#thanks lumi!

[k-looking-glass-house]

AT with @lowkeyclueless5137

For their Persona twst AU~

Hope that's ok!! I had time like I said!!! I love the concept and outfit for Riddle!!! outfit/AU/concept by @lowkeyclueless5137

Thanks again!!

[wingherc]

oh im in danger

[fizzy-dizz]

Lumiere's Sick Day: Page 19 Prev | END

Haha no in all jest let's hope his head isn't literally melting from fever heat haha wouldnt that be crazy<333

Aaand heigh-ho! That concludes my silly mini project! It took 5 months but we got there 🫶 I certainly had lots of fun drawing out proper comic pages for the first time, and what better to have done this challenge than with characters you've been way too fixated on for the past year!!!! Yayy 😀👍 Thanks for appreciating this very niche and incredibly self-indulgent series lmfao

(All pages now tucked into this neat little folder! Woah!!!)

[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

[the-fandom-queenxox]

Happy 11th month to Pomme!!

Edited to add a "thank u" to Lumi

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

You know what, it might sound dumb, but whenever life got really shitty, wrestling has always been there to help.

Whenever I’m having panic issues and worries, Alex Shelley stuff helps me calm down.

Seth Rollins always inspires my creative side and makes me want to get back to work.

When I was upset about losing my mom, wrestling helped me bond with my own children more. My son got into it and I have adorable pictures of him posing like Randy Orton and singing his song. My daughter and I bonded over Pete Dunne as she tried to imitate him.

Dexter Lumis just makes me smile and for a second I remember what I can accomplish in life.

Jay white makes me feel like a kid again, back when I thought all of this was real and the most amazing things I had ever seen.

Independent wrestling got me through ages 19-25.

Wrestling has brought me some of my best friends. It got me closer to my husband. It has brought me so many good things in life. And whenever life was bad, it was always there to pick me back up. It helped me accomplish some of my wildest dreams.

Some people might think it’s dumb and fake and stupid. But it’s always been such a big part of my life. And I’m thankful for it.

[latgbg]

Afraid of the dark? Don’t worry! In our first comic, Lumi learns there’s nothing better than a little spark to light the way… even if it comes at the expense of Siona’s sleep! 🛌💤

Illustrated and written by @trinkerichi! ✨

[natsmagi]

no way.................

[melina-mellow]

You ever think how Lumine, doesn't go by her name is kinda like a self-defense mechanism? She doesn't tell people her name because it's a way for her to set up a boundary and fornit allowing herself to get too attached to the people of Teyvat.

And yet... she gets rather attached to a certain vigilant yaksha.

She wasn't meant to get attached to him obviously.... it's something that was never supposed to happen, after all.. her time in Teyvat was temporary.

At first she was fine with it.... but as they spent more time together, she slowly fell in love with this sweet, gentle, fearless yaksha.... suddenly hearing Xiao call her "Traveler" wasn't enough.

Every now and then she'd get caught up in the fantasy of wondering... Just what would her name sound like coming from his lips....

[tod-mugi]

[thereisabearonmyceiling]

practicing drawing some kisses from random pinterest refs (i know, i know) ft. hsr ships

[theleechyskrunkly]

i was about to congratulate you with a kiss but here's my fist instead👊💥💥👊👊👊👊👊💥👊💥💥👊👊💥💥

and a wonky kiss cause im supposed to be schooling right now

OMFG HOW DID I ONLY SEE THIS RN HELP MY SOUL

LUMI THIS IS SO GRRAT COME HERE LET ME EST YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF RRAAASSHHHHHHHH 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

[aurorahrt]

happy new year tumblr pookies! i love you all very much and i am so grateful to have had such a wonderful 2024 <333

[starteas]

Read your last post and had an image blast into my mind so violently I had to create it

canon

[queenielacy]

Lol I completely forgot Dexter stalked/kidnapped Miz before he joined the Wyatts because Miz never paid him.

[lilarus]

woe, ask upon ye: for the "firsts" asks, how about 15 for Sires, Q and W for Sires and Miraak, and 🤩 for you? 😼

My first ask about Sires 👉👈🫶 Thank you Miss Lumi <3

15. First thing they remember feeling proud of

They're quite a prideful person and insanely confident in themself to boot, but the proudest moment for them, and what they'd count as their first proud moment, was when Misunmar was able to walk from Raseyl to them. It doubled when, in that same day, Raseyl shared with them some of her deepest insecurities and that their words and love and care meant a lot to her in soothing some of them.

Q. First act of non-sexual intimacy (e.g. washing the other's hair, taking a bath together, sharing food)

For Sirestia and Miraak, the very very first act of intimacy was before they were even together. As Master Forger in the Dragon Cult, Sires was alone in their forge, no one else was allowed in. And so, when Miraak entered and was allowed to stay, it was marked as their first sort of intimate time together. Nothing and no one else around, just them two, maskless and talking.

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

I kid. It isn't until the Fourth Era that the two of them fully realize that nothing and no one else will ever be what they want or need. And it takes a sprinkling of death, despair, and desperation to make itself incredibly well known to them. They love each other, they need each other, but it takes being without one another to really cement it.

I think there's a moment where they're lying in bed together, just enjoying the other's company and everything feels right, like everything had finally slid into place and they didn't need anything else.

🤩. First big inspiration for writing (an author? a piece of media? a plot idea?)

So for Sires fic it was because of friends :> I was building on Sirestia (and Haev)'s lore and sorta thought, why not ! I just needed to get my ducks in a row, as wild and free as they were, and crack into it. (Thank you to you 🫵 for being one of them Lumi 🫶)

But my first ever fic was because I was unfortunately in the 1D fandom in my first year of highschool and had the audacity (something I wish I still had). So it was inspired by whatever the hell was going on with Wattpad in 2012, some of my friends either showing me or writing 1D fics, and whatever brain chemistry I had back then that allowed me to think it was good (shout out to that one irl friend of mine who told me she read it (found it organically) and told me it was good. It wasn't, looking back, but I still thank her).

Thank you again Lumi, this was fun to write :3c