#oc - lumie

[bblgumgum]

in the alley 

[kayzis]

alternative means of income

[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

[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 🎉🙈

[alopex26]

Fashion study of my sona Lumi

Alternate version:

[latgbg]

Official guide for Gastropodians, one of species featured in Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy! 💫🐌

Ever wanted to make your own Lumi OC with one of the main cast’s species? Now you can; with the first guide of ours being Gastropodians, Siona’s species!

[gtzel]

Meet the newest addition to the OC world, Adien and Lumi!

Adien is a pirate, who sails the seas with his fellow crew mates in search of great treasure! Lumi is a lost fae who somehow ended up on Adien’s ship, and is now adapting to life as a sailor, without getting spotted!

[starteas]

Hi, I’m Evan! Im a digital artist, animator and creator of the independent animated pilot Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy. I draw all kinds of goofy art, and am currently looking for work! Please feel free to explore my work below!

I also have commissions open where you can support me! ☕️❤️

Art Tag | Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy | My Ko-Fi | My Portfolio | My Instagram | My Twitter

Thank you for visiting!

[shiningqueen]

I'll say everything and nothing. / NSFW Mihawk x afab!reader

WELL, I turned my sad thoughts into smut. Lowkey this is definitely just Fay-coded because I'm a simp. Just written in second tense for practice, also for inclusiveness for others to enjoy.

rating: NSFW / explicit / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT cw: PinV intercourse, not many explicit terms used otherwise. characters: Mihawk x afab!reader

You have never said I love you.

It is not for a lack of wanting, or the absence of such ardent feelings. You loved deeply, fully, with everything you could possibly give.

There is something to those three words that stick in your throat. The depth of their meaning and implications, the almost taboo nature of uttering them openly to your beloved. You cant say them. Not yet. Not yet.

Even now, bare flesh and tangled in sheets and skin with the hot luff of mingled breaths between you, impassioned and thrumming with ecstasy; you do not speak them. You mouth silent words against his sweat slick collarbone, vision lost to darkness as your mind swam hazy with euphoria. It is never those words but you imagine imprinting synonymous phrases on his flesh. Admissions of adoration and praise, terms of endearment that meant so much more beyond 'lover' or 'darling.' Secrets scarcely given oxygen to be formed as your lips grazed up along his throat -

Until a firm hand gripped your hair and pulled you back, forcing your eyes open to meet the piercing stare of Dracule Mihawk.

"Eyes on me, starling." The rough drawl of his voice is thick with wanting, eyes eclipsed to the first dark ring with a thin rim of gold remaining. His fist in your hair is firm but still gentle and the steady rhythm of his hips grinding between your spread thighs slows to an almost torturous pace. A groan tearing from his throat as he savors the slick drag of your bodies together.

Mihawk is ravenous for the way you come apart for him, so raw and desperate are the hitched sounds you make and the earnest expressions on your face are forever ingrained in his mind. As you whine and writhe beneath him in wanton throes, he leans down to taste the salt-sweet sweat beading along your throat and pinches his teeth into your pulse point. The resulting full body convulsion that tears through you, paired with the strangled sound caught in your vocal chords, has him growling.

"Beautiful," he sighs with reverent indulgence, gaze flickering to your flushed face and parted lips in time to catch them utter some unknown phrase. He kisses whatever breath remains in your lungs away, errantly thinking about all the other instances he'd caught you mumbling phrases and words in another language. He never heard them, it was only your mouth forming consonants and vowels but never giving them actual voice.

He keeps his thrusts languid and unhurried, slides his free hand along your thigh and hikes it up higher against his hip, so he can sink deeper into the warmth of your core. "Tell me," Mihawk murmurs against your mouth, "what is that you are trying to say, querida?" The endearment slips out like honey, laced with his deep seated affection for you.

You choke on a sound, a word, you aren't certain. Every nerve is firing off with endorphins as you lay there trapped beneath him, feeling the shift of his muscles beneath your hands as they wander over him. "F-feels good," you manage to stutter out, because those other words are still glued onto the back of your tongue. They wont dare come forth, even if he tormented you all night, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion but never over it.

"Mhmm," Mihawk hums his agreement, relishing in the pleasurable throb at the base of his spine every time he sinks into you, still in absolutely no hurry to chase his end. He knows you're lying to him. The tangle of his fingers in your hair loosens and he glides that hand over the curve of your jaw, along your neck and down to your clavicle in a doting stroke. "What else, songbird?" He prompts, palm cupping your breast with his thumb circling the peaked nub of your nipple. You keen at the touch and eagerly roll your hips up against his, eyes rolling to stare blankly at the ceiling.

"Mihawk," his name is a whimper, wanting to drown in the pulse of euphoria but damn, the seductive husk of his voice is threatening to unwind that damned confession from its prison.

The swordsman makes another wondering sound, "Yes, mi vida? Let me hear you."

Your thighs spasm when you feel his hand drift further downwards to start rubbing tight circles against the bud of your arousal, a desperate cry making your lungs hurt from the force behind it. When your sight returns to his face, the intensity of his expression makes your navel clench in a delightful way. "Stars," you gasp and dig blunt nails into his bicep. Finally you dare to utter just one of the phrases you'd long been using in place of 'I love you.'

"[You are my everything.]"

It was nonsense to Mihawk, as he didnt fully understand the foreign language you spoke but he could gleam the sincerity in them, the raw ardor in their shaky pronounciation. He doesnt let up on touching you fevrently, the pace of his thrusts quickening just enough. "And what-" he trails kisses along your jaw to the shell of your ear, "does that mean, dear?" His breath is warm and damp as it rushes out from between his lips.

"Hah," you chuff, squirming as your climax rises up with every passing moment, "it means, exactly what is said."

It wasnt the answer he was looking for, but he couldnt deny enjoying the clever way you had with words, even in bed. However, any further attempts to coax honesty from you are abandoned for the moment, lost beneath the rising tide of orgasm that takes you both in succession. You tip over first- twitching and clutching at him fiercely, incoherent from the overstimulation. Mihawk groans in the wake of you clenching so tightly around him, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

You embrace him when he settles his weight over your chest, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as your breathing and pulse slowly steady. Letting the haze of desire dissipate with every heartbeat.

Later - after you separate and clean up, wrapping around each other under the covers, Mihawk nips playfully at your shoulder. You giggle and pinch him in retort, but he surprises you when he repeats those same foreign words you'd muttered before. Not mimicked quite perfectly but the attempt is there.

"Do you.. Even know what you're saying?" You ask softly, throat tight.

He hums, repeats the phrase slower, a pensive crease in his dark brows. "I have an idea of their meaning." A pause and then, "Will you ever tell me?"

Mihawk stares at you imploringly, with an edge of knowing in his bright eyes, but you only smile secretly and lean in to kiss him sweetly. "One day, I might be persuaded." You tell him impishly.

"Persuaded?" He echoes wryly and squeezes you closer to him, "As you wish, starling."

[edsanon]

I don’t know what to post anymore but hey, finally falling short on HH art !

Cursed cat Alastor my beloved

Alastor doesn’t like this cursed thing

Lumi adores it tho

Fun fact : that second cursed cat is actually the very first art I’ve ever made of HH, so yeah.

[meru90]

oc's that i haven't drawn in so many years i forgor their names....

[bblgumgum]

lumie🪐✨💫

[toonilumi]

why the long face, lukah?

[snippit-crickit]

itzzz been a while,,, Lumi the worm, in all of their fuzzyness

[kaopiak]

Lapin & Lumi - robot siblings who model for a brand called MoonPhase and MoonLanding

[chicinlicin]

for a wol question about body types, i'll take any excuse to make another character chart :3

what is your wol's figure/build? their thoughts on their appearance?

rune is bulky for an elezen, mix of fat and muscle, they're very happy and confident with how they look.

lumi is fit and buff, she can lift. she puts more thought into function than looks.

aina is a bit bottom heavy, she takes a lot of pride in her appearance and is a bit vain.

figuring out how to make a buff lalafell is hard ffffhfkjfhfkfffj where does the muscle go