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snziffle · 2 days

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Sensations (F/F)

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Abigail couldn't tell what she loved more about how her girlfriend looked. Was it the black, subtle sparkly chest that's neckline skirted just above Elise's navel, the hint of waves in platinum blonde. Though most likely, it had to do with the way that Elise rubbed her dripping nose onto Abigail's exposed skin after pulling her own dress back.

Elise was the dominant one of the relationship, but Abigail loved when she drove her domme wild with a simple few spritzes of perfume. As Elise took in the erotic, prickling, dripping sensations, she ground her hips against her human allergen.

They were meant to go to a matinee, but neither woman would disagree that this was a far better use of their time. Grabbing her by the waist with her face buried in Abigail's neck, she plunged them into the bed. Abigail felt her heart race as she heard the faintest crack in the bedframe. Heeeechtchw! Abigail felt the ambrosia drip across her skin as hips ground against her body. She felt teeth at her neck and felt them squeeze with another sneeze. Abigail gasped and pulled Elise by the shoulders, getting her entire face misted as Elise arched back in allergic ecstacy and released. Haaa...haaa...hachtew!

Elise grabbed a fistful of Abigail's hair, causing both women to moan as Elise blew her nose into the thick, curly ponytail. "S-scented..." Elise moaned once more in delight.

Elise was close, and Abigail soon to follow despite barely being touched. The thrusts grew deeper and heavier, with mere grinding managing to elicit more pleasure than a strap had ever elicited from Abigail.

Elise let out a triple before she shuddered and collapsed on top of Abigail, who arched her back for the last bit of purchase. Abigail grinned, wiping her lover's nose. "Good girl." Both of them crooned, as Elise rested her head, exhausted and blissed out as the sniffles continued.

#oc elise #oc abigail #snzfucker #snz #snz kink #snz ocs #ns//fw #snzblr

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kittykatzvillage · 8 months

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I got some pretty ink to doodle with! :D

Pics don't capture how shimmery it is but it's very nice irl

#transformers #soundwave #laserbeak #oc elise #oc cassia #art

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chiasebus · 7 months

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Oc-tober Day 11: Palette - Elise

#oc elise #chia draws #bweirdoctober #oc_tober #oc tober #my ocs

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finzphoenix · 1 year

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An icon of Elise commissioned by @elisethetraveller! Thank you so much, dear - it was a pleasure as always ^///^🖤🤍

Character (c) @elisethetraveller

Scarecrow (c) DC comics

Art (c) FinzPhoenix

#She's such a fascinating character I really adore all the lore you established with her! :D #Commission #Icon commission #Chest up #Fantasy art #B/w art #drawing #OC Elise #digital art #Finz' Art #artists on tumblr

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slime-pupp · 1 year

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henlo tunblr, I heard u like beefy lesbians?

#I spent ALL DAY on this why #smh #OC Elise #Dungeons and dragons #fighter #raven knight #my art #OC #elf

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redezign-yr-logo · 1 year

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New OC moment !!!!!!!!! I don't have a name for them yet but i think she is epic

#fox #digital art #art #fox oc #furry art #idk how to tag this can you tell #oc elise #redezign yr artz #redezign yr OCz #views animalverse

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silver-blooded-synthetics · 9 months

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@ir-01 asked:

i licked you so you are mine now - to Alma from Elise :3

The dinosaur did indeed lick Alma, and he held very still while she did it. The synthetic wasn't afraid of Elise, but she did dwarf him, so he didn't want to make any wrong moves while she showed her affection. Once she was done, Elise signed to him and he raised an eyebrow at her, looking up into her eyes.

"Is that how it works?" he asked with a small smile.

#answered ask #oc elise #oc alma

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i-am-plotting · 2 years

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For the Power

#Snippet 2 - Prologue

CW: Elise is a minor, death, blood.

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Elise fluttered her silver eyes open, there were tears flowing from them, she had given up on stopping them a long time ago. She wasn't sobbing this time; she was too tired to do so.

She was hurt, she always was, but this time she was hurt enough for them to stop the procedures, her dark-gray wings were spread open by the painful hooks piercing their flesh, impeding Elise to close, hide and protect them.

She told herself — as many times before — that the pain was bearable, it always is, because it won’t stop. Elise had no other choice than to bear it, so she did, a deep breath after another.

That night was different, not because the princess came to mock her; this was common. It was also not because the people getting her blood were more violent than they needed; that was also common. But that night there was something inside her, something different.

Elise thought it was the cuffs and the collar, they were vibrating, not physically, she knew this because no one else could see or sense it, but she could feel it, they could as well be speaking because she could “hear” everything. Even if it's just her.

It was not the first time they “spoke”; they would wordlessly tell about magic, about all the things Elise could do if they weren’t blocking her powers. Many days it hurt to hear about the unrable freedom, but they never meant to be mean, nor to be kind for that matter, they were just vibrating, just sending their knowledge to the void, she is the one that happened to be able to hear.

A small smile formed on Elise’s lips that night, the cuffs were dying, not quite, the metal would still be there and the magic would travel the world, magic never truly dies, but she couldn’t find a better word to describe the vibrations; it was dying.

She waited for the magic to explain, it doesn’t have fear, it doesn’t get desperate, it just wants to pass the knowledge ahead, so it explained; it was Elise’s powers. The collar “said” that too much time had passed and her powers were becoming too strong for the blocking spell to bear, it would break the prison too, the cuffs added, as soon as the spell was broken Elise’s power would break everything. The thought brought an odd mix of peace and fear to her mind; she could be free! But at what cost?

The chains and the collar told some spells, some tricks. Until they stopped.

Elise screamed in pain, which traveled all over her body as the blocked power was allowed to flow again after so long. She could feel it coming way too fast, way too much. It's only pain, she told herself, thought to herself through the pain and the screams, it’s only pain, you know pain, you can handle it… I can handle it.

Her wings were the first to move, the collar had told how to break things, how to destroy, so Elise did, first the hooks, then the collar, the chains and the dungeons. Elise stopped screaming, it still hurts, but it always hurts, that was the first time it could stop, but only if she managed to run; to escape.

She ran over what was left of the place, over blood from people who died in the explosion — from people she killed — her body was weak so she fell after trying to run for the first time in too long, she forced herself up right after.

Elise had reached the woods when the first guards found her. She knew that there exist many spells in the world, she could turn herself invisible, she can create a wind strong enough so the guards won’t get her, but she was so tired, so scared that her mind could only focus on the last spells learned, and when the chains were dying when the magic was leaving they could only teach how to destroy.

So she destroyed, and in a second there were no more guards, only blood, and bodies. There was no soul, like the metal cuffs that could do nothing after the magic was gone. It was different from before, it was different from destroying the monsters created from her feathers, it was different from the deaths she caused by destroying the building, it felt different. Elise looked at the bodies, her knees failed and she fell again.

She took a deep breath, looking at her own hands, blood, not hers for once, even if it still covered her like her own, the blood was going to stain the worn out fabric of her once-white plain dress, as it had happened many times before. Elise took another deep breath and her eyes lit up, if she was going to be covered in blood anyway she was going to make sure it was not hers, not anymore, not again. Never again.

Elise got up and ran, more guards came, more guards died, she was getting tired. When there were too many guards she flew for the first time in her life, her wings failed a bit, hurt a lot, but she didn’t fall, she learned fast; the despair was a great teacher. She flew higher, the highest she could, out of the reach of the arrows and spear, over the clouds, and it didn’t hurt anymore, at least not with the wind blowing on her face, not with the ground being lit by the moon, not when everything was beautiful and she was finally free.

Elise flew far enough from the danger, or at least she hoped so since she had no more strength on her wings to keep flying. She fell on the ground with a groan, hoping that none of her bones had broken. They hadn’t.

She looked around, feeling her body about to give up. Her eyes caught sight of a cave, she didn’t want to be stuck in a small dark place but she wanted even less to be in a visible one. She weakly and groaning made her way inside it, having no time to see if it was safe before collapsing on the floor.

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#For the Power #oc Elise #death #blood #minor whumpee #on writing #my writing #lil bites of writing #snippet #For the Power snippet

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seharuuchan · 2 months

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