#oc: lilibet

[izzy246girl]

headshots of the main cast of my wip!! from left to right it’s anya, lilibet, & sage. tumblr fucks up the picture quality but i hope it looks nice regardless lol

image id under cut:

ID: A digital painting of three characters side by side. They are all drawn from the shoulders up.

Left is Anya, a black girl with long braids with gold beads throughout. She has her head tilted slightly to the left and is looking a little past the viewer; her mouth is open. She is wearing a pearl necklace with a gold A dangling from it, a la Anne Boleyn; blood drips from the side of it, as if from a beheading wound. Behind her head is a gold halo.

Center is Lilibet, a girl with light brown skin and medium brown curls tied back in a ponytail. She is looking down with dark brown eyes in an intense manner; she has her lips pressed together, and her eyebrows are pointing downward. Her shoulders are raised. She wears a gold cross necklace around her neck. Next to her is a signature of the artist’s name, Isabella.

Right is Sage, a boy with dark brown skin. He wears his hair in a braided ponytail, with the ponytail over his right shoulder; the ends of the braids are dyed blonde. He is looking slightly to the left and his mouth is turned diagonally downward. He looks somewhat suspicious.

Behind all three of them is a gray background. End ID.

[raintailed]

guh.... beast collection!

Scrape/The Blight (he/him)! A funny fused shadeling from DST that explorer found and adopted. it became slugcat shaped

Poppy (they/them), a funky mothcat that mutated to have dragon traits. they were randomly generated by my brain and are based on blueberry lemon poppy seed muffins

Art of Lilibet :]

Wandering Storm, Kingdoms Ruined, aka WSKR (pronounced "whisker") (ae/aer), a funky iterator who has way too many whiskers and also a cute paw scarf

Doodle concept for Grenadine/The Raider (ce/cir), a funky plantcat that became a werecreature and got even funkier. Ce is based on the Midnight Woods/western area in Hyper Light Drifter :]

[irisflowerarts]

I'm sorry if the quality is a bit bad, but I have to download the photo onto my phone so I can post art here.

Anyway, my precious OC Lilibet ♡♡♡

[simm-mouse]

Finally finished one ref, simlish writing you are my friend😌✨✨

(Jeannie's is being remade, due to me not being satisfied with the line art after I showed the sketch. Also some with Lilibet, so I went with coloring the sketch. I don't give two shits if it's a colored sketch or not at this point lol. It's just hard for me to be satisfied with a drawing that's not just a sketch that's fixed up)

Fun facts

° Her name is a play on 'Little bit Curious'(Most Curious ancestors are a play on words that involve curiosity in it. So I couldn't help myself with an opportunity like that. The name is also real, It's a nickname for Elizabeth). Lilibet gets a little annoyed whenever her name is pronounced 'Lil-bit'

° Was shorter than average during her childhood, even as an infant. Her name fit her well, up until she was 15 from a huge growth spurt. She's currently 5'8 at her age, but she isn't done growing yet, lol

° During her childhood, Lili was a huge robot geek, finding mechanical engineering and robotics to be interesting. She wanted to become a robotic engineer, but as of recently her interests have shifted towards going into the music business. Finding the bass a top priority than engineering.

° Used to wear only hand me downs as a child. She liked wearing old clothes that originally belonged to her brothers, they were sentimental in her eyes. That's another thing that changed once she became a teenager, as she wanted to wear clothes that represented her more. Though she still has a few old shirts, so she's not completely over it

° Lili has no belly button, she draws one on her stomach everyday. Would later get a tattoo of one once she's old enough

[hawkinsmafia]

day 11 : morning light

featuring Dmitri Antonov x oc Lilibet Grey, with Murray Bauman & Yuri Ismaylov

summary: an intimate moment isn’t quite as discreet as they thought, and Lilibet might be falling in love once again

rating: mature (fade-to-black sex recap)

wc: 645

cw: semi-public sex, voyeurism without consent, implied piv (unprotected), coffee abomination

an: written for the 200 Words Challenge. Kinda proud of this one considering I put this pairing together just a couple hours before writing this!

Pink light filtered gently into the abandoned church-turned-smuggler’s den as night gave way to dawn, and it was about the only gentle thing she had encountered in this country.

Almost.

Behind her, the Russian man stirred softly and Lilibet froze, waiting for him to drop back to sleep again, and was grateful when his breathing deepened once more. Carefully she rolled over to face him in their little cocoon of layered blankets and wraps. She was hoping that seeing him in the morning light would change things, that the spell would break with the dawn, and last night would go down on the list of mediocre encounters that were probably a mistake.

No such luck. Somehow, sleeping in a survivalist’s bundle on the floor of a frozen church only made Dmitri cuter, if that was even possible, the slack of his expression giving him a youthful innocence. One that had an interesting juxtaposition with Lilibet’s memory of his strong, sure hands sliding into her pants last night in pitch darkness, the chapel filled with the sounds of howling wind and the chainsaw snores of the pilot, at the opposite wall.

With their companions sleeping, or reasonably close enough to sleep, Dmitri had shifted closer to Lilibet, offering quite sincerely to combine their cocoons together and increase the warmth. Murray and Yuri had done it—though it was at least partially so that Yuri couldn’t attempt to escape in the night without waking Murray in the process—and Hopper and Joyce hadn’t quite merged their blankets into one, but had lain as close to each other as they could get otherwise. And watching the man she had loved and the woman she did love reconnect with each other, pulling away from her, made her heart ache in ways she couldn’t articulate. So she accepted Dmitri’s offer, and they wrapped themselves together, and when their bodies had slotted together gratefully in warmth, Lilibet asked if this was okay, and Dmitri responded with a soft, sultry, “This is perfect, little dove,” as if he could sense her loneliness, her heartbreak, and wanted to console her. She wanted to be consoled. When his palms slid beneath her layered clothes and found bare skin, she gave no signs of protest, and when her hands found his zipper and began opening it, he kissed her to silence his groan.

She wanted so badly for it to be a one-time thing, something she could easily let go of and walk away from. But Dmitri, damn him, was even more beautiful in the morning light, and the memory of his gentle lovemaking would replay in her fantasies for a long, long time, she knew.

With exceeding care, she pulled herself out of their cocoon without disturbing Dmitri, made sure her clothes had come to settle in the right places, and silently moved among the crates of smuggled goods. There was a shipment of jars of Nescafé instant coffee granules, and a dozen flats of bottled water, which she combined together to make a horrible bastardization of coffee. Pulling on her fur-lined hat and leather gloves, she tugged open the heavy church door and slipped outside with her bottle of cold, muddy coffee.

“Dobroye utro!”

Squinting against the sharp morning sun, she saw Yuri and Murray were working on the helicopter known as Katinka, and Yuri was waving a socket wrench at Lilibet with a horribly cheerful grin.

“Good morning!” he repeated loudly in English. “I hear somebody have good night last night, no? You make bad choice when choosing Russian lover, but Yuri will not hold against you.”

“Morning, Lil,” Murray said, speaking more quietly but with every bit as much mischief in his grin. “So… that was a fun little show. How was the disgraced former prison guard of a Russian gulag?”

Lilibet groaned, and pulled her hat down over her eyes in embarrassment.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

[hoshizorax]

updated!

[lilibets-gaming-journal]

Gaming Notes 2024.6.27

Dreamlight Valley Gaming Notes 2024.6.27

So I left off yesterday completing a daily royal duties event task, which I completed by creating a new outfit. Of course I captured it! Still heavily focused on Anxiety from Inside Out 2, who happens to be my favorite emotion, I stuck to orange. I call the outfit Fiery Fairy, thanks to the wings.

Now we're off to continue working on the Majesty and Magnolias Star Path! First we are going to exchange our Dragon Coins for rewards. Don't worry I'll list them :P

unlocked rewards!!!!

Current Balance: +195 Dragon Coins

x100 Moonstone @ 10 Dragon Coins

Motif @ 10 Dragon Coins

Imperial Updo @ 10 Dragon Coins

Mystical Phoenix Companion @ 50 Dragon Coins

Imperial Crafting Station @ 10 Dragon Coins

Teal Hanfu Top @ 30 Dragon Coins

Iron Cooking Stove @ 40 Dragon Coins

x200 Moonstone @ 20 Dragon Coins

Blooming Mangolia Wallpaper @ 10 Dragon Coins

.........................................TO BE CONTINUED.................................................

[marilyn-edward-favian]

The Maddison-Danes-Favian Family Tree

Maternal Grandmother

Name: Melissa Eleanor Danes Ellie Marie Maddison

Face Claim: Julienne Moore

Maternal Grandfather [Deceased]

Name: Edward Danes

Face Claim: Liam Neeson

Step-Grandmother

Name: Lilith Shane Maddison

Face Claim: Michelle Gomez

Parental Grandmother

Name: Lilibet Constantine Daphne Favian

Face Claim: Jamie Lee Curtis 

Mother

Name: Calliope Favian

Face Claim: Amy Adams

Father

Name: Ethan Favian

Face Claim: Robert Downey Jr

Twin Brother

Name: Anthony Eleanor Favian

Face Claim: K.J. Apa

Maternal Aunt

Name: Juliet Favian

Face Claim: Natalie Dormer

Uncle [Deceased]

Name: Daniel Favian

Face Claim: Jeffery Dean Morgan

Cousin’s Father

Name: Jackson Kineth Reiley

Face Claim: Ian Bohen

Cousin; Nica

Name: Dominica Lillie Favian

Face Claim: Madelaine Petsch

Tumblr: @gingerly-artful

Maternal Aunt

Name: Whitney Danes

Face Claim: Isla Fisher

[hawkinsmafia]

🩰 Beatrix: Second-degree murder.

🐛 Natalie: Unlawful possession of wildlife, rehabilitation of wild animals without proper permits.

🦊 Fox: Petty shoplifting, vandalizing public property (graffitiing).

🎶 Rourke: Existing while gay in the 80s (which is bullshit probably more illegal than allowing Steve to talk him into smoking a little pot now and then). Rourke is a Good Boy.

💐 Lilibet: Accessory to breaking a prisoner out of a Russian prison camp, accessory to people-smuggling, assault of multiple prison guards, harboring a fugitive wanted by the KGB.

🖤 Georgette: Buying/possessing marijuana and paraphernalia. She’s mostly a Good Girl too.

💋 Rose: Armed robbery of a liquor store, a couple misdemeanor drug possession charges.

What is the most illegal thing your OC has done?

[izzy246girl]

thinking about young lilibet is so fucking funny because she really is so Fantasy Catholic. when she was 11 years old she wanted to get confirmed sooooo bad that she begged the wizard/leader of rebellion out in the woods/weird pseudo family figure to sneak her into a church to get confirmed. sage (who tried to run away like six months ago) interjects at one point like ‘catholicism killed my sister-‘ and lilibet tells him kys. the wizard tells her no bc its dangerous but she insists because she wants to pick saint anastasia (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) as her chosen confirmation name. she gets confirmed for real when shes 16 and makes intense eye contact with anya in the church pews the whole time. what an insane catholic <3

[raintailed]

Hi hi hi hi :] I like flickers

Flickers are a funny species I made! They're balls of sentient plasma that, thanks to being very fragile, often possess/haunt objects to use as bodies. Flickers need specific conditions to form in, but they are most common in the Flying Sparks local group, particularly around Beyond the Pale's can.

Lilibet (any pronouns), a flicker who formed a an iterator named Ever Falling on the Sand. Their first body is a brick :]

concept for Beyond the Pale (she/her), a slugerator who is responsible for making plush bodies for various flickers. She started doing this so they could leave her can and leave her alone, but she only won their affection lol

[irisflowerarts]

Meet Lilibet, 🌺🌺🌺

[hawkinsmafia]

🩰 For Beatrix, it’s “Is your dad really in the mob?” in a tentative whisper, without preamble.

🐛 For Natalie, it’s “So how long have you been in Hawkins?” which would be irritating—seeing as her family moved here in 1980—if she hadn’t gotten numb to it years ago.

🦊 For Fox, it’s either going to be “Are you deaf?” if they notice his hearing aids, always spoken at too loud a volume and over-enunciated, or “Wow, did you draw that?!” if they don’t.

🎶 For Rourke, it’s “Where are you from?” the moment they hear his deep, rolling drawl and realize he’s sure as hell not from Indiana.

💐 For Lilibet, it’s “Don’t I know you…?” from any of the lifelong Hawkins residents in her age group, and she sort of likes knowing that somewhere behind all the nips and tucks, that plain, mousy girl she used to be is still under there.

🖤 For Georgette, it’s “Is it true about you and Tommy H.?” and she wants to curl up and die.

💋 For Rose, it’s “Can I get a refill, hon?” and you sure can, sugar.

What question is your OC most commonly asked?

[simm-mouse]

I knew my ass could still manage to make art still, art block hasn't gotten me yet. I manage to doodle based on my origin post for Lilibet. I don't know why I drew her eyes so big, the kid has Nerv's big ol sad puppy eyes

If you for some reason actually are interested in what the hell I'm talking about, I'll link it to this post. It's pretty old, and it took me a week to write it down

[hawkinsmafia]

day 15 : photographs

featuring Dmitri Antonov x oc Lilibet Grey & oc Georgette Grey

summary: Georgette is struggling with being back in Hawkins, and Dmitri finds out exactly why his stepdaughter hates it here so much

rating: general

wc: 927

cw: mentions of past manipulation and revenge porn of a minor, unfavorable depiction of Tommy H.

an: written for the 200 Words Challenge. I’m having fun exploring this man. :) I think I hc him as a pretty decent cook, and definitely has high dexterity. also I’m in love with the idea that he gets himself a motorcycle in Hawkins. more biker representation pls!

Returning to Hawkins had had an effect on Georgette, Lilibet could see it the very same day they arrived. Her daughter was reverting back to the version of herself that hadn’t yet been to California, hadn’t made friends at Lenora High or had sleepovers at her house on Lonzo Way. The Georgette who didn’t fit in and didn’t have much to say. Even securing an early summer job at Main Street Vinyl hadn’t lifted her mood. Some of it, perhaps, could have been attributed to shyness around their new roommate, but Dmitri couldn’t be the source of all her malaise. Lilibet had seen with her own eyes that the two of them got along well enough; even Georgette’s aloof tuxedo cat, Count Ulfric Arpeggio, seemed to grudgingly accept Dmitri’s presence.

So while Dmitri was busy in the kitchen, prepping vegetables for dinner—he had insisted on taking care of meals for the family, wanting to pull his fair share of the weight even while he hadn’t yet found employment in Hawkins—Lilibet approached Georgette. Plopping down next to her on their new sofa, Lilibet cut right to the chase.

“Alright, so are you ready to tell me what’s going on yet?”

Georgette looked at her mother, brow furrowing. “I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why you’re retreating into your shell again,” Lilibet supplied. “As soon as we crossed the Hawkins town line, you started wilting. What’s happening?”

“Oh.” Georgette looked away, swallowing awkwardly. “You remember what happened.” She paused before adding, quietly, “With Tommy?”

An idle fury clawed Lilibet’s insides at the mention of the boy’s name, but she kept her face impassive. “Yes.”

“Yeah. Bet you’re not the only one.”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Lilibet reached out and touched her daughter’s knee, rubbing it soothingly.

“It was just really nice being two thousand miles away from anyone who’d ever even heard of Tommy Hagan and had ever seen my boobs.”

The way her daughter’s head hung in shame made Lilibet’s heart hurt, and she wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “It’s been two years, baby. I’m sure most people have forgotten it entirely, and the rest… well, fuck them. They don’t have photographic memories, and if all they have to do with their spare time is try to recall the details of those photos, that says a hell of a lot more about their pathetic selves than it does about you.”

“But we never got all the copies back,” Georgette said, her voice cracking as she spoke into her mother’s shoulder, “and they have to be out there somewhere. What if being back in Hawkins makes someone remember they have one in their desk drawer and it starts getting passed around again?”

That fury was still coiling in Lilibet’s chest, and she spoke in a tone that was carefully measured but still licked of flame. “If it resurfaces, then we’ll prosecute. You were sixteen years old, which makes it a felony to even have a copy in the first place. And this time we won’t have to trade that charge away as a bargaining chip to keep Jonathan out of jail.” She pulled away from Georgette, her hands holding Georgette’s shoulders, and met her daughter’s eyes head-on. “If anyone is still holding on to that photo, if they have one shred of intelligence in their skull, they’ll keep it to themselves.”

From behind them came the sound of a throat being cleared, and they looked over the back of the sofa to find Dmitri standing in the doorway, his chef knife in hand, bright orange flecks of carrot clinging to the blade.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said, speaking very politely, “but I seem to have forgotten the onions.” His gaze settled on Georgette with a gentle smile. “Would you maybe have a few minutes to run out and purchase a bag for me?”

“Can I take your motorcycle?” she asked hopefully, but her mother cut in before Dmitri could respond.

“Absolutely not, but you can take my car.”

Georgette groaned, but pulled herself up off the couch and headed for the front door.

“And please don’t change the radio station presets!”

“I won’t,” she sighed with all the apathy of a beleaguered teenager, and closed the door behind her.

Dmitri waited a few more seconds before he spoke again. “Am I permitted to ask what that discussion was about?”

“You were eavesdropping?” Lilibet teased.

“I dropped no eaves, I was merely close enough to hear you. I cannot turn off my ears at will.”

With a sigh, Lilibet shifted on the couch, rising onto her knees on the cushions and turning toward the back of the couch to face Dmitri. “There was a boy Georgette had feelings for in high school, his name was Tommy Hagan. And Tommy decided to pretend he had feelings for her as well, as a joke. And apparently he was very convincing, because it went on for weeks, with Georgette thinking they were in love, and eventually she gave him a… let’s say, a very private photo of herself. By the next morning, he’d had hundreds of copies made and taped up all over the school for everyone to see.”

As Lilibet spoke, Dmitri’s expression hardened, his mouth a tight line, his eyes icy. He looked toward the front door again, then back to Lilibet.

“May I ask two more questions, my dove?”

She nodded, and the chef knife twirled in Dmitri’s grasp.

“Where is this Tommy Hagan now, and how dead would you like him to be?”

dividers by @saradika-graphics // photos suggested by @comfortably-obsessed-fangirl ♡

[corazoncult]

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A drawing of one of my OCs, Lilibet!

(WIP) Carrd: https://corazoncult.carrd.co/

All support is appreciated! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. 💖

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