#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. ❞

[keikakudori]

ʘ‿ʘ perhaps!

[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 🔥 ||

[casteiianos]

"Would you like me to send you memes to calm you ?"

     His face contorts into a frown--one of confusion built and tempered by the ever-evolving social climate. Keeping up with the times was difficult on its own, especially after having to process and cope with the aftereffects of being locked in the STEM system.

     ❝ I still don’t know what memes are, ❞ he has a phone. But. Uh, ❝ Ever since I got Lily a phone, it’s all she talks about. Thanks for the offer but... I think I’ll stick with my physician-prescribed herbal tea-beer mix. ❞

@hanakarii // answered.

[dionadaiiraaa]

“ Guid evenin’ lass.” Eden greeted the young lady with a weary smile. Kugane was one of his favorite places to stay when he appeared there. He was an a good spot, and it overlooked the ruby sea. 

“ Whit can ah get ye?” he asked the woman, the bar for the most part was vacant, which was a blessing. 

“ Rum is on sale.” 

@hanakarii​ S.C.

[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?”

[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.

[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. ❞