#Humy!Lilith

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skin for Inarius in humie lilith au!

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

That is a complicated question, with and even trickier answer. How fun!

When it comes to self-image, Inarius hates himself. But he's fine with that.

See, Inarius believes he is currently the weakest, monstrous, most horrible version of himself. He thinks he is a monster. Just not necessarily for the reasons everyone else might.

Your average morally-good person might look at the father of humanity who enslaved his own children, and rightfully think he's something to avoid. Your average morally-questionable angel would look at Inarius and see nothing short of an abomination. Your average demon probably isn't impressed - this thing isn't an angel, and definitely isn't a demon, so it may as well be a waste of space.

Inarius is fine with that. Really, he is. There's a grand total of two people whose opinions he cares about in this world, and Lilith thinks he's pretty alright, while Rathma...well. Rathma hates him. But Rathma always hated him, so that's okay too. Par for the course really.

But on some level, Inarius knows he's a broken angel. He knows he will never again be a whole, unmarred, pure being of light again. His essence is too tainted, his mind is too twisted. He has indulged in sin for too long, too much, to even be his purest self again. Heaven will never want him back.

Once, Inarius would have slaughtered anyone and everyone around him to get a chance at having his own divinity back.

These days, he's content to just...be, on Sanctuary. He's alive, and he isn't being tortured anymore. So in that perspective, he's perfectly okay.

#writing #Humy!Lilith #Inarius #Diablo AU #thanks for the ask! #HL Inarius is aware he's kind of a dickhead #and also scares the pee outta most mortals #Lilith thinks he's sexy enough tho so he's fine #and Rathma doesn't hate him as much as Inarius might think #its Complicated #but it could be worse

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There we go

Make no mistake, Lilith is still the one to worry about, even when Inarius is the one setting everything on fire.

#art #Lilith #Inarius #Diablo IV #Humy!Lilith #blood #mild gore #she has a shotel specifically bcuz Inarius told her it would piss Malthael off #(and he was right of course)

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Look, I’ma level with you: I don’t really play with vampires in this game. I’m not like, opposed or anything! For a witchy legacy challenge a couple years back, I made a “demon” servant (she was a vampire because sadly, this game lacks demons) to serve all the heirs as a sort of Black Butler situation. But that’s about it.  Lilith Vatore is cute enough that I actually will load up the unfortunately decorated home she shares with her brother, turn them both into humies, and immediately use her for her genes. Because holy shit is she pretty!  Seriously, aside from giving her an Obscurus body preset, I didn’t touch her physical attributes at all. Her face, aside from some gothy makeup, remains the same. I like round faces and sleepy-looking eyes. She starts pretty short if you start a new save with the height slider already in, so I gave her some nice heels, too. As far as tendencies in previous saves goes,  I make her bi af and polyamorous so she can get her nice little vampire sex cult family going. 

#sims 4 makeovers #vampires sims #lilith vatore #btw this Simblr is WCIF friendly but because of my organization method the best I can do is giving the website for the creator #I have literally 150+ GB of CC #there is no way I can track down all of it specifically

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4. Trying to be polite about the terrible meal a loved one cooked

"Inarius, sweetheart- yeah I know you don't have a heart it's not literal - what did you make?"

He made a sign she didn't recognize, and then the sign for rice. When she looked into the pan, Lilith found a variety of chopped vegetables and eggs, along with a lot of rice and sprouts. It smelled divine, but not quite like anything she'd ever encountered before.

Inarius offered her a spoon, and gestured at a few different jars on the counter.

"Oh, you need me for taste-testing? Sure, if it tastes as good as it smells, you might be officially hired." She didn't hesitate to scoop up a generous mouthful, carefully blowing on it first. In hindsight, maybe she should've taken a smaller bite.

As Lilith carefully chewed, a sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt hit her tongue. She chewed faster, as burning filled her mouth. What the hell?

"Holy sweet-" Lilith swallowed, and actually started coughing. Her face felt like it was on fire. Her mouth was tingling. Tears sprang to her eyes as she waved a hand at her face.

Inarius only stared in alarm. Had...had he poisoned her? No, he'd been pretty careful to make sure that everything he put in there was edible.

"Water. Holy fuck water." Lilith managed. The angel quickly gave her a glass, but it only relieved the sensation for a moment.

Once she got past the heat...it wasn't too bad. Just extremely flavorful. Whatever spice he'd used, Inarius had used way too damn much. Her tongue was stinging. Her throat felt ragged.

"...Inarius, firewings, it looks and smells great, and that was was something I've never tasted before." Lilith breathed. "If you toned it back by about a thousand, I'd eat the whole pan. But I don't think I can eat that."

To her consternation, the angel looked distinctly put out. She wracked her brain as for what to do with the dish. Then an idea hit her.

"You know who we could give it to?" Lilith slyly began. Inarius tilted his head, intrigued. "I bet your brother has never tasted anything like this either. You said it was from Xiansai, right?"

He nodded, slowly at first, but then enthused.

"C'mon, lets see if we can get Tyrael to cry."

#asks #answers #Writing #Inarius #Lilith #Humy!Lilith #Mute!Inarius #he made the spiciest rice he could manage #angels don't have taste buds so he had no barometer for spiciness #RiP Tyrael #cyberlights

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Enamored with the thought of big spiky hellish Inarius taking care of Humy Lilith.

Little things.

He likes brushing her hair (likes the fact that she has hair now). He also likes braiding it and weaving flowers and whatever baubles he finds into it.

He also likes washing her hair, but Lilith doesn't always want him in the bath with her. Makes it a little hard to focus when she's naked and he's right there.

Being able to sew and having an eye for fashion, he starts making and/or mending outfits.

But also. Painting her nails.

She wouldn't let him do it as a demon, claws were for slashing, not for decorating. Not she lets him do as he likes. Usually it's just a bit of paint, but sometimes he'll do a little design or something.

At some point he makes her a pair of gauntlet-gloves that have claws built in.

#Lilith #Inarius #Inarius/Lilith #Diablo IV #Humy!Lilith #a doodle #shippy nonsense

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For the record, everyone involved in the Humy Lilith AU is utterly baffled by whatever's going on between Lilith and Inarius.

They all expected them to continue to hate and try to kill each other, not live domestically and bake mystery-lasagna. Turns out becoming mortal really softened Lilith's resolve, and Inarius is too chronic-tired and broken to hold his grudges.

Tyrael is terrified of this relationship. Not because he worries about any world-domination plots, no, it's that they're so comfortable together that it scares him. Lilith knows his brother better than he does. Inarius goes to her with his problems (like bleeding out at 1 in the morning).

They're so much better at mortaling than he is, and he wanted to be mortal. It's a little unfair. Inarius isn't even a human, no one knows what he is anymore. (He's to angels what Gonzo is to muppets.)

And gross. Neither of them have any shame left, and will do whatever weird affection rituals wherever they please.

#Inarius/Lilith #Humy!Lilith #Inarius #Tyrael #it's rough buddy

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Figurin' the Doctah's

“Inarius what do you- huh?” Tyrael stared at his brother, for the first time registering that the angel had neither moved nor made any noise since he’d sat down. He was completely still, in an almost chilling way. 

“Oh.” Lilith grumbled. “Yes he’s started doing that recently. Usually takes him an hour or so to uh. Snap out of it.” 

“He’s been- an hour?” Tyrael hurried forward. “How long has this been happening for?”

Gently, he buried his hands in his brother’s hair, running his fingers along his temples. At least he could feel the low buzz of resonance. But there was still no response when he tilted Inarius’s head, or took one of his hands. He wasn’t limp, it was actually rather difficult to move his arms, but rather had gone stiff.

“He’s- he’s seized. Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?” Tyrael turned to glare at Lilith, who stood defiantly, arms crossed, hip cocked. 

“You didn’t even know he was visitin’ me, and that’s the way we liked it.” She responded, utterly unrepentant. 

Tyrael shook his head, angry and disappointed. “We will deal with your ‘visitations’ at a later date. I will summon Auriel at once-”

“Ugh, don’t call her.” Lilith scoffed. “She’s not going to be of any use.”

Tyrael stared. “As the Aspect of Hope, Lady Auriel is one of our chief healers-”

“Hope hope hope.” Lilith cut him off with an unimpressed sneer, stalking lightly forward. "Auriel is a light healer. What’s she going to do, come down and pray for him? Cast holy bolt and incinerate the bits of him that are still corrupt? Which is most of him I may add.”

“I trust her judgment.” Tyrael firmly told the former demoness. “She has never led us astray.”

“Never led you maybe, but if Inarius could speak right now he wouldn’t share your sentiment.” Lilith was firm, absolutely certain when she spoke. “No, don’t bring her into this. Knowing you angels she’ll just end up condemning him to the Fist or…putting him out of his misery or whatever.”

“I’m surprised you care this much.” Annajin observed. The Crusader was not necessarily pleased by the conversation, but she didn’t have any better insight either. 

The idea that the light would not fix a creature born of it…

“I like having the doofus around.” Lilith waved them off. “And don’t want to have missy-prissy Angel-of-Hope ruining that. No. Bring in her grump-ass lieutenant. The one with the attitude problem, Cassie? Kaiser?”

“Cazmius?” Tyrael stared, baffled. “How do you know Cazmius?” “Foist of all,” Lilith poked the former-angel in the nose. “I was the Daughter of Hatred. I ran armies, and fought you flying shitheads for a livin’. Knowing who the medics are is important. Second of all,” She gestured at Inarius’s prone form. “Married to him for a thousand years, remember? Way he said it, Caz was his friend. I know for a fact he’d rather have him down here than Her-Royal-Prim-an’-Proper.”

#Humy!Lilith #writing #inarius #Lilith #Tyrael #drabble #takes place some time after 'Dropping In' #Fun fact #Inarius is completely cognizant for the conversation #he just can't move #thankfully Lilith actually does know him better than anyone else present

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Humy Lilith gets fed up with the state of visual romance novels on Sanctuary. They are not hot enough. What is that anatomy. Clearly written by amateurs.

Only one thing to do at this point; start writing her own, and cajole Inarius into illustrating them for her. (Lilith specializes in monster-romance. Inarius is suspiciously good at drawing monster sex. Almost like they have first hand experience or something!)

It's also a little bonding activity between the two of them. She models for him, and if they base the juicy bits off of themselves, weellll art imitates life imitates art amirite. They learn book binding together.

In the beginning, Lilith just wants something to read when the nights are lonely, and Inarius isn't around to play mattress. But as she gets roped into this adventure or that heist or this life-threatening mission...well, she misplaces one or two. It's fine, she has all the rough drafts and sketches to make new ones, but the point is people find her risque romances laying around, and something like a cult following starts.

People are very curious who this skilled smutter is. She doesn't bother signing her copies after all, since they're for herself.

A mystery for Sanctuary's ages.

#writing #Humy!Lilith #Lilith and Inarius write [redacted] together

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Chivalry or something

#Inarius #Lilith #Inarius/Lilith #Humy!Lilith #art #sketch #kisses

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Mother's Touch

Slow and mistrustful, Rathma lowers himself, so that he’s knelt before her. Even like this he’s a head taller than her. Lilith’s human body was so tiny. 

Gently, telegraphing her motions, Lilith reaches for his face. Rathma doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe as she brushes pitch-black hair out of his face. His skin is silky-smooth beneath her fingertips, and not for the first time is she struck by the great gap in what she is, and what she’d made. Rathma was not like her as a demon, with no scales, and he was not like her as a human, with perfect, unmarrable skin. 

Cupping his right cheek with her left hand, she slowly traces upwards, to the ruined mess of his eye-socket. Her thumb stops just at the bottom ridge of bone, where the eyelid would start. 

Her other hand feathers beneath his good eye on the other side. Rathma is staring hard at her, face completely blank, but with every movement there’s a constriction in his pupil. He’s not enjoying this. That’s fine. It wasn’t about his enjoyment. 

Lilith glances up at his horns. One was curved perfectly, small and red and smooth at the top of his head. 

The other was shattered at the tip. 

Lilith reaches for it, five clumsy fingers tracing the fractured keratin. 

A frown tugs at her mouth. 

“You really were perfect.” She utters without thinking.

And he had been. Linarian had been exactly what Lilith wanted when she mated with his father. Or rather, had grown into what she wanted. 

Rathma stands so quickly and suddenly it knocks her over, and Lilith falls onto her backside with a yelp of alarm. He stares down at her for a heartbeat - and vanishes from the room.

#writing #Lilith #Rathma #Humy!Lilith #Mortality grants perspective see

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So Humy Lilith and her adventures in being a meat-mortal.

Accidentallying herself into taking over the organized crime of Sanctuary? Legit on accident, life of crime found her. What was she gonna do, sit there and get assassinated? Nah, she drags her boy-toy angel along to go murder the heads of crime and ends up staging a hostile takeover along the way.

She's so annoyed that the One Time she's not trying to take over the world, she takes over the underworld anyway. With Inarius simping along after her no less.

#Humy!Lilith #diablo

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Humy!Lilith

#danger mom #Lilith #human Lilith #Humy!Lilith

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"I figured out french toast, pie should be a breeze." Lilith muttered to herself as she rolled out her crust.

Inarius slapped at a recipe book beside him.

"You know I can't read that." Lilith scoffed. "Get back to work, them apples won't peel 'emselves."

He shrugged, and continued slicing. It didn't matter to him how her pies turned out, he didn't even have a stomach to upset or a tongue to taste.

Nonetheless, Inarius ate the apple core once he'd sliced the flesh of it off.

"So handy havin' a livin' garbage disposal." Lilith beamed at him.

#Inarius #Lilith #diablo #pies #for some reason I picture her with a brooklyn accent #Humy!Lilith

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For Inarius: How good is Lilith's cooking? For Lilith: How your hair can look as good >.>

Inarius munches on a charred...something. Whatever it was supposed to be (some kind of bread or biscuit?), the entire tray had been burnt to a crisp. He wasn't sure if Lilith's penchant for burning things came from her infernal roots, or the fact that she was still learning. Both perhaps.

The angel waggles his hand in a so-so motion. He may not have proper taste-buds, but he'd seen what most of the food stuffs were supposed to look like. Lilith had maybe a 60% success rate.

He pops the rest of his charred-thing in his mouth, swallows without issue. Picks up another one, offers it to the asker.

Of course, he would reliably consume anything that Lilith herself would not finish. Perks of having an iron stomach, so to speak.

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"Inarius! 'Notha one of your urchins is at tha window again!" Lilith hollers, before turning to the asker.

"My hair?" She runs fingers through her pitch-black hair, pulls a few locks forward to examine. "Well, I suppose its in the genes. Looks like Linarian, don't it."

She frowns at her hair briefly. "I was hopin' for a flashier color though, since I can't have ma spines. Maybe I'll dye it one day."

She tosses it casually back over her shoulder.

"I brush it too, every mornin'. Or get Inarius to do it for me. He's freakish about this sorta thing ya know." She turns away from the window, to where Inarius is, true to form, holding up a bottle of hair-product. "Oh yeah, he got me that soap-stuff made specifically for it. Handy stuff that."

#asks #answers #Inarius #Lilith #Humy!Lilith #Anonymous #thanks for the ask! #Lilith is still learning how to human #Inarius is helping #take that burnt biscuit at your own risk

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Once they inevitably start getting into trouble ･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:together:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ Humy Lilith and Inarius fall into a pattern.

Inarius generally protects Lilith from physical harm, often leading to his own injury. Lilith always patches him back up afterwards. (It's a very gruff, 'so I don't owe you' type deal. At first.)

Inarius provides any magic or muscle they might need, Lilith provides quick wit, cunning plans, and an actual voice to tell someone to lick paint if need be. And small hands. Those are very handy for grabbing small things.

Lilith is very much the one calling the shots in regards to the big picture, Inarius is good at dealing with Immediate Problems. They might rob a bank bcuz the owner pissed off one of Lilith's clients, and she's shoring up some supply concerns. Inarius gets them in and actually figures out how to get the money.

･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:Couples Things:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

#Humy!Lilith #Inarius #Lilith #She gets very good at stitching up angelic skin #it's rubberier than human skin #and requires a very strong needle + thread

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I would love to ask Inarius a question! I, uh, I don't actually have any questions but when I do I will totally ask him!

Inarius stares out the window, attention snagged. He is watching, head tilted curiously.

"Somethin' out there toots? You bird-watchin' again?" Lilith mildly asks. "Or just starin' into space."

The angel shrugs at her. He hasn't looked away, still fixated on whatever had caught his attention.

"Well if you're not busy, come 'ere, help me re-stack tha firewood."

Inarius glances over at her, at the fireplace, and gives the window one more curious look. Then he's turning from it to go do as asked.

Perhaps another day.

#asks #answers #glad to hear the interest! #be sure to specify if there's a specific one you want to hear from #Humy-Lilith's BoyToy will be the default otherwise. #Inarius #Lilith #still don't know why she's got that accent #but she do #Humy!Lilith