#oc: deyanira todd
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Destinyâs gift;Â
Cordeliaâs gift (but a travel mug tho);Â
Mattâs gift;Â
Pitchâs gift; Pitch's sweater;
Deyaniraâs gift (from pitch);Â 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 :))))Â
Cordelia, Matt, Destiny, Deyanira and Tyrant are mine
Nox and Jackilyn are @thisgirllovesherfandoms' and im just borrowing them
He never thought heâd 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.Â
Jackilynâs twin sister came to visit a few days before they would both leave to go home. The first time they met her, it was jarring for both Pitch and Jack to meet someone who looked identical to the bubbly and upbeat Jackilyn but was her complete opposite in fashion, personality, and attitude.
Deyanira treated them all to a movie and dinner, insisting on paying since her boss, North, was always incredibly generous with hours and holiday pay when December came around.Â
Pitch didnât know why Jackilyn kept asking if Deyanira was going to be alright. She asked, no exaggeration, at least six times over the course of two days. Every time Deyanira insisted she was fine and things were planned and good to go, a fond smile on her face at Jackilynâs worrying.
A few days after she saw the twins off to the bus station her facade began to crack. Her normally calm demeanor was beginning to wear down as her family called to make more and more plans and make sure things were still ready to go.
Pitch found it fascinating.
When he saw Jack off to the train station a week after Jackilyn and Nox left Deyanira looked about ready to snap. A near constant twitch was in her left eye and she looked like she hadnât slept in a month.
He knew Destiny was a lot for Deyanira but that couldnât be the only thing. He decided to figure it out and walked over one morning, knocking on her door, two coffees in hand.
When she opened it she looked exhausted, bags under her eyes, her hair disheveled and her clothes crumpled like she slept in them. Or hadnât changed out of them for a few days. Grey pajama bottoms and a band logo he didnât recognize was on her shirt. Â
He handed a coffee to her without a word and she was tired enough to smile gratefully and sincerely.
âPeppermint?â She asked after taking a sip and he smirked, nodding.
ââTis the season after all.â He sipped his own coffee, âI thought caffeine might be better than hot chocolate for you.â
She laughed softly and stepped aside. Welcoming him easily into her home. He walked in, impressed when he saw the setup. Their tree hadnât been up before Jackilyn left but it was now, and completely decorated too, plus all the gifts were wrapped and perfectly placed underneath it.
âDamn.â
âYeah.â She mumbled, walking past him and pushing wrapping paper and bows off the couch and ungracefully onto the floor, âMy momâs a stickler for tradition and it has to be perfect.â
She collapsed onto the couch, sighing with exhaustion, he sat beside her staring at the tree, it was nice, not real of course, he doubted a real tree was something Deyanira would buy, but it was decorated completely with the lights strung and ready to be plugged in.
He smiled when he saw some of the decorations, no doubt gifts from Nox, a skeleton here, a coffin there, and a--
âIs that a mouse skull?â He asks and it startles her a little from her doze, she jerks awake and he feels bad, but then she smiles and laughs.
âYeah, Jackilyn found out I collect bones and found a mouse skull turned into an ornament at a garage sale.â She smiles fondly and he feels his heart race a little, he doesnât think about why, âItâs normally in my room, but I bring it out around the holidays.â
She groans as she stands, stretching and shuffling into the kitchen, âWell, thatâs enough of a break for now, I have to start baking and making food for Christmas.â
âDo you want help?â Itâs out of his mouth before he can stop himself, but he doesnât doubt his decision when she looks at him hopefully, âJackâs not here and my family doesnât visit for the holidays, so Iâm not doing anything anyways.â
âHonestly that would help a lot.â She pauses and then her familiar smirk is back, âSo long as you donât burn the food.â
He rolls his eyes, barely containing his own smirk, âNo promises.â
They mesh well and before long the baking of all the cookies is done, the rest of the wrapping is done, and even the food is prepped for Christmas, what can be prepped anyways, and she looks so relieved and relaxed as they sit together on her couch, watching cheesy monster movies interspersed with Christmas movies.
âSo, since you helped, I suppose itâs only polite that I invite you to Christmas dinner.â She says as she picks a new movie off Netflix, âIf you donât have any plans anyways I mean.â
â...Is this going to be as disastrous as our fake date?â He asks and grins at the glare she shoots at him.
âDunno, buut I doubt it, Destiny is...subdued around our parents.â
He feels like thereâs something there, something she doesnât talk about, but he doesnât pry, itâs not his place. Not yet anyway, but he files the info away for a later date.
âWell, sure I guess,â He pauses as the opening title begins playing on the tv, âWait, do I have to wear a Christmas sweater?â
She laughs, âAbsolutely. As gaudy as you can actually. Itâs something I always do, it irritates my mother and my dad loves them.â
âPerfect, I have a terrible one that I always wear.â
They lapse into a comfortable silence, neither one thinking much as they lean on each other and intertwine their fingers while they watch the movie.
Her family shows up at roughly noon on the 23rd of December. Or...most of her family.
He knows this because he hears a dog barking and it draws his attention enough to open the door.
He sees a beast of a German Shepherd and Deyanira kneeling before it, cooing softly and smiling so genuinely his heart stops for a second. She sees him and he thinks he imagines the way her eyes light up and her smile broadens.
âPitch!â She sounds so excited and he just smiles awkwardly, raising an eyebrow slightly, âDad, this is Pitch, heâs a friend.â
Pitch now realizes Destiny is in the hallway as well, with a man heâs never seen before, who reaches a hand out readily to shake his.
Pitch, still in pajamas suddenly feels embarrassed and on display but he composes himself and smiles easily, shaking the manâs hand.
âPitch, this is my father Matthew Todd.â
âPleasure to meet you Mr. Todd.â He speaks easily and shakes the manâs hand firmly.
Matthew laughs and it's deep and genuine, âIâm just Matt.â
âYou already know Destiny,â Deyanira continues, unperturbed by the fact Pitch is in pajamas -- and heâs sure sheâs aware how awkward he feels.
Destiny for her part smiles and gives a polite nod to him, âAnd this.â Deyanira says, grabbing the sides of the dogâs face and smooshing it lovingly, âIs Tyrant.â
She dissolves into baby talk that has the dog wiggling his whole body with his excited tail wagging. Pitch doesnât miss the muzzle on the dog, or the spiked collar, and hesitates.
âIs he friendly?â He asks as he kneels beside the dog as well.
âNot at all!â Deyanira says cheerfully and Pitch laughs, but he knows how to deal with dogs and holds his hand out to let the big guy smell him. Tyrant tenses and Pitch is grateful for the barrier between them, but then, just as suddenly as he tensed, heâs relaxed again and pushing his body against Pitch for pets.
Pitch isnât the only one who is surprised by the mood shift, especially not if Destinyâs soft hum and Deyaniraâs gentle gasp are anything to go by. No one says anything aside from Deyanira starting to gush and praise the dog while Pitch stands up.
âGet dressed and come over.â Matt says as they all herd into Deyaniraâs apartment, and Pitch nods before going to do just that.
Things go amazingly, Matt is incredibly funny and lighthearted and Destiny loves talking about some of the clients she gets, no names of course, but some of the stories are too good not to share.
Tyrant lets him pet him and scratch behind his ears, and even, much to everyone elseâs surprise, lets Pitch play tug-o-war with him on the floor. When he lays down to sleep later, exhausted from playing, he lays at Pitch and Deyaniraâs feet.
Pitch feels like heâs home, or rather, like heâs with Jackâs family, and itâs nice.
âOh, Dey, mother will be arriving tomorrow morning.â Destiny says as they wind down and Pitch considers heading home, the mood shifts suddenly and even Matt seems to shift uncomfortably.
â...Okay.â Is all she says and Pitch files it away with the other comment she had made.
At 10 pm he heads home, with Deyanira seeing him out the door and chewing her lip nervously. He feels a tension set in when she closes the door behind her, standing in the hallway with him, and he eyes her curiously.
âWill you...â She licks her lips and he can feel how vulnerable she is from posture and body language alone, âPlease come back tomorrow. Please spend Christmas with m--us.â
Itâs a whisper, like sheâs conspiring, and he knows how she must feel in that instant and does what he does best.
âI had already planned on it. You invited me earlier in the week and if you think Iâm giving up free food, youâre mad.â
Her relief is palpable and he grins when she rolls her eyes, âLeave it to you to just want to come over for the free food.â
âOf course. What else do you think I visit for?â He snarks and then his breath catches in his throat as she hugs him tight.
âThank you.â She whispers and then sheâs gone, back inside her apartment and heâs left blinking in the hallway, heart racing and stomach in knots.
He doesnât think about the feelings and what they mean as he heads inside his own apartment.
He understood, when she arrived, why Jackilyn had asked if Deya was going to be okay roughly 20 times. He also understood why Destiny and Deyanira both were so tense around their mother.
He didnât really follow fashion, but he never thought that Cordelia Todd was their mother. It made sense in hindsight, how many people realistically have the last name Todd, and how could Destiny have afforded to travel for the years she did, but he never made the connection until she arrived.
She was...something.
Pitch was already at Deyaniraâs place, sharing a coffee with Matt while Destiny and Deyanira tried to find a good Christmas movie for background noise.
The knock was sharp and unexpected, Tyrant leapt to his feet and barked once before racing to the door. Somehow, even with her being albino, Pitch saw the color fully drain from Deyaniraâs face.
She stood, her legs shaking a little, and approached the door with purpose. When she opened it, there was no greeting before her mother simply walked inside.
âHonestly Deyanira, couldnât you answer the door any faster?â Her voice was reprimanding, and Pitch watched as she walked in, barely looking at her other daughter or her husband.
âWhere will we be sleeping?â
âMy bed.â Deyanira answered in a monotone voice.
âYour bed? Where do you plan on sleeping then?â She asked, rounding on her eldest daughter, âDonât tell me the couch. Thatâs no place for a woman to sleep Deyanira.â
Matt cleared his throat before she could continue her tirade, âDelia, dear, meet Pitch, Deyaniraâs neighbor. Heâll be joining us for Christmas.â
Pitch smiled, and hoped it wasnât forced as she turned around to face him, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes.
âPitch?â She asked with obvious disdain, âForgive me, but what kind of name is that?â
âItâs a nickname Mrs. Todd, my full name is often too difficult to pronounce for most people.â His voice must have sounded as snooty as he hoped because both Deyanira and Destiny cracked a smile, he kept a straight face however, as he continued, âMy full name is Kozmotis Pitchiner, but Pitch is fine.â
He felt some sort of smug satisfaction when she called him Pitch later in the evening.
Their tradition, that Mrs. Todd is a stickler for, is that they open one gift on Christmas Eve.
So everyone is handed a gift, even Pitch who flounders a bit and sheepishly says âI didnât grab your gift...â which Deyanira smiles knowingly at and he realizes he walked right into admitting he shopped for her.
âYou can bring it in the morning.â She says with a wink and he sighs dramatically. It makes Destiny giggle and Matt smile, but Mrs. Todd narrows her eyes and scoffs softly.
Everyone tears into their gifts with abandon, even Tyrant rips the paper off his, revealing a plastic squeaky hamburger. Immediately he starts squeaking it and carries it around to everyone, showing it off and squeaking it in their faces.
Deyanira opens a gift from her father, a book on ancient embalming practices, and she thanks him profusely before cracking it open immediately.
Matt opens one from Destiny, revealing a nice and comfortable shirt, one that says âI love my daughterâ in big letter with â(yes she bought me this t-shirt)â underneath it. He laughs and thanks her, proclaiming heâll wear it under his sweater tomorrow.
Mrs. Todd also opens one from Destiny, itâs a travel mug and what it says makes her smile fondly, her facade of stern and overbearing cracking just a tiny bit.
âWhatâs it say, dear?â Matt asks, and Deyanira even looks up from her book.
âDear Mom, thanks for putting up with a spoiled, ungrateful, messy, bratty child like my sibling. Love your favorite.â
Deyanira throws a pillow at her sister that has them all laughing, even Deyanira herself smiles and shakes her head.
Destiny opens a gift from their mother, she gasps softly as an extremely fuzzy sweater is revealed, it looks expensive, even to Pitchâs untrained eyes, and Destiny leaps off the floor, embracing her mother before putting the sweater on.
Itâs big and bulky and Pitch personally thinks itâs hideous but he doesnât know anything about fashion.
He feels eyes on him and swallows nervously before he opens his gift from Deyanira, itâs small and in a box, and he laughs before opening it.
âHope itâs not a ring.â Deyanira snorts but she watches him close and he feels his throat close up a little bit when he sees the necklace, nestled softly in fabric padding. It looks like a camera lense, and he smiles taking it out of the box carefully.
Destiny gasps softly and makes an âoooâ sound when she sees it. Tyrant sniffs it, getting dog nose marks on it before losing interest and squeaking his toy again. Pitch puts it on, not making eye contact with Deyanira as Destiny cleans up the wrapping paper.
Matt plays with Tyrant, throwing crumpled and wadded up paper at the dog until he grumbles about it and starts tearing them up smaller. Distracted from his new toy for a moment too long. Destiny snatches it and squeaks it, running around the apartment as Tyrant chases her.
Pitch swallows past the lump in his throat and leans over before whispering a soft âThank you.â
Deyanira just smiles and whispers just as softly, âYouâre welcome.â
Only Mrs. Todd sees the exchange, unbeknownst to the two sitting by each other on the floor.
Pitch leaves shortly after, Deyanira telling him he canât come back until tomorrow, and he better bring her gift.
He doesnât stop touching the necklace all through his nightly routine.
Heâs up at 7 am. Like every Christmas, but surprisingly he gets a knock on his door at 9.
He opens it in confusion, only to find a distraught Destiny at his door.
âWhat--â
âDey wonât come out of her room.â The tone she takes makes him more alert suddenly, coffee mug in his hand held tighter, âShe and mother got in an argument after you left last night,â She starts and he immediately sets his mug down, picking up his keys and Deyaniraâs gift without thinking about it, âthey went to bed angry and now that mom and dad are out of her room sheâs locked herself in and I donât know what to do and I donât want to bother Jackil--â
But heâs already opening the door to Deyanira and Jackilynâs apartment.
It smells divine, Matt apparently cooks when stressed because heâs started the preparations for dinner already. Mrs Todd sits on the couch, face blank as she stares at the television and Matt himself is knocking gently on Deyaniraâs door.
Tyrant growls from the other side when Matt asks to come in.
Destiny follows Pitch close as he strides across the room to Deyaniraâs bedroom door.
Pitch knocks firmly, âLet me in.â His tone leaves no room for argument.
Thereâs silence before she says, âOnly you. I donât want to see anyone else.â
âFine.â
âFine.â They hear the lock click and he moves fast, sliding in and closing the door behind him, easily locking it once more before the others can even attempt to speak.
Tyrant is on the floor by her bed, little more than a black mass in the dim lighting of the room. She is laying on her side, facing away from the door.
His first order of business is walking across the room to the window, he opens the curtains and is nearly blinded by the brightness of the white snow.
Tyrant growls when he approaches the bed and Pitch just shushes him before sitting by Deyaniraâs feet.
They sit in silence for a while before he clears his throat.
âSo...Letâs start with, good morning and Merry Christmas.â
She scoffs and curls up tighter.
âListen, I also hate the holidays but you canât open your gift laying down.â He leans against the bedpost.
Deyanira is quiet and he wonders if sheâs ignoring him but then she sighs and sits up, she readjusts and keeps her back to the head of the bed, she smiles when she sees his gaudy sweater.
âWhat the fuck is that.â She barely holds back a laugh.
âMy hideous Christmas sweater.â He says casually, âIt even lights up.â He presses the button and sure enough the lights on the tinsley green tree start flashing happily.
âI...Am speechless.â
âThereâs a first time for everything.â
They lapse into a silence again and he gently nudges her with his foot. âWhat happened?â
She sighs and closes her eyes, tilting her head back against the wall, and he sees her vulnerable again like on the elevator, âMy mother...I...she wants me to model her fashion again, says I should because how of pretty I am. How Iâm âwasting my beautyâ working dumb jobs and...â
She trails off and opens her eyes, a blush forming high on her face, âShe saw yesterday, when you thanked me, and she thinks...I shouldnât âthink about a familyâ when I âcanât even support myself financially.ââ
â...Well itâs a good thing showing gratitude canât get someone pregnant then or Jackilyn would be a mother by now.â
She laughs, itâs a bark of laughter thatâs sudden and startling enough for Tyrant to jump onto the bed and sniff her curiously. They dissolve into laughter and when sheâs done and theyâve composed themselves he hands her the gift heâd been holding onto.
âIâm sure you have a sweater already picked out for today,â He says casually as she opens the gift, âBut it screamed your name when I saw it so...â
The black sweatshirt is immediately put on when she reads what it says, a grin on her face the entire time.
âThank you.â She says softly and sincerely.
He smiles before whispering, âCareful, we donât want you pregnant now do we?â
She laughs and then goes quiet, she moves closer, suddenly in his space and heâs sure she can hear his heart racing in his chest, but instead of saying anything she hugs him again, he pretends not to notice the tears leaking from her eyes as she sniffles against him.
He returns the embrace and they sit like that for a while until Tyrant breaks them up, nuzzling his face in between their arms and demanding hugs as well, slobber covered squeaky toy and all.
They break apart and laugh at the dogs antics and before either one knows whatâs happening Deyanira leans forward and kisses him. His mind sort of stops, train of thought derailing in an explosive crash.
She is apparently unfazed, easily standing up and pulling him up with her.
He still hasnât regained himself by the time she opens the door, Tyrant bolting into the living room, squeaking the toy all the way, and the two of them following after him.
Her eyes are red from crying but no one says anything, opting instead to simply hug her and things are uneasy but calm, Mrs. Todd eyes him closely and he wonders what sheâs thinking before Matt asks for his help in the kitchen.
The day seems to flash past and before he knows it, itâs already 11 pm. Heâs seated on the floor, back to the couch, with Deyanira sitting behind him on the sofa itself. Sprawled across his lap is Tyrant, squeaky hamburger nearby and assortment of other new toys strewn across the apartment.
Destiny is beside her sister, the two of them playfully arguing over which movie to pick, and Matt and Cordelia, because she had insisted at dinner that he call her that, sat together on the other sofa, occasionally whispering to one another.
He yawned and sighed, moving the dead weight dog off his lap, âTime for me to head to bed. Thank you for having me join you for today.â
They all bid him goodnight and he headed home.
A knock sounded on his apartment door when he was in the middle of brushing his teeth, so with toothbrush in mouth and pajama shirt slung over his shoulder, he didnât even check to see who it was before opening the door.
Before him stood Cordelia. He felt exposed but she spoke before he could say anything.
âYou make my daughter happier than Iâve seen her in a long time. You and her roommate are good for her.â
He blinked owlishly, but she continued, once again before he could speak.
âI donât know if you two plan to spend the rest of your lives together or just have fun but I approve of whatever you two decide. I just want her happy and healthy and you seem to want the same.â She smiled and gently patted his cheek as he blinked again.
And then she turned and left to go back to Deyaniraâs and he was left in the doorway with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his shirt still slung over his shoulder. Â
When he closed the door he wondered what the hell just happened.
The next couple of days flew past, and before long Deyaniraâs family was leaving. They all said their goodbyes and Matt pulled Pitch aside, and suddenly Pitch was apprehensive.
âListen, I have no idea what your relationship with my Deyanira is, but she seems genuinely happy with you around so whatever it is, youâre doing great.â
Once again, as he rambled on, Pitch couldnât get a word in edgewise and before he knew it they were gone.
And then it was just the two of them. And Tyrant.
Deyanira had apparently talked to the landlady of the building and she had said so long as the dog doesnât bark too much she didnât care if he stayed.
âGuess Jackilyn is getting a dog for Christmas.â Deyanira had laughed when she told Pitch about it.
And then they were sitting on the couch together again, this time with Tyrant at their feet, and their hands again intertwined easily.
â...Are we dating?â He asked suddenly and she turned to look at him curiously.
âUhhh,â She said elequently, âI mean...Not technically, no...Why? Do you want to be?â
âI...donât know.â He said turning to look at her curiously as well.
âOh good, great, perfect, because neither do I.â She was sincere, he could tell, which made him laugh.
âWe are a mess.â He whispered before leaning close and kissing her cheek.
âAbsolutely.â She laughed, and they cuddled up together again, watching something more geared for Halloween than Christmas, but it didn't matter. They were happy.
#my writing#oc: deyanira todd#oc: destiny todd#oc: cordelia todd#oc: matthew todd#friend oc: jackilyn lantern#friend oc: nox#oc: tyrant#i rlly hope the linebreaks fuckin work#a week and 4k+ words later and its finally done#ty moirail for humoring me
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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.Â
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.
âSo sunshine, howâs the interview going?â 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.
âBoss, we've got something.â Tyrâs voice carries before either can answer, and Destiny leaps up and rushes over in excitement.
âWhat is it this time?â She asks, barely turning to face him.
âSpecters, a whole house of them by the looks of our preliminary readings of the place.â Destiny says excitedly as she hurries to gather the equipment needed.
âWell kid, you ready?â When she doesnât get an immediate response she raises an eyebrow at the new prospect, âWhatâs wrong? Scared of ghosts?â
âIâm not scared of ghosts.â She says calmly as she stands, her eyes begin to glow and Deyanira smiles wide, fangs glinting in the light as she does so, âGhosts are scared of me.â
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.
âGlad to have you aboard.â
âGlad to be here.â Jackilyn shakes her hand with a smile just as radiant as her holy power and Deyanira finds herself enjoying this girlâs personality already.
#my writing#oc: death/deyanira todd#oc: tyrant/tyr#oc: fate/destiny todd#friend oc: jackilyn lantern#Demon hunter AU
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Im really feelin the love for my moirail @werewolf-draco rn, so i wanted to draw the First Brotpâą Basically, theyâre very messy doodles summarizing the relationship Death has with Jackilyn and Nox Jackilyn admires Death and thinks theyâre amazing. Nox is a shitbaby who hates them. One day iâll draw a nice clean picture of them. *clenches fist* one day....
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Deyaniras favorite flavor of ice cream is peppermint. a close second is mint chocolate chip
#sess speaks#oc: deyanira todd#i wanna do little headcanon (canon???) tidbits for my ocs so im starting with this#oc tidbits
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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. Thereâs yelling directed at them and Jackilyn squeals as a bullet barely misses her arm as sheâs yanked closer to Deyanira.
Jester shouts profanities, snarling about how sheâs going to kill them and Tyr is yelling for a status update over their radio.
This whole thing was stupid. Jackilyn knew they shouldnât mess with the Mausoleum. The big ass nightclub downtown.Â
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.
âSee Deyanira,â 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 Jesterâs lackeys further onto her face, âI knew this was a bad idea.â
âDon't be ridiculous.â She says simply, voice soft and slightly deep as she lets her demonic side bleed through.
âNo, no, I told you not to go in there. Not until we had backup with us.â She raises her voice as they begin shooting back, felling two demons each before ducking to dodge Jesterâs bullets, âAnd look where we are now! Hiding behind a dumpster!â
âOf course.â Deyanira laughs, actually laughs!! âBut weâve made it out of worse situations than this, itâs part of the fun âLyn.â
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 donât stop as they race to the comfort and safety of the bullet proof car and race off.
Thereâs always tomorrow to try again.
#my writing#oc: jester#oc: death/deyanira todd#oc: tyrant/tyr#oc: fate/destiny todd#friend oc: jackilyn lantern#Demon hunter AU
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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 :â3c
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. Sheâs working, of course she is, he wouldnât be here if she wasnât. 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.
Sheâs yelling at her kids and he can feel a headache forming already. He doesnât restrain himself and does roll his eyes as she yells âCharles! Come over here right now!â
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 itâs 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, âDo you wanna go out sometime?â
She looks at him with raised eyebrows as she hands him his change, and he feels himself heat up in embarrassment.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldnât have asked you while you were on the clock, forget I said anything.â
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.
âThat bad, huh?â Jack asks, a sympathetic smile on his face, âWell, at least you tried.â
âHey Jack, no offense but, shut the fuck up.â His voice is muffled by the table. He looks up when their food is delivered and the waitress doesnât immediately leave, he swallows nervously as he looks up at her.
She has a small smirk on her face, âYou left before I could answer.â
Jack gives him another thumbs up from behind her and Pitch has to restrain himself from flipping his âfriendâ off.
âI get off work at 8 tonight.â And then she walks away and heâs left sitting there dumbfounded while Jack starts eating.
âGuess I need a ride home from someone else then, huh?â He says with a mouth full of food and Pitch just throws his straw wrapper at him.Â
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 Northâs Workshop and Death hasnât left her side once in the three weeks sheâs 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.
âUhm, hi.â She says hesitantly as she turns towards Death again, âUhh, where am I?â
âYou were hurt, youâre in a safe place.â
She smiles and nods, âAlright neato.â Death keeps the tears at bay, but they can feel her eyes on them and they look at her with a curious smile.
âWhatâs wrong?â
ââŠIâm sorry but are you okay?â She looks concerned and Death canât help the tears that well up in their eyes, âYou look really tired.â
âItâs beenâŠA long time since Iâve rested properly.â 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, heâs 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 Deathâs leg to add his own source of comfort.
When theyâve 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 Jackilynâs room as though nothing happened.
Sheâll need someone to be beside her while she gains her memories again and Death is determined to be there. They wonât 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
#my art#ask#replies#anonymous#werewolf draco#my ocs#overwatch#senvidanta#felicity#kala#effie#death/deyanira todd
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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 thisÂ
Skyrim OCs
Ky'listher - Khajiit
Meez'r Dragon Dancer - Argonian
Psyanya Laemaerith - Altmer
AnĂtaska - Altmer
Elnias - Bosmer
Merejka Elf-Heart - NordÂ
Muldrana Neroel - Dunmer
LĂșthwen - Altmer
Rise of the Guardian OCs/Human versions
Death/Deyanira Todd
Time/Cordelia Todd
Fate/Destiny ToddÂ
Life/Matthew Todd
Various Human Ocs
Emma PruittÂ
Cyrus Nolan
Daisy Alston
Hunter Alston
Jesse Riffle
Harley Riffle
Delaney Blake
Luce VespersÂ
Lazarus DarayÂ
Lilly-Anne Miller
Dean Maddox
Vicky Thalin
Various Humanoid OCsÂ
Eyesore - Alien
Lior Jones - AngelÂ
Anna Jacoby - Vampire
John Jacoby - Vampire
William Jacoby - Vampire
And of course, I'm always ready to talk about:
JesterÂ
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!!Â
#sess speaks#please talk to me abt my ocs#im in a writing mood but stumped so asking questions will help a lot
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speaking of my ocs specifically deyaÂ
how bad of an idea is making this my girls bedroom in her apartment
hmm its a real possibility bc she sure do love the Aesthetic
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Whoever said diamonds are a girls best friend never owned a dog.Â
#oc: deyanira todd#aesthetic shitpost#fuck i...really love this one#ive made a lot today but this one im sharing here too bc i love it sm#sess speaks
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S H R I E K S I N T O T H E A B Y S S
Destinyâs gift;Â
Cordeliaâs gift (but a travel mug tho);Â
Mattâs gift;Â
Pitchâs gift; Pitchâs sweater;
Deyaniraâs gift (from pitch);Â Deyaâs bedroom
for extra ambience feel free to listen to this if ya want
fun fact i forgot the word bedpost while writing this :))))Â
Cordelia, Matt, Destiny, Deyanira and Tyrant are mine
Nox and Jackilyn are @thisgirllovesherfandomsâ and im just borrowing them
He never thought heâd 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.Â
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#THE OTP RETURNS#FRIEND OCS#DEATH/DEYANIRA TODD#STORIES#MY MOIRAILâS WRITING#GOOD GOOD SHIT#BRIEF MENTIONS OF#JACKILYN LANTERN#NOX#FAVORITE
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