#lumi arts

[lumienyx]

tfw you catch feelings for your fearless leader and need to consult your resident wizard asap, maybe it's some spell side effect that he can cure??

word for word, 100% accurate-i-swear account btw of chapter 9 of touch too much (Astarion/m!Tav)

[sslumibo]

Damian showing off a floor length painting of his fursona

[ciccerone]

Harley and Ivy by Lumie

[majunju]

uni au (w a twist)

[snippit-crickit]

woa! this guy is drawing himself!! (rare progress gif from me, i should make them more often heheee)

+ still ver!!

[pintoras]

Harriet Randall Lumis (American, 1870-1953): Summer Morning (via Bonhams)

[thereisabearonmyceiling]

jiaoqiu just doesn't understand the inherent eroticism of attempted murder

[aleiiii]

oop a lil birthday gift for @lumidotexe 🤠🫵🏼

Been wantin to doodle up Ru, what better way if not for a birthday gift- very fun to draw hehe

Welcome to the 2 year old club 🎉🙈

[calithso]

bun!lumi nd wolf!arle agenda

[starteas]

when you’re close to me 💖

[le-poofe]

Rollin’ around at the speed of slug! 🐌

Had to draw Siona in Thee Sonic Pose(TM) after @starteas blasted Sonic music during a recent stream!

Go show some love to Evan and their show @latgbg !! 🌟

[lumienyx]

There is no escape, no solace from this sore immortal plight, Still I stand here—cold, unchanging—in the shadow of sun’s light.

finished the sketch & wrote a little something to go with it—read the rest on AO3 or below the cut ↓

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The Shadow of Sun's Light

Astarion looks beautiful in the sun. 

Granted, he looks beautiful always. But there’s something a touch more special about that beauty now, such life and joy reflected on the planes of his face. There’s the glint in his eyes, the light playing on his skin, his hint of a smile as he stands there, under the sun’s rays—completely unharmed. He didn’t even notice the sun rise, too caught up in drinking your blood as you both waited to test the artifact you dug up from the deepest, darkest depths of that accursed plane.

Astarion must have felt the warmth, at some point past dawn. Drew away, panic flashing on his face for a split-second before he realized—

It worked.

He stands in the sun, hand in yours, remnant blood trickling from his bottom lip, an exact match for the blood of his eyes.

And he is beyond beautiful, like this. Godlike.  

And you hope to the gods you get this, with him, forever. A life under the sun and all the other stars. Spent together, in love and out of harm’s way.

But that is the future, something so infinitely far from this infinite moment you’ve found yourself in. Now—you simply gaze at him transfixed, and you can’t look away.

You never want to. 

Astarion basks in the rays of the sun, taking deep, unnecessary breaths—he always does so when he’s excited. When there’s no other release for the sheer amount of emotion pent up within him. He stands there and looks at you, with so much adoration and happiness in his eyes you physically feel it warm you, like a fireplace enveloping you in its heat. 

“Thank you,” Astarion says—whispers, his voice low and heavy with unshed tears, “my love, thank you.”

“We did this together,” you remind him, “I’m glad I could help—”

Astarion cuts you off with a kiss, lest—gods forbid—you fail to take all the credit for the effort. 

You let him, drawing him closer into a tight embrace, his closeness intoxicating. His skin is, as ever, cool and comforting against yours. He seems intent to kiss the life out of you, and you would allow it without a second thought. You melt into it, mirroring the motions of his mouth, feeling the salty tinge of your own blood as he drinks deep from you, now, in a completely different way. Empties you of all worrisome and troubling thoughts, leaving only pleasure tingling along your body.

You draw away for one of those pesky breaths you need to take, your eyes opening a fraction to see the almost melodic interplay of shadow and light on Astarion’s face. As you lean in back for more, infinitely more, you’re reminded of the engraving in the artifact, once belonging to some mythical vampire ages past. 

It was a simple-looking yet intricately enchanted sunstone meant to be ingrained right into the skin to give its bearer immunity against any damage from any kind of light. The previous owner’s message was simple, melancholy and hopeful in equal measure:

There is no escape, no solace from this sore immortal plight,

Still I stand here—cold, unchanging—in the shadow of sun’s light.

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thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed it❤️

[sslumibo]

found this sketch I forgor about :))

[natsmagi]

holding the world in her hands

[majunju]

some notes

[snippit-crickit]

WE'VE MADE FIRST CONTACT STAY CALM EVERYBODY11 feat. lumi, the powerful extraterrestrial worm with no string this was really fun to make i hope to make more because i am in love with this workflow