#eliza oc

[iketatum]

[finz-art]

A piece commissioned by @the-arkham-librarian of Eliza and her husband Bookworm, sharing a soft moment between books and Jacaranda flowers (symbolizing wisdom)! ^///^🖤🤍

Bookworm (c) DC comics Eliza, OC (c) the-arkham-librarian Art (c) FinzPhoenix

[lislelycan-i-am-dumb-lol]

SWIFT!

Don't look at my perspective.

Lil fanart for @opossol!

[vidawhump]

Eliza doodles c:

[corvidat]

hewoooo

elloooo

hows the vampire twink idea going (probs wrong blog to ask but)????

It’s actually going decently! I only have about 300 words rn but it’s progress!! Her name is Eliza (no she’s not related to Elias lol) and im having brainthoughts… I’ve decided that she doesn’t even get a overarching plot, she’s just gonna be my sad pathetic (/aff) vampire that I’m gonna put in situations (tm)

[galaxicalsart]

FREAKIGN. GOLD

*ahem*

This is Eliza. She’s royalty of some kind or another; specifically, the heiress(?) of Ti’klat, a random kingdom/nation I made up for a brief RP that has no lore whatsoever. Eliza is small in stature, but for what she lacks in size she makes up for with assertiveness. (It’s... easy for others to mistake her for a spoiled child, to her annoyance.) Though she presents herself as being in control and somewhat apathetic towards her people, she actually feels rather lonely and isolated from them. Making (and keeping) friends is hard :( especially when you’re important and have a reputation to keep up

Eliza has lightning magic and can generate and manipulate electricity. She may also not be entirely averse to... mistreating, others.

Notable lines for the hell of it:

“You should watch your words in the presence of your heiress.”

“And who said I am afraid to get my hands dirty?”

“No... there is not. But you just have to trust me... maybe you cannot yet, but I will prove it to you somehow. I-I promise.”

(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)

@emmettland

[blackberry-sour-and-sweet]

So @owe-nsft posted this amazing piece the other day! And I decided to write something based off/inspired by it with Present's reaction to seeing Eliza.

Note: This is an entirely consensual piece, but, due to the nature of the relationship itself being very whumpy, I am putting it here just to be safe. But both parties here are consenting adults.

Eliza uses any pronouns, but is using she/her in this piece. Eliza belongs to @owe-nsft

Present uses They/he/she pronouns, but is using he/him for this piece. Present belongs to me

Contains: primal/possessiveness, body worship, over-stimulation, pleasure crying, begging, multiple orgasms, eating out, nonhuman body parts (long tongue, fangs, horns, and wings), marking, light painplay if you squint, manhandling.

"Hey Eliza-" Present entered his bedroom, squinting and looking around through the dim lighting and curtains, "You said you had something to show me?" 

"Over here."

Present's gaze turned in the direction Eliza's voice came from. "Oh thank goodness you-" he pulled back the curtain and froze mid-sentence.

Eliza was sitting on his bed, entirely nude, and shooting him a coy smile over her shoulder at him.

His entire face flushed red as his eyes trailed over her, taking in such a beautiful sight. "Gorgeous." The word left him before he could even process his lips moving. This was his. Finally. 

He drew closer, climbing onto the bed and paused before reaching out. "May- " he swallowed. "May I touch you?" His hand hovered over her shoulder, waiting for her reply.

She tilted her head and hummed, tapping her finger against her chin. "Beg me for it." The coy grin widened as she watched Present's reaction.

Present pulled his hand away, careful not to bump her, as he nodded with fervor. He knelt down behind her, and kept his hands at his sides, bunching into his pants. 

She kept her eyes trained on him and gave a nod for him to proceed.

"Please. Please let me touch you and worship you Eliza. I've waited so, so long. And you are more heavenly than I ever could have imagined. Please, I beg you." The words spilled from his mouth like a waterfall. 

Eliza hummed again and looked away for a moment, as though mulling it over. Present waited eagerly for her reply. After another beat, she nodded, "You may".

Present grinned as he uncurled his hands. He placed one on either of her shoulders, and leaned forward to plant a kiss against her neck. "Thank you."

He started small, allowing his hands to glide across her shoulder and her back. Earning a small gasp as he brushed over the nerves between her wings. He trailed down the curves of her spine and lovingly held her waist to plant more kisses down her jawline and her neck. He slipped his hands forward and slid them up and down her thighs. Eventually dipping between them and ever so gently pushing them apart. He could feel her slightly shaking under him.

He drew his hands up her front now, taking his time to admire and praise every inch of her. He ghosted his hands over her chest, and relished in the shudder that ran through Eliza. His Eliza. 

He whined against her neck. "Please, I need more."

She gave his hand a soft squeeze. "Then take it." She spoke so confidently, yet gently.

He pulled his hands back for a moment to quickly rid himself of his capelet and shirt, not bothering with his pants quite yet. He then shifted off the bed and stood in front of Eliza. Though only briefly, giving her a moment to back out if needed. 

He watched her eyes trail down his chest and waist, then back up to his eyes. He saw her grin, before giving a silent nod.

That was all he needed.

He leaned forward and gently pushed her backwards onto the bed. Next, taking her legs and swinging them up onto it as well. And lastly, he climbed back on, pushing her legs apart, and situating himself between them.

He had a hungry look in his eyes, almost ravenous, as he looked down at his prize. He wasn't going to wait any longer.

He firmly took hold of her wrists and moved them up towards her head, making him look over her. He bared his fangs with a wolfish grin and growled. "Mine." 

He heard her squeak in surprise, as her eyes went wide. Instinctively tugging her arms, but they were firmly held in place. She wasn't going anywhere. 

He let himself down on her, putting almost all his weight on her. Reveling in the contact. He bucked his hips slightly and started grinding against her with the soft fabric of his pants. He could feel her tug against him in surprise, and her legs jerk at the new sensation. He buried his face against her neck again, fangs brushing against her veins, before starting to suck a hickey on the side of her neck. 

He listened as she very quietly whined at the new sensations. A satisfied smirk grew on his lips as he moved spots, sucking hickey mark after hickey mark all the way down to her collarbone. Everyone would know he'd won. Know who she'd belong to.

He could feel her start to tremble under him. He pulled off and looked at her face, she was definitely flushed and had a dazed look. He hummed and met her eyes questioningly. 

"Not enough." Was all she could think to say.

Present nodded, that ravenous grin returned, and he chuckled. He stopped moving, enjoying the glorious whine it pulled from her.

He let go of her wrists and sat up, shifting slightly to back up from her.

Confused she shifted to start sitting up as well, "Wha-"

With a hiss, Present shoved her back down against the mattress. "Stay."

Eliza blinked, cheeks heating up again. But made no move to disobey.

Satisfied, he took her legs in his hands and spread them wide, lowering his head down. He kept his grip firm before experimentally flicking his tongue over her clit. She gasped above him, and her legs jerked hard against his hands. 

He chuckled for a moment, before pressing his lips to her clit, sucking and swirling his forked tongue around the sensitive nerve. He could hear her fully moaning now, but seemed to be muffling it behind her hand. And he felt her prosthetic reach down and clasp his horn. He showed no mercy as he continued. His claws dug into her legs tight enough to just barely draw blood, as he kept her open to him. 

Eventually he heard her pitch change and he felt her spasm and grip him. He felt her twitch hard in his mouth as she finally came.

He briefly pulled back to catch his own breath and admire his work. As Eliza had a blissed grin spread across her face, tears tracked down her cheeks. Oh how he wanted to see more.

He sunk back down and gave another lick at her clit, just to feel her jump.

"Ah- Present!" He heard her whine tiredly. "I-I already… mmmmmm-" 

He hummed around her. Pulling back again. "I know." He simpered. "But I'm not done with you yet." He gave no warning before pushing his inhumanly long tongue inside her. Making her moan and twitch around him. Eagerly, he thrusted in and out. Working her up again. Before eventually toppling over the edge again.

He found watching her fall apart utterly intoxicating. As he alternated the process many more times before he'd had his fill. Leaving Eliza thoroughly spent, and a trembling, mumbling mess with a dumbstruck grin on her face.

[blackberry-bloody]

So I was DMing my campaign on Saturday for @emmettnet and @icyheart-and-friends

And to make a very long story short(ish), Eliza has currently trapped herself in a mirror in which she had been using to communicate with Berkley. However she is not alone! There is a past/alternate version Of Berkley secretly trapped within the mirror with her, and has been stuck in there for a long... Long time.

Essentially it's a preservation of who he used to be, before he started heavily experimenting on himself and others. He doesn't know that his "younger self" even exists in the mirror.

But I just absolutely had to draw him! (Especially since I've been dealing with some major art block, it was a really nice challenge.

And quite frankly I am so, so proud of how it turned out!

and adding some bonus pieces under the cut! (just the mirror, without the mirror, and the original sketch)