toilet bound gon kun #shoujo

[strifemade]

@hanakarii​​ - ♥

       ❝Beginning to think I SHOULDN’T ‘ve asked.❞

#hanakarii #⌜ VERSE ??? ⌟ #hope you're okay with something small ! #it's nice to meet you ♥

[starblood]

                  ❝ you know what would be really fun? getting to fly. i don’t mean on like -- like a mount or something. but flying outright. ❞ she’s a little tipsy.

                  | @hanakarii​

#hanakarii

[legendoftheghost]

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

Angsty Character Questions: || @hanakarii || accepting

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

Heightened emotions, for Jin Sakai, becomes exceedingly uncomfortable, embarrassing, a sign of low emotional intelligence, a sign of weakness even. When the emotional center of his brain was created, just think of it as being encased in steel and lined with razor wire. Then, just in case one of those pesky emotions slipped through, his tear ducts were covered in impenetrable material. Because Jin Sakai gets so accustomed to being a fortress of strength that he often neglects or outright denies himself the innate need to sometimes just let it all out. 

While periodic release of these pent-up emotions may have a positive effect on his own health and general wellness as stress relief, Jin Sakai does find the act of crying as a sign of weakness, and he will strenuously try to hold back tears as much as possible. Knowing that emotions generally have a logical reason behind them; usually something happened that causing him to feel a certain way — whether he is immediately aware of it or not. Jin would attempt to find the cause; which could take ample amount of time and practice, but once he does, he will attempt to deal with his emotions by a long session of meditation, and taking nature walks. 

What’s stopping him from crying when he feels sadness? When he has experienced feelings of deep sadness, he always finds himself asking, “Is this an appropriate time for me to express that?” There is absolutely no way that Jin will be expressing his emotions in public, as the Ghost; it would be inappropriate and result in embarrassment for the former samurai. He would possibly acknowledge that there are times when it is not only okay but normal and healthy, but he would most likely suppress his emotions as much as he could, lest he lets them all out in private. 

He generally is not the type to dwell on their emotions, and will often bottle them up for a long time. He does not feel comfortable with crying or any overt expression of emotions in this way. He will often attempt to hold their sadness in for a long time, until he finally boils over. Jin Sakai will cry because he has gone far too long without allowing himself to pay attention to his own emotions, and finally he forces his way out through his tear ducts. 

He will often attempt to keep his emotions to himself, and will not want it to happen in front of another person. In some cases though, if someone he cares about has hurt him deeply, he most likely and simply couldn’t hold it in any longer. He also may be extremely honest with how he feels, but it would most often likely look as if he is speaking of not his own emotions, but looking through it in a third-person perspective. Even in his candor honesty, Jin will be mostly guarded with the visceral, raw truths of his emotions. 

#▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || the storm of clan sakai (headcanon) #▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || the legend of the ghost (iii) #jin sakai #ghost of tsushima #(got sidetracked a bit there but he will pretty much NEVER cry in front of people) #hanakarii

[moralhymn]

"So, I'm curious what is the deal with your hat? Does it carry all your secrets?"

              ❝ it helps to keep the rain off of my head. besides -- i look stylish. ❞

#hanakarii #lmfao good luck sayuri--

[sasorikigai]

"Will you stay awake with me?" { For Hanzo! }

Insomnia starters || @hanakarii || accepting 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Torrential rivers of his thoughts bear witness to the fact that the sea of his recovery maybe far, but never quite inaccessible. Hanzo Hasashi is often in his head too much; becoming quiet, introspective, and cerebral. A question of morality arises, as every time he reflects back on his actions in the Netherrealm. He is afraid to decide who he had been as an undead wraith; was he a good being who has done much too many abhorred, vicious things, or simply a bad specter who cannot concede to the fact that he was to become the villain of his own life with such a dishonorable death. 

Often, he would struggle against the fulminating inferno of twisting flames, rising up to engulf him in the wraith aspect; even having an outward appearance of a resurrected mortal, with rebuilt Shirai Ryu exhibiting such ferocity and tenacity, as tight-knitted cooperation propelled their rapid growth, Hanzo Hasashi still found himself struggling with the solidified reality of it all, as his corporeality too, had still been stuck as the phantom of his wretched past, with incessant cacophonous screams of tormented echoing, as mounted guilt and remorse persisted to fuel such bitter, vengeful reflection as his hellfire scorched. 

As a wraith, he was haunted by such rare instances where he would be given enough peace for introspection, as his grief-ravaged and muddled mind pulled himself away from vicious tendrils of wrathful ire and erupting conflagrations of vengeance. Once, the future did not weigh on Scorpion’s mind; undead and burning too hot even to be properly tortured in the deepest depth of Netherrealm, he only knows of the life he had let lost in his absence, specifically that of Harumi and Satoshi, and unknown fate of his daughter, Koharu’s. Proper freedom means rest, warrior-philosophical achievement, the intellectual fulfillment of his being, and yet, such singular, raw viscerality of the now accepted fate, that Hanzo Hasashi will forever live on as the aspect of fiery wrath and righteous justice

As his cerebral thinking nerves would scorch in a flash of burning light as he tormented and self-flagellated himself for his humiliating shortcoming. That was worse than the sheer scorching heat of hellfire itself, as he found himself amidst the ravaged desolate land of his clan, neglected and covered with thick greenery and barest evidences of rubble and sanguine squelch after centuries. How he would be consumed in agonizing pain, as his body, inside and out, would feel as if boiling lava swelled up the entirety as he gasped for air against the cold, cracked earth. As he draws visceral parallel of his past and the present where he willingly shows the most damaged parts of his soul to the Warrior of Light, and yet - how Hanzo Hasashi still shines like gold, as the joined strings of his kintsugi heart steadily and strongly beats under her palm. 

“Whatever burdens your subconscious, I have single-handedly experienced it myself. Promise yourself to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Even when I feel like I am emitting plumes of sulfurous smoke from my grimacing lips, as deep, cloying obsidian black would sting my eyes and scorch my throat... I always have thought only of the best. The best version of myself I could ever be. I will continue to work only for the best, and expect only the best,” even when the pain is so great, and even when Hanzo Hasashi recovered just enough to push himself up on trembling hands, with the sight of his home - once beautiful, now rendered to naught - rob him of his remaining strength, he is no longer weak as a newborn, as he will forget the mistake of the past and press onto the greater achievements of the future. “I will always accompany you on the journey of your recovery. We will work together, for our souls always know what to do to heal themselves. The challenge will be to silence the mind.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv) #(mortal kombat 2021) #(relationships; sayuri) #hanakarii

[ancalagxn]

🤝

Send 🤝 to hold my muse’s hand

“Hmmm?” Looking down at the other as his hand was held, blinking since this was far from weird as Ancalagon shrugged his shoulders. “Are you alright? Everything okay?”

#hanakarii

[battleshot]

➤ ➤ ➤  𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒊                                      𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓?     Probably that he     𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭.     Ah well!     Another lesson learned he supposed.     Was it his fault that he caught sight of a bird looking much like a Chocobo?     Naturally  ,   he needed to take a snap  ,   and who could blame him?     He    𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝     on getting as much out of this trip as he could  ,   a whole album of memories to say the least.

Unfavorable is it  ,   however  ,   that to     𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲     of being unable to find said creature  ,   Prompto now found himself   …   𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥.     To add to this  ,   no signal.     He sure did get himself into a spot of trouble  ,   or did trouble seek him?     A noise     𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜      in near distance  ,   and     𝐍𝐎𝐓     a humane  ,   friendly one.     Allowing camera equipment to hang loose around his neck  ,   quick to summon     𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓.     Arm raised  ,   cautious  ,   edging around the corner to face whatever foe stood in the way of a group reunion.              ❝     𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗼  ,   𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲  ,   𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲     𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮     .. 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲.      ❞

#hanakarii #[ i kinda went along with what we plotted !! #let me know if you want anything changing ? ]

[keikakudori]

ʘ‿ʘ perhaps!

#hanakarii #sayuri no this is a bAD IDEA

[starsunderer]

@hanakarii | starter

The sound of music stirs the primal from slumber.

Hydaelyn has always favored song. She was never sure if this was intentional, or perhaps a lingering trait of Her Heart that survived the summoning. Regardless, She was drawn to it when Her thoughts wandered. One could even say it was a "hobby", if summoned gods could even have such things.

She's delighted to sense the song resonating from one of Her Chosen. She establishes a link in order to hear better. For a few bars, She simply listens.

And then, She hums along to the melody.

#hanakarii

[legendoftheghost]

Every bloom that takes place is cause for celebrations, where the streets were once barren now are full of people. All of them wishing to partake in the festivities, the rare sighting to see that of the Geisha who smiles && charms with ease. Yet, it is here in seclusion does she find time to exhale, somewhere far from the public eye. Her heart stops beating if only momentarily, only for her to exhale in relief. "I thought you were one of my peers" beckoning him to come closer, warmth cascades over her moonlit features. "There is excitement come the turning of seasons, are you not one for festivities?" she laughs so sweet && melodious. Her shoulders leaning back as ease cascades around her, "I am happy to see you once more, Jin, especially on such a wonderous occasion" though she does not move Sayuri's figure remains close. "Will you join me this evening? Nothing would bring me more joy than to have your company"

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @hanakarii || always accepting! 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || Death sits in the corner of Jin Sakai’s gaze; a swollen shadow that hovers above the floor, leaning its cold weight against an edge and the walls weep. The room tasting of sour copper and corroded iron and he cannot sleep. If his eyes were to open, if there had been a mistake and there is one more breath to break this silence, and he is not here to hear it, what if all those perished before him asks for his absent being? The glacier winters he holds deep in his calcified, hardened heart, along with the spreading sanguine forever tucks into his horo as he lay motionless, the moribund tapestry of sure death sinking upon his pallid countenance. And for so long, he would lay alone on the bedroll; half-bare like late spring, eyes closed and heatwave of his suffering writhed in the valley of his spine. With humid breath, a summer wind over rippling planes of his visible ribs, as his fingertips graze on grassy hills, and every lightning strike from his stormy mouth, alighting his skin like hot spell. Jin Sakai reduced nothing more than tingling flesh and racing heart beneath the trembling throes of attentiveness and oblivion. 

The world as of ephemeral light of the candlelights threatened to be extinguished as the symphony of luminescence overwhelmed the senses in burning strokes of feverous inferno. Yet, beneath the waning moon and a frail blanket and a savior whom he had to part in bittersweet farewell, once dying, pulverized world of Tsushima rebirthed to become the mainland, and with a new version of reality and stallion-mind aspirations leading him towards Jin Sakai’s well-deserved reinvention, even in the unending rush of trials and tribulations, he had grown to accept and appreciate exquisitely beautiful moments in time that seemingly come into his live out of nowhere. In this cruel, vicious world where Jin Sakai’s privilege and right had been endangered from his youth, to be wanted into extinction and to be desired into oblivion, the fugitive of the Shogunate continued to inevitably transgress, forging himself in self-destruction, in order to relearn old habits and build his shinobi clan of Sakai. 

Jin Sakai would grow in solitude; a flower only allowed to look at the Sun through the window. It’s no wonder that he yearns to look to the lights. For there is nothing more important than sunshine. In his loneliness, he has cultivated it. His inner brightness would beam out - along the walls, stars shining down at him. He does not stare at the ghoul in the mirror long enough; it is his inner demon that seeks to scorch him into the inevitable darkness, the charcoal soot that would smear multitudes over his heart and soul, until he breathed flesh-burning smoke. How he would flinch so violently at the deep introspection of his thoughts, daring to disturb the plethora of sakura petals falling from grace, as if his blood had been blistering his veins as his transported gaze will plunge him deep in the throes of his melancholia. How the endless silence of the finite life he used to have threatens to caress him into oblivion. Perhaps it would be such a beautiful mercy to be forgotten, as he disintegrate into the universe as he becomes nothing and weightless. 

As a familiar feature gradually stirs him away from the deep trance, Jin Sakai’s beating heart throbs, both in lingering excruciating pain and a radiance of burning star. With utmost curiosity as his eyes become shimmering bright, the gentle, scarred feature of his visage nodding in delight. “The jovial festivities were driven away from my world at such a young age, that I seem to forget that the happiness of my life entirely depends upon the quality of my thoughts,” perhaps it was misfortune or a series of melodramatic tragedies that encased him in a rotted box full of darkness, but Jin Sakai would never let himself lost in his proverbial terror, as he plunges towards an endless fall. For he would always learn from yesterday, live for today, and hope for tomorrow. A tenderhearted reflection of his own gentle smile mirrors that of the Geisha’s, as once tiresome, static-filled mind races with zephyr noise and sharpened coherence. “Unanticipated meetings are the best, and how it brings such unfathomable warmth in my heart and soul - for they become a little more free from the weighing down emotions of fear and grief.” 

Perhaps this was his overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help him make it from one day to the next, as his doggone exhaustion saturates, yet brightens simultaneously the scintillation of his brightened gaze. “It would entirely depend on what kind of plans you have in store, I’m afraid -” Jin jests, with his inquisitorial polished stone of his hardened gaze visibly softening, lowering his vigilance and guard. Hope, manifests itself as the giver of life, and in Jin Sakai’s eventful life, the ensured surge will always catapult him to work himself harder, even in a world ripe with judgment and pain. “Although, I have no question in mind that our reciprocated company will satiate both our hearts and soul.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || 

#▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || will death redeem us (IC) #▬▬ι═══════ﺤ || the legend of the ghost (iii) #(relationships; sayuri) #hanakarii

[moralhymn]

smash or pass + drautos

               ❝ oh, most certainly a smash. i’ve encouraged him into smashing more than once. he does get so worked up and i do love it when he gets aggressive with me. there is a certain pleasure in seeing him get all ... firm with me as he pleases. it is certainly something that i’ll never be disagreeable to where he’s concerned. ❞

#hanakarii #ask tag;

[sasorikigai]

@hanakarii gets Satoshi Hasashi. 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Power can be total, yet - in spite of that, remain purely external as a threat. Satoshi experienced this in his long travels. He was just liable and vulnerable to die once again, and over and over again, lest such harbored power of his hellfire could be manifested as brute, naked force. He could only acknowledge and come to admission that his own hellfire is an elucidation from how his pristine ideology is implemented. But none when it comes to its effects on its opponents. The air remains overripe with the petrichor of post-rain splendor; he remains consistently surrounded by the saccharine perfume of the sakura scattering about in the steady zephyr. Satosho holds his hand up to the light that sieves through his fingers; pink and gold rushing and penetrating bone-deep. 

Here in the balmy, sugary afternoon, it is just him and the other female warrior alone in his limited, hollowed world. Bruised knees like soft bruised plums and sunstroke cheeks reconstructing as blush as the young, underdeveloped warrior continues still, overexerting himself beyond exhaustion. Beneath the summer citrus, the flaming chained kunai whips like striking serpents, depositing its venom through vicious fangs. 

After all, it was his father’s legacy, transferred in the Nether, deep in the fire and brimstone of everburning, unquenchable inferno. This is both his revelation and paralysis; shackling him in unbreakable mandibles as he loosens each and every chain. He wants to live on his own, without the greatest Shirai Ryu warrior - his deceased father - for he simply cannot relax. 

Satoshi’s mind is like a brook; always running, always seeking, always murmuring. For he was born with an arrow in his heart, and it is painful to pull it and it is painful to leave it. “What would you do,” his abrupt inquiry sharpens his gaze, his raw sensitivity, along with his taut apprehension painting clearly on his visage. “No death or a slow and certain escape could revive my entirety returning to the physical world. And I find myself sinking into the inescapable quagmire of impasse.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ life severed in swelling writhe of veins (satoshi) #(iii) unbearable hollowness in his fragile heart #(in this verse he has similar pyromancy as Hanzo does) #(but it's much less blossomed) #hanakarii

[hercbled-moved]

Even for someone who was to accustomed && at home on the battlefield, weapon in hand, Zack couldn't ignore the atrocities of war. Just because he had certain skills didn't mean he always enjoyed what they meant.  ❝    Do you think the Inquisition can really make a difference ? With the war I mean.   ❞

@hanakarii​  LIKED ZACK’S SC.

#hanakarii #[IC.] — LIKE THE SUN HE WILL KEEP ON BURNING #VERSE; DRAGON AGE AU — Stand your ground. The dawn will come. #[QUEUE.] — ZACK’S NOT HERE RIGHT NOW LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE BEEP

[iamtheswarm]

      ↳ @hanakarii​ ❤‘d for a one-liner starter!

      “ i heard you’ve got a contract for me? usually i’m not a picky boy, but i got my eye on this high fashion sweater for the kid and you know how it is. ” ---says the man who is anything but hurting for eddies.

#« go fly your kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree » (v). akker; interactions × #.v & sayuri #.v & sayuri 1 #hanakarii

[ancsthctist-archived]

reijiro texting sayuri: im grabbing sushi do u want me to grab u something

sayuri: sends a giant string of emojis

reijiro:

reijiro: i dont know what this means

reijiro: i dont know what any of this means

#reijiro staring at his phone crying #YAKUZA // . -- 私の血は私が見るすべてです #hanakarii #LAUGHS