#Lilah oc

[victori-krause-writes]

Corinne and Lee after the Incident™:

Corinne: *screaming, crying, throwing up.* (quite possibly might die again from the trauma alone.)

Lee: (only slightly more coherent.) ᴵˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ⁻ʷʰʰᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᶻᶻᶻᵉ'ᵈᵈʰ⁻ᵐᵉⁿˢᵗʳᵘᵃˡ ᵖᵃᶦⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉᵉᵉ⁻ʰᵘᵘᵘ⁻

Teo: I don't have a menstrual cycle, but do you want me to get a hot water bottle?

Aoife: If it feels like a punch to the gut and a heart attack than yes.

Lee: ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ; ᵖˡᵘˢ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵘˢᶦᵒⁿ.

Lilah: Do you want soup? Will that make it better?

Lee: Suop :')

Lilah: suop :)

when you die, all the processes in your body slow down and come to a halt before starting to decay. which means if you were to revive someone from the dead, necromancer-style, you'd potentially have to kickstart their entire system back up from a state of inertia. which means it almost certainly would not be pretty. i'm talking coughing up clots of blood, nauseatingly intense migraines and muscle cramps, and all the sensory overload that would come with firing up the body's engines from frozen cold to fully functioning all guns blazing in the matter of seconds it takes to cast a resurrection spell.

[wuntrum]

the joys of creation are equally the horrors of creation (in order for the things you want to exist to come to fruition, you have to make it yourself)

[pistachiozombie]

[RE4] More self indulgent Lulah story stuff... can't really decide on a complete backstory but all I know is that they were apart for about 4 years after Umbrella went to shit/Raccoon City happened. Wanted to make something that led to this older piece below that I really like. Forgor her hair was in a bun. Oops.

[feyroon]

art fight attack for @pistachiozombie <3

[pigeonwhumps]

Kara and Edith medieval fantasy reverse au. Bc werewolves are kind of like creatures, right? I can't get this out of my head so they are now

CWs: non-human whumpee, pet whump, past amputation, dehumanisation, blood, burns

Edith sighs and fidgets as the family exits the throne room. So many people have come to congratulate her on her accession to the throne, and while she appreciates them, it's been a long night. Her fangs ache and the crown's weighing her down.

And she can hear more behind the doors.

"You can take a break, Your Majesty," suggests Sam, her advisor and bodyguard, quietly. "You've been at this for hours."

Edith shakes her head. "Edith will take some more. This vampire can work for longer."

"All right." They motion, and the guards open the double doors, ushering in the next group, a man and woman dragging a wheeled cage between them. It's draped with dark blue fabric but Edith can smell silver and werewolf. She feels a deep sense of foreboding, although she tries to brush it aside – after... what happened, feelings like this haven't been uncommon, and they're often irrational.

Still, though. She nods at Sam as surreptitiously as possible, signalling for them to keep an eye out. Just in case something really is wrong.

The man and woman both bow.

"Thank you for seeing us, Your Majesty. We would like to congratulate you on your recent succession to the throne. As a gift, we present to you our most recent catch. We have trained it, and it will make the perfect pet."

Edith mentally kicks herself. They're hunters. Of course they are, look at their dress, their gear. The silver's been taken off them at the entrance but even so... the loop of rope at the man's waist takes on a more sinister appearance now, now she knows its likely use.

She strides forward and yanks the blanket off the cage. There's a werewolf inside, and they whimper behind their silver muzzle as the light hits them.

"Shh." Her hands are gloved, as they always are for audiences, and she growls slightly as she rips the gate to the cage off its hinges. "Shh, come out, this vampire will not hurt you."

The werewolf slinks out slowly, tail between their legs, ears flat against their head, whining with every step. They're basically skin and bone, and they're injured, Edith can smell the blood. Their gait is... off, too.

As soon as the werewolf is close enough, Edith bends down, removing their muzzle, casting it aside. Their burns are horrendous, and the smell... unsmothered by the silver, it's terrible.

"Elis, fetch a physician, whoever is available and able to treat werewolves. And you." She stands, glaring at the two hunters, who both take a step back, intimidated by her bright red eyes. The werewolf crouches behind her. "What are your names, and how exactly did you acquire this werewolf?"

The man swallows. "Mark and Lilah, Your Majesty. We captured it two moon cycles ago just outside of this kingdom, trying to invade your territory. Once we discovered that you had ascended to the throne, we thought that this would be the perfect gift to prove our loyalty."

Edith clenches her fists, anger simmering just below the surface. She can smell the hunters' blood, see their jugulars pulsing, bright red and healthy. Not yet. "Do you know the laws of this kingdom?"

"We have made the creature safe, Your Majesty."

"Then it is clear you do not. This kingdom is a sanctuary for non-humans, and we do not accept gifts of them. Is this ruler correct in thinking you have held them for two months, and are holding other creatures?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," replies Mark. "After all, we can't let them leave. Creatures are a danger to society."

"You did not have to torture them," Edith snarls, and leaps on Mark, tearing his neck open. The blood is bitter but she's oh so hungry, and so angry, and she drinks deeply. When she pulls away, wiping her chin, his pulse is slow, breathing shallow. Lilah's sobbing, a guard holding her arm.

"Your partner is not dead, and he will not die, provided you tell us the location of your holding camp."

"Just– just over the border," Lilah sniffles, "a few miles from the village of Wealdstone."

Edith nods stiffly. "Guards, take them to the dungeons, and get someone to tend to him. There is no need for them to be gentle."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As the hunters are dragged out, Edith crouches down beside the werewolf, reaching out a hand. They don't resist as she strokes their head, but she's not sure they want it either.

"No-one is going to hurt you here. You were heading for sanctuary, weren't you? Well you have it here. Let us examine your injuries, this vampire will not do anything to you." She looks up at Sam. "We need to send some people to the hunters' camp. Col, Sæwin and Elis?"

"A knight, a healer and Elis. Sounds like a good combination."

Just then, there's a knock on the door and Amanda enters. She has her citole on her back and an armful of medical supplies. Edith smiles. Out of all the physicians here, Amanda's the one she trusts the most with an injured werewolf. She just didn't know if they were working tonight.

"I've come to tend to the werewolf, Your Majesty."

Edith moves aside, watching anxiously as Amanda approaches. A cornered animal is strong. But the werewolf doesn't try to get away, simply hunching down and whimpering.

"I'm Amanda, I'm a physician. I just want to have a look at your injuries. Will you let me? We can stop whenever you like."

The werewolf whines, bowing their head submissively.

"Thank you. Let's have a look at you then."

As Amanda begins to examine them, Edith beckons to a servant.

"Have a set of suitable chambers prepared for them, and a meal sent up. Lucan will know what to make. And send Col, Sæwin and Elis to this vampire as soon as they are free."

The servant bows and hurries off. Edith turns to Amanda, who's examining the werewolf's teeth. "How bad are they?"

Amanda lets go of their jaw gently. "Declawed entirely, teeth filed down. Beating marks and burns everywhere. Extremely malnourished. Bastards."

Edith swallows hard, swinging her cloak off and draping it over the trembling werewolf. "We will help you now. And those bastards are going to get exactly what they deserve."

Taglist: @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @onlybadendings @whumpofdory @haro-whumps @flowersarefreetherapy @enigmawritesstuff @quietly-by-myself

recently-coronated noble!caretaker being gifted creature!whumpee as a 'pet' and losing their SHIT on the gifter

[eldritchrach]

i want your love and i want your revenge ♪

Hunter (they/them) gargoyle, and Lilah (she/her) gorgon for my OC challenge (to draw all my OCs before 2024).

[oldworldwidgets]

had so much fun with teddy's ref that i had to make one for miss lilah ❤️

[plasma-packin-mama]

Old World Blues

[buried-l0cket]

Slight redesign of some old ocs that i was thinking abt again

[merumely]

Haven't drawn anything Hellsing related in a while, so here's some Lilah i made like a month ago and forgot about finish it lol. Hopefully the burnout goes away sooner or later.

[battleaxeproficiency]

I fear this game may be good actually

[gallowsheart]

muse: Lilah Cavalleri (OC) open to: 21+ only please / mutuals and non-mutuals / other OCs, canons, fandom crossovers, whatever! plot: essentially the premise of bodies, bodies, bodies. a group of friends in a remote location plays a game where one player "murders" the others one by one and they try to guess the killer, only to end up with someone actually dead. utp if y/m is a friend, a stranger, the killer, etc.

Lilah didn't usually go to things like this. She was more likely to stay home under the blankets writing a ten thousand word fic than attend what was essentially a weekend-long party, but she was trying to do more things outside her comfort zone. (Everything was outside her comfort zone.) When a few of her sorority sisters asked her along, she'd said yes thinking she would find an excuse not to go later. The next thing she knew, her bag was packed, and she was standing in a foot of snow outside a cozy mountain cabin.

It hadn’t been so bad at first. There was some dancing and some drinking and some party games. But what was supposed to be a cozy weekend getaway had quickly turned into a nightmare. First, the power had gone out. Then, there was a body on the kitchen floor. A real one, not the fake ones they'd been "discovering" all night. She hadn't particularly liked Derek. They'd sort of had a thing her freshman year, and he was sort of a fuckboy about it, and she'd sort of retreated back into her fictional worlds afterward. But that didn't mean he deserved to die.

Even upstairs in her shared room, Lilah couldn't get the sight of it out of her head, there every time she closed her eyes. She'd mostly stopped crying, but she couldn't stop shivering, and she'd come upstairs for another sweater. It was already cold away from the living room fire. "Thanks for c-coming with me." It wasn't really optional. They'd all decided that nobody went anywhere alone for the rest of the night and divided into threes for safety. She pulled the sweater over her head and pushed her arms through the sleeves, a puzzled frown creasing her brow as she peered around the dark room. "Wait… where's Sam?" Somewhere between the stairs and here, they'd lost their third.

[wuntrum]

this pic is soooo lilah and aster its making me feel insane. injecting their story with whatever the hell these two have going on

[pistachiozombie]

Just a big bandaid and head smooches to make it all better ... that's all he needed... :')

[hypnomaze]

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

Lilah Mcgee My NEW MSA OC

Full Name: Lilah Mcgee

First Name: Lilah

Last Name: Mcgee

Nicknames: Sweetheart (by her parents)

Gender: Female

Profile Pic

Age: 7

Blood Type:

Occupation: Ghost Slayer

Past or Actual Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

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Favourite Food: Strawberry Cupcake

Instrument: Guitar

Favourite Animal: Bunny (her pet's named "Mr. Bunny")

Family Members Relatives: Violet Mcgee (her mother), Gus Mcgee (her father)

Other Family Members Relatives: Layla Mcgee, Melanie Mcgee and Shelby Mcgee (her big sisters), Ty Mcgee, Samson Mcgee and Garrett Mcgee (her big brother) Travis Mcgee (her young brother)

Species: Human

Friends: Mystery Teams, Girls' Clue Club Team, Mr. Bunny (her bunny pet), Maisy Pepper, Charlie and her friends (her best friends)

Enemies: Spooky Grimm (her arch-enemy), Darkest, Ravette, Cinder-Night, Shaw and his other army (Spooky Grimm's minions dark ghosts), Reverb,

Alignment: Good

Likes: Protects her family, humans and innocent ghosts from Spooky Grimm, Becomes a ghost slayer and protecter of the innocent ghosts, Bonnie (from FNAF/She loves her favourite fnaf character)

Dislikes: Her family, her friends and the innocent ghosts gets in danger, Not becomes a ghost slayer and protecter of the innocent ghosts,

Hobby: Gardening, Playing the guitar, Dancing, Hanging out with friends

Goals:

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities: Light Pink Magic, Healing Power, Teleportation,

Skills and Abilities: Ghost Slayer Skills

Skin Colour: Sand

Eyes Colour: Hot neon pink

Hair Colour: Hot neon pink

Clothes: Collar Shirt With Puff Sleeves, Skirt with Spots

Shoes: Ballet Mary Shoes

Accessories: White Gloves, Headband with flowers, Cape jacket with two Buttons and Sock with spots

Hair Styles: Two Buns Hair

Nationality:

Sexuality:

@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

This one sounds like Becky Brewster (from #Blud), Nagisa Momoe (from PMMM), Molly Mcgee (from The Ghost and Molly Mcgee) and Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse (from Disney)