#oc: liza

[lungfishpoem]

Normal drawing of Liza. She is my newest oc and has every single problem ever. She's also transfem because why not.

Most of my drawings of her are a bit too personal. And she deserves to be happy too. So silly drawing of her being alright.

[felsicveins]

Or Otto playing dress up with either Bruce’s daughter or his little sister.

Dialogue text under the read more (and a couple little extras 😉)

Otto: Does mom let you wear earrings? I forget.

Liza: These are clip-ons.

Otto: Do you want me to pierce your ears?

Liza: NO! Otto focus! You're gonna be the queen and me and Chip will be the princesses.

Otto: Okay am I a good queen or a bad queen?

Liza: You're a good queen!

Otto: What's my regime? What are some of the problems in the kingdom?

Liza: Okay, so the unicorn population is declining because people keep killing them for their horns.

Otto: And I'm not running a secret unicorn harvesting operation behind castle walls?

Liza: No, because you're a good queen.

Otto: Okay well next time I'm being a bad queen because it sounds way more fun.

⭐⭐⭐

Mercedes (to Otto): Aw, honey! You look so pretty!

Otto: Yeah, no thanks to your wardrobe. Honestly lady, when is the last time you bought a dress?

⭐⭐⭐

Otto: What's my queen name? Or am I stuck with Otto?

Liza: Your queen name can be Angela!

Otto: Why Angela?

Liza: It just sounds nice! Queen Angela. You sound very regal.

⭐⭐⭐

Chip: The last unicorn just died. What do we do queen Angela?

Otto: ... Alright. I vowed never to use it but I think the circumstances allow. Princess Chip, Princess Liza... Go retrieve the royal time machine.

[humming-tranquility]

so, i learned you can turn characters using their ids into their other variants, as they are the exact same personality ish with their ids, I learned that her cyan variant wants me dead, her elite variant wants me dead and so does queen her. BUT. her red lizard variant is so CUTE? LIKE NEVER TRIED TO SNAP AT ME, she is so chill when not a scav where her nervousness is only rivalled by her sympathy scores.

AAAAA shadows cast over luminescent crystals, Look at the baby

So sweet (not in proper gameplay, themes are assholes always, but she will leave you alone if you escape her sight)

[highlifeboat]

All Character Ages/Info Updated For April of 2024 (Unless otherwise specified)

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(Template from anomalousjester on DeviantArt)

OC Tags:

Maximus Vulpe

Melony Cel Tradat

Elizabeta Hofer

Angela Bogden

Madison Levin/Fane Levin

Nikolina Cel Tradat

Ship Tags:

Daximus (Daniela Dimitrescu/Max)

Sardaximus (Sarah Sanderson/Daniela Dimitrescu/Max)

MeCassa (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Melony)

Belena (Bela Dimitrescu/Elena Lupu)

Miacina (Mia Winters/Alcina Dimitrescu)

Zia (Zoe Baker/Mia Winters)

CassaMia (Cassandra Dimitracu/Mia Winters)

SaraMia (Sarah Sanderson/Mia Winters)

AU Tags:

Swap AU

Human AU

Genderswap/Genderbent AU

[marthalovesu]

And here's a little something with our OCs for Kieran.

Victór and Liza at Colter. First meeting with Kieran:3

[ex-coolgirl]

I need a fic with Klaus Mikaelson x OC (w/ face claim being Liza Soberano) bc look at the material !!!!

She’s giving witch vibes and I’m here for it.

Literally begging on my hands and knees for someone to write a fic akakansjskskd writers block kicking my ass bad rn.

[whumpacabra]

The Target

Angst, back from the dead, memory loss, amnesia, guilt, implied past abandonment, referenced past captivity and torture, referenced past illness, therapy mention

[Directly follows Tea]

The set up was cliche for a reason: it worked. No fancy equipment, as few moving parts as possible, and complete deniability. Jackson had taken the target to a small tea shop in the heart of the city. Crowded but not too busy. Bribing the waiter to sit the pair behind her table was easy.

The hard part was resisting the urge to turn around and look at him -

(She needed to be patient. Even if it was her Wolf back from the dead, she wasn’t sure her presence would be soothing.)

(…)

(If it was her Wolf, if Ghost had left him for dead, if he had survived all these years - would he hate her? Would he forgive Ghost?)

“You’re looking well, East.”

“Thanks. Helps to not be half dead and sick as a dog.”

The voice was…wrong. Too gravelly, too low - the accent though, the cadence of his words…oh, how desperately she wanted to believe it was him. A waiter brought her the tea she had ordered, creamy and warm and sweet. She didn’t have the stomach for it, thinking about the target behind her.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. I know it must have been a…rough adjustment.”

The man behind Liza scoffed.

“It’s been…an adjustment, to be sure.” He sighed, voice softening. “But I’m…doing better. Thanks to you - ”

“Oh, don’t you dare give me credit. That’s all you. And Nate, of course. I just dropped you at the door and left.”

“You didn’t have to. Help me, I mean.” East clearly meant to elaborate, but a waiter came by to take their order. Liza forced herself to swallow a few sips of her drink. She told herself she didn’t shiver at his coffee order - it didn’t mean anything, anyone could enjoy black coffee and four sugar cubes without milk.

“Speaking of, helping you, how’s Judy been?”

“Helpful.” The word was clipped and professional, but East worked some levity into his voice as he continued. “Starting to feel like a real person again.”

“I’m glad.” The warmth in Jackson’s voice almost took Liza off guard. So sickeningly tender and genuine. “You have no idea how relieved I am that you’re - ”

He cut himself off, their drinks served by an unwitting waiter. There was the clatter of tea cups and coffee mugs and sugar stirred with honey.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

“I know - it’s still good.”

“How can you tell with it burning your tastebuds off?” Jackson’s amused huff and East’s chuckling sigh only made the pang of nostalgia all the louder in Liza’s heart. Wolf (her Wolf) never waited for his coffee to cool; too impatient to wait - he always claimed it tasted worse once it cooled to a drinkable temperature.

“I’m glad you’re back, Jackson.” East’s voice was still warm, but there was a tension under his words. “How have you been? Is everything…alright?”

“Fine. I’m doing just fine - happy to be home, if I’m quite honest.” Jackson’s reply was immediate and open, but dreadfully vague. “Everything’s just fine.”

Liza couldn’t see East’s reaction behind her, but whatever it was compelled Jackson to continue. She could almost see him, in her mind’s eye: her Wolf…a decade younger, face pinched in worry - always worried - and eyes bright with determined preparation for every scenario.

“Things are dying down. Americans are keeping to themselves for once, and it’s looking like a cold case.” Jackson��s voice was almost too quiet to hear, but Liza could practically feel the tension bleed from the man behind her. “Almost out of the woods - just some finalized paperwork and seals of approval.”

“And what happens…after?”

Liza stared down at her tea, trying to picture it. The great and terrifying Ghost - who swore off apprentices after losing his first, his last - being told the man that was practically his son had survived. (Had been abandoned.) Wolf - who went through a hell at the hands of the enemy, who spent years abandoned and alone - survived and he could come home. (To a stranger in his room and the dog he loved long dead.)

(Her one regret in her life burned bright in her throat - oh, how he would have loved to meet Casey. How different things could have been if Wolf was around to protect her boy.)

“After…we get you home.”

“Which is?” East (Wolf?)’s whisper was hoarse, laced with a sad desperation that broke Liza’s heart. Jackson had told her he might have - she didn’t really think, she hoped -

(She was a fool, always blinded by hope and it’s empty promises.)

“I - I thought you said things were going well with Judy - ”

“Nevermind. Your tea’s getting cold.“ It was like a switch had flipped, words suddenly steady and strong. Whatever fledgling hope Liza had that this was her Wolf, that he could come home, died in her chest.

(Wolf hadn’t had a home to come back to in along time.)

“Hey, I just - East…it’s fine. We said it would probably take some time. We’re not in any rush - ”

“You seem to be.” There was a thin bite to the words, defensive but still smothered in that muted parody of nonchalance. “I don’t know. I don’t really want to. It sucks to think about. I thought maybe you…figured something out that I couldn’t.”

“East…love, I - ”

“It’s fine. I like my job. I like my friends. Think Al and I might get a flat together - rent’s too high to not have roommates in this economy.” East’s sigh was decisive, a harsh swallow before he continued. “I just - God, fuck - I like my life right now. And I don’t want to leave it all behind. But I know - I don’t know - what you need or, or want me to do in return for - ”

“Nothing. East, I’m not here to take you away I just - I didn’t know if you had somewhere else you’d rather be. But, if you’re happy here…I don’t see any reason for you to leave.”

“Really?”

(Why did the relief in his voice sound so much like a nail in the empty coffin they buried for him?)

Liza wanted to get sick; she stood up a bit too quickly, chair bumping into the man behind her. She pulled on the mask of a stranger, perfect and apologetic and calm, and looked a dead man in the eye.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry - ”

“No worries.”

Her heart dropped to her feet, his polite glance failing to betray recognition, even though she knew that face and those eyes so well, even a decade removed -

(He looked so much older than she remembered him. Tired. Contented. Scarred and worn by time and it’s ravages. Where was the soldier more boy than man she remembered? Where was his fiery eyes and burning passion? Where was his fight?)

(…)

(Was it better, she wondered, for him to live a life without that fight, that fire in his heart? God knew how it had burned her and everyone else who knew him when it was snuffed out.)

Liza took her leave, heart in her throat.

—

“Did you - ?”

“I don’t know him. This was a waste of my time.”

“I’m sorry - ”

“I’m sure you are.” Liza let her voice soften as she looked out at the rain hitting her hotel window. She sighed into the phone, speaking before she could regret it. “Agent Jackson?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t know this Wolf of yours, but it sounds like he’s having a pretty good life.” She almost paused, almost stopped to consider telling him the truth before deciding better of it. Liza was far more comfortable in a lie. “Don’t fuck it up looking for something he doesn’t need found.”

“…Thank you, Liza.”

She snapped the phone closed, and closed her eyes, remembering the face she knew on a man who didn’t know her.

It wasn’t worth unburying that empty casket. It wasn’t worth uprooting a good, clean civilian life. It wasn’t worth opening old wounds. Wolf was dead, as he had been for a decade. Liza needed to make sure he stayed dead, and that East stayed alive and well and untainted by the world he left behind.

[Before Smoke Break]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

Taglist: @stargeode @sacredwrath @genuineformality

[rubyneo]

you all wish you had my swag. coyotegirl cowboy college of valor bard. she plays the harmonica. she's a shapeshifter. she has heterochromia (dark brown and hazel). she's everything.

[elphael]

Lord of Fracture, Sir Lark

[rosegolddoodle252]

The Classified Love Zine is out!! go check out all the other posts on @agentshipzine or here! It was a load of fun watching everyone work on their piece and finishing my own!

and some extra art I did for bits of the zine!

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Sweet Love-Chapter 7

Fandom: Supergirl

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers/Kelly Olsen

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Alexa Luthor-Danvers (OC), Liza Luthor-Danvers (OC), Jess, Lillian Luthor, Alex Danvers, Kelly Olsen, Krypto, Mable Longhorn (OC)

Summary: Lena is stressed about family and work decisions that need to be made. Kara believes that a family vacation to the Danvers' family ranch will get her mind off of things. However, the more they find out about the history of the place, the more they realize that the place holds quite a few hidden secrets.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

As Lena walked through the horse stalls some more, she zoned in on a particular horse. It was chestnut colored with blonde hair. It had white small splotches on its left side that looked like raindrops. Lena’s eyes grew wide when she realized that she had seen these before.

She turned around and asked, “Hey Kara, can you come here?”

She quickly came over to her and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Is everything okay?”

Lena pointed at the horse startled.

“Doesn’t this look like Rain to you?”

Kara looked at the horse more closely and started smiling really brightly. 

“This is her!”

Lena reached out to pet her and the horse’s nose met her hand and nuzzled it. 

“How is this possible?”

“The horses were the only original animals that I was able to get back.”

Lena nearly jumped in her own skin. She turned around to see her mom standing right next to her. 

“A little bit of a warning next time,” muttered Lena as she tried to control back her breathing. 

“So quickly forgot that you guys weren’t the only ones in here?” smirked Lillian. 

“You know that isn’t it,” pouted Lena. 

Lena looked back over to Rain whose nose was trying to nuzzle her hair. Normally, Lena would be irritated, but she smiled and petted Rain instead. She turned back and gave her mom a quizzical look. 

“How were you able to get the horses back?”

“The new owners wanted to make use of the riding trails and offer it as a service to the new homeowners in the area.”

Kara shook her head while patting Rain. 

“They were really trying to milk everything for what it’s worth,” muttered Kara. 

“Would it make you feel better that the horses were well taken care of while away from the ranch?”

“Yes,” said Kara rolling her eyes. 

“Well good. I originally came over to tell you that everyone has picked out a horse and is ready to go.”

Lena looked back and did indeed see the girls, Alex, and Kelly all saddled and waiting on their horses. She looked back sheepishly at her mother. 

“We’ll hurry up!.”

Kara went off to quickly find a horse. Lena let Rain out of his stall. As she saddled up, she began to think about the first time she went horse riding with Kara on the ranch. 

15 years ago

Lena had a lovely night with Mable and Kara. She especially loved that Mable told very embarrassing stories about Kara from childhood. She had never seen Kara’s face get so bright red before. It was adorable. 

The next day Mable suggested that they should definitely do horse riding and then camping. As they walked with their supplies to the horse stables, Lena noticed the other customers as they walked through the ranch. Some of them would just stare at her. Given her family’s history, Lena was used to being stared at, but this seemed different. Usually, people stared at her with judgment in their eyes. However, the people that she has seen so far have been staring at her like they wanted to dissect her which creeped her out. 

There were two people in particular that seemed to be following them. It was two twin ladies. They had skin that almost looked like the color of snow and black long hair. The chilling thing was their eyes. They seemed unusually large with their dark brown irises staring back at you. It gave Lena goosebumps. They had notepads with them and were continuously writing in them without looking down. It was unnerving. Lena quickly tapped on Kara’s arm and motioned her closer. 

“I think we are being followed,” whispered Lena into Kara’s ear. 

Kara looked down at her with concern. 

“Where?”

Lena pointed slightly behind her.

“They are behind us about 30 ft back.”

Read the rest on AO3

[garbria]

Liza Miller during the events of Kingsglaive.

For Kingsglaive Lore day 4, ends

[felsicveins]

Imagine Otto overhearing his younger siblings refer to Patty as their parent for the first time. lol he cannot catch a break

[wubyreal]

Alright, now imagine that Liza caught a whole hog

Liza lore incoming

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Liza sounds nice. Nereida was suggested by @mitspeiler when I couldn't think of one. As a mermaid, nereid fits the aquatic theme.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Early 20s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

I can't think of one. It's a work in progress. So far Liza has only dated Marina. She finds Marina attractive and sees her beyond being a crazy bitch. Unfortunately Liza had a bit of an "I can fix her" moment. For now she is in love with her princess duty.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Sea chicken, shark, and calamari

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Up and coming crown princess, which means helping merfolk and maintaining a good relationship with them

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Swordfighting, motorbike joyrides, opera, and various competitive underwater sports

🎯 -What do they do best?

She is good at swordfighting, singing, and being a group leader

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves watching competitive professional sports, such as fencing, jousting, swimming, and wrestling. Liza is a bit of a fitness nut that enjoys training. As princess, she enjoys helping others. She hates when problems go out of control when doing princess duties or dealing with people that hate her guts when trying to help them

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When her dad started teaching her how to swordfight

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

She did not enjoy taking down Marina and stabbing her eye out. It had to be done since she was out of control with evil, dangerous blood magic.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

No. Liza used to look vastly different as a blonde white woman with long hair. Her main color palette was originally green/brown instead of white/gold

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

She is based on Lucina from Fire Emblem for being a very dutiful princess that wields a legendary sword and is very close to her dad. Very hopeful and believes in change being possible no matter what. Also inspired by Sapphire from Princess Knight as a tomboyish swordfighter.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

High fantasy with gothic post-apocalyptic stuff. Her story is a grand sailing adventure.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cis bi

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Her younger brother Derrick and younger sister Cassandra

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Liza and her parents are very close. Her dad is her biggest role model.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I like her design, her relationship with her family, and personal struggles. She deals with a lot of self inflicted problems assuming she has to do things alone and must be perfect.

���️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

She's a very important main character. I don't think about her every single day because her solo story still needs a lot of work, and I've been drawing a blank. I draw and write when ideas start cooking.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No. She is too plot armored up.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Scared of not living up to the Nereida royal name. She is burdened by her great-grandma's war crimes and works very hard to fix the family reputation among the merfolk populace.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

War for her manipulations. Marina for acting as War's pawn. Her classmate Edward.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since 2015

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

18

[marthalovesu]

I can explain— but I don’t want to

[wearilywary]

Portrait of girled destined to beef