flower pillar.

𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳   𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭   𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 [ ... ]   𝑰   𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻   𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾   𝒀𝑶𝑼   𝑻𝑶   𝑪𝑹𝒀

[hanakokyu]

I’ll be moving kanae to my multi (in the process of revamping) for the time being. like this if you’d like me to follow when it’s set up.

[hanakokyu]

I’ll be moving kanae to my multi (in the process of revamping) for the time being. like this if you’d like me to follow when it’s set up.

[hanakokyu]

I’ll be moving kanae to my multi (in the process of revamping) for the time being. like this if you’d like me to follow when it’s set up.

[hanakokyu]

I’ll be moving kanae to my multi (in the process of revamping) for the time being. like this if you’d like me to follow when it’s set up.

[hanakokyu]

hi all 👋

i’ll be leaving tumblr for the foreseeable future. my want to be here is nonexistent and life is busy. i do, however, write on discord! feel free to reach out to me at maybevic. mwah mwah.

[hanakokyu]

hi all 👋

i’ll be leaving tumblr for the foreseeable future. my want to be here is nonexistent and life is busy. i do, however, write on discord! feel free to reach out to me at maybevic. mwah mwah.

[riphearted-deactivated20250617]

in light of some thinking. school, work and tumblr is too much for me. im struggling to even want to return, honestly. all my blogs are on hiatus until the end of my semester when i can reassess how i feel about coming back. i’ll be writing on discord, feel free to add me @ maybevic.

[hanakokyu]

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜ / ohhh...what if one demon girl to another

❝ nothing is ever silent. perhaps you're just not listening close enough.   ❞ forest alight with the sounds of life and the lack of it: strewn, decomposing bodies in comparison to the unending chirping of the crickets and the slithering worms that eat off bone. THE SOUNDS OF NATURE INHIBIT ALL IN THIS TWISTED FOREST. expansive wings spread behind the demon's back, bug like eyes lightless and trained solely on the young girl. [ claw like fingernail to the ground in a stiff point, the earth damp with recent rain, a light covering of flowering weeds that needed snuffed out. ] antenna atop head shift with the breeze, always standing at attention, always surveying their surroundings. there weren't many foolish enough to wander into the butterfly demon's forest. their bodies lay eaten into the grass as testament.

❝ press your ear into the dirt, and you can hear the fungi telling each other stories of their days. the tree roots sing the same songs they've been singing for centuries. the decaying flower petals hum in time with the earth's rotation. and, sometimes, you can even hear the footsteps of stupid humans.   ❞

[hanakokyu]

👕 - kanao tugs at her sleeve

attention stollen with a single movement, tug at fabric that has gaze shifting from garden's roots to a small clasped hand. KANAO HOLDS OUT A SMALL HANDHELD SHOVEL AND KANAE SMILES. a free hand coming to ruffle through sleep messed hair.

❝ thanks for bringing me my shovel! say, why don't i teach you some of this? you can help shinobu take care of the garden while i'm away!   ❞

[hanakokyu]

🤙Bump into my muse / he has no idea where he is im sorry

the clattering of metal against stone ground. kanae can hardly hear it over top of shinobu's angry swearing and stomping. the smallest things seemed to set her off since the addition of their newest butterfly estate member. SHE PLUCKS THEM FROM COBBLESTONE AS QUICK AS THEY'D FALLEN, SOUND WHERE THEY LAY TUCKED INTO THE CROOK OF HER ELBOW. a silent look is more than enough to silence a younger sister, anger temporary quelled, though the younger will stand still at elder's side huffing and puffing away regardless. [ she wasn't even the one who'd gotten knocked into, and the flower hashira finds it endearing how protective the other had become in recent years. ] smile is friendly and easeful as always, kind eyes that crinkle at the corners.

❝ that's alright — nothing's damaged. are you alright, though? you seem a bit lost, perhaps.   ❞

[hanakokyu]

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

lets make it worse with kokushibo :) //

a silent spring at midnight, moon's reflection on the surface of pristine, still and transparent water. A BREAK IN NIGHTS WORK, FLOWER HASHIRA TAKING A MOMENT TO WASH OUT CUTS AND KNICKS. suddenly a deer in headlights, stuck between the option to fight or flee or freeze. hair raises on end with the sensation of being watched, but kanae struggles to find anything outwardly malicious in the wooded forest behind her. [ sword is drawn, spill of springs silenced by metal scraping against leather holder, before the clearing is filled with the trickle of a small waterfall that's formed over rock's edge. ] metal catches moonlight as she turns, cascades of black hair curling around the stretch of her waist, curious gaze narrowed to the tree line.

❝ i've had no expectation of privacy since i joined the corps. step out into the moonlight. ❞

[quozacheese]

need more kanae

[hanakokyu]

inbox is opened again now that i've gotten some asks queued. feel free to send in stuff. nothing i reblog expires.

[miraculpa]

"According to documentation of the locals' complaints, it's been particularly bad for the past two weeks...we're on the outer edges, and in between two towns, so we didn't hear from too many people."

He supposes it would be more or less one place to the side of him, now. That's not his concern (if no one reaches out, he can't help them, and usually slightly too far for their comfort), but it isn't convenient, nor does it make him happy.

He keeps his eye trained on the door instead of on Kanae -- he's never been particularly good with consistent eye contact, always gazing to the side of others despite his seemingly self-assured posturing.

"There weren't many people from the lakeside with any reason to come this way. It doesn't seem to have spread to the other side, to the village past the woods, as of yet...but, that's exactly why your presence is both vital, and deeply appreciated, at this moment."

There's a mild interruption as the door opens, a young woman in a vibrant red kimono wheeling a wooden meal cart with plates and silverware into the room -- silent as usual, but that's how Beniko is (reassuring, at the very least, for Shiroshi: she's existed in his life for as long as he could remember).

"If you'd like, Beniko can fetch the notes I'd taken. She's better with the organization of this place than I am."

[hanakokyu]

❝ i'm shocked it's only been this bad for two weeks. all other documentation the corps has provided shows there's been a demon in this area for at least three months, now.   ❞ a sneaky one, at that, that knows all too well that the cover of winter's cold is better than anything else. there were few brave enough to trek up the side of a barren, frost covered mountain. DEMON SLAYER CORPS MEMBERS ALIKE. their job was dangerous enough as it was, but nature finds ways to make it even more so. [ it's why she's here, and not someone of a lower rank: if a hashira can't take care of it, no one can. ] at least that was the logic they followed, why her socks are soaked through with melted snow, why goosebumps line her arms in these thin uniforms and haoris. ❝ you're sure it's only been two weeks? no other strange weather events, perhaps not as dramatic as this?   ❞

the clatter of ceramic on a rolling cart and the high pitched squeak of wheels that could use a coat of grease. IT REMINDS HER OF HOME, OF THE ENDLESS SQUEALS OF MEDICAL TRAYS RUNNING UP AND DOWN THEIR HALLWAYS. it's an awkward kind of silence that sits familiar in her chest, like the kind kanao or shinobu exude into the room when they've nothing left to say, watching their sister blabber on. [ kanae's always got something to say, and it's rare she holds her tongue. ] a clearing of her throat she aids with a sip of steaming tea before the cup is set back into wood once more. ❝ any notes you have will be helpful. any at all.   ❞

[kasumies]

" something of a local. " this is not the place she has grown up, but it is the place that is kind enough to fill her pockets [ envy breaks open the calm cavern of her heart : if she were more like mechamaru, she'd be able to take missions that really made some money . . . instead, she is left as the watcher of the night, fighting whatever petty trouble stumbles into her path ]. " it's quite a busy place to just stumble into. what's brought you here? i suppose it must be the sights, like everyone else. we get so many tourists at this time of year. "

[hanakokyu]

❝   i suppose you could say work.   ❞ busy streets much different than the quiet hillsides she frequents: the world here is loud, echoes of life down every dumpster lined alleyway. IT MAKES HER MISS THE CREATED CHAOS OF THE BUTTERFLY ESTATE. her sisters, love them as much as she did, sure did have a track record of chaos. [ she had just managed to get two of her newest housed to stop bickering, the halls growing quiet, a growing unease in her. ] a hum under her breath, in tune with the wind whistling through the treetops, the mechanical buzzing of street lamps. ❝   though, a lot of it is for my own curiosities.   ❞

[kaminarikokyu]

@hanakokyu / x

" my time with you has been splendid, the best day of my life! 'cause i got in a fight and i didn't die! i've never felt strong before! "

[hanakokyu]

❝   i'm glad to hear your confidence is increasing! this must mean you're ready for another round of sparring.   ❞

[bloomfruit]

' i know the feeling. you know....i didn't used to. ' robin's in a reflective mood as she admires the landscape. these moods often found her when she meets someone knew, someone she thought she had a lot in common with. her story was a strange one, and a complicated one, but she knows kanae knows that feeling, too.

' the feeling of people relying on you. to look to you for guidance and strength. for so long... i was alone. my whole life. but then, all of a sudden, i had people who trusted me. and looked to me when they needed comfort, or protection. i know you must feel a heavy burden here, but isn't it also nice, to feel needed ? i didn't know the weight of it could feel so beautiful. ' she tilts her head to look at her friend, smiling.

' though.... i know you're under a lot of pressure. i'm not sure i can relate to that. maybe it's time you found some ways to unwind. isn't there anything on this island that makes you feel at ease ? '

⋆｡°✩ starter call || @hanakokyu

[hanakokyu]

the rolling hills are baked in the golden sun. green as far as the eye can see, rippling in time with the breeze blowing over the horizon. it's golden hour, now: hues of molten warmth all but blinding in their brilliance. IT'S SAFE, HERE IN THIS WELL LIT DIRT PATH THEY FIND THEMSELVES ON. far from the forest's edge where they'd started, no longer shrouded in the darkened shadows and the danger kanae knows to lurk within. [ she wonders of the dangers the older woman she finds in her company has faced, and how they compare to what wanders out upon fated moonrise. ] the horrors in the world are shared, as all things are, in ways she thinks the joys should be as well. the flower hashira holds these joys in the palm of her hand, passing them out to any and everyone she comes across, a walking sun beam in her own rights. but the pressures are cold and deep. ❝   my father used to say some of us are meant to shoulder that burden. like a calling card for one and one alone. i think that's beautiful, too. that kind of devotion to the world around you.   ❞

ease creeps in: she thinks of dirt under her nails, of fine sandy silt between her fingertips, of pricked thumbs. a smile blooms. ❝   my mother's garden. it's where i go to think, and be alone.   ❞