#oc: death/deyanira todd

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@thisgirllovesherfandoms 'I'm not scared of ghosts. Ghosts are scared of me.'

Deyanira eyes up the new blood. Tyr sits silently in the background, checking statuses and whatever else he monitors on his computer. Deyanira doesn't worry or think much about the technology stuff. 

Destiny chats away with the new girl, Jackilyn, her file says. She looks more human, makes humans feel more comfortable than Deyanira can.

She steps forward, her heels clicking on the stone floor and causing both girls to look up. Even Tyr glances up briefly.

“So sunshine, how’s the interview going?” She asks, the cigarette hanging from her mouth smoking slightly even though it isn't even lit. Her eyes glow in the lighting, bright red, slitted pupils, silvery white hair catching every bit of light it can and shining brightly. The girl doesn't even flinch, and Deyanira smirks.

“Boss, we've got something.” Tyr’s voice carries before either can answer, and Destiny leaps up and rushes over in excitement.

“What is it this time?” She asks, barely turning to face him.

“Specters, a whole house of them by the looks of our preliminary readings of the place.” Destiny says excitedly as she hurries to gather the equipment needed.

“Well kid, you ready?” When she doesn’t get an immediate response she raises an eyebrow at the new prospect, “What’s wrong? Scared of ghosts?”

“I’m not scared of ghosts.” She says calmly as she stands, her eyes begin to glow and Deyanira smiles wide, fangs glinting in the light as she does so, “Ghosts are scared of me.”

The holy power that courses through the girls hands suddenly makes Deyanira tense and barely bite back a hiss while Tyr moves to protect her. She holds out a hand and he stops, still on edge but Deyanira relaxes and reaches out a hand.

“Glad to have you aboard.”

“Glad to be here.” Jackilyn shakes her hand with a smile just as radiant as her holy power and Deyanira finds herself enjoying this girl’s personality already.

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Im really feelin the love for my moirail @werewolf-draco rn, so i wanted to draw the First Brotp™ Basically, they’re very messy doodles summarizing the relationship Death has with Jackilyn and Nox Jackilyn admires Death and thinks they’re amazing. Nox is a shitbaby who hates them. One day i’ll draw a nice clean picture of them. *clenches fist* one day....

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i feel like answering questions about my ocs/in character for my ocs so like

here are a list of some of them, specify which oc in your ask and if you want them to respond or me

nothing is off the table for this 

Skyrim OCs

Ky'listher - Khajiit

Meez'r Dragon Dancer - Argonian

Psyanya Laemaerith - Altmer

Anítaska - Altmer

Elnias - Bosmer

Merejka Elf-Heart - Nord 

Muldrana Neroel - Dunmer

Lúthwen - Altmer

Rise of the Guardian OCs/Human versions

Death/Deyanira Todd

Time/Cordelia Todd

Fate/Destiny Todd 

Life/Matthew Todd

Various Human Ocs

Emma Pruitt 

Cyrus Nolan

Daisy Alston

Hunter Alston

Jesse Riffle

Harley Riffle

Delaney Blake

Luce Vespers 

Lazarus Daray 

Lilly-Anne Miller

Dean Maddox

Vicky Thalin

Various Humanoid OCs 

Eyesore - Alien

Lior Jones - Angel 

Anna Jacoby - Vampire

John Jacoby - Vampire

William Jacoby - Vampire

And of course, I'm always ready to talk about:

Jester 

If you want a visual of any of these OCs (aside from most of the skyrim ones!!)

Please check here and feel free to ask about any listed as well!! 

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@thisgirllovesherfandoms 'I TOLD you not to go in, and look where we are now! Hiding behind a dumpster!'

Bullets ricochet off the walls as they huddle behind the dumpster. There’s yelling directed at them and Jackilyn squeals as a bullet barely misses her arm as she’s yanked closer to Deyanira.

Jester shouts profanities, snarling about how she’s going to kill them and Tyr is yelling for a status update over their radio.

This whole thing was stupid. Jackilyn knew they shouldn’t mess with the Mausoleum. The big ass nightclub downtown. 

Yes, it was full of spirits and demons. Yes, they are demon hunters. But she knew this was gonna be a problem. Jester was a monster. Not quite human herself she was full of hostility and rage and who knew what else.

“See Deyanira,” Jackilyn snaps, loading her handgun, while the albino half-demon does the same, brushing her hair from her face, smearing the blood from one of Jester’s lackeys further onto her face, “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Don't be ridiculous.” She says simply, voice soft and slightly deep as she lets her demonic side bleed through.

“No, no, I told you not to go in there. Not until we had backup with us.” She raises her voice as they begin shooting back, felling two demons each before ducking to dodge Jester’s bullets, “And look where we are now! Hiding behind a dumpster!”

“Of course.” Deyanira laughs, actually laughs!! “But we’ve made it out of worse situations than this, it’s part of the fun ‘Lyn.”

And at that moment their help arrives, Tyr and Destiny arriving in a hail of screeching tires as the car slides to a stop behind them. The bullets don’t stop as they race to the comfort and safety of the bullet proof car and race off.

There’s always tomorrow to try again.

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Scythebuddies: wanna go out sometime? And death/amnesiac!jackilyn: you look really tired

frick the first one isnt angsty bc i just couldnt help myself but the other one sure is oh boy :‘3c

sorry this took so long to post oh my god, i knew how i wanted them to go but the words werent coming

(under a cut for length again!)

His heart is hammering and threatening to jump out of his chest. He licks his lips and looks over to Jack who gives him a thumbs up and a grin.

He inhales and exhales, trying to steady himself as he approaches the counter. She’s working, of course she is, he wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. She looks bored, her red eyes barely restrained from rolling as a soccer mom with three small children tries to order food and a coffee.

She’s yelling at her kids and he can feel a headache forming already. He doesn’t restrain himself and does roll his eyes as she yells “Charles! Come over here right now!”

He looks at the counter in time to see the woman behind it smirking a little and his heart starts beating harder and faster than before.

When it’s finally his turn he orders his usual as well as some stuff for Jack and she has a small smile.

As he hands her his cash he asks casually, “Do you wanna go out sometime?”

She looks at him with raised eyebrows as she hands him his change, and he feels himself heat up in embarrassment.

“What the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t have asked you while you were on the clock, forget I said anything.”

And he walks away, over to the table where Jack is, slumping and laying his head face down on the table. He misses the fond smile and head shake from her.

“That bad, huh?” Jack asks, a sympathetic smile on his face, “Well, at least you tried.”

“Hey Jack, no offense but, shut the fuck up.” His voice is muffled by the table. He looks up when their food is delivered and the waitress doesn’t immediately leave, he swallows nervously as he looks up at her.

She has a small smirk on her face, “You left before I could answer.”

Jack gives him another thumbs up from behind her and Pitch has to restrain himself from flipping his “friend” off.

“I get off work at 8 tonight.” And then she walks away and he’s left sitting there dumbfounded while Jack starts eating.

“Guess I need a ride home from someone else then, huh?” He says with a mouth full of food and Pitch just throws his straw wrapper at him. 

They made it to the workshop with the help of the Yetis, and the hard work of all the Guardians brought their believers back to a steady number.

But Jackilyn is still ill. She lays in the hospital like bed they set up in North’s Workshop and Death hasn’t left her side once in the three weeks she’s been out.

When she finally stirs Death is so ecstatic and leaps to their feet, checking on her and smiling hopefully. Tyrant is gone in a puff of smoke to alert the Guardians to her waking.

Jackilyn looks around curiously as she wakes up, her eyes taking in everything. When they land on Death they widen a little but there is no recognition in her eyes.

Death smiles softly, slumping a little in their seat.

Jackilyn sits up and holds her head as it spins a little, she blinks slowly and takes in her surroundings again.

“Uhm, hi.” She says hesitantly as she turns towards Death again, “Uhh, where am I?”

“You were hurt, you’re in a safe place.”

She smiles and nods, “Alright neato.” Death keeps the tears at bay, but they can feel her eyes on them and they look at her with a curious smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I’m sorry but are you okay?” She looks concerned and Death can’t help the tears that well up in their eyes, “You look really tired.”

“It’s been…A long time since I’ve rested properly.” They laugh a little awkwardly, and are saved when Tyrant returns with North and Jack with Bunny not far behind them.

They step to the side while the others chatter excitedly and Jackilyn smiles awkwardly while they talk over one another. Death quietly leaves the room, tears streaming down their face freely. Pitch appears from the shadows and embraces them, he’s silent, having watched and heard everything from the shadows of the room.

Normally they would keep up their facade, their image of not needing anyone but this once they sob into his chest and he eases them into the shadows, keeping them hidden in their moment of weakness. He says nothing as they breakdown and stays silent even when they stop crying. Tyrant sits beside the two of them leaning against Death’s leg to add his own source of comfort.

When they’ve cried themselves out they stand up straight, wiping their eyes while Pitch gently straightens their clothing. They inhale deeply to calm theirself down and then they return to Jackilyn’s room as though nothing happened.

She’ll need someone to be beside her while she gains her memories again and Death is determined to be there. They won’t leave her. Not again.

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@werewolf-draco i love u for sending so many requests all the time. Also i love deya so much omg i missed drawing them @ anon thank u for the compliment, sweet little peach! I dont usually draw gabe bc i cant do him justice v _ v

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S H R I E K S I N T O T H E A B Y S S

Destiny’s gift; 

Cordelia’s gift (but a travel mug tho); 

Matt’s gift; 

Pitch’s gift; Pitch’s sweater;

Deyanira’s gift (from pitch); Deya’s bedroom

for extra ambience feel free to listen to this if ya want

fun fact i forgot the word bedpost while writing this :)))) 

Cordelia, Matt, Destiny, Deyanira and Tyrant are mine

Nox and Jackilyn are @thisgirllovesherfandoms’ and im just borrowing them

He never thought he’d see her frazzled, thought the first and last time she let her guard down so much would be after their disastrous fake date. That was until the holidays rolled around.

The first few weeks into December things went okay. Deyanira was her normal self, snarky and catty, the way he liked her if he was being honest with himself. 

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