Quoth the Kraven

Elizabeth C. Kraven - Fandomless OC - Loved by PJ [MUTUALS ONLY - SELECTIVE] 

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Elizabeth Kraven | | Bookstore Owner | | Decendant of the Fae | | Fandomless OC

Loved by PJ (they/them)

[muddychaos]

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Slamming his head up and down headbanging to hard techno. Except he's hitting the table in front of him, deforming his muddy face with each strike. Little guys rockin' out.

[archaievist]

Eliza stares at him, then puts her hand where his forehead is to prevent further damage.

[archaievist]

"Alright Eliza, be real with me. Tongue piercings. Hot or not? Smash or pass?"

Piper wants to know!

“Oh! I haven’t really thought about it before.” And she does think about it…so hard in fact that her face turns red. “Yeah uh….yes.”

[archaievist]

He's t-posing when she walks into the room, staring up at a book that it can't reach. Is he casting a spell?

What in the-?

"Hey little guy, you need some help?" Eliza easily reaches up and grabs the book; bending down and holding it out for him to take.

[archaievist]

03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. test subjects need to eat too

Angry green eyes looks up at him from her position on the ground. Why is he bringing her food? Why not get a lower level scientist to do it?

Needless to say, she's not going to eat what he gives her.

"You must think I'm stupid if you believe I'm going to trust any food you give me."

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[gcverncr]

@archaievist continued foiling a robbery from x!

“---Shit.”

. Brian’s upraised hands slowly lower, and he breathes out a heavy sigh of relief. The chill of fear crawling down his spine reaches his sacrum and he almost shudders for it, but he stands a bit straighter now that the knife is down. Not out of the woods yet. “I didn’t see the sign.” He insists. “Door was open, I didn’t think anythin’ of it, honest.”

. Granted he was probably going to shove a few books down his pants before he left, but he hadn’t been caught in the act. 

“Look, I’ll get outta here. My bad.”

[archaievist]

She's not convinced. Why would someone come into a bookstore at 9pm when the lights are off and clearly not open.

Eliza sighs, and curses her nature.

"Wait," she puts the knife away, "let's be honest here. I know you didn't walk into a dark shop on accident. Do you need help?" She's two seconds away from putting the kettle on.

[piperafterdark]

Piper helps Eliza to her feet and promptly slings an arm around her shoulders as they start off down the street. It's no secret Piper likes touching people, affection is easily given to friends and more easily given when that friend is having a shitty night.

"Come on, I know a place that does those fuck-off milkshakes with the, like, pocky and mini donuts and shit on the top. We'll split one, and it'll be cute, and fun. I'm buying."

Her tone left no room for argument. It would be fun. And it would be cute. And she would be paying.

[archaievist]

She knows there will be no argument. With a sigh, she follows Piper as they walk to said shop. "Never had one before," she says softly. Friends are a new concept to her. But Piper stuck around, like a limpet.

Eliza is forever grateful for that.

"Piper," she looks down at her, "thank you."

[divingdownthehole]

Jervis stills mid-stitch.

For a moment, he thinks it’s only reflection; windowglass catching the lamplight strangely, fatigue making ghosts of color again. But then another bloom unfurls in the yard. Cornflower blue, foxglove violet, ghost-white lily petals.

“Eliza…” His expression folds inward with startled wonder; not fear, not quite. Something gentler. Almost boyish. “You’re remarkable.”

[archaievist]

"And you are a sweetheart," she gives him a kiss. "Always for you," she holds him close. She would cross the fae wilds if it would make him happy.

[rpm3mes]

Send 🩷 and I'll give you a compliment ♡

[neongrime]

Q: sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured @archaievist

Mondays usually went fairly quiet at the clinic, most people seemed to pack all their appointments to the end of the week. Last minute, always some once in a lifetime gig, always urgent— not urgent enough to wake early on a monday though.

Coffee cup gone cold on the desk before him, old TV droning quietly with the replay of an old fight, he went through a paper his choom in Santo Domingo had sent his way. Latest cutting edge technology on neurotransmitters and brain plasticity, or so he claimed. Dead end, really, wasn’t surprising. More a handful of dreamy ‘what ifs’ than any real breakthrough. 

He was about to turn the screen, get his ass to do some inventory he had been procastinating, when the telltale sound of the gate called him back to the present. Only had to glimpse at the tailored arm to recognize the wearer.

“Hey, you okay?” It was like a switch being flipped, doc-brain immediately moving to the foreground. “The hell happened? Here,” two steps and he was by the entrance, helping her inside and towards the chair, his mind already assessing and prioritizing damage.

[archaievist]

Eliza had passing knowledge of most other ripperdocs in Night City. Some she's met, some would refer clients to her, she to them and so on. But Viktor, he was different. She liked him, he seemed to care more somehow.

She had woken up with her arm dead. No sparks, no erratic movements, just...dead. It felt like she had a fifty pound weight on her body that limply dangled at her side.

There is no one else she would have trusted with this.

"I have no idea what happened," she allows him to usher her in, "I tried running diagnostics, nothing found. Firewall is still up, no physical damage. I'm at a loss Viktor." She hopes she doesn't have to have it replaced, she likes this one.

[archaievist]

"❓+" Would you kill me if I tried to drag you back?

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

She regards him a moment, thinking about her answer. Killing is never her first option, in fact she goes to great lengths to avoid it; even at the cost of harm to herself. The thought of if she even could kill him crosses her mind, but with her magic there's a good chance she could get ahead of any mutations.

But the thought of going back to that place......that's what would fuel her. She would not go back.

"Yes," she says matter-of-factly, arms crossing over her chest. If killing him would keep her from being a curiosity to scientists, then so be it.

[rpmemegraveyard]

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

[archaievist]

Like this for a starter!

[archaievist]

Just putting this out there......but for the vampires that know Eliza her blood is weird.

Like, weird weird.

It tastes how nature smells, and has a slightly addictive property to it due to the magic.

[divingdownthehole]

A loose, strawberry-blonde forelock threaded with white falls into Jervis’ face, left unbrushed as his mismatched eyes catch the light.

“Just a little night garden,” he murmurs, blue-violet knots turning under his needle, gathering around a pale bloom of lilies.

[archaievist]

"It looks lovely my dear," she rests her head on his shoulder. She looks out the window and has an idea. Outside the house, flowers begin to pop up that resemble his work. Blues, purples, and white litter the yard.

"Jervis," she nudges, "look."

[archaievist]

i started playing elden ring again and please imagine spellsword eliza who is a knight for the Carian royal family

please i need it so bad-