💞 anni

#放蛍 #scaralumi

this is one of my favorites of yours!!! the colors and water are amazing 🫶

Still one of my favourite pieces I've done over the last years!
I should do one where they are in Natlan as well o/
#scaralumi #wanlumi

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idk if it’s worth it to repost twt threads here since I should prob just stop being lazy and put them on ao3 😂
but my carrd has links to my fics/threads/brainrots ✍️

I love Xiangli Yao and Rover in the Moon-chasing Festival event aaaaa 😭🫶 #WutheringWaves #yaorover #yaofrover

wanderers of the waking world

Wow scaralumi

Wriolumi 🔞
edging

Scaralumi kinktober doodle🫣💦

#scaralumi ❤️‍🩹

🤝🤝🤝

I cannot find a good balance between “my ADHD requires that I use essentially zero notifications on my phone” and “people want to talk to me on like eight different apps and I constantly forget to check them all ”

[genshin impact modern AU]
part 5/? more kisses 😚😗

#scaralumi #scaramouche #wanderer #wanlumi #lumine

Wriolumi 🔞
Wolf in the woods 🐰🐺

Happy Halloween!
#wriolumi 🎃

ooo...those are...fun 🥴 glad you're okay!!

Castle drawings from past two years. I was particularly inspired by works of Shichiro Kobayashi

Skin prickles when his fingers slide into the open back of her dress- and when he kisses her, it’s reverent.

Careful, as if she was something to be treasured. Delicate, as one might touch the most precious of stars.

Still, it’s warm against hers, gloved grip enveloping her own.

It’s a song she’s never heard, yet the twining arrangement of strings pulls at something in her chest- some forgotten memory, as they sway together in the dim and brass of his office.

“You wore it,” he breathes. Smiling, she does a little twirl- reveling in how his gaze lingers on the flashes of her bare shoulders, the swirl of red silk around her thighs.

He’s out of practice, she thinks, by the way his hand trembles as he sets the needle on the phonograph.

#wriolumi 🐺✨

The summons arrives by courier; flourished ink on creamy paper, tied shut with crimson ribbon.

As Lumine approaches the double doors, Wriothesley's waiting there; a single red rose clutched in his gloved hand, pale eyes lit from within as he watches her approach.

I think one of the worst quirks of online spaces is the idea that if someone doesn't post about something, they don't care about it. It encourages performative posting often makes things worse.

I care a lot. I just don't want to add another poorly-informed voice. I'm reading & thinking.

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