#lilith (oc)

[trashy-corvian]

The Mother of Monsters is in!

[eclipse-monster-au]

*giggles softly before working on the second hole, taking 11 strokes to hit the ball into the hole*

Eclipse: that's a lot

Yeah...it's kind of embarrassing O1BFCFBYQWNFBJKVBOGBKHBJGBUCYBOGBFQBUQOGVJKPIBNKMGBVJCVBKPBHTQPVBQHBQVJGTU

[sen-sational]

I have redesigned Lilith

New Old

I'd like to hear opinions if anyone has any ^^

[painonthebrain]

JuneofDoom Day 6 - Flinch

@juneofdoom

Content: Gun use, standard buckshot roulette things

The music from outside thuds through the walls.

Reverb had made his choice. Signed the waiver.

His name glows bright on the screen counting his score.

Only so many chances.

The music thrums in his veins. His blood is warm.

He listens to Lilith. Plays the game.

… The shells are inserted in a random order.

He knows this. Everyone who plays the game knows. They know the risks.

The music sounds distorted. Faint, but too loud to concentrate.

… Concentrate!

He holds the rifle. He knows there shouldn’t be any live rounds left. He’s been counting.

… Is his heartbeat syncing with the music?

He pauses, gripping the handle. Fingering the trigger.

Reverb’s hands shake.

He presses his finger down — flinching violently, reacting on impulse.

Click.

…

A blank.

He shudders, letting out a breath.

He knew that. What else was he expecting?

Taking a deep breath, he sets the rifle down.

When he looks up, he can see Lilith smiling.

She looks him in the eye and picks up the rifle for the next round.

[the-husbando]

Some Lilith and Mielnik as a lil treat for myself 😌

[battlevann]

Anastasia and Lilith are both the r/ambien wife guy

[artvann]

Damian and his vampire moms

(fun fact! damian's biological parents are my blue eyed matador ocs that i never post about! Lucia and Davide)

[sk3tch404]

TUMBLR WANNA ACT MAD STUPID RN BRUH 💀💀🙏

BUT THANK YOU SO SO MUCH LICCA!! 😻😽😽

Can i just say GOOODDDD DAMN Lilith was cute but Liam.

Liam.

If he asked me to hop into his long white van for a "joy ride," no questions asked, my seatbelt is already locked in. Put on the heater now bc we're gonna be here a while 😼😼

YOU ATE THAT GIRLIE. LIKE IM LOVINGGGG THE POSTURE TECHNIQUE AND PLACEMENT UGH JEALOUS 😭😜😍 When I draw two people they look like two entirely different pieces cut out and slapped next to each other. Weirdly.

I look saur coot omg no wayyyyy tysm 😭🙏❤ Esp the hair. OMG LIAMS HAIR. AUHHHHHUGHHHHHH 😩😩❤ If you cant tell what that is, if yk Cupcakke, then just know it sounds just like her.

Sorry I havent been interacting sm online. Irl has got REALLLLLL so my summer delusions have to be hold on fr 😞

[airlocksandaviaries]

“Seems like we have this the wrong way around, hmm? Aren’t you meant to be the one seducing me?”

“...hardly.”

“What kind of a demon are you?”

“I could ask you a similar question, Angel.”

Did anyone request a sapphic angel/demon enemies-to-lovers romance?? No??? WELL TOO BAD, HERE IT IS.

Meet my somewhat-Good Omens-inspired OCs! Here are Lilith and Viraciel, two incredibly powerful celestials locked in rivalry since the beginning of humanity. Character sheets for each to follow soon! For now, have this spicy lil gay art because I’m gay and a whore.

[trashy-corvian]

God's least favorite princess

[eclipse-monster-au]

Her name is Roxanne Wolfe. She is the Keytarist of the band. She’s one of my favorite animatronics here.

She's pretty! I like her hair

[sen-sational]

I think I'm obsessed with making my OC's in picrew..

[galaxicalsart]

Had a brief MewTwo hyperfixation and designed some characters

Have a not very canon compliant MewTwo

Featured character: Lilith (she/they)

(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)

@emmettnet

[painonthebrain]

JuneofDoom Day 1 - On the run / fetal position

@juneofdoom

Reverb wakes up after a game of Buckshot and crashing at a hotel.

Content: Guns/gun use, blood, standard buckshot roulette things, demon whumper, demon-turned-human whumpee, emeto/vomit, drug mention, alcohol mention

Reverb woke with a start, breathing hard. He was laying on the covers of a hotel bed, curled into the fetal position, tense — he held fistfuls of the blanket’s material and the covers were dirty from his shoes, mud tracked into the fabric.

The room was dark and musty, coated in a film of grime and filth. The scent of cigarette smoke lingered in its very walls, the curtains, the blankets, everything.

Still taking in shallow breaths, he sat up, clutching his forehead. His head was fuzzy, filled with cotton — cotton soaked in acid, stinging everywhere and sending stabbing pains through his skull.

For a moment, he was disoriented, forgetting how the hell he ended up here.

Roulette. The pain in his skull and jaw.

The money. The gore.

… Of course.

He groaned.

His head throbbed, and he was sure it was from more than just being shot. How many beers had he had? It had to be… god, he couldn’t remember. He’d smoked and drank and… and he faintly remembered using drugs. After all, he had to have taken something in that demon cesspit.

Reverb felt his insides churn. A nasty feeling pressed at the back of his throat.

Forcing himself to breathe deeply, he clutched his stomach, waiting for it to pass.

His mouth watered and he swallowed.

The feeling wouldn’t leave.

Reverb slowly got out of bed, his legs shaking as he made his way to the bathroom, stumbling to the toilet.

He dropped to his knees and bent over it, emptying his guts until there was nothing left but tears in his eyes, saliva and vomit sticking to his chin. Some of it was caught in his hair.

He moaned, leaning back against the wall of the bathroom, sitting on the floor.

Never had he felt so lowly — or imagined things could be any worse than they were before. His throat was on fire and there was a sickly, wet feeling like a leaky pipe inside of his chest, drip drip dripping, slimy and cold and he was sure it was some human emotion he couldn’t identify. A weakness, a flaw he shouldn’t have.

Lilith liked that. She liked seeing the fear in his eyes when she realized he wasn’t really human.

That he used to be one of her kind.

A former demon playing a demon’s game of stakes was the finest form of entertainment there was for her and Reverb knew it.

He forced himself to his feet and wiped away the vomit on his mouth, then flushed the toilet, feeling disgusting.

He really needed a shower.

---

Once he’d returned to the bed, he laid back down on it, still not feeling well. Instinctively, he curled back into the fetal position.

The briefcase of money sat next to him. Laid out on the bed and wrinkling the covers, it was a reminder of who he was and what he’d done.

He stared at it, dread creeping up his spine. Something tightened in his abdomen.

With his heart beating faster, he unlatched the clasps and opened it, checking. The bills sat in there, pristine, save for splatters of blood here and there. They’d dried and begun to flake, dark and brown. Some of it was his own, dripped onto the case from gunshot wounds that should have been fatal.

The memory was fresh.

Lilith’s body had gone limp when he shot it. She’d crumpled to the ground, lifeless, empty looking.

He knew she wasn’t dead. Demons don’t die that easily.

But for a moment, he’d felt something dark claw at him, deep in his chest as he gazed into their eyes, foreboding and cold; he was coated in both of their blood and he still felt the recoil of the gunshot —

He slammed the thing closed, locking the clasps again. His hands trembled as he pulled them away.

If anyone knew— knew about buckshot, knew about the money—

Reverb’s brows furrowed, and he let out a breath through his teeth. It shook.

He stumbled out of bed and grabbed the briefcase with both hands, gripping the handle so tightly his knuckles were white.

He couldn’t stay here.

[the-husbando]

These bozos.

[kayfullcolor]

Dalia belongs to my friend Lilith