#tod oc

[drawingdullahan]

Here's some oc warmup sketches to work on expressions

And a few closeups

[drawingdullahan]

Esprit teaching Adult!Tod how to work a smart phone for your drabble requests! >:3

bro ur gonna make me cry i miss them so much

Here you go! Hope I got Esprit right

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Tod picked up Esprit from school like usual and was currently walking him back to their apartment. He seemed irritated though, which wasn’t normal for someone who usually just took whatever life threw at them. He was looking over an old Nokia phone in his hands and pressing buttons several times. He gave exasperated sighs and tried to get it working.

“Hey Tod, everything good?” Esprit walked with a bounce in his step and strode a few paces ahead so he could turn and walk backwards while talking with Tod.

Tod looked up to the boy for a moment, “Ah yeah kid, don’t worry. My phone is just busted is all.” He looked back to his phone and watched it power off, whispering a frustrated “damn it…” under his breath.

“That old thing? I thought it was a fossil you were carrying around,” Esprit teased with a sharp toothed and mischievous grin.

“It is old, huh? Feels almost as old as me,” Tod gave a chuckle at Esprit’s joke.

“Mhm, so…” he started in a singsong voice, “Why don’t you get a new one?”

“I was already thinking about that, this one lasted me so long that I didn’t even wonder about when it might break,” he admitted and ran a hand through his hair, he did that when he was stressed, and he knew Esprit had picked up on it.

“No smoking… remember?” the boy said quietly.

“I know, this ain’t too bad. Don’t worry, I wont break my promise,” he nodded and gave Esprit a smile to make him feel a bit better. He figured he could just get another Nokia since this one had lasted a while anyways.

“I’ll go with you to pick it out!” he said with excitement and was already dragging Tod down the road by his good hand to the cellphone store.

Tod now sat at home, holding a new phone in his hand. It wasn’t the one that he had intended at all. No, this one was a smartphone, and as cool as that sounded the poor man had no idea how to use it. He stared at the startup screen.

“How’s it working?” Esprit asked after doing some homework. He sat next to Tod with a hum.

“It ain’t got buttons, so I just touch the screen?” he asked, pressing something.

“Yeah, wait…” Esprit looked at the screen, “You’re not past the setup screen?”

“I coulda just gotten a phone like my old one,” he said, “Instead of havin’ to do all this you know.”

“Yeah but think about it, now you only need one hand to use your phone!” Esprit grinned.

Tod put on a sweet smile and looked over his bad hand at the scarring that crossed over the back and how his knuckles didn’t exactly sit right. He knew Esprit was thinking about him, and that made him happy. He supposed he didn’t mind learning a new thing or two.

“Alright, just show me how this thing works already,” he ruffled his hair with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone.

Esprit gave a grin and a nod and happily began showing him.

[drawingdullahan]

Another new icon, this one is my reaper oc Tod!!

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[historiesandmemories]

Normally when Lisette sensed she was being followed, she disappeared, blending away into the shadows, melding with the scenery. But she was tired of hiding, especially from who she knew was following her. This person who had nightly haunted her dreams along with others for centuries, this person she’d been far too nervous to confront but often watched from afar in the various cities and towns they all ended up in all over the world. A person who may have answers for why Lisette didn’t die when the British hung her in 1782. 

She kept her pace steady, casual, as she wound out of the more crowded areas of town. Eventually, she came to the end of alley that spit her out onto a winy warf, the sound of the sea beating against the sea wall filling the air. The spy paused, feeling her heart leap into her throat. Centuries of eluding these people was coming to an end and even though she may finally get the answers she’d wondered about endlessly, there was still a large part of Lisette that wanted to run in the other direction. But she stayed, booted feet planted firmly on the wet concrete. She would get answers. She would end her immortal solitude.

Turning slowly, Lisette turned. “I know you are following me,” she said, “and I’m done hiding. I want answers.”