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hyejinkim · 3 months ago

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Well, maybe this is not anyone's request but and only as my own desire to introduce the character I created inspired by the AU 'Lilith's descendants'.

Disclaimer :

Everything I write is the physical body of the artificial and there is no further intention or justification in the character profile that I created, all are just ffictio.

''In truth, words alone are insufficient to build trust, as mere statements without evidence or substance carry no weight and hold little meaning. Trust is best established through actions and tangible proof, rather than relying solely on empty promises or hollow assertions."

Character sheet :

Biological Information

Name : Lillian

Aliase : Daughter of Lilith, Lady Hyejin, Jin. Lord Asmodeus close friend.

Species : Vampire (Pure Blood)

Birthday : November, 8th.

Sign : Scorpio (♏)

Age : 19-20

Relatives: Mr & Mrs Kim (Adoptive parents)

Bio Parents (Presumably deceased)

Occupation : Artis & Designer.

Affiliation : College student S1 at Tokyo University of the Arts (Geidai)

Homeland : Japan 🇯🇵

Status : Walking Corpse/Undead

Mental Illness : Depression, ADHD, Anxiety

Sexuality : Demisexuality & Sopiosexual

Voiced By : Nana Mizuki

Physical Description

Eye colour : Magenta (Normal). Crimson (when she drank human blood, also when she angry).

Hair colour : Brownish black

Height : 170 Cm

Weight : 53 Kg

Bust/Body type : D Cup, Curvy.

Gender : Females

Core fear: Of being abandoned or without support.

Core desire: To find security and support.

ABILITIES :

Basic vampire abilities : Immortality, Superhuman strength, Enhanced speed and agility, Healing factor, Hypnotic abilities, Shape-shifting, Enhanced senses, Immunity to conventional weapons/Resist Disease/Resist Poison. Exceptional self-control, Scale walls, Teleportation.

Source : https://www.quora.com/What-are-vampire-powers

SPECIAL ABILITY :

Telepathy, Elemental Manipulation, Animal Control, Telekinesis, Supernatural blood, Vampire Manipulation, Painting Magic.

Source : https://www.quora.com/What-are-vampire-powers

Source :

https://blackclover.fandom.com/wiki/Painting_Magic

PACT WITH : Asmodeus

PREFERENCES

Hobbies : Listening to classical music, drawing-painting-sculpting, sleeping, visiting old cemeteries and abandoned places.

Pet peeves : People prying into her affairs

Crowded place

Human (In general)

Favorite food : Blood (Type O), wine and dark chocolate.

Least favorite food : Food/Blood that has an unpleasant ordor, colour, taste or raw, milk.

Talent : Drawing-Painting

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE :

''With ethereal grace, she stands at a stately 5'7', her bewitching beauty commanding admiration with her captivating grace. Her slender yet curvaceous form is further accentuated by her long, wavy hair, which cascades to her waist length in a waterfall of midnight black tresses. Her pale, smooth complexion stands in stark contrast to the dark beauty mark beneath her left eye, set like a precious gem among her porcelain facades. Her hair parts smoothly in the center, possesses a unique allure—her rare pink pupil slices peering through thin pupils, hinting at hidden depths within her alluring mystique.'

Her Pro And Con :

Pro :

An lady with elegance and detail would likely be described as introspective, creative, and empathetic. She is a highly emotional person, often seeking to understand and connect with others on a deep level. She has a strong sense of intuition, which she trusts implicitly. Her imagination is vast and vibrant, often filled with ideas and possibilities. She is likely to have a unique style and grace, often preferring elegant and classic pieces. Her presence would exude a certain captivating allure, combining her inner depth with her outer . She is marked by her intense loyalty, deep emotional intelligence, and fierce determination. She is fiercely protective of those she cares for and will go to great lengths to defend and support them. Her passion and drive make her an inspiring and powerful force to be reckoned with.

In moments that demand rationality and doubt, she is a bastion of logic and skepticism, carefully scrutinizing her surroundings. Her intuition guides her, and whenever her gut feeling alerts her to something amiss or out of place, she instinctively relies on it, as it has never led her astray. What surprises many is her wisdom and maturity, which, though occasionally obscured by her emotional nature, often manifest in astute observations and profound insights. Despite her sensitivity, she possesses a remarkable ability to navigate the complexities of life with grace and sagacity.

Con :

This lady with elegance and refinement may have a tendency to be overly sensitive and easily wounded. She might be plagued with self-doubt and insecurity, especially when confronted with criticism or conflict. Her high degree of empathy and emotional intensity can sometimes lead to feelings of overwhelming emotional fatigue and burnout. She can also be prone to indecision, investing too much time in understanding her own emotions before making decisions. It's not uncommon for her to struggle with enforcing boundaries with her loved ones or closest friends and often puts the needs of others before her own. She can be quite possessive and jealous, and her intense emotions can sometimes lead her to act impulsively.

Despite her tendency to seek certain authority figures and structures, she often harbors a sense of skepticism and caution. This wariness is rooted in her past experiences in foster care, particularly with the caretakers and previous foster parents she had in her childhood. As a result, she has developed a guarded attitude towards authority figures, especially men, and finds herself caught in a cycle of searching for something or someone to believe in while simultaneously maintaining a distance and reluctance to get too close.

Even so, if she has been deeply hurt or betrayed, her vindictive and petty nature may manifest. She will not hesitate to act coldly and distantly, even going as far as cutting off contact with said individuals who have wronged her. She may view such connections as mistakes and lessons learned, and while there may be a bitter-sweetness to the loss of these people from her life, she is willing to let them go if necessary to protect herself and maintain her emotional well-being, even if it means harboring a grudge or taking small revenges against them.

#my ocs #ramblings #whb oc #Lilith AU #decendants #meet my ocs

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trashmouth-richie · 11 months ago

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i miss them 😭

⋆·˚ ༘ * eddie x female reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * summary: what happens, when eddie makes plans without you?

⋆·˚ ༘ * tw: 18+ only, unprotected p in v! toxic relationship behavior, choking, reader is kind of crazy but it’s explained at the end, breaking shit, mean!reader, drinking, weed, knife use, pet names, nicknames.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 1.7k words, not proof read, pretend it is.

Saturdays were usually your nights together. Spending the night at his trailer because it was guaranteed that Wayne would be gone.

But tonight Eddie said he had “plans with the boys”.

So imagine your surprise when Robin called you up and asked why you weren’t at Steve’s party, but Eddie was?

The ten minute drive felt like sixty seconds of pure rage filled hell. You only saw red, steam shot from your ears like a cartoon.

And when you pulled up to Steve’s enormous house, Robin was right, because Eddie’s van was sitting out front.

Your blood boiled and your cheeks felt like fire. Heart hammering in your chest, you slammed the gear shift into park before the car could even come to a full stop.

You didn’t care that he was here with his friends, what you cared about was the normal posse of skanky girls who were at Steve’s parties, one strawberry blonde in particular that rubbed you every way of wrong. Chrissy.

She was always hanging on Eddie any chance she got, batting her eyelashes, acting dumb to get his help in math. You’re so smart she’d whisper to him— even though the straight F’s on his paper definitely didn’t stand for Fantastic.

Jason had dumped her and rumor had it she was looking to get back at him the biggest way she knew how, and that was t getting with the freak.

Your freak.

The sharp black points on your heeled boots clicked along the sidewalk as you stalked towards the house whistling an angelic sort of tune, swinging the wooden bat by your side.

Jonathan was outside the lavish home, smoking a fatty and leaning against the raised brick garden bed. Upon first glance he waved, all drunken smiles and lazy greetings.

It wasn’t until he saw what was in your hand that he finally pieces it together, and you asked him sweetly to kindly get Eddie because you had a message for him.

The driver's side window broke with little to no effort, a few swings and it shattered into a pretty spider web of splintered glass, covering Eddie’s driver seat.

The whistled tune never stopped from your puckered lips. Not when you flicked open the pocket knife and punctured the rubber tires, or when you carved a long jagged scratch into the paint down the aluminum body.

It wasn’t until you were standing on the hood of the van, crashing the bat into the windshield did you hear the front door to Steve’s swing open, music fading through the night with each body shoving their way through the door, gasping at your surprise gift for your boyfriend.

Someone, Jeff, you think— hollers for Eddie and you plant your ass on the hood, leaving a dent for sure by the way you plopped down like it was a trampoline. With legs crossed and twisting the bat between your palms, you wait patiently for the man of the hour to finally arrive, a smile on your black painted lips.

By now there’s a decent sized crowd, all gaping mouths and wide eyes, some laughing but mostly struck with fear out of the freaks girl.

He walks down the concrete steps, his heavy boots thudding against the hard ground. You can see the muscles in his jaw tense from where you are sitting, his knuckles tighten into a fist and his shoulders broaden and angle back, like he's trying like hell, not to yell out right by the look of the destruction you caused to his van.

“Hi baby,” you greet, sugary sweet like you just brought him balloons on his birthday, “having a fun night?”

Eddie is seething, nostrils flared as he tries to even his breathing, “what did you do Lil?”

“What?” You ask, turning your body to look at the glass splintered on the windshield and smashed on the ground, “oh, you mean all this? It’s pretty right?”

Eddie drags his tongue across the front of teeth, sucking in a breath, “you’re kidding right?”

Unhooking your crossed leg you slam your heel into one of his headlights, the satisfying crunch of the plastic pieces littering to the ground, you smile pretty up at him, but he doesn’t bat an eye, “oh Eddie,” you tsk, “I don’t like jokes… or being,” the tip of the bat hits the other headlight with a crunch, “… lied to.”

“Fucking Christ, what are you even talking about?” Eddie spits as he looks to Jeff then to Gareth.

“Really? Then why did Robin call to say you were here with that bimbo Chrissy?”

The crowd ooo’s as Eddie stomps towards you, his face struck with anger, the browns of his eyes completely black as he glared down at you, his necklace still swaying as he leans forward into your space, only malice in his voice.

“Time to go,” he grunts, grabbing the bat from your hand and tossing it to the ground, “now.”

“Nah,” you say, looking past him and waving at Steve, he returns the wave with a confused look at a silent gasp at the look of Eddie’s van, “I’m just getting started.”

Steve tries to push everyone inside shows over! Let’s go! But nobody budges, waiting for the train wreck, unable to look away.

Eddie pulls you from the van by your feet, your bare ass skimming the hood as your skirt lifts up, sure to leave a burn, you land on your feet, waltzing over to aforementioned blonde and taking her drink from her, downing the horrific liquid in a gulp. She’s too stunned to speak as you twist back around to catch a glimpse of Eddie, shooting him a wink.

The knife tucked into the cute holder on your thigh comes out with a flick. Flashing the steel blade to Eddie, you wink before whipping back around to Chrissy just in time to catch her ponytail between your fingers. The knife cuts through her hair like a shear, close to her scalp beneath the emerald ponytail, her golden locks fisted limply in your hand.

The scream she lets out is blood curdling and ugly, but you don’t mistake the laugh coming from Robin or Steve as Chrissy runs inside, her cheer squad hurrying behind to help their friend.

“Wait! You forgot this!” You say shaking the blond strands towards the door, “I’m sure some glue or tape will hel—”

You're caught off guard as Eddie’s hand wraps around your wrist and starts dragging you away from the party back to his van. He wiggles the knife from your fingers and closes it on his hip, shoving it into his jacket.

The smile never left your lips, not even when your shoulder blades rest against the side of the van as Eddie crowds you in.

“Jesus Christ you’re fucking crazy, y’know that?” his words are mean but there’s a hint of something else on his lips, a smirk.

Your fingers move to his belt buckle, threading it through itself as you look up at him through your lashes, “you love it.”

His eyes roll tk the back of his head, and he takes a deep breath, animalistic instinct kicking in as you suck his thumb into your mouth.

“Fuck.”

Your thighs are wrapped around his waist in two seconds flat. He grunts as his thick fingers glide through your wet heat, finally noticing you weren’t wearing any panties he groans guttural and low.

His hand wraps around your throat and he smiles as you gasp for a little breath, eyes rolling into your skull as he cants his hips forward and his thick head pushes through your walls, filling you full.

Your lips attach to his neck, licking and biting hard enough that your teeth marks will bruise a perfect dental record into his skin. A nice match for the red lips tattooed on the left of his neck, an identical mark to yours.

“Shit,” he groans slamming into you harder and harder, shaking the van on its flat tires, broken glass hitting the ground like hail. “Always so fucking tight for me baby, fuck I love your pussy.”

You’re mewling into him, inhaling his words as he bites your lip, licking the blood from them and running it over his teeth.

The front door opens and shuts but neither of you stop, not even when the sobs from Chrissy get closer as her friends bell her into their car, parked right behind Eddie’s van.

Eddie’s face is buried into your neck and you catch Chrissy’s blue teared stare, horror on her face as you and Eddie both moan. “Mm fuck,” you say to her, eyes boring into hers, “like what you see, Christopher?”

The screaming huff from her mouth is heard around Hawkins as she slams the door to Heather's car, tires screeching as they tear out of Steve’s driveway.

Eddie chuckles into your skin and shakes his head. A smile on his face as he kisses you hard, pumping into you harder and before long you're both coming and moaning into the night, completely lost in your own world.

Later that night in Eddie’s bed, you're tangled naked and fresh from a shower beneath soft cotton sheets. His hands lazily work up and down your back, your arm propped up beneath your chin on his chest, “so, I did good, right?”

Eddie laughs and blows a ring of smoke into the air, “you were perfect my little vixen, I could barely contain myself when you were sitting on the hood like that, looked so fucking sexy, wanted to fuck you right there.”

You both laugh at the theatrics of the night, and you remember something that’s missing, “gonna need my knife back by the way, feels weird without it.”

Eddie points to his jacket crumbled on the floor next to a mountain of discarded clothing and leather boots, “it’s in my pocket, just keeping it safe.”

You roll your eyes with a tease and slither from the sheets, bare skinned beneath the yellow warm lamp, the jacket feels cool in your hands, silk pockets gentle on your fingers as your grab your knife and pull it out.

Examining it in your fingers it truly was the perfect gift from the man you adored, etched into the handle, a script he cut himself, “to my Lilith.”

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