#avatar hanami

[avatarhanami]

Updated designs for a few characters we have already introduced/remade! Re-introducing Koda (fellow in the middle) and Kenai's mom, Yuka, on the right.

The beautiful lady on the left is Nita! She's a new-ish character we're introducing! She's a healer-in-training and spends a lot of time working with Kenai's mom on various things like housework, gathering, and beading! Nita is very spontaneous and has a fiery personality. (And yes, she's another Brother Bear reference lol).

Do not repost, trace, steal, or claim this art as your own. Our project is a fan-fiction based on the Avatar universe and we have no affiliation with the creators of the original shows.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #fan art #fan fiction #water tribe #avatar wan #avatar new beginnings #avatar hanami

[braidpoll]

ROUND 1 PART 2

#kotoha hanami #hanami kotoha #cure felice #mahoutsukai precure #mahoutsukai precure! #mahou tsukai precure #mahou tsukai precure! #precure #ty lee #ty lee atla #atla #a:tla #avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #braid poll #braidpoll #round 1 part 2

[kairos-polaris]

JJK x TMA crossover

JJK characters and their entity alignments:

Sorcerers:

- Itadori Yuuji: Has a potential for the Lonely but post Shibuya and 212 especially I think he would lean to the Hunt, similar to Daisy or the vampire hunter guy. He would be marked by the Lonely, both pre and throughout the series but his desire to eradicate curses will be stronger thus making his alignment with the Hubt stronger

- Fushiguro Megumi: I don't think he would have a direct alignment. Not really for the Hunt because he isn't as devoted to killing curses like Yuuji or Maki. The Dark fits only power wise. He could also be marked by the Buried because of the current state of his soul

- Kugisaki Nobara: I can't think of an alignment but she would probably have affinity to the Web because of the nature of her ct

- Okkotsu Yuuta: Currently unaligned, leaning towards the Hunt. Would eventually be fully Hunt after years of killing curses, possibly sped up by Maki being Hunt too. If he never became a sorcerer, he could potentially become Corrupted, the hive preying on his loneliness/isolation due to Rika

- Inumaki Toge: Same as Nobara, the Web affinity because his ct is literal manipulation of others

- Zenin Maki: The Hunt 100%, she is Hunt aligned since the beginning and becomes an avatar after killing the Zenin clan. I was thinking slaughter but Maki has a motivation

- Zenin Mai: She would have an affinity to the Corruption, the envy and jealousy aspect of it. Maybe similar to Jane Prentiss? but she doesn't live long enough to actually get corrupted/properly be aligned

- Gojou Satoru: Would be the Lonely aligned if he hasn't discovered the joy of free falling and the beauty of the vast blue sky when he was a teen and experimenting with infinity. I also just think the Vast!Gojou is more interesting. fanon Satoru from certain shippers is definitely an avatar of the Lonely tho

- Higuruma Hiromi: Marked by the Lonely and the Web, but ultimately belongs to the Eye (credit to my beloved @raven-campanile-rb for this one)

- Kenjaku: He is a mix of the Eye and the Web. The Eye because of the merger and their general interest in knowledge and seeking new experiences, also having witnessed the progress of humanity over the centuries of existence. Their plan was set up over a millennia, carefully puppeteering everyone, perfectly aligned with the Mother of Puppets

- Uro Takako: The Vast, solely based on her technique and also her introduction panel

The curses:

- Mahito: As a curse of the hate humans have for each other his origin could be tied to almost any dread power, his skill set is more aligned with the Flesh (body mutilation) and the Stranger (uncanny aspect of it)

- Hanami and Jogo: Both are born from the actions of the Desolation folks (forest fires and volcanoes/everything fire related) but are aligned with the Buried (Hanami's earth related abilities; Jogo's domain is called a coffin and volcanoes bury things with ash)

- Dagon: The Buried. Dagon is born of water related fears and the Buried includes the fear of drowning

#jjk x tma #jjk crossover #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #inumaki toge #maki zenin #mai zenin #yuta okkotsu #gojo satoru #higuruma hiromi #kenjaku #uro takako #jjk dagon #jogo jjk #mahito jjk #hanami jjk

[michininja]

“I am thankful that Lady Shikamura is around. At least now the Arataki Gang has another person to keep them–especially the Boss–in check.”

- Kuki Shinobu

🌸 Name: Shikamura Koharu

🌸 Title: Palisading Spirit

🌸 Guardian of Chinju Forest

🌸 Vision: Dendro

🌸 Constellation: Prunus Itosakura

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Kanji: 鹿村心春

Vision: Dendro

Weapon: Catalyst

Birthday: March 21

Constellation: Prunus Itosakura

Region: Inazuma

Affiliation(s): Chinju Forest; Arataki Gang

Special Dish: Kohakutou - Hanami Crystal Bursts

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Ascension Materials

Gem: Nagadus Emerald

Boss Drop: Spool of Arachnis (Scourge of the Forest)*

Local Specialty: Sakura Bloom

Enemy Drop: Mist Grass (Fatui Cicin Mage)

Talents

Normal Attack: Hana no Danmaku

Normal Attack Performs up to 3 floral barrages, dealing Dendro DMG. Charged Attack Consumes a certain amount of Stamina to deal AoE Dendro DMG after a short casting time. Plunging Attack Calling upon the power of Dendro, Koharu plunges towards the ground from mid-air, damaging all opponents in the path. Deals AoE Dendro DMG upon impact with the ground.

Elemental Skill: Kigi no Kenjin

Koharu radiates a protective Dendro Kigi no Kenjin array that enhances the defensive capabilities of herself and nearby allies.  Kigi no Kenjin ・Raises the DEF of all party members in an AoE around Koharu. ・Amplification of DEF scales off of Koharu’s max health. ・During the duration, all party members have increased resistance against interruption.

Elemental Burst: Shika no Rei no Kyouran

Invokes the power of a cervine spirit, cloaking Koharu in its avatar form. ・Increases Koharu’s Normal Attack SPD by 10% and Movement SPD by 10%.  ・After dealing continuous DMG to enemies for over 5s, Koharu’s ATK increases by 5%. This effect will be canceled when Koharu leaves the field and lasts a maximum of 12s. Once the maximum time duration of Shika no Rei no Kyouran is over, the cervine spirit avatar disperses, dealing AoE Dendro DMG.

1st Ascension Passive: Hanasaku Kyoujin-sa

Decreases Kigi no Kenjin’s CD by 15%.

4th Ascension Passive: Rei o Hojisuru

With every enemy killed during Shika no Rei no Kyouran, 2s is added to its duration, up to 30s for a total of 9 enemies defeated.

Utility Passive: Doubutsu-sou

When Koharu is in the party, your characters will not startle Crystalflies and certain other animals when getting near them.

Talent Materials

Enemy Drop: Mist Grass (Fatui Cicin Mage)

Talent Book: Light (Domain of Mastery: Vine-Infested Ruins)

Boss Drop: Worldspan Fern (Guardian of Apep’s Oasis)

*These are my fan-made Genshin content.

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Ungifified Images

#michi’s oc collection #koharu 🌸 #shikamura koharu #genshin oc #genshin impact oc #shikamura koharu genshin #koharu genshin #shikamura koharu genshin impact #koharu genshin impact #genshin impact

[asknarashikari]

Hina: What if we do a seasons-themed calendar?

Kiriko: I'm listening.

Miu: oops That's perfect.

Miu: We haven't done a seasons-themed one yet.

Hina: I was actually thinking of making the four participants of the Grand Prix to be the only ones in the calendar?

Akari: Why?

Kiriko: Including Michinaga?

Hina: I was thinking of using only Keiwa-kun, Ace-kun, and Neon-chan.

Miu: All three of them in different seasons.

Kiriko: Huh...

Miu: Let's see what you've got.

Mei: You've thought of this a lot huh?

Kiriko: Let's pitch it to them and we'll gauge their reactions

Tsukuyomi: This is a good idea.

Tsukuyomi; Let's do an Avatar-themed next time.

Hina: We'll discuss that next meeting

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note: stylized formal wear is just their fits for the golden desire night..

This is actually a pretty normal theme for a calendar lmao XD It's going to sell like hotcakes

I would suggest a few changes though:

Make January the formal kimono month, then make a backdrop a temple/shrine to give off a "hatsumode" (first visit of the year) theme

Make March the formal lady kimono month, since that's when sakura season starts (of course Neon's kimono should have a sakura/spring theme). Alternatively have them all in kimono, then set up a hanami scene

Switch the jinbei out for normal summer clothes or yukata. Jinbei are sort of considered work uniforms in some cases lol

May is when Golden Week takes place, so have the whole group "go on vacation" together

#kamen rider geats #ask #hxmxbros

[blackestnight]

1: res non verba

Prompt: Cross.

Word count: 1682

Contains spoilers for the Reaper job quests, the Dark Knight job quests, but no Endwalker spoilers; also serves as a follow-up to alter idem and absentes adsunt, so I’d recommend reading those if you haven’t.

(actions, not words / a journey; a burden; a joining)

Hanami summons her first voidsent.

The packed earth outside of the entrance to Cutter’s Cry wasn’t quite as hard or cracked as the badlands of Broken Water or the winding canyons of the Red Labyrinth, but Hanami still felt a wave of vertigo as Drusilla faced her, arms crossed with all the expectation of a soldier’s taskmaster. If she’d been a fulm shorter and wearing plate instead of leather, Hanami might have had to close her eyes to keep from seeing Fray in the corners of her vision.

Though, theoretically, she’d be seeing something worse if all went to plan.

“You’ll understand I’m not much in demand for imparting magical learnin’,” Drusilla said, with a wry curl to her mouth, “but given what the mad bastard at the Ossuary said, you’ll be needin’ it. So listen well: if you try to pull this voidsent through body and all, you’re more like to kill yourself in the attempt than get anything useful done. That’s why we call ‘em avatars—they’re not the whole beast, just what power we’re willing to bargain for stuffed into a nice little puppet. I understand your mages like to use statues or pottery to hold the things, but I find them a bit tedious.”

Hanami couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose; she hadn’t had cause to go digging through any Amdapori or Mhachi ruins in a while, but she remembered the damn gargoyles.

“If it were me,” Drusilla continued, “or any of my people, for that matter, we’d use a soul crystal—bloody handy, those things are. They store enough aether for a voidsent to construct a body of its own, at least for a little while, and the more they feed on your victims, the stronger they get. But since you’re bein’ stubborn, I suppose there’s some other trick you’ve a mind to try.”

“I do,” Hanami said, fist clenched in her pocket. “Wait.”

She took a steadying breath, and closed her eyes.

Her soul crystal—Fray’s, once—rested over her ribcage as it nearly always did. At its gentlest it was warm like a blanket left by the hearth, a constant companion—not Fray, not really, not as they’d been in life, but her own heart flavored by the dregs of their memory. Now it prickled against her skin like a hot poker, restless with irritation.

You’re really asking permission of your own delusions, she heard (the voice wasn’t quite hers, too raspy, too alien, but the sentiments were familiar enough to pass as her own mind), to rip open your heart and let a dead thing crawl in for a visit.

Wouldn’t be the first time. Arguably, a voidsent was less dead than some of the other splintered souls that had wedged their way between her ribs. And this one was—maybe—trying to reach out, at least.

You do remember the last time you tried this, you wound up bleeding from your face?

Hanami clenched her jaw—she still had a headache, nearly a full two days later—the noise had been like fingernails on a chalkboard, like metal being chewed up by machinery, only unimaginably louder and echoing directly inside her skull. But the words, jumbled as they had been, were familiar. Home. Light. Love. Save me. If this…thing was what she thought it might be, answering a call for champions, it probably hadn’t hurt her on purpose. Most of the voidsent she’d had the displeasure to meet before weren’t anything resembling human anymore. Who better to play emissary than the fell creature she’d already welcomed into her head?

Ha, she heard. As if you aren’t a fell creature yourself. But the laughter was genuine, if scornful, and the soul crystal settled into a gentle simmer of consent.

Which only left the other thing.

The constellation stone was still wrapped in a scrap of linen, kept carefully separate from her bare fingers after the last disastrous contact she’d had with it. Even through the fabric she could feel it burning—with magic, or with promise. That was part of the reason Drusilla had brought her here in the first place. Cocobuki showed me the scorch marks you left in the street, she’d said, and I rather like this rug.

Carefully, cupped in her hand to conceal it from view, Hanami pulled out the constellation stone and let it slip free of its wrappings.

She still didn’t…entirely understand what had happened, the last time. She only remembered pulsing a little magic into it, the way it had burned like a beacon atop the Crystal Tower, and she’d blacked out soon after. Whatever had made its way through the summoning sigil—if anything—hadn’t lingered long enough for her to see it. But she’d done this, or something like this, once already, and so there was no reason she couldn’t do it again. She just had to do it right.

The Exarch and Elidibus had both talked about rituals and practice, old arcane nonsense for stuffy sorcerers and wizards locked in grand towers. Hanami didn’t do magic, not like that. Her power had always been more primal: raw power, pure intent. A need, and an answer to it. Fray—the thing she’d made of Fray—had said as much: you had a sword and a soul crystal, but what you wanted was a mentor. Shadows spun themselves into shields at her fingertips when her feet were too slow to save her. She would make what she had to, so long as she could pay the cost. Ceremony was incidental. In the Burning Wall, all those years ago, she’d spilled her blood in the soil to tempt beasts to wet her blade at Fray’s behest; now she would bleed aether to tempt something far greater and far more terrible.

She opened her eyes, and darkness boiled on the ground before her.

She hadn’t called up this shadow often—once in the burning memory of Amaurot, the first time, defending her from the monsters that had lunged for her when the Lightwardens’ aether had rendered her blind and useless, and again in the undersea graveyard to drag her through Elidibus’s gauntlet of ghosts. But she recognized the purple-black smoke, the glittering shards of magic that drifted up from the ground, heralding the vessels she’d conjured in the past to hold the shattered pieces of her heart, the same haze that had hung thick around Myste in Gyr Abania when he summoned wave after wave of adversaries from her memory. In another heartbeat or two she would be able to make out an arm, maybe, or the edge of a blade.

In her hand, the constellation stone flared to life, and the ground erupted in fire.

The sigils that had flared on top of the Crystal Tower had been the same clear gold as afternoon sunlight; this time it burned deep orange, like a brushfire, little tongues of purple light dancing from the edges. If Drusilla thought the light show strange Hanami couldn’t see to tell, focused as she was on the scorching heat in her palm. Power and intent, she thought: she had power, and needed only to guide it. The thought came unbidden of the Exarch slamming his staff on the ground, making his grand declarations, but she’d never been fond of theatrics and anyway, the voice had made its desires clear.

Her incantation was simple, in comparison: I’m here. Come home.

The pillar of light flared like a bonfire with ceruleum thrown into its flame, so hot the air currents ruffled Hanami’s hair and the heat forced her to stagger backwards a step; and there, at the heart of the fire, that darkness, the shadow as familiar as her own, only as the light died around it she watched it clutch at the earth and crawl out of it like a corpse clawing out of a grave—

The hazy outline of Esteem solidified as she watched, smoke and shadow given flesh. The gauntlets grew longer, tapering into bloody claws; the faceplate melted away into a gaping maw lined with jagged fangs; the torso oozed out of shape, pulled by its own weight, which made no sense as the familiar skirt ended in dark tatters, short and fluttering around the place where Esteem’s legs no longer were, replaced by crackling red levin and roiling smoke. It was a knight, if a knight could be made of veins and rotting flesh; it was horrid and lovely, a splash of pitch and lurid bleeding red across the browns and blues of the Thanalan desert. Esteem—the voidsent—the avatar howled, once, that same metallic screeching Hanami remembered scouring the inside of her skull, and then its eyeless face swiveled to focus, unerring, on her.

It occurred to her, as the avatar swooped toward her—as Drusilla, somewhere a thousand malms away, cursed—that she might have fucked up.

But the stone in her hand pulsed, once, so bright it felt painful, and before Hanami could move—could begin to reach for the sword at her back—the avatar changed course, diving to the side to skim under her clenched fist and swirl up around her back; before she could run it had pressed its horrid face up next to hers, its teeth cold and wet against the skin of her cheek, and she did stumble back from that only to be caught by its spindly fingers, which curled around her hip in a mockery of a lover’s embrace.

It hovered there, expectant, and the stone hummed with something that could almost pass for—

Joy.

Hanami took another deep breath, and hoped she hadn’t screamed herself hoarse again.

“You said you wanted saving,” she whispered. “You said you wanted me to find you. Are you going to help me, if I help you?”

The avatar unhinged its jaw, and its—eugh—tongue lolled out, nearly brushing her neck. She made a point not to flinch.

Yes, she heard, that same raspy other-voice from her soul crystal, layered with a sound like a shriek trapped in tar. Yes yes yes yes yes. Bargain-maker soul-finder heartsblood yes.

And slowly, so carefully, almost delicate, it tucked its monstrous face against her chest, nestled under her chin, nuzzling against her heart.

#ffxivwrite 2022 #final fantasy xiv #oc: hanami hagane #rpr things #KICKS LEGY IN THE AIR #writing - mine

[rigbymf]

idk, i'm just gonna introduce myself rq.

hello!

call me rigby. that's not my name, not even my last name. but i like the sound of it. i am currently 21 years old, a bi woman and in a relationship with a gamer dude who's over 6ft. (shoutout to you, my lil skyscraper looking ass boy) i'm half asian, half white. i like cats, pastel colours (especially green, pink, purple and blue), art, flowers, people who know when to shut tf up, dogs, clouds, the avatar universe, queer and neurodivergent shit and silly people. i read, draw, dissociate. my hidden talent is that i'm good at mimicking elmo's voice. pls be gentle with me or i will scream.

i also have an oc that literally doesn't stop living in my head rent-free for like... years now. her name is hanami ikarashi. i drew some pictures of her, wait a sec.

she was actually supposed to be an oc for... my hero academia (yeaahhhh i know i know, pls dont throw tomatoes at me) but now i treat her as just... a random lady made up by me, a lady with a plant based power. her hair is supposed to be like an ash green and her eyes are light pink. i drew a scar on her neck (with an important history, but the history changes depending on my mood lol) cuz... oc's without trauma?

HA!

anyways, that's my main girl.

if you have any questions about me, hanami or anything else, lemme know.

bye bye! <3

#hanami #ikarashi #oc #oc sketch #hanami ikarashi #idk how to tag this #new account #introduction #introductory post #sillyposting #oc drawing #oc art #oc design #oc doodles #rigby #random #shitpost #personal shit

[erigold13261]

Still beginning-ish of episode 46

Nooo! Mahito! Don't get captured by Suguru! You need to reincarnate with Hanami, Jogo, and Dagon!!! They're gonna miss you!

Itadori! Kill Suguru! Then Mahito! Do it! So he can reincarnate with his buddies! >:0

Also, would that have been the first time Mahito would have "died"? Is he a new age curse? He shouldn't have been since he is in the intro with the other three on the painted screen. But he acted like this was going to be his first death.

Maybe it is the fact that Mahito is the curse of human fear and hate, so once all that hate left as he was beaten, he was just the fear. Even Jogo, who knew he was gonna die in that moment, had more poise to him (Hanami couldn't really react and Dagon thought they had a chance still in the moments before death).

I really hope that Toji's theory of killing Suguru releases the curses is true, and it's not some kind of permanent death to the curse if killed while in Suguru's stomach/pocket thing.

Though if Mahito truly dies, like the absolute soul and essence, would an entirely new curse of human hate and fear come about? Kinda like how Korra restarted the avatar chain (or did she make it so absolutely no avatar has a connection to the past one? I don't know, I always thought she just reset it with herself).

Anyway, I hope we see Mahito again! Wonder what happens to a sentient curse that is put under Suguru's control. Will Mahito have free will, or will he be fully under Suguru's influence?

(also I am using "Suguru" lightly here lol)

#jjktalk #eritalks #noart #rambling

[deepspacesoph]

Wanted to post the drawing I did of @avatarhanami here! Love her! 💓

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar hanami #airbender

[slycreations]

mahoutsukai precures

#precure #pretty cure #mahoutsukai precure #mahoutsukai pretty cure #maho girls precure #maho girls pretty cure #mirai asahina #cure miracle #riko izayoi #cure magical #ha-chan #kotoha hanami #cure felice #icons #avatars #free to use

[peach-meow-meow]

drew a pic for my dear friend @olgaloz

just hanami-themed stuff

#zuko #atla #the last airbender #avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar fanart #fanart #digtal drawing #art #draw #drawing #anime art #hanami #request

[avatarhanami]

Here’s a meme in apology for the silence 😬

- made by our writer Bri, credit to the template creator (currently looking so I can properly credit)

#avatar hanami #avatar new beginnings #atla #legend of korra #avatar the last airbender #fan comic #fan fiction

[windup-dragoon]

Attention!!!

One of Kiri and Hien's kids has a name now. I just wanted to share. So two out of four are named 👍

#kirimun shouts at peeps #so there's hanami but she goes by hana #and then there's Hakoda #I've been rewatching avatar lmao

[kuvvydraws]

Thanks for the tag: @themerriweathermage

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

3 ships: This is a hard one, I don’t actually ship characters that often... I’m more of an xReader kinda person, so I think I’m going to skip this one, sorry 😅

Last song: Murder Family

Last movie: The Life of Brian

Currently Watching: Avatar: The Last Airbender (re-watch), Shingeki no Kyojin (The Last Season)

Currently Reading: I’m going through Boku no Hero Academia to brush up my Japanese (and because of the artwork, you’ll see soon that affecting my drawing style, or so I hope) but I’m also hooked on Death’s Door by SongsOfApollo

Currently Craving: I want to go back to Japan very desperately as of late, and see my friends who live there and go to some festivals and eat all the food no matter how hard I try I just cannot replicate and such... The hanami season is making me quite nostalgic.

No Pressure Tags: @sassylostchildbynow @justamei @striped-menace

#kuvvytalks

[firelxdykatara]

You’re so strong in your LOK rewrite, I’m just so tired of the characters and how they were handled that I just made completely new OCs and whatnot. Power to you my dude

That’s totally valid! I can completely understand just wanting to start completely from scratch (and I love what I’ve seen from some of the big avatar things people are doing, like Vahni and Hanami both look so good and I applaud them), but for me the big thing is like... I cannot possibly overstate how much I deeply love the base concepts.

There is so much about Korra, like, conceptually that I adore.

An avatar who wants to be the avatar? Who wants to do avatar things, who is strong and confident and brash and bold, whose instinct is to fight first and ask questions later, who doesn’t always make the most rational decisions cause, hey, what teenager does? An avatar who struggles with the spiritual side of things because she is very in the world, she’s used to punching her problems and trying to navigate the intricacies of her spiritual duties to the world is very difficult because, in the spirit world, you can’t just punch your problems.

An avatar who could have had a natural arc of growth, never losing that confidence but learning to pick her battles and put some back, developing her diplomatic abilities, learning to think before rushing headlong into reckless situations, and not needing to be tortured into learning humility and compassion because she already had the building blocks for a character arc!

And beyond just Korra, like. The fact that Mako and Bolin were orphans, their parents murdered by a firebender, Mako thrust into the position of parent to his younger brother, doing his best to shield Bolin from the worst of Republic City’s underbelly while doing sketchy things just to survive and keep them both fed (sometimes going hungry just to be sure Bolin always had something to eat), and then the possibility of tying that into the nonbender vs bender narrative of the first book, like. There was so much potential there. Even with Asami, who is the least fleshed out of the krew (not that it’s a very high bar to pass, but still), contrast her position of incredible privilege (she’s a wealthy woman who never had to worry about things like going hungry or not having a place to spend the night) with the fact that she’s a nonbender, while two benders on the krew had also suffered at the hands of benders and experienced a lot more facets of oppression but they were still benders and had opportunities that nonbenders in a similar situation wouldn’t have had (Mako was able to survive and keep his brother fed by working for the triads, later managing to get into probending and supplement that income by working at a factory, all of which relied on his being a bender), all of which could have contributed to complexities and nuance which deserved to be explored!

Anyway, like, at the end of the day, I genuinely love the base concepts for Korra, as a show and as a character, and part of my impetus for doing a full series rewrite is that I wanted to see what these characters might look like in a story that is actually invested in fleshing them out, tying them into the greater plot and exploring the potential there, instead of tossing off half-baked story arcs and forcing the characters to fit them rather than allowing the characters and their relationships to drive and shape the plot.

#atla #lok #korra #lok critical #there was so much potential in the concepts and characters of lok #and a majority of my irritation stems from amazing concepts having such horrific execution #asked #Anonymous

[just-a-light-among-the-stars]

Just Like A Cherry Blossom (Belphegor x Fem!MC)

Word Count: 4572

Pages: 10

When she told Lucifer that she would make her year in the Devildom a year to remember, she certainly didn’t expect it to become this much of a memorable experience. Thousand-year family drama, multiple encounters with danger, six solid demon pacts and...an actual death experience. Out of all the memories she had made throughout the year, the last one still haunted her.

Her and Belphegor had gotten considerably close ever since she found him locked up in the attic and more often than not, she would even skip classes to spend time with him and talk about her day or all the things she was doing during her stay at the Devildom. She knew of his story from Beelzebub and had resolved to gather all the pacts to set him free, but in the meantime, she did not want him to feel excluded. She genuinely believed him when he said he wanted to talk things out with Lucifer and find some common ground, and she worked on his favor to make it happen.

But she was naive.

She had underestimated how much hatred the Avatar of Sloth stored deep inside him. She had underestimated how much Lilith meant to him; enough for his resentment and animosity to keep burning for thousands of years. And because she underestimated a demon, she found herself at the receiving end of that outrage. Time to time, she would still have nightmares about that night. The feeling of losing the air out of her lungs, the feeling of the light fading away from her eyes as his evil smile was the last thing she saw; they all tormented her to this very day.

Yet, things seemed to have wondrously gone back to normal once she was revealed to be Lilith’s descendant; at least on the surface. Belphegor was far clingier than before and he would often call her up in the attic just to talk, like they used to. And she hated how she was agreeing to it so naturally. Even though she was still hurt about how she was tricked like that, even though she felt like his feelings weren’t genuine, her own feelings were. She had come to love everything about him, both his beautiful and his ugly side. She had come to love him as a person, as a man and as a demon. She loved every single part of him. And even though she knew he probably didn’t feel the same way, she was determined to fix their relationship properly. She was determined to fix him. Because she loved him.

“Please, Lucifer, just for one day. I’m begging you.”

“No means no, MC.”

As one would have expected, the path to fixing Belphegor wasn’t easy; especially when grand obstacles like the Avatar of Pride stood in her way. And yet, she wasn’t about to give up now. She was determined to give it her all for the one she loved. That was just how she was.

“It will only be one day, and you will be there too.” she kept trying to reason with the eldest of the demon brothers. “Please, let’s all go for a picnic in the human world. It’s Hanami period up there right now and it’s the perfect weather for an outing like this. I told you time after time how much I miss my world, and… how I wanted to show it to him. I wanted to show Belphie how beautiful the human world is during spring.”

“You of all people should understand why I don’t want him to go up to the human world.” Lucifer argued. “After you poked your nose into our business and created all that mess, it is a miracle you are still alive and Belphie is allowed to roam freely. Don’t test your luck anymore than you already have, MC.”

“You’re right...” she sighed. “You’re probably right, but Belphie is...!”

“Hm? What about Belphie?”

She was so focused on getting Lucifer to agree with her that she didn’t even notice the presence of another demon in the room. Beelzebub was, as always, carrying a mountain of food to his and Belphegor’s room, but he stopped once he heard his twin’s name. He entered Lucifer’s study without a second thought, eager to join the conversation upon seeing her there as well.

“Oh, Beel!” she greeted him, hoping she could make him her ally on this. “Listen, I...I wanted us all to go up to the human world tomorrow. It’s flower viewing season in Japan, where I’m from, and I wanted to show you guys. I wanted to show Belphie how beautiful it is. But Lucifer won’t let us go.”

“...Why?” Beelzebub asked, munching on one of his snacks.

“Because Belphie is not ready to go to the human world yet.” Lucifer was still unshakeable in his opinion. “If he got too emotional remembering Lilith and he went on a rampage, Diavolo would lose face. And...Belphie would have to face punishment again. I cannot allow either of those.”

“You have to show some more faith in him, Lucifer!” she wouldn’t back down either, even if the one she had to go against was the Avatar of Pride himself. “Beel, you and Belphie share feelings and you always know how each other thinks or feels, right? How do you think he would feel about going to the human world? How is he feeling right now? Does he still hold any kind of resentment towards humans?”

“I don’t know the details, but...I know Belphie always feels very happy whenever he’s around you. Even if some of his dark feelings still linger, they disappear during the time you spend together.” the glutton smiled gently. “I think we should go to the human world too. I want to see Belphie talk about how much he loves it...and smile like he used to. Let’s go, Lucifer.”

That must have been the umpteenth time Lucifer had sighed today. The human female alone was a pain to deal with, but now that Beelzebub had joined her in her crusade, this seemed like an impossible quest. Especially if the rest of the brothers heard about this and started pestering him about it as well. He knew that, at this point, there was only one way out of this. And he took it without further hesitation.

“...Fine. I will let Diavolo know.”

The glee both her and Beelzebub shared as they looked at each other after he agreed couldn’t be described with words. And yet, she managed to string up some, wanting him to know how grateful she was to him for taking her feelings into consideration.

“Lucifer, thank you so much-”

“However.” the Avatar of Pride added, before she could finish her sentence. “If, even a minor inconvenience occurs, we are returning back to the Devildom immediately. And you are the one who will be held accountable, MC. Am I clear?”

“Yes! Thank you so much!”

At this point, Lucifer’s threat didn’t even register in her mind. All she could think about was how she would be able to show Belphegor the human world once again. How there was the slightest hope that she could see his smile for the first time; his true smile. All she could think about was how she wanted to set him free. And now, she had earned the chance to do it.

“Sorry, Beel, can you let the rest know?” she spoke excitedly as she skipped towards the door. “I am going to tell Belphie!”

Before she could get a reply out of him, she had already stormed off Lucifer’s study excitedly, in an attempt to find the demon she was looking for. Belphegor could literally fall asleep anywhere, but there were just three spots within the House of Lamentation that one could often find him at. One was his and Beelzebub’s room, but when she went there, she found it empty. And so, she headed for the next possible destination she knew she’d probably find him at; the planetarium. The two of them had spent lots of time there together ever since he was freed; talking, cuddling, sleeping...she had many good memories from that place. But, once again, he wasn’t there. As she probably had expected from the beginning, Belphie always came back to the one place that everything started.

The attic.

And certainly enough, she found him there. He was sprawled all over his pillow fortress, hugging his favourite cow-pattern pillow as he slept peacefully among his stack of blankets. He looked so placid and tranquil in his sleep, that the hand that she had extended to shake him awake stopped midway. She knew she had to tell him they were leaving tomorrow and that he should pack up, but she had already given in to the temptation. She just sat there, watching him sleep for a while longer, observing each and every expression he made.

She knew it wasn’t right. She knew he probably wouldn’t like that, but she couldn’t stop. She just loved every little thing about him. The way his bangs covered the right side of his face, even in his sleep, the way his lips parted as he breathed in and out, snoring ever so slightly and barely audibly. The way his hands would grip onto some of his pillows whenever he was dreaming about something, the way he hardly ever tossed and turned but somehow always ended up out of his covers. She loved everything there was to love about him.

“...MC?”

“Ah...!”

She let out a sudden gasp once Belphie’s sleepy voice brought her out of her daydream, and she cleared her throat awkwardly, desperately trying to come up with an excuse to explain her rude and borderline-creepy actions just now.

“B-Belphie, you’re awake!” she chuckled stiffly. “I’m...sorry. I came to tell you something, but I did not want to wake you up-”

“...It’s fine.” he muttered, rubbing the sleepiness off of his eyes, before smiling at her. “What did you want to tell me?”

“Um...”

She felt weird. Not too long ago, she was so eager to tell him what they were doing tomorrow, but now that she actually got the chance to, the words just wouldn’t come out. Lucifer’s words kept spinning inside her head, warning her that she was making a mistake; telling her that their trip to the human world was more likely to hurt Belphegor rather than help him. But, even so, she had to do it. If she wanted to be his salvation, she had to be brave enough to take the next step.

“So, I...I asked Lucifer for a favor today, and he said yes.”

“Lucifer?” Belphegor’s interest was now piqued. “What kind of favor was it?”

“Well...” she trailed off again. “I asked him if we could visit the human world for a picnic tomorrow morning. It’s Hanami season in my home country, so I thought it would be nice if we all went to see the cherry blossoms together. And, I...I also wanted you to see it.”

The moment those words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it. Belphegor’s expression was completely blank, and she couldn’t help but imagine all the worst possible scenarios that could possibly occur from this. She thought that, perhaps, she should have listened to Lucifer, after all. Perhaps, she shouldn’t have roped Beel into this, hoping they could do something for Belphegor. Perhaps, she shouldn’t have been so overconfident.

“Okay...” he eventually replied. “I’ll go.”

Before she could reply back, however, he had already gone back to sleep. She just stood there, staring at his sleeping form for another couple of minutes, before standing up with a frown and exiting the attic room, her mind a mess of jumbled thoughts and insecurities alike. She didn’t know how tomorrow would go, but she at least hoped it wouldn’t end in disaster.

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“Wooooah! So, this is how Japan looks in 3D! We should start by visiting Akihabara and then...!”

The next day came excruciatingly fast, and before they knew it, MC and the brothers had all passed through the gate that teleported them straight to Tokyo, her hometown. Even though they wanted to be there in the morning, however, when they arrived, it was already afternoon. Still, that didn’t stop them from going along with their plan.

It was needless to say that Leviathan was the most excited of them all, taking photos left and right like a foreign European tourist, rambling about how each and every place reminded him of his favorite anime. Lucifer threatened to take them back many times after Levi was getting lost into anime stores and Mammon went around wanting to buy everything, but eventually, they settled as they arrived at the park they would be doing their flower viewing.

MC thought she would be happy to see her home after so many months in the Devildom, but at that moment, she couldn’t think of anything like that. Her nostalgic feelings were overwhelmed by her anxiety as she repeatedly stole glances at Belphegor, who still looked as expressionless as ever as he walked through the beautiful sakura-filled streets. The flower petals swept by the wind caressed his hair like spontaneous flutters, and his eyes reflected the clear blue sky of spring as he looked around, and MC could have sworn she had seen nothing more beautiful in her entire life so far. But even though he painted such a gorgeous image, why...why did he look like that?

“We will set up the picnic in this spot.”

Lucifer’s words pulled her out of her trance, and she looked at the free spot under a large cherry tree that the demon had found. Nobody else was around, because it was at the foot of a small hill that had a rather uneven angle. Yet, that wasn’t much of a bother to the demons; or to her for the matter.

“Let’s get the blanket set first.” Satan proposed as he took out the picnic supplies they all brought with them.

“Yosh! I’m gonna bring out the booze!” Mammon eagerly looked through the basket.

“Ah, the food-” Beelzebub was also approaching said basket, drooling over the smell of the fresh sandwiches.

“Beel, don’t touch the food until we are all seated.” Lucifer was barking warnings at his brothers. “Levi, Asmo...you two help with the preparation before you start taking pictures of yourselves.”

“Eh? No way!” Asmodeus whined. “Are you saying I can’t capture the true beauty of those cherry blossoms and myself while the light is still good? That would be blasphemy! Right now, I look like a flower among flowers, don’t you think~?”

“ROFLMAO! You don’t get it, Asmo!” Levi laughed out loud, furiously taking selfies and typing on his phone. “This is Hanami season! The only beauty that should be appreciated is of the cherry blossoms themselves! #humanworld #hanami #withMCandtheBros.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at their antics as she took out more blankets and pillows, which she had packed especially for Belphegor in case he wanted to sleep under the sakura trees. And yet, once she raised her head to ask him if he needed anything, he was nowhere to be found. Her whole being was alarmed instantly, remembering Lucifer’s words over and over again, until she glanced towards him almost terrified, revealing what everyone else had failed to notice so far.

“Um...” she trailed off hesitantly. “Has anyone seen Belphie?”

All procedures immediately stopped. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed when he realized his younger brother was missing, and was about to say something before Beelzebub interjected.

“Ah-” he interjected. “I saw him go up the hill. He probably went to sleep under that large tree up there...”

“Hah...” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “MC, go bring him back. Don’t be late.”

“Y-Yes...”

Following Lucifer’s command, she started climbing up the hill, looking left and right for a familiar silhouette or anything else that would pinpoint Belphegor’s location, but she didn’t have to look any further when she reached the top. He was the first thing she noticed as she took in the view in front of her. There he was, leaning his back against the trunk of a pink tree, stray flower petals falling on top of his head, and others surrounding him as the view from below the hill became visible. The city of Tokyo looked majestic in the evening, its tall buildings bathing in the moonlight and reflecting it back, creating a stunning sparkle effect that would please anyone’s eyes.

Yet, she couldn’t see any of that. For she was already watching someone who sparkled more than the sun itself. Rather than the buildings, she admired the way the light was reflecting his narrow purple eyes. Rather than the sakura trees, she admired his curious gaze as he held a flower petal in his open palm and examined him. Rather than viewing flowers, she would very much prefer to view him. And she would have loved to keep that up for eternity, if only Lucifer had not given her the order to bring him back.

Sighing in disappointment, she took a few steps forward to get his attention and stood beside him, supporting herself with one hand against the tree trunk.

“Belphie...Lucifer said-”

“Oh, MC!” he interrupted her, smiling as he patted the spot next to him. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come sit here.”

“But, Lucifer-”

“He can wait. Now, come here.”

She was confused. He had been looking disinterested and impassive since yesterday. His mood did not change when they arrived in Tokyo either. But now that they were alone, he was suddenly smiling again, inviting her to cuddle with him like he did all the other times. Like he wasn’t being weird before. Like he nothing had ever happened. And that’s how it had always been since those two met. Belphegor’s personality, his attitude...it had no in-between. It was either zenith or nadir with him. And that was something she just couldn’t wrap her head around.

“Okay then...”

She eventually gave in and sat next to him, fixing her gaze on the scenery in front of her. The two sat there in silence for a little while, before the demon leaned his head on her shoulder and spoke up, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes.

“So this is where you grew up...” he trailed off, smiling up at her. “I’ve always wanted to see that.”

“...The place I grew up?” she replied reluctantly, looking away in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks.

“Yes.” Belphegor confirmed. “There are...many things I want to know about you. That was one of them.”

Badump

Badump

Her heart was beating so loud that she figured he must have certainly heard it by now. She could still not understand his attitude or why he was so hot-and-cold, but since she was given this one chance now, she knew she had to take it. If she wanted to understand him, if she wanted to help him, she had to dance to his own rhythm.

“There are...many things I want to know about you too.” she confessed. “Sometimes, I’m having a very hard time understanding you.”

“...Oh?” Belphie raised an eyebrow as he leaned away from her shoulder and turned to properly look her in the eye. “Why is that?”

“I...” she trailed off, taking a deep breath before continuing with her explanation. “Belphie, are you happy to be here today? Did I overstep my boundaries by inviting you to the human world?”

His eyes narrowed and a lopsided grin adorned his features as he turned his attention back to the landscape.

“You didn’t.” he admitted. “I’ve just been thinking of something for a while.”

“...What is it?”

That question was followed by a long silence. Belphegor’s eyes never left the scenery, but her eyes were on him all the time, watching his expression morph from a grin to a more serious one, a frown replacing his previous cheekiness as he finally spoke up again.

“MC...why did you forgive me?”

Another long silence, but this time, from her side. She couldn’t fully process the question at first. Belphie was blunt, but he had never talked to her so openly before. He never let it show that this was bothering him. He was always clinging to her like nothing bad ever happened between them, smiling and cuddling as if they have liked each other all along. That was why she couldn’t wrap her head around it. She couldn’t understand where this wistful expression was coming from.

“That’s...” she paused. “That’s because I understood. I understood where your resentment was coming from. And I understood that I was just the outlet of it. You didn’t hate me, personally. You hated the humans as a whole, right? And you hated them for a justifiable reason.”

“...A justifiable reason?” he blinked at her.

“I know how important Beel and Lilith were to you. I know about the irreplaceable bond you three shared. And I can understand why you would get upset at the human who broke that bond.” she continued. “It hurt so much because you felt betrayed, right? The humans that you used to love so much took something even more dear away from you. And even if it wasn’t the entire human race but just one human’s fault, your pain was so intense that it couldn’t be contained. Because I knew all that, I genuinely wanted to help you. I wanted to save you.”

“...”

“I wanted you to make amends with Lucifer and explain your point of view to him, I wanted you to reunite with Beelzebub and talk everything out, and I wanted you to see the rest of your brothers too. Your family was so important to you and you all had been through so much, that I wanted to help you make things right.” she concluded. “But, more importantly, I wanted to see you smile for real. While you were in the attic, even though you smiled at me all the time, it never felt real. But the times you were reminiscing about Lilith and your time as an angel...you had such a warm smile. It made me want to see it again and again, so I fought, and I’m still fighting to get it back. I just really want...to see you happy, Belphie. That’s why I brought you here today. But seeing you look like this...I started doubting my decision. I didn’t know if it was okay...bringing you up to the human world after all this time.”

A sudden gust of wind blew her hair on her face, bringing stray cherry blossom petals along with it that got tangled all over her locks. She tried to use her hands to swipe the hair away, but it was another hand that got to it instead. Belphegor gently tucked the loose strands behind her ear, and caressed her cheek, tracing his fingers down her jawline slowly, causing her to look up at him in surprise.

However, once she did, her breath was instantly taken away.

The vigorous gales had turned into a soothing spring breeze, bringing along cherry blossom petals that were moving along the trail of the wind, dancing around him like little cheerful flutters. In the center of it was a smile as sweet as honey, his eyes teary due to the wind, looking as if they were dripping nectar from their tear ducts, narrowing lovingly as they met her own gaze. His hair flickered in the flow of the dancing cherry blossom petals as he used his other hand to pull them away from his blushing face, that looked radiant under the moonlight; enough to paint the perfect picture.

“As I thought...I really like you, MC.”

She didn’t know what it was that made her do it. It could be the fact that she was back in her hometown, her world, and she was oozing with confidence because of that. It could be the stars and the moonlight that adorned the evening Tokyo sky like tiny little jewels. Or it could just be the way he looked tonight. He always looked handsome, but tonight he was breathtaking. Everything about him was so dreamy, that she had leaned in close to take in every inch of his image without realizing.

And then she kissed him.

Her lips lingered on his, softly and ever so slightly, moving along with the sway of the soft spring breeze. Steadily and excruciatingly slow, she was savoring every bit of his taste. Every second, every breath. His eyelashes fluttered, eyes closing gently in response, as he became more and more intimate, responding to her actions lovingly, allowing the tip of his tongue to part her lips tenderly, seeking for her own eagerly between rugged breathing and soft, delicate moans that were rolling out of his mouth like velvet. His hand that was previously caressing her cheek had now found its way to the back of her head, pulling her further and further in, not allowing her a single breath as he relished the flavor of her cherry lip balm mixed with the odors of spring and the sounds of the night.

Eventually, and regrettably so, he pulled back to grant her some air, immersing all of his senses into the sight of her flustered state, taking in every inch of her beauty. She looked dazzling under the stars, as if time had stopped around them. Her features were illuminated by the moonlight, each and every inch of her face sparkling with love as it blushed velvet red, looking away as if to hide from view. It just made the moment...all the more magical.

“I didn’t mean to do this-” she stuttered through her awkwardness and discomposure. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t...!”

He chuckled at her words. Because it definitely didn’t seem like it to him. And that was why he didn’t let her finish that sentence. With one swift move, he toppled her over, pinning her hands on the grassy ground, hovering over her, staring at her petite form. She looked so small under him, so fragile. And at that moment, he was reminded of how transient human life was. Fleeting and ephemeral, just like the cherry blossoms dancing around them. Even though they are meant to wither, they bloom over and over again, every spring, without fail. They never remained buds, even though they knew they would fall eventually. They would blossom, more and more beautiful each time. Their petals disappeared in the wind, but their memory remained eternally, to remind them of the fragility and the beauty of life.

It was at that moment that he was reminded; why he loved humans so much. Today they were a flower, tomorrow they were scattered in the wind. But their fragrance became an everlasting memory that kept them alive until the end of time. It kept them alive in their memories, their mind and their heart. It made them immortal.

“Just like a cherry blossom...” he smiled softly, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.

“Be...Belphie?”

“You made me fall in love with someone so ephemeral...” he whispered, one breath away from her lips. “Take responsibility, MC. Create memories with me. Enough to last me for all eternity, even when you’re gone.”

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