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or some other works about miss Lily...
✦ ——————— ✦ Elizabeth Quinn & Quidditch ✦ ——————— ✦
✦ ———— ✦ When You See Me (Seb x Lily Quinn) ✦ ———— ✦
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CREDITS:
- The artwork of Elizabeth Quinn is the work of the wonderful @jepao !
- Young Elizabeth Quinn is by the incredible @alliezarin !
- Lily in Uniform(s) AND the absolutely gorgeous piece of Elizabeth Quinn and Sebastian Sallow (Quillow), is by the legendary @izaya-art !
Go and give them a follow — you won't regret it.
A very big thank you to everyone who has drawn Elizabeth for events/gifts as well ! Please go and check out their amazing blogs ! They have amazing OC's & drawings of the HL gang too !
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I’m currently working to finish her bday drawing rn🥰 (which would’ve been done today if today weren’t also the day my family and I were leaving for vacation😅) in the meantime- birthday questions!!💖💖
We know Lily got into a wee bit of trouble in her younger years🤭 was there any particular incident she was actually proud of?
If Lily and Seb had a different meet-cute from canon, what would it be?💞
Lily’s favorite magical creature and nonmagical creature? 🐾
The significance behind Lily’s patronus? ✨
If Lily were a mythical being (like a mermaid, fae, centaur, etc) what would she be and why?
Love you both dearly💕hope you have the happiest of birthdays bestie🥰
Rubyyyyy!!! 🥹🥹
Thank you so much my love 🌷💕 You truely know how to brighten my day 🫶 Also... you're working on something?!?!?!!?
I'm so excited!!! 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆
And as for le birthday questions... I shall answer them in a post for you coming soon... 👀🌷🫶 And by soon I mean as soon as I get off work, I'll answer them. (I'm on my break.)
I wish I had prepared something for you, but life has been a bit crazy. Just know that Edward is giving Elizabeth all of his respectful gentlemanly rizz.
Here is to hoping we get to talk more, and that you have an incredible day!
AH!!
Thank you so much for wishing me a Happy Birthday 🥹🌷🫶
And please, sending me a Happy Birthday message is more than enough! And I just know Edward would have Elizabeth swooning at his Owl's all Summer long 😉
Seriously, those two are hot asf. They have no right to be that perfect 🤌🤌🤌
Sebastian? Nah. Lame. Lost his chance when he called her ignorant. Hasn't got that gentlemanly rizz either.
Edward though?
✨ Winner ✨
I seriously have to write something about those two...
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A Short Quillow Story (Elizabeth Quinn x Sebastian Sallow)
Sunday July 5th, 1891, Castle Combe, England.
“Lily, darling,” William called, opening their kitchen window for a small tawny owl, “you have another letter.”
“Another?” Elizabeth asked eagerly, rising from her seat despite her mother’s hands still being in her hair.
“Ack—Lily!”
The braid that was about to be finished slipped through Áine’s fingers.
“Were you not expecting another?” William handed Elizabeth the envelope with one eyebrow quirked.
“I was not, no,” she said.
“I certainly wasn’t.” Áine stepped in with her hands on her hips.
The Irish lilt in Áine’s voice was always stronger when she did that.
It made Elizabeth laugh.
“How many is that now?” Áine stepped closer, gathering the loose strands once more. “One from those nice boys Ominis and Quin, another from Garreth, Poppy, and Natty—”
William stepped in with a handful of other letters.
“Ah,” Áine smirked, “and Aliria, and Lenora, Lottie, and Edward, and—”
“Alright, alright,” Elizabeth laughed, “yes, I have made a great deal of very wonderful friends.”
“And here we were worrying you’d want to come home this year.” William smiled warmly, shaking his head.
Elizabeth smiled with them, looking down when she noticed something different about this letter.
Her brow furrowed.
No address, just blank save for her name.
How curious…
Seeing her expression, Áine waved her off with a chuckle. “Go on.”
Elizabeth smiled back—though it didn’t quite reach her eyes this time.
She jogged up the stairs to her bedroom, throwing herself onto her bed.
Slowly, she slipped her finger under the envelope, tearing it open with a restraint unknown to her.
But when she unfolded the letter, the world seemed to stop for just one moment.
Elizabeth held the letter close to her chest.
She hadn't been expecting this letter...
But it certainly did make her feel better after the heartache—the uncertainty.
It gave her hope that he was safe. That in his search for Anne, he found somewhere comfortable to rest.
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The wonderful, amazing, funny af, gorgeous, talented @rvchelking and I were discussing (briefly, mind you) my re-write/re-release of my fic Twisted Revenge (coming back soon) and she sent me this masterpiece.
If this isn't a good advertisement for the angst and darkness awaiting you, I don't know what is.
My first WIP long-fic 'Twisted Revenge' (which I scrubbed from my profile) is coming back... eventually.
For those of you who read it, you know it's quite dark (and nsfw), but you also know... it wasn't very well written 😅
So, because of this, I am doing a full re-write. (As well as re-writing the earlier chapters of 'When You See Me' and writing the new chapters.)
Obviously this will take time, and I am quite adamant that I need beta-readers for every chapter 🤣 but I did want to assure those who did care about that fic that it is coming back.
The draft Chapter 1 is officially finished and will be released to beta-readers (should they have time and want to—of course) very soon!
Thank you for all of your patience! And thank you to the people who cared about that fic enough to remember it and want it back 🥹🫶💕
I had this idea for a lil itty bitty chart and figured what the hell 🤪 What's your MC's strengths, weaknesses? What's their special move in combat? It could be anything, from an Ancient Magic move to a specific spell, or even some psycological trick that works on Ashwinders every time.
No pressure tags and other blank chart options under the cut! Even if you weren't tagged, don't hesitate to jump in! JUST TAG ME I WANNA SEE UR BLORBIES 👹👹👹
Thanks for the tag @blue-birdie612 💖💖 sorry it took me a while to get back to this🙈
THE FIGHTERS ARE READY!! CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER
*outlined circles are the AUs where they have Ancient Magic
ART NOT BY ME: I was too lazy to go searching for good pics of my BBs in my photo album so I pulled some from their Pinterest boards instead😋 provided links down below :3
Thank you so much to @blue-birdie612 for making this character sheet!! And another bit thank you to my girlies @creampuffcloudsdreaming & @lyra-prag for tagging me and wanting to know more about my girl Lily!!
Art below is by @izaya-art
I haven't thought much about Elizabeth's "special move" beyond the Ancient Magic roll & throw, so it was really fun to come up with something that felt like her!
It's cruel, almost—how life has a habit of reminding you of everything you've lost while following your own path... of the one creature you could never tame.
CREDITS: OC Lina Breen belongs to the amazingly talented and wonderful @dzukika. Thank you for showing my girly Lily so much love 🫶 I hope I did your girly justice 🥹 (just for reference... they didn't know I was doing this 😭) Includes special guest appearance from @rvchelking 's beautiful Aliria McLeary also 😌🌷 Thank you so much for answering all my questions AND beta-reading/editing too 🫶
Words: 3,000
Tags: fluff, whump, hurt/comfort, rescue, accidental intimacy, oc x oc, f!mc x f!mc, unlikely reunion, implied history, injury, light depictions of violence, semi-ambiguous ending, pride month
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December 12th, 1897, Manor Cape, Scotland.
Collecting payments was not always the simple task it should have been, but Lina Breen never seemed daunted by places such as these.
She strode through the camp, seemingly unaffected by the cold as she twirled her dagger between her fingers. It was a busy, wretched smelling place for poachers and dark wizards alike, nestled in the ruins of a once great castle on the Manor Cape.
She needn’t be here for long though, at least.
She was looking for one man, Abram Carlisle.
He wasn’t a particularly clever man, nor talented or fearsome, but he had wealth... and information.
“Ah, just in time,” Abram hiccupped, stumbling toward Lina and dropping his empty bottle of fire-whiskey onto the dirt below.
Lina inspected the bottle as it rolled.
At least he had good taste.
Abram reached into his pocket, procuring a small but heavy hessian sack; its fabric straining with the weight of many galleons.
“This ought—hic—to suffice.”
With no shred of grace, Abram dropped the sack of galleons into Lina’s hand before gesturing toward a large tent at the back of the camp—closest to the crumbling outer walls of the castle.
“That Hungarian Horntail you enquired about,” Abram started walking, letting Lina follow close behind.
The way Lina walked was... commanding. Confident and effortlessly imposing in a way a man like Carlisle could never quite manage.
“My poachers had located its nest as you’d asked. However, when they arrived there was a... complication.”
Lina’s brow furrowed; she clutched the hilt of her blade. “Complication or not, Carlisle, my services are not free.”
“Which is exactly why I corrected it.” Abram opened one side of the canvas flap of the tent for Lina.
With a mocking smirk, she shoved aside the opposite flap and breezed past him.
When she walked in though, her smirk dropped in an instant.
“As it happens, those dragons you wanted had been re-homed.” Abram stumbled further into the candlelit tent.
There were only two other men in there—guards, Lina presumed—who stood idle in the corners. At the centre of the room though, a young woman; head down with her limbs bound by rope to a rickety wooden chair. Her hair: a long waterfall-like mess of wild copper curls adorned with twigs and leaves.
“You want those dragons?” Abram’s hand fisted into the young woman’s hair, wrenching her head back cruelly enough to make her hiss and groan at the pain.
Lina’s blood turned to ice.
Elizabeth Quinn.
Of course it was.
She was barely conscious. Her face was bloodied and bruised; dirtied from what had no doubt been an unfair fight. Her hair was no longer braided like Lina remembered either—not that it seemed to be her choice.
“You’ll have to ask her.” Abram shoved Elizabeth’s head back down with brute force—enough to make the chair creak beneath her. “We thought a witch with your...” he sucked in a sharp breath, choosing his next words with caution, “talents... might have more effective ways of getting this little witch to talk.”
His eyes flickered suggestively to Lina’s dagger.
Bastard.
“Are you suggesting I interrogate her for you, Carlisle?” Lina sneered. “One should think you owe me enough for your fuck up.”
Abram scoffed. “I made no promises as to what—hic—condition you’d receive your information in; I just promised—hic—information. But I’m not letting you walk out of here with my precious prisoner, if that is what you’re suggesting.”
“Oh,” Lina took a step forward, a wicked smirk tugging at her lips as she spoke, “it is exactly what I’m expecting.” She corrected him. “You told me you would tell me where to find that nest. You couldn’t even do that... so I’m taking the ‘information’.”
Abram’s hand tightened around Elizabeth’s chair. “Oh no,” he shook his head, “this bitch has cost me far too much in lost beasts to just hand over—”
In a blinding haze of blue light, Lina surged forward—swift and lethal. The blade of her dagger pressed into his throat.
“I would consider your next words very carefully, Carlisle.”
The guards in the corner of the room stepped forward, but Lina had her wand trained on them in an instant.
“You’re making a mistake, Breen.” Abram croaked, trying to covertly reach for his wand.
It only made her push her dagger in harder.
Abram swallowed.
“A mistake, is it?” Lina’s eyes flashed with a glint bordering on crazed.
Before Abram could cast a single spell against her, thick enchanted ropes wrapped around all three men’s legs like hungry tendrils of devil’s snare.
All three of them screeched as the ropes dragged them mercilessly across the tarps, then up.
The trio of goons groaned as their heads bounced off one another with a comedic thunk. They were bound by their ankles to the wooden beams of the tent.
“You little— urgh!”
Growing tired of his pathetic wining, Lina’s fist cracked into Abram’s cheek, knocking him unconscious. She couldn’t help but cackle at the man’s expression. Mouth agape like a panting Dugbog in summer.
His subordinate idiots beside him panicked, flailing about as they tried to reach their wands.
Morons. They were already on the dirt below.
Lina grabbed the back of their heads and yanked them closer, knocking them into each other to stop their incessant whining.
Like bats from a cave, all of them hung by their feet.
Lina turned back to Elizabeth pointing her wand for the enchanted binds.
“Diffindo.”
Elizabeth landed with a soft oof, one arm hanging bonelessly over Lina’s shoulders as her legs threatened to buckle.
“Lina?” Elizabeth croaked, blinking several times. It looked as if it were painful just to keep her eyes open.
“Evening, Little Fox.” Lina grunted as she tried to pull Elizabeth higher onto her chest. “Can you stand?”
“I can’t see—”
“Not what I asked,” Lina smirked, helping Elizabeth to her feet, giving her a moment to test her legs.
Though she tried to laugh, Elizabeth hissed as her feet met the ground. If it was pain or numbness, Lina wasn’t quite sure, but she tried to stand anyway.
All she knew was that Elizabeth couldn’t disapparate like this.
Fighting—although it was tempting, given how much she loathed the people who “worked” here—wasn’t an option. Elizabeth was far too weak, and Lina refused to risk making it worse.
Confident healer or not, this was beyond her.
“So,” Elizabeth sucked in a sharp breath as she tried to smirk, “do you come here often?”
Lina scoffed at her comment, wrapping an arm around Elizabeth’s back. “Shut up.”
A pained wheeze—an attempted chuckle—escaped Elizabeth, but it only made her wince.
Lina tried to take a step forward with Elizabeth, but Elizabeth’s feet failed beneath her. She almost sent them both tumbling.
“Fuck,” Lina held them both up, but it was a struggle, “any ideas on how to get out of here, Little Fox?”
No response. Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back.
“Lily?” Lina nudged Elizabeth with her shoulder, coaxing her from the brink unconsciousness.
Pain stole Elizabeth’s breath, one hand clutching her stomach as she exhaled sharply. “Floo network,” she panted, “there’s a—hiss—fireplace in the castle.” Elizabeth gestured weakly to another exit. “Through there,” her head rolled onto Lina’s arm, “it’s—ah—quiet… should be… safe.”
“Alright,” Lina reached for her wand, “do you trust me?”
Elizabeth’s head lifted.
Lina knew why.
It was a question far deeper than it should have been.
Trust. The idea was almost laughable given their history. They hadn’t seen each other since Hogwarts, and their time had been... turbulent, at best.
But as their eyes met, as silver met larimar, Lina felt that shift.
“Yes,” Elizabeth breathed. Her voice weak but sure. “I trust you.”
Lina stilled, staring into those glassy eyes she remembered so well, like she hadn’t expected that answer.
Without another word, Lina pointed her wand at Elizabeth.
“Mobilicorpus.”
Elizabeth sighed deeply as her body was lifted from the ground, levitating at Lina’s waist height. Lina moved her to let her lay back. It was the most comfortable position she could think of—despite knowing Elizabeth’s limbs would hang limply beside her.
“Looking good, Little Fox. I should have had you on your back for me years ago.”
Elizabeth let out a short, amused breath as they started moving, her body following Lina’s out of that Godsforesaken tent.
Lina pushed the flap of the tent aside.
Thank Merlin Elizabeth had been right.
There was a small breach in the stone castle, a hole large enough to climb—or levitate—through.
“Alright Fox, where is this fireplace?”
Lina turned back to Elizabeth for a response.
She was unconscious, barely breathing.
Shit.
Lina’s eyes widened as she went to check for her pulse, pressing two fingers to her neck.
It was weak.
She was cold.
“Damn you, Quinn!” Lina cursed, looking left and right through the ruins.
She felt a gust of wind from the right.
Left it is.
She paced through the decrepit hall at speed, keeping Elizabeth close to her hip before finally—finally—she saw it. A fireplace at the far end of a former dining hall.
Lina ducked inside of the fireplace first, crouching onto the ash before letting Elizabeth float over her knees, cradling her body in her arms.
There was only one place she could think of going. One person who could possibly help her fix this, and more importantly, know how to take care of her after this.
“Brocburrow.” Lina said urgently, letting their bodies be engulfed in a flash of green.
A harsh Scottish wind bit at Lina’s fingertips and cheeks as they arrived—but there was no time to waste.
Casting her spell over Elizabeth’s limp body again, Lina trudged through the thin layers of snow to a small cottage just beyond the hamlet's centre.
Lina shamelessly pounded on the wooden door, determined to awaken anyone inside.
A great sigh of relief escaped her when firelight suddenly poured through the windows.
The door creaked open slowly, the smell of herbs washing over Lina, revealing a yawning—and highly agitated—Aliria McLeary.
Aliria’s eyes met Lina’s first. She groaned.
“You’d best have a very good excuse for—” Aliria gasped suddenly. All drowsiness disappeared from her face as her expression twisted into a horrified grimace. “Crivvens!”
Lina pushed through the doorway like she had so many times before. Elizabeth’s body followed close behind.
“Is that—?”
“Quinn. Yes. It’s her.”
Aliria’s eyes scanned over Elizabeth’s body.
“The table,” Aliria pointed to the wooden preparation table in the middle of the kitchen before rushing to grab her wand, “put her on the table.”
Lina obliged, setting Elizabeth gently on the table, keeping one hand on the back of her head.
“What in Merlin’s name happened?!” Aliria exclaimed, checking Elizabeth’s pulse.
“I don’t know! I just found her like this!” Lina’s free hand gestured to the gashes in Elizabeth’s clothes.
“Found ‘er?” Aliria’s head snapped up.
Her Scottish lilt was always strongest when she was worried and tired.
“Where?!”
A wry smirk tugged at Lina’s lips.
Aliria didn’t look impressed. “Where?” She pressed as she started working on the injuries on Elizabeth’s stomach.
Lina felt a seething rage bubbling deep within her chest at the sight. Elizabeth’s abdomen—soft and freckled—was littered with cuts and bruises.
“Lina,” Aliria’s voice pulled her from her trance, “far shelf to the right. The purple potion there. And the pipette.”
Lina turned, grabbing the purple liquid—and the Wiggenweld beside it—and setting them on the table beside Elizabeth’s head.
Aliria grabbed the purple bottle and pipette; the kitchen was immediately filled with lavender and thyme. Slowly, she let the potion drip into Elizabeth’s wounds.
It made Elizabeth flinch and writhe in her sleep.
“What are you doing?” Lina reached for Elizabeth’s temple.
“Cleaning her wounds. I can heal them after.”
“Are you sure?”
Aliria scoffed, “Am I sure?” She echoed sarcastically and shook her head. “I am a healer, Lina. Of course I am sure.”
“So... she’s alright?”
Aliria didn’t respond, she only looked up at Lina for a split second before getting back to work.
A long moment passed before she finally spoke again:
“She’s lucky you found her when you did, Lina.”
Lina looked back down at Elizabeth’s freckled face—pale and sunken—before running a hand through the girl’s thick ginger curls.
“You really are trouble, Little Fox.”
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December 13th, 1897, Brocburrow
Despite Aliria’s insisting, Lina refused to sleep on the couch. She stayed in the armchair in the guestroom by Elizabeth’s bedside all night, only allowing herself to rest when she heard Elizabeth start to snore softly.
As beams of warm sunlight bled through the curtains, Lina’s head slowly lifted from the chair, her black hair tousled by her own restlessness.
She turned to Elizabeth.
She was still sleeping soundly, hugging one pillow on her side like a childhood toy.
Cute.
As if she could feel Lina’s eyes on her, Elizabeth stirred, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes began to open.
She blinked once, twice, allowing her eyes to adjust. She held up one hand, blocking the light before pushing herself up.
“Good morning, Little Fox.” Lina leaned forward, one leg draped over the other, her head resting on her fist as she grinned—smug.
Elizabeth blinked again, finally lowering her hand to look at Lina.
Her lips parted in shock. Her lungs—and mind—seemed to fail her at that moment.
It only made Lina’s grin wider.
Lina stood, standing beside the bed, looking down at Elizabeth.
“You know,” Lina smirked, “one would normally say thank you after being saved from—”
Lina’s smirk vanished as she felt Elizabeth’s warm hand on her wrist. Her touch was so… gentle.
“Thank you,” Elizabeth smiled, letting a small huff of amusement escape her when she spoke again: “bruiser.”
Ah, Lina’s smirk returned. So she did remember their nicknames. Though Lina was sure she’d never heard it sound so pleasant, or grateful, for that matter.
As Elizabeth’s hand began to slip away, Lina caught it with her own.
“It’s good to see you, Lily.” Lina’s smile softened.
“It’s good to see you too, Lina.”
For a moment, they let the silence hang in the air.
But, when Elizabeth tried to sit up more and push her back against the headboard, she hissed through her teeth and clutched her stomach with the hand that had been holding Lina’s.
Lina didn’t know where the instinct came from, but within mere blink, she moved; wrapping one arm around Elizabeth’s waist to lift her further up the headboard, the other hand under her knee farthest from her. “Easy, Little Fox—”
Lina’s head tilted upward, and she suddenly found herself much closer to Elizabeth than she thought she was. So close in fact, she could feel the heat radiating from Elizabeth’s cheeks as a blush lit her freckled cheeks.
That blush made her eyes look even more blue.
“Careful, Quinn,” Lina’s lips curled teasingly, “you might give me the wrong idea.”
Elizabeth’s blush darkened even more.
Lina chuckled as she slowly let her hands drag their way off Elizabeth’s leg and back.
“Now…” Lina sat on the bed beside Elizabeth, “are you going to tell me how you ended up tied to that chair?”
Elizabeth laughed breathily, turning her head away for a moment.
“You already know why.” Elizabeth turned her head back with a wry smile. “They told me someone was looking for those dragons… they just didn’t tell me who.”
“I’m not interested in that, Quinn.” Lina’s eyes traced the line of Elizabeth’s jaw down to her neck and shoulders, counting every bruise, every scar. “I’m wondering how you managed to get caught.”
“Hmm,” Elizabeth hummed, her smile slowly disappearing as memories visibly flashed in her eyes. “I uh,” she hesitated for a moment, “I went back to the nest because I’d lost my locket when I was trying to move the dragons. The locket my parents gave me when I left for Hogwarts. It just so happened that those poachers were there at the same time and…”
Elizabeth’s eyes wandered over to the coatrack in the corner where her robes hung.
Lina looked at the robes, then at her. And again.
“Right coat pocket.” Elizabeth sighed.
Lina sat up—albeit reluctantly—and tentatively reached into her coat pocket. When her hand settled on the item inside, it didn’t take long to understand.
“Oh,” Lina pulled Elizabeth’s wand—snapped in two—out of the pocket.
“They attacked me before I even saw them,” Elizabeth sighed.
It sounded like pure disbelief and frustration. Like she couldn’t believe she let it happen. Like she blamed herself.
“I didn’t even hear them coming. I wasn’t even thinking about anything but that bloody locket.” Elizabeth held her head in her hands. “All I remember is standing there one moment then… hitting the rocks. My wand shattered on impact.”
Lina placed her wand back into Elizabeth’s pocket and slowly made her way back over.
But as she did… something caught the light. A flicker under Elizabeth’s collar.
Lina reached for her, stopping just shy of Elizabeth’s skin like she was asking for permission.
She didn’t say no.
Lina’s hand pushed Elizabeth’s collar away just slightly, and sure enough…
“You almost died,” Lina laughed, pulling at the thin golden chain until the locket popped out from under her shirt, “for this?”
“You make it sound like I did it on purpose—”
Lina held up a hand to stop Elizabeth from talking any more than she already had. “It is a great mystery how you are still alive.”
“Well,” Elizabeth reached out, plucking her locket from Lina’s hand, “not so mysterious anymore now, is it?”
Elizabeth shook her head. There was a look of happy bewilderment on her face. “Who’d have thought, the illusive Lina Breen coming to save my sorry arse.”
“Perhaps I just wanted you to owe me a favour.” Lina smirked devilishly.
Elizabeth’s eyes thinned like she already knew what Lina was going to say.
Slowly, Elizabeth shook her head, looking up at Lina through her lashes with that cheeky smirk she always despised.
“You’re not going to tell me where those dragons are, are you, Little Fox?”
Does Lily dearest have in game presets? Asking for a friend
A friend, you say?
Tell them I said that I'm excited by this ask... 😏
Thank you very, very much Anon for asking... I'm genuinely a bit giddy 😆🌼💕🌹🌷
And the answer is... yes.
I've added the presets for you below, but just before that, there's just one thing I have to say about Lily's hair...
Lily's hair is not right in these screenshots.
I can only play HL on the PS5 (I'm a mac user for music) and there was a disappointing lack of curly/braided hairstyles in the base-game 😭 It's actually why I haven't posted any screenshots of Lily from the PS5 because her hair is such an important part of her character!! (i.e., she used to braid it with her mother every morning.)
For reference, Lily's hair is supposed to look like this hair-type (first row) in these styles (second row). (Don't mind the length/colours of the hairstyles—they're just references/ideas from Pinterest. Lily has really long hair 😅)
Anyway... here are her pre-sets!!!
Thank you so much anon! It was really exciting to see this ask today!! 🥹💕✨🌷
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It would seem Sebastian has found Lily's new journal...
Modern AU Quillow (Elizabeth Quinn x Sebastian Sallow)
This is how he so lovingly depicts the love of his life, Elizabeth, in images he found (and printed) while waiting for her to return from her latest impromptu beast rescuing session.
He's mad because she went alone again. That's why he didn't bother to make it neat.
Presenting The Victors Of The Hunger Games (Raffle Edition) 😭
The winners — (from left to right, up and down)
Irina — @charliehlblog
Antonia — @mavenantonia
Lily — @le-rryder
Jarvis — @soapallo
Reika — @sadlynotanashryver
Inara — @pearlevie
Tobi x Anya — @amus2110 & @lyra-prag 💕🤭
Consolation prize winners!! (Chiblettes)
Hadlee — @amethystandemma
Rose — @lilredcamaro14
Lukai — @ravenothere
Lenora — @lenorashore
Cole — @cgway17
Valeria — @honeyed-blossom
Elisa — @elisalsaa
Thank you all so much for participating! 🫶 I genuinely loved seeing everyone’s OCs, and if I could have drawn every single one of your little guys, I absolutely would have. Congratulations to the winners, and a special thank you to everyone who joined in and supported the raffle! 💙💕💕💕💕💕
Please give your lovely children a round of applause for being so adorable!!
Also just wanted to thank you all for the support while I was gone on hiatus, reading your texts made me feel so much better and made my day <3