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@tinylethologicaâs oneshots on ao3 pLEASE i am not okay, calebć§ć§ will be the death of me đđ
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Hello, i love your " False awakening" fic and was wondering if you feel like ever continuing it. It has a lot of potential. Of course only come back to it if you feel like doing it
hm, i do think it has the potential for a sequel, but i also feel like the way that i would go about it would be similar enough to canon, if that makes sense? it would probably be lumine breaking out of the cycle, defeating him, him erasing his memories etc etc
like i love the way that canon wrote how they continued their relationship enough already, and i don't know if i'll bring anything new to the table other than rewriting canon into fic format and adding new bits (especially intrigued by the idea of wanderer and lumine travelling together,,, i feel like i'd write maybe wanderer ends up all the way in the desert or in port ormos or something, and lumine finds him, brings him with her to inazuma etc etc), but the overall way their relationship progresses, i'd keep the same as canon. i'm just quite in love with how canon had the hate-acceptance thing going on.
though of course, if i was to continue it in the same vein as canon, it would still carry a lot more baggage oweing to the dream they were both dreaming,,, lot more angst lol. especially the aftermath of waking up, which interests me. so yeah, while i don't think i'd write a sequel, i was quite into the idea of an epilogue afteward perhaps? but i'm a bit burnt out from genshin (and fandom in general to be honest), so that idea will have to just remain brainrots here haha. but i'm very glad i saw this ask, and that you liked the fic so much!! honestly made the sleepless nights writing that fic so worth it,,, i think it's probably one of my favourites to date so far for this pairing
cross-talk (scaralumi)
"Do you want any?" Lumine brandishes the spoon like a sword, waving it in his face.
Wanderer scoffs. "You're offering me food that I cooked," he says. "And on my birthday, no less?"
Lumine rolls her eyes. "You could have just said 'no.'"
Her response is irritating enough that when she brings up the spoonful of rice to her mouth, he grabs her wrist and brings it to his instead, ignoring her squawk of surprise.
Wanderer chews on the chazuke, letting the taste of bitter tea flood his mouth. It's...
"Not bad," he allows.
Lumine looks at him flatly. "You're just praising yourself now. Egotistical much?"
"It's my birthday," he points out.
"Yes, yes," Lumine says, exasperated, reaching across the table with a napkin. "You sure like reminding me of the fact, huh?"
And Wanderer only stares as she wipes away the stray grain of rice at his lips. As if he's a child. As if he's the same as the little flying thing she kept as her companion.Â
He's not sure if he likes this comparison.
"It's my birthday," he says slowly.
"Again with this?"
"It's my birthday, but you haven't given me a present."
"You said you didn't want anything! Don't make me out to be the bad guy here."
"I change my mind," Wanderer says, reaching across the table just as she'd done, but there is no napkin, no intent of anything like cleaning.
His fingers wind around a strand of her hair, gently tugging. Lumine stiffens. Her eyes, startled, flashing like coins rolled onto the ground, catching sunlight at just the right angle. He revels in it. "It's okay," Wanderer murmurs. "I know exactly how you can make it up to me."
reposted from twitter.
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"You betrayed me once," Lumine spits out, and she brandishes her sword as though sheâs seen an enemy. The sister to the Abyss Prince, and the difference between the twins is almost laughable. How far sheâs strayed from its Prince, and yet, how close she is becoming.Â
âAt the end, perhaps youâll see,â The Thing Calling Itself "Enjou" says, wrapping its palm around her blade, unflinching as steel bites into palm, the burning sensation of sun-poison seeping into the wound. Unlike her brother, she is too bright for the abyss. For now. âThen youâll learn what true betrayal is, traveller.â
Because, one day, one fateful day, the abyss will swallow the light in her starlit eyes too.
Enjou looks forward to it.
#Barbie (2023)
From a prompt I got on twitter. Scaralumi, a kiss in a moment of desperation. Scaramouche just wanted Lumine to be with him, even if he was a Harbinger. Even if he killed her friend, Teppei. He deserves every ounce of her anger.
somnio, ergo sum (scaralumi)
contains: sexual themes, dub-con/non-con, bondage, not sfw author's notes: originally posted as a threadfic on twitter; might move the rest of them here soon and organize into a masterlist
Lumine wakes up with a gasp, and the world is pitch blackânot for a lack of light, per se, but because she canât open her eyes. A blindfold has been slung over her eyes, the cloth silk soft. Tied tight enough that shaking her head does nothing.Â
Goosebumps prickle on her neck, the entirety of her body exposed to cool air. Her wrists have been bound, pulled above her head with something that feels like chains. Her ankles too, manacled together with cold steel. She tries to get to her feet, but the chain between the shackles is too short to support the motion. Lumine falls to her knees, yelping at the brutal impact of the wooden floor on her shin. She rolls her jaws, taking stock of the situation. Sheâs naked. Bound. Helpless.Â
What the hell is happening?Â
The last she remembers, sheâd fallen asleep next to Paimon after settling down for the night. Theyâd been on their way to Caravan Ribat after solving Nahidaâs cryptic message: even in a moonless night, a shower of starlight can still drown out illusions and lies.Â
But the stone floor beneath her is not the soft forest earth she remembers setting up camp on.Â
Ah I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude about pointing it out T^T Hyv will pay for always taking Lumine away from every promotional materials >: How did you get into writing for Lumine, cause I can't imagine getting into that mindset for Aether unless it's abyss Aether
oh my gosh anon you weren't being rude at all!! i was being self-deprecating toward myself,,, it's a running joke that i mald a lot over not having lumine despite liking her very much haha. i'm just rlly happy to see her in the bday arts cause iirc she wasn't in them before? but i agree, it gets annoying seeing her not in promo materials even when i have aether, because it kinda just cements the idea that hyv doesn't care as much about her? imo, anyway, because i have an entire bag full of rants regarding this.
as for writing traveller lumine vs aether, emmm, i'm the same tbh? i don't write aether a lot because well. they're kinda similar aren't they? we could talk semantics about the subtle differences in their voicelines/expressions but at the end of the day, their part in the archon quests have the same dialogue, the same decisions,,, i think interpretations for them could be the same, so at the end of the day, it just comes down to personal preference of which gender you preferâso for me, i, uh, like female characters more lol. not really in like a self-insert way, but just like the "you are very pretty and i love your characterization" kinda way. so i make content for lumine because i have every specific tastes and i need to feed myself LOL
You don't have Lumine?
YEAH HAHA,,, I was stupid enough to look up which twin I should choose outâand saw that the marketing materials featured aether, not lumine. wish I could go back in time and whip my ass,,,l I think about this fact every time I look at my aether... which is why I jailed him in the basement... don't need a reminder sigh
beiguang drabble, non-vision au
âYou donât understand,â the woman in front of Beidou says, someone that Beidou would like to call a friend, exceptâ
Beidou slams her hands on the table. âNingguang!âÂ
The table remains valiantly defiant against the full force of Beidouâs rage. The legs do not topple, though the intricate woodwork statue atop the table shivers, lacquered carmine red shakingâcut from the same shake of Ningguangâs head, white strands sent flying like the feathers Beidou could never quite catch in her palms when she docks, sea birds scattering into salt skies.
âYou wouldââ Beidou quivers with a fury she hasnât quite felt since the day she burned down Haishanâs entire fleet. A fool seeking death, until the very end. âYou would send these people to their demise?âÂ
âAnd if I would?â
not sfw xiaolumi drabble i posted to twitter; throwing this here so i don't forget its existence
On the edge, on the edge, Lumine is always on the precipice, bracing for the drop. Her hands claw at the bedsheets, panting as yet another wave crests over her. If her fingernails were any sharper, theyâd have shredded the fabric by now. She sobs, trying to chase the peak, but itâs always just a sliver too little, like trying to sate hunger with water. Never enough. âXiao,â she begs, arching up to grind against the heat of his mouth. âI, I canâtââ
Xiao looks up at her, lips glossy, slick. Without his tongue, everything cools, but Lumineâs desire is still scorching her, a wildfire eating at her skin. His tongue darts out, eyes dyed into ochre by the darkness, and he says, âAgain.â
âPleaseââ
He stills, rough fingers digging into her thighs to spread her open. âShould we stop here?â
âYesââhis hand lifts, the contact against her skin severedââNo!â Lumine cries, her hands grabbing at the sheets, violent shivering as she says, frustrated, âI just want to touchââÂ
You, but whatever Lumine had been about to say is lost in the hitch of her breath as he ducks down, more torture as his tongue swipes over her swollen bud. âXiaoâThatâsââ She moans, the sound half-broken by a hiccup, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes. âWhy are you doing this?â
Xiao lifts his head, his mouth releasing her with a wet hiss, moving his head away from her as Lumineâs hips jerk up in helpless protest. Heâs made her come with just his mouth more times than Lumine can count, each successive orgasm more and more. Lumine had thought sheâd be wrung dry, but he still managed to keep her scrambling for more.Â
âYou promised,â he says hoarsely. âWhatever you want, you vowed. Will you renege?â
ââM not,â Lumine keens, âbut you keep giving and Iâm not giving anything in return!â
Eyes half-lidded, a longing desire in his voice, Xiao says, âI only wish to please.â
âThis isnât about me, itâs about you and what would please you, not meââ
âAnd it would please me to please you.â Xiao leans down, warm breath teasing at her clit. Lumine shudders. The gold of his eyes flash in silent question, waiting for her permission.
Xiao rarely asks her for anything. Never wants for much. And he is asking for her, wanting to break her. So what could Lumine do but give a stuttered nod, gasping as he presses his mouth to her throbbing mound. Lumine releases a shaky breath, readying herself once more for Xiao dragging her to the peak to see her fall and shatter.
and knowledge has never been anything wonderful
If Mikasa knew.
By the river, Mikasa decides. Her pants are so loose they hang on her frame, and the cotton is old and rough and worn, chafing against the bare skin of her anklesâit reminds her of Erenâs hands.Â
She folds up the hem, neat and tidy like she would her uniform. One crease, two crease, three. The sensation of phantom hands disappears.
Mikasa dips her toes into the cold, rushing waters. Shivers at the first contact, but sheâs already made her decision, so she tenses her calves and submerges both her feet, up to her ankle. The river is cool, almost cold, but still a balm against the summer heat.
She tries not to think about it. How the burbling waters on her skin are yet another extension of Erenâs hands. Tries not to glance at her feet, to make sure it truly isnât Eren thatâs crawled out of the river and encircled his fingers around her ankles, about to drag her down.
Mikasa leans back and stares at the sky instead. Cloudless blue, so bright it hurts, stretching on for miles and miles. Water below and water above, a river below her feet and an ocean above her head.Â
Eren could do that now, canât he? Displace the ocean and morph it into the skies if he wished. If she asked.
At the mention of the ocean, Armin crouches next to her. The earth does not sink when he sits down too.Â
âHow are you holding up?â he asks.
Mikasa doesnât look at him, either. âFine,â she replies. âIâm doing fine, Armin. Will you be mad if I say that?â
âNever,â Armin says. Mikasa doesnât have to look to know heâs also staring at the skies, imagining the ocean.Â
âHow are you, then?â
âYou know I canât say,â Armin says.
(He canât say because youâve dreamt him up, and youâve never been a dreamer, but for a second as the waters swallow you from toe to ankle, you can pretend that heâs doing well, that your world doesnât extend outside of this little cottage and small river where you cocoon yourself in better days.
Armin is a ghost, and maybe you are too.
But you keep that to yourself, because Eren would be hurt if he knew. Heâd tried so hard, and the only thing you can offer him right now is this one little thing: false hope.)
âAre you satisfied?â Armin asks. âWith the little little time you have left?â
âThe time we haveâŠâ Mikasa smiles. âIt's okay,â she lies, like she always does whenever Eren says Iâm sorry in bed, pretending that itâs for leading her here to this nowhere place, like it isnât a plot of hardwon heaven in the war theyâll have to face outside this dream. Iâm sorry for bringing you here. Iâm sorry for being selfish. Mikasa finishes, âI'm satisfied. Truly, Armin.â
âMake the best of it then,â Arminâs ghost says.Â
But perhaps ghost isnât the right word, not when itâs a piece of Mikasaâs own mind come to life in this mad circus theyâve chosen to call home, closing their eyes to believe that everything will be okay, that Eren is only out at the market grabbing the sugar that Mikasa said sheâs asked for and not merely willing the sugar into existence, that heâs not playing with her nerves like he would with the tip of his blade back in their training days, scraping it over wounded wood.
Mikasa exhales as looks to her right. Armin is not there. Then down at her ankles. Eren is not there either.Â
Itâll be okay.
Mikasa leans down, hands outstretched. She cups the water in her hands. It drips out from the crack in the middle. drip, dripâ
drop.
(For a second, she sees red. Itâs the scent of smoke and fire, and that's how Mikasa knows that pooling in her hands is Erenâs blood.)
Not sure if it's still up but I miss your goddess Mikasa X demigod Eren fic
here you go! it's part of a collection i've made anonymous for all the aot fics i've felt iffy over; tbh i'm still embarrassed i wrote this lol but i'm glad someone still enjoys it!
TELL ME ABOUT THE VAMPIRE AU!!!
*rubs hands together* okay, so i've actually gotten a lot of interest for this before and i'm still thinking about writing BUT, it's based on a manga called devil's line (acquired taste i feel).
i wanted to transpose eren's hatred of titans onto something, which now is vampires. in this society, vampires are just like normal humans except that they go into intense bloodlust when they smell blood, which causes they to do bonkers things to drink blood. eren and mikasa are part of this police unit that's responsible for investigating cases relating to homocides that may have been comitted by vampires. they're partners, been partners for a long time now (having grown up together too), and there's. feelings.
basically, through some handwaving and plot thingy, mikasaâwho's never reacted to blood beforeâsomehow, one day while they're on a case, mikasa somehow develops this bloodlust while they walking away from the crime scene, and she just stares at eren, cheeks red, pupils blown wide open, and then jumps him, teeth elongating and all those scary vampire stuff, you know the drill.
jist of it is that i wanted to explore what happens when mikasa turns into something he's supposed to hate, mikasa's own feelings of guilt about feeding on his blood (there's no cure, but there is a way out of going feral every time she smells blood, and eren insists on helping, more at 7 on your local news channel), and how they both navigate this new, changed relationship, as well as the tiptoeing around each other about how they want to fuck (cue eyeroll cause they're both fucking losers that don't know how to say what they want)
phew. that was long.
wip challenge
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. You can make your own post or reblog this one! This isnât just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!
tagged by @liquorisceâthank you so much for the tag (even though i'm horribly inactive on here hehe...) not naming the multichapter stuff i've already posted, and i'm tossing only some of my stuff in here since a few pieces are zine-locked rip, but! here we go, with my absurdly boring titles:
Thursday Thoughts: On fandom and a sense of belonging
I love @ao3commentoftheday, in general. But I particularly love how succinctly and beautifully they summarize how, as we participate in fandom, we are ultimately (even if it's unconsciously) seeking out community.
Yesterday, I reblogged their transcription, where they reflect on why fic writers specifically â and creators and artists, generally â seek and savor engagement metrics (e.g. kudos, comments) when they share something online. As they summarized: it's because kudos and comments are the only tangible points within an online space that can be presumed as points of connection. As signals of community.
To quote them:
"For me. That's the piece that's missing. That's the piece that people crave, the thing they're looking for. It's not about the comments, it's not about the numbers, it's about connections and relationships. And that's the part that's missing."
Additionally, in response, @ishtarelisheba reblogged and added a big YES-AND â underscoring that, in addition to finding community, it is both reasonable and valid for writers/artists/creators who are sharing their work online to expect a positive feedback loop. Because who wouldn't want the confirmation that one's efforts and vision are not only seen but also appreciated by someone else in the world (especially because the artist made a point to put it out in the world in the first place?).
As they so beautifully summarized:
"Very few people actually want to work hard on a piece of art, a piece of writing, a sculpture, a dollhouse, a carving, a sweater for their dog, and just Gollum it and never show another person. For most creators, showing your creations to others is vital for that creative part of your soul to thrive. Of course you should love what you do and enjoy what you make! But donât ignore the part of you that wants to hold it up two inches from someone elseâs face and get love and enjoyment from them, too, just because some false platitude instilled a sense of shame for that pretty much universal need."
Both of those needs â connection and validation â can and do exist whenever anyone enters a space, either online or offline. And, in addition to saying we seek out community when we enter fandom, I would even take it a step further (hold on, Corporate Nina is entering the chat) and say that we are seeking out a sense of belonging.
This, this, this. Nina has put the thoughts of my mind and the constant struggle.
I would yet add that it is not our fault we don't feel like we belong, or feel that these communities are not giving us what we need. There is also a sense that some communities are toxic, bad, don't want new people in, necessarily (I would argue this happens in all communities, everywhere, has always done). Sometimes we blame ourselves for not having found the community, or still finding the way we feel ourselves comfortable with it, without giving full thought that we are not taught to navigate communities that don't want us, or neglect us because it is easier not to rebel against them and just feel shame or guilt over it.
When Oedipus gets exiled by Creontes, the choir sings about the great "fall of man", and we're introduced a human that couldn't navigate the community where he was shove in. But we hardly see the same amount of criticism to Creontes, the king, for whom is extremely convenient to have Oedipus exiled.
Forming part of a community implies vulnerability to let this community hurt you or welcome you. There is no sense of belonging without opening yourself to it, and pour your feelings onto it. That's why it hurts when we are not welcome: it is not only that we feel like we don't belong but that, ultimately, they are saying "no" to who we are, after bearing ourselves open.