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Aether just found his sister and she didn't even ask about him๐ข
โโง ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ถ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐:
โ hi guys i'm bored ๐ฅน๐ง
*after meeting freminet* lumine: *slams adoptions papers on the table* your my son now :) *lyney being held back by blank faced lynette* NO- freminet: *nervous confusion*
Started playing Genshin impact and I loved It! So drew Lumine. I'm really bad with complicated designs though, I should train more
I DIDNT THINK IT WOULD LET ME NAME HIM THAT
I canโt be the only one who thinks this cookie herta made looks like Lumine from genshin impact
DID WE FINALLY GET A DIFFERENT OUTFIT FROM LUMINE AND PAIMON I NEED THAT AS A PLAYABLE SKIN PLS HOYOVERSE
Just played genshin recently and I am inlove โจ
Webtoon: Lumine
LUMINE HEADCANON
YOU CAN NOT TELL ME LUMINE DOESN'T LIKE HIS EARS AND TAIL TO BE TOUCHED. They're sensitive and very important to him, his bio mom used to touch his ears and tail as a soothing matter, and when his adoptive father and aunt got him, they did the same thing. That's why he only let's people close to him touch them. On screen, Kody never really touches them, but sometimes, when Kody needs to relax or get very emotional, Lumine allows him to touch them and after the months and years go on them on the run together, etc. Kody touches Lumine's ears and tails more, and Lumine is completely pliant and calm. Kody also compliments his eyes a lot (just a small random headcanon), so when he got hurt, he was a bit upset that the compliments would be gone but he's glad his ears and tail weren't banged up as bad as his eye.
someone came into my world and taught me how to get a glitch where paimon walks around with you like a seelie and i got some banger pictures
and lumine tpose for good measure
the girlies summer vacation ๐ซงหห๐ขึดเป๐ทอึโงห.๐ง๐ปโโ๏ธ featuring scara i guess
this year's summer event cast are a funny mix! happy go lucky girls and then there's mr. grumpy lmao #itsnotaphasemom
Lumine, to Childe: You make a pinky promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinky promise, I snap your neck.
Childe:
Lumine: I figured you wouldnโt care enough if I threw you on ice.
I see your โprotective big bro aetherโ and raise you this
Feat Aether, but heโs the number one chilumine shipper.
Feat Lumine, finding Aether and hoping heโll go all protective big bro to finally get her to snap out of her weird tsundere love face and kick Childeโs ass properly only to find out he more than approves.
Aether: Heโs rich, Heโs hot, Heโs thoughtful- what more could you want???
Lumine: HEโS PART OF THE FATUI
Aether: Tsk, minor detail
Lumine: HEโS (probably) COMMITED CRIMES
Aether: I mean, who doesnโt like crime?
Lumine: HE LITERALLY TRIES TO FIGHT ME EVERY WEEK
Aether: Is there anything more romantic than the heat of battle?
Lumine: YOUโRE SUPPOSED TO BEAT HIM UP FOR ME
Aether: Why? You can do that yourself.
Lumine:
Aether: lisTEN, EITHER YOU WOMAN UP AND ADMIT YOU LIKE HIM OR I MARRY HIM BECAUSE GOD DAMN-
i like to think that as our journey goes on, our traveler does subtle things to try and keep "pieces" of their twin's appearance with them, like lumine growing out her hair and maybe aether cutting his so they can remember each other ๐ซถ
Confessions Of Memories. | โข 7.
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Days had started overlapping with blurred faces and rotting emotions that dried on the hill that was her memories. Her feet could only remember one dance, and that was to shuffle around the room of scrolls and books. Her mind was clattered, rearranging the books in pointless positions.
"You've been so mindless, gosh! Take a week off, that should be enough." Her co-worker sighed.
Please don't fire me.
I'm ting my best. I promise.
The sun made its way down the sky as she left, leaving her key with them. Her body was as heavy as broken heart. Her eyes were burdened with bags of dis-ease, yet empty with confusion.
One person was to be forgotten, yet they kept disappearing. No matter how many wishes of her mother's she pushed herself to fix, she was still left forgotten.
She slid the door open, letting her hair down. She glanced at the hairpins, hopelessly rolling them around in her hands. The house smelt of burnt rice, the flowers that grew outside dulled without water. Maybe she could tidy the house.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her body just felt too heavy.
"Jiji? Are you there?" Xiao asked softly, peering his head through.
He saw her, quietly glancing at the window he was perching on. He exhaled in relief, his eyebrows relaxing.
"What's wrong?"
"I wanted to come and personally thank you, but you weren't there."
"Just, my memory has gotten foggy."
Are you beginning to forget me?
"Ah." He stopped.
"Yeah."
His hand clenched, his lips twitching with a frown. His heart choked in his chest.
Summer.
The hot night wafted the area with a starless night, and a lonely moon. The wind brushed his scent onto her. She smiled, despite her chest aching. The emotional agony was sitting at the back of her mind, the dull reality of her eternal life being paused by his presence.
He brushed kissed her forehead, as if to kiss her doubts away.
Of course it could never work.
But, she'd like to pretend. The temporary feeling that grew, only had so much space.
"Please stay, Xiao."
"Call my name, whenever you need me." He looked at her once more, his hand resting on her head softly.
With that, the wind that burst around her left only a hint of him in the room. Once again, she was alone.
Her bed made her hostile. What nightmare was on the menu tonight? Whether it was marble or molded faces, she didn't want to see it. What could she do? Beg?
"Mei?"
"Who else brings you to the beach?" She chuckled.
"This is your favourite moment at the beach, isn't it?"
The sun spiralled into the ocean, the sky tinted with setting grey. The sand was cold, and damp. The small rocks were littered across the vast area. Her face was missing once again, but she could see her expression.
It was smothered.
"You have a good memory." Mei pranced.
"Sometimes,"
Sometimes I can't remember want I want to.
"Sometimes?"
"It feels like a curse."
"How can having a good memory be a curse?"
Li looked felt her eyes burn, as she grabbed Mei's arm, her grip pleading.
"Because whatever I remember never makes me happy." She sniffled.
"It's tiring. I'm forgetting everyone. I don't want to. I don't want to!" Her voice was absolute, the beach dead with her resolve, Mei silent.
She sighed, patting her head.
"How much happiness are you going to sacrifice?"
You don't have to live like this.
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Confessions Of Memories. | โข 4.
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Mine never wanted me.
My father is something of a dead myth, and my mother was a criminal.
A perfect upbringing for me really.
Li Jing looked to the unfinished diary entry, the words burning through her pupils. Her eyes constricted, as she cradled herself, shoving it away with her foot. She scrunched her raven strands in her fist, as she chewed on her lip.
XXXX
My dream got eaten last night..
But I'm recovering.
"Xiao wasn't responsible, was he?" She sighed, to no-one in particular.
That was the truth. The secret that she so desperately needed to tell him. To at least chip away at his guilt- even slightly - wasn't possible. He would never know, because she would never tell him.
XXXX
I don't want to stay with her.
The page lay unfinished.
The next week after the entry, Li Jing was alone.
Loneliness plagued her life without hesitance. She dragged herself through a path that only led to more loss. Yet if she stopped, she would betray her mother. Being loyal to her mother was the only thing she needed.
She wished.
Li Jing shuffled to the door, quiet as she looked to the dawn that was illuminating him. Xiao was perched there, like his usual self. His breaths paced, body stiffly stuck in one place. She sat beside him, watching the sun glide over the debris of the moon.
"You really need to relax sometimes." She glanced at him.
"Hmph. And where's the time for that? Liyue isn't a place for rest."
"Then where is?"
Xiao hummed, looking to her arms. Her arms, were probably warm. But they had also probably forgotten him.
"Well what about you then?"
"History doesn't rest, so I can't either."
"Promise me you'll rest." His eyes clicked with her own, his tone soft.
"I'll keep the promise if you rest as well."
"Fine."
He leaned forward. He hesitated. With her eyes screwed shut, a soft warmth was pressed to her head, his sleeve dragging across the wood as he retracted. Li Jing's cheeks flushed, as her heart was pierced with ache once more.
"What are you guys doing?" The Traveller looked up to them, sleepy and worn with leftover fatigue. Xiao arched his brow, gracefully landing infront of the Traveller. Li Jing took the stairs down.
She linked arms with the Traveller, leading them away from him.
"The book you picked wasn't easy."
"Why?"
"The memories of the author are dead. None of their memories were clear."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I'll need to meet this village's historian."
She brushed her hair rapidly, taking her two hairpins out of her side pocket.
"Who gave you those hairpins?"
"These? Oh."
"One is from Xiao."
Her face flushed red with fever. Days were blurring together as she looked to the outside, which had a quiet pond. The only thing keeping the days apart was Xiao.
His eyebrows were furrowed. Xiao leaned closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her head. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, the cold cloth on her head slightly aiding her.
"Get well soon, please." He murmured, placing a hairpin in her hand.
She held his hand, a soft smile glazing her face.
"The other is from my best friend."
The summer sun was set on the water, as they padded through the sand, their arms gritty with wet sand. She paused, dirting her dress as she searched for an item.
"Mei your dress!"
" My mom doesn't care. Here! I got us matching hairpins! "
"What'd she look like?"
"I can't remember."
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"I remember you! You must be the village historian?" Li Jing quipped.
"Yes, it's an honour to meet someone who has been documenting for centuries."
Her chest creaked with unease. She looked at his dark eyes, chuckling lightly.
"You knew the author?"
"Quite well actually. She passed on just a decade ago."
"I hoped she lived well."
"She did, being the great- granddaughter of Honghui. "
"Honghui?"
"I'm going to marry Hui! "
"You're only ten!"
Mei huffed, crossing her arms.
"True love doesn't wait, does it?"
"I can't believe she's dead. She was only 18!"
"Honghui is so distraught, he won't even leave his study."
"Yeah, he's an old name now. His tale is quite sad- moving on, you needed information for the book?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Make yourself at home."
"I'll be leaving in fifteen minutes, it's really not necessary."
She shuffled, tucking her sleeves to her side. The man glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her. Li Jing let her eyes fall to the table.
"No need to rush."
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Confessions Of Memories. | โข 3.
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Li Jing wished she hadn't taken the route.
She feared for him.
Of course he had lived hundreds of centuries that had built his immunity to wounds, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.
"We'll get to rest soon." She said subconsciously to the two.
Xiao nodded, whilst the Traveller was silent. Who is Mei? They looked to Li Jing, who beamed at them. They looked to the path again.
Li Jing was greeted by a little girl as they finally got to the circular village. The girl tugged on her sleeve.
"Are you staying over again? Everyone missed you. You barely visit after last year's Spring!"
Li Jing chuckled lightly. Her face fell flat, as she beckoned for the two to follow her. The path curved into a lively place, one of yellow hues and humble faces. As they settled in, she couldn't make contact with him.
He remembered; she could feel it in her swollen soul.
"So why did they need you right now? Couldn't they have asked someone else?" He murmured.
Li Jing looked at him for a moment before bursting out with laughter.
"I didn't know you whined." She pinched his cheek, prompting him to scoff.
He buried his head in the nape of her neck, his hands firmly around her waist. She hummed, filling in the last of her scroll. His affection was a plea for her attention. The ink finally finishing. They walked through the back of the village, leaving them to the stars.
His head laid in her lap, she stroked his hair. The moon smiled at the two, willing them to be together.
Except they weren't. The sunset stuck in the sky, unwilling to move for them. She dropped her things in her room, kicking it in so the door could close. The dust stuttered in the air as the door settled in place, leaving the three of them in the open area.
The birds chirped, the crows squawked.
"Make yourselves at home- for now."
"Going somewhere?" Xiao asked gently.
"Mhm. I won't take long."
She didn't have to walk far to find the rounded mound of grass and mold, littered with broken white roses and unfailing snow. Sunrays lulled on the grass, quietly expecting Li Jing.
She kneeled beside the mound, her hands curled up into delicate fists. The snow dampened her dress, as she scraped at the snow to mold a heart. She placed it ontop, and stood.
"I wish I could remember your face."
The path she walked back was one that left her empty, and senseless. She stepped back into the room, unravelling her hair. She placed her hairpins on her table. Li Jing stretched out the scroll, placing a weight on either end.
She loaded the ink.
There was a faint growl, one of pain. She paused, hearing the scraping of wood. Li Jing approached his room, his hoarse breathes filling the room.
A smooth wave of paralysis unclosed around her, hand outreached.
She hummed, like she would always do. She would just have to improvise for the harp that wasn't being played. Her throat grew brittle, as she stood from a distance, waiting for him to show any signs of relaxing.
His shoulders drooped.
A heavy silence filled the room, as they failed to make eye contact.
"I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need anything."
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He poured hot water on the herbs, carrying it to her study. His hand hovered over the handle. Either way, he would still find her in her study, her hair like a black curtain over the book. He placed it beside her.
"Oh, thank you."
"How is the book coming?"
"Finding the memories that fit with this book isn't as easy as I thought."
"Maybe you need a break then."
She smiled to herself, closing the book as he sat opposite of her. She glanced into the glass, the hued water letting the petals fall to the bottom.
"...Sorry. I'm sorry for saying that. " She murmured.
Xiao crumpled his face, and turned to the side. What was he to say? I don't have feelings anyway. I don't deserve them.
"You don't need to apologise for that."
Her face grew faint, as she took a sip. As her tongue burned, she realized just how much she want to tell him. She wanted to tell him the truth.
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Borrowing town memories was easy. Yet, as she sat in the place where the author once was, she could not remember. In fact, she was beginning to forget. Her eyes dulled, waiting for midnight to strike.
"It must be difficult being a historian. You constantly ignore your life to record others."
Li Jing looked at the Traveller. She smiled gracefully, fixing her posture.
"You could look at it like that. I like to look at it like an escape."
The Traveller sat beside them, resting their hands in their lap.
"I wanted to ask,"
"Who's Mei?"
"I'm not ready to answer that." She faltered, fiddling with her fingers.
"Is that why did you become a historian?"
"That wasn't because of her. I'm just naturally indebted to Liyue."
"Naturally." They thought to themselves.
"You're lucky to have a fate of your own." She chuckled.
The Traveller quipped a brow, to find Li Jing's gaze averted to the sky.
You're lucky,
To have parents who wanted you.
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Confessions Of Memories. |โข 2.
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The night had drooled over the residue of day, leaving them to head there themselves. Xiao paced ahead, leaving the Traveller and Li Jing in his dust. A dull ache rested in her chest from seeing only the back of him.
The flowers bloomed before them, as she gently clutched his hand. He stood stifly next to her, as she scanned the garden for a specific flower. Her hand slipped out of his own, as she sat amongst them. Her hands fumbled with the flower stems, until she reappeared.
"Kneel."
He didn't need to hesitate. Buckled down to one knee and she rested the flower crown on his head. The white petals frittered amongst his dark hair. She kneeled down to his level, smiling at him. He intertwined their hands, leaning in.
Yet it wasn't summer.
It was the cold of night, and her shoulder was throbbing with the pain of a bag weighed with books and scrolls alike.
Her lips twinged with yearning. Her eyes fell to ground, the small hope she once held diminished with a simple memory that lay in their restless wake.
"How'd you know Xiao?"
She looked over to the curious Traveller, burdened with their own weight. She squeezed a smile on her face, looking at the back of Xiao's head. Li Jing exhaled.
"We've known each other for a while."
The Traveller nodded their head sympathetically.
Xiao looked to the ground, his jaw tensed.
He wanted to stay. Anything to erase the lonely century he had spent. There was something that made her immovable in his memory. The seasons could blur, but he could remember her. How her face curved, how her gums would show when he tried to be humorous.
Only to lose her.
Wangshu Inn stood bright in the fog, as they hurried in.
They dispersed to their rooms, leaving the soft patter of rain to calm the souls that rested inside.
Her head sunk into the pillow, leaving her to sit vacantly.
A small wheezing came from his lungs, resting in her arms. His mellow smile faded with the words she couldn't hear. The suns in his eyes set, as the snow fell on his sorrowful sight.
Another body lay on their stomach, their death quiet. Her hair brown and dampened by the snow. A hand rested on her shoulder, patting her with a lack of affection. She looked to her blank face, her arms muddy with red.
Her m-
She gasped awake, clutched her bedsheets as her skin shedded thick bullets of sweat. Her heart throbbed, jolting her ribs.
Is this the curse of being immortal?
To ache?
She gingerly placed her feet down on the carpet, throwing on a robe. She creaked across the hallway, exhaling as she got to the balcony.
The small click of metal startled her.
His eyes clicked with his own. Xiao's eyebrows furrowed. He looked away. Xiao looked out to the town below, the rain twinkled like stars. If she left now, it would only emphasize the damage. If she stayed, she'd have to endure the silence she had placed there.
"Did you cry?" He pondered.
She glanced at him.
"Your eyes - they're puffy."
She hummed softly, barely audible.
"I just had a nightmare, that's all."
They stood quietly, their hands brushing against each others.
He tried. He really did. But, her eyes held a heartbreak that was unfixable. His body was full of ache. He ached before he met her. He used to be the love of her life. It was clear he didn't deserve to be. Thousands of deaths that clinged to him was dragging him with them.
Is this retribution?
"Jiji, you should get some rest."
He looked over to her limp state. He sighed, scooping her up in his arms. He sat by her side, unravelling her bun. Her hair sprawled around the bed, wisps covering her face. The cold air seeped into his lungs, and he couldn't help but sleep.
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Dawn came and the only evidence of him being there was his soft, mild scent. She stayed there quietly, inhaling her pillow. She separated herself from her bed, and eventually sat with the two. The Traveller tried to read her inscribed scrolls, their face pruning with wrinkles. She chuckled nervously, tapping her cheek.
"It's illegible, isn't it?"
The Traveller quickly dismissed her words, excuses being mounted into a mess. Xiao sighed, drawing them back to silence. His eyes were averted, looking over her sprawled scrolls.
"The book has been around for a long time, and should've probably be burnt by fire." Li Jing pondered, squeezing her notes into a small handheld notebook.
"So the book is protected?"
She nodded, avoiding looking up.
"Luckily I had a lead before we left. An old lady I know has links to a man who has the family archive of these books."
"Is that the Mei you were referring to?"
Li Jing was quiet, the restless noise of other customers filling the void. Her pen harshly drilled through the crisp page.
How could she respond? If she told them now, they wouldn't be able to get the letters, and she'd be a failure and looked down on with disdain. If anyone found out about her she'd be a disappointment to her mother.
She didn't want to disappoint her mother.
"Jiji?"
Her mother trusted her.
"Li Jing."
She trusted her.
Oh, she couldn't. If anyone found out she was cu-
"Li Jing!" Xiao snapped.
She looked at him, quiet with embarrassment. The table sat uncomfortably between them, until she chuckled lightly.
"Sorry, I live in my head too much- anyways, the shortcut will save us some time. We don't have to walk too far at all." She dismissed herself from the table.
The Traveller looked to Xiao, their eyes bleeding with confusion. Xiao looked at him, exhaling softly.
"Mei...That name is important to her. I'd advise you to stop saying it so much."
The Traveller nodded to themself, flustered with the oblivious mistake.
Mei,
Is she dead?
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Stars and What They Could Be
(A Genshin Star!Twins Oneshot)
Aether and Lumine were a pair of stars.
Lumine is brightness, illumination. She shines bright enough to fill the void with soothing light. Unrestrained, she burns everything that turns her way.
Aether is the space between the sky and the heavens. He is the gap between atoms, the space where time wavers, the gateway from the mortal to the immortal realm. With nothing to fill him, he is a grey void, empty of any soul and spirit.
Together, they complete each other. Aether gives Lumine a space to shine; Lumine gives Aether life and love. Without the other, they spiral into despair. Aether becomes a drained husk of a person. Lumine burns herself out until there is nothing left.
For as long as they have existed, they were together. They were born in the blurry beginning nothing-everything of the multiverse; they were built into the entropy of life itself.
Aether and Lumine are not the pair of twins that fell onto Teyvat, not entirely. The twins are a part of them, a human form to observe and learn about everything they can. Their bodies, despite being made of starlight and pure intent, and still made to imitate the most common lifeform in any world. Constrained into a biological shell, they cannot contain all of the existing power they hold. Instead, they act as a conduit that can shape and alter the worlds they visit.
The multiverse is vast and ever-changing. At any given time, there could be hundreds, millions, trillions of Lumine and Aetherโs, whether they seem like it or not. They are the universeโs way of monitoring the various worlds and keeping the system running. If they find an issue, they interfere. If they find something interesting, they are free to explore as they please. As long as they are doing their job in some capacity, they are completely autonomous.
The form they take and the experiences they have impact them. While all Lumine and Aether units are inherently identical at the time of their creation, nothing remains the same throughout interaction. They create personalities, relationships, preferences, quirks, and so many other little details that make them unique to each other. Some see their counterpart as a sibling, some a friend, some a lover, and some even an enemy. Many even simply treat the other as a coworker, despite their endless amount of time with them.
But this isnโt about them. This is about our Lumine and Aether; a pair of twins who fell onto Teyvat and witnessed the greatest injustice of their time. When they attempted to leave, they were stopped, and now they are playing a complex and ever-changing game of gods and allogenes.
Well, Aether isnโt. Aether is on his cottagecore arc.
The universe is built on entropy, and in the end, that is all they are.
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this oneshot is a sort-of "prequel" to my ongoing fic on ao3 (specifically built off the "aether is on his cottagecore arc) ^-^ if anyone happens to be interested, my username is the same as my tumblr. have a good day!
There's nothing like chilumi to make you get into digital art
I'd say not bad for a first attempt
I feel like chilumi would genuinely fall asleep listening to asmr together. Do they cuddle and stuff? Occasionally yes. Do they argue about what kind of asmr to listen to for the night? Absolutely. They would genuinely just sleep next to eachother, holding hands, and sleep listening to very soothing asmr. I honestly love that for them.
I had this idea of what chilumi would be as a tattoo (also not sure if this counts as minimalist or even semi-minimalist. My friend says it's a minimalist design but idk)
4.1 feeding us beautifully with chilumi and yet we still dont know wtf happened to him bro went for a tea party with a whale and forgot to set a reminder to come back fr fr