#⁺﹒. * thread ⁄ devon.

[bluestsdays]

for some reason, none of this felt real until right now, as she watches each and every second tick by, waiting for the dreaded sound of the timer she’s set to decide their fate. everything up until this point was so blurred, in her mind. could hardly even remember waking up this morning and relaying her fears to miller, or buying the test, or ending up lying on the floor in wait, or experiencing any other emotion besides paralyzing fear. fuck, what if her gut feelings were right, and she really was pregnant ? her raw and bloodied cuticles speak volumes— she would be a mess. she would fail, somehow, she would fuck everything up, irrevocably. she wouldn’t even know how to begin to be ready for something like that when she could hardly keep herself fed and well-rested and clothed in clean, non-paint stained clothes (and not just miller’s t-shirts, either). there’s even some paint in her hair right now, frantically working at trying to get it out, as if it might change the outcome of this, or at least prove something, somehow. serves as a decent distraction, though, as her thoughts wander, wondering if he was as terrified as she was, if his thoughts were spiraling just as wildly as hers. of course, she’s thought about the prospect of this with him someday, but that’s just it— it was someday in the future, not now. and even then, she’s never been certain about the idea, not because of him, but because of her. because of her own family, her parents— how suffocated she was growing up in that house, always wondering when she would be enough. and she could lose herself in those thoughts, in the insecurities that gnaw at her bones, but it’s the sound of her timer reaching its end that snaps her out of it, adrenaline spiking in her system. “ fuck, ” she groans, arms draping across her eyes as she lay there against the floor, unable to move. “ will you look ? ” she asks, the corner of her eye peeking out from beneath one of her arms. and maybe it’s unfair, but she doesn’t think she could be the one to do it without throwing up everywhere. “ if it’s bad, you have my full permission to throw me off the balcony. it’s fine, really. ” / @bestcurse.

[loveshard]

continued from devon's open starter (@gctawaygirl)

"then why did i had to hear about it from jake? was it all that convenient to leave that piece of history out?" devon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed slightly as maddie’s words hit him. "i might���ve called this whatever, but let’s not pretend it doesn’t mean something.” his voice softened just slightly, though his eyes were still intense. “so, why lie? did you think i wouldn’t care? ‘cause newsflash, i do.”

[fcrtnite-a]

continued  ·  DEVON & RAFE  ·  @soughtserenity

“but there is, rafe. trust me. i saw it.” devon assured him and placed a hand over his. she knew for certain that she was right and was determined to convince him. “when you noticed ward getting angrier and stopped him from hurting me, i saw your body change. i've seen that before and – you know deep down what's happening. it's more than instinct. there's no reason to deny it.” hand moving to his cheek, “the more i've gotten to know you, the more i'm convinced that you're a natural born leader.” 

[bittcrsuite]

open to: anyone. plot in source.

"come on!" devon called out in a sing-song voice, never quite able to turn off the rockstar in her. it had to be after midnight by now, but the blonde was running down the hotel hallway towards her room. she needed some alone time with them, even if it meant giving up a few hours of necessary sleep. swinging open the door to room 316, the blonde stepped inside and held the door, her voice bearing a teasing edge. "we're burning the midnight oil here."

[driftwccds]

closed  starter  for  DEVON  (  @alkaliineee  )  &  RASHID  (  @vroyales  ) location  :  cliffs  !!  natures  !!  whatever  !!

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── yeah,  okay,  so  maybe  this  is  a  little bit  stupid.  but  he  would  be  the  first  to  point  out  that  everyone  is  always  telling  him  '  you  need  to  get  out  of  the  house  more,  rohan  '  and  '  why  are  you  always  so  boring,  rohan  '  ──and  while  he  knows  they  probably  mean  something  like  dating  or  nightclubs  or  just actually visiting coffee  shops,  he  thinks  that  throwing  himself  off  the  side  of  cliff  for  the  thrill  of  it  all  should  still  count.  besides  !  it’s  not  like  he’s  doing  it  alone.  rashid  and  devon  are  here :  totally  rational,  well  adjusted  dudes  just  like  him  with  the  same  potential  interest  in  hearing  their  heartbeat  in  their  ears and feeling their stomach in their throat for 25 long seconds  (  at  least  enough  they  haven’t  backed  out  yet.  )  “  .  .  .it's  not  THAT  far  down.  "  it's not clear if  rohan  trying  to  convince  himself  or  the  others as he  gazes  over  the  edge,  towards  the  dark  waves  that  lap  at  the  rocks  below  him.  it  makes  him  feel  a  little  dizzy.  placing his hands  on  his  hips,  he  looks  back  over  his  shoulder  at  the  two  behind  him,  “  who’s  going to jump  first  ?  “

[valleykids]

@misterkeene ➵ ✰

  her conscience was eating her alive.   sam's words were ringing in her ears, a reminder that she did not belong in this group to represent their dojo and even worse, a reminder of what she had done to get there. it seemed everyone left the locker room discouraged & most of them angry to boot. surprisingly, devon was not the latter, even with her short temper. she was more angry on behalf of sensei lawrence than she was for herself, because ultimately she knew their female captain was right. she'd done something awful - something that her mother would be so disappointed in her for - and she wasn't even doing a worthy job of the spot she had technically stolen. so, no, there was no anger. & it appeared that if anyone was sharing feelings similar to hers it was robby. devon felt bad. everyone knew robby was more than capable of getting miyagi-do points on the board. she understood he had a lot going on, and unlike the rest of the group, she didn't see any point in poking at open wounds. catching him in the hall as everyone else stormed off, she couldn't help herself from expressing as much. ❛ for what it's worth, i don't blame you. --- plus, hawk & demetri aren't really ones to talk right now given their own performances. ❜

[realprvncess]

Ultimamente as coisas estavam andando mais para trás do que para frente, então quando um flyer de um spa de uma maiores vilãs daquele mundo voou na direção de Angie, mais cedo naquele dia, ela pensou "por que não?". Afinal, que mal haveria nos serviços de uma feiticeira vaidosa? Duvidava que ela fosse envenenar clientes bem debaixo do nariz de Merlin, por mais que este também fosse merecedor de desconfiança. Ainda assim, era arriscado demais, e a princesa ansiava por uma massagem shiatsu e uma sauna. Inventou mentiras para se convencer de que o local era seguro até ter coragem de plantar os pés na porta de entrada. Mas depois que entrou naquele santuário de relaxamento e cuidado... Decidiu que só sairia de lá arrancada. Bem, talvez antes, porque se deparou com @devsndrs ao entrar na sauna. "Ah, olá. É seguro ficar perto de uma vilã em progresso?" Ergueu uma única sobrancelha, escolhendo o lado oposto da câmara.

[beauaustinsinclair]

WHO: @devon-sinclair LOCATION: Dev's place

It had been a few days since Landon had been taken, and it seemed like they were no closer to finding him. He'd been doing what he could to help Will look out for Logan, and he hadn't wanted to get in the way of whatever it is the others were doing, but if there was one thing he knew it was that the longer the boy was missing, the less likely they were to find him alive. Beau frantically rapped his knuckles against Devon's door, sending up a prayer when he turned out to be home. "Can I come in? It's important."

[pcrdidcs]

( closed ! ) starter -> @alkaliineee location: gimnasio o2 aire

"i can't do it!" he cries out, sweaty hands gripping the bar as he tries to push it against the weight of gravity. as part of his attempt to be more disciplined, he thought doing a short thing with an exercise routine would be good. he wanted it to be extremely short, like a couple of weeks just to show that he could and that his discipline was improving; he wasn't actually trying to pick up an entirely new habit, no matter how healthy it is. except, this is day one and he already wants to quit. he's laying underneath the bar, trying to bench press 100 lbs ( 45 kg ) with little to no avail. the most he pressed is button pressing, both on video games on people's nerves. "i give up, devon! get this thing off me! let's go walking instead! i can hear god laughing at me and i hate it!"

[starliitstories]

plot: Devon saw your muse playing an arcade game

It had been a while since the last time he were playing games like these. Amused smile curled his lips, tall body leaning against the game this person was playing. His blue eyes were keenly looking at them playing, being so focused. It was adorable despite the fact they were not particularly good at this game. But they were clearly trying their best and having a good time. “You’re not getting enough scores.” Devon teased playfully with a warm smile on his face.

[utcpias]

          ♡.    devon    &    ??

                              ♡.       “people are too casual about the fact that parrots can talk.” @2minus​

[loveshard]

continued from devon's open starter (@swcctcrbittcr)

the events of the night before were a blur, along with devon's vision for a few moments before he groaned softly, his hand dragging down his face as he blinked blearily, the unfamiliar person slowly coming into focus. the faint throb of a hangover pounded behind his temples, but the sound of cambrie's voice snapped him back into reality. he turned his head toward her, a lopsided grin forming on his face despite his disheveled state.

"shit, i should've have taken my chances out there," the musician said, his voice low and slightly raspy from the night before. he sat himself up on the couch, his shirt rumpled and his hair a glorious mess. "not that i’m complaining. just be prepared to see a bill from my chiropractor." his gaze flicked over her, lingering just a moment longer than necessary on the way her robe cinched tightly around her waist before meeting her eyes with a playful glint. "coffee sounds like the move," he said, stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing lazily. "but if i take a shower, you might never get rid of me. i’m the kind of guy who falls for free hospitality, you know?"

[fcrtnite-a]

continued  ·  DEVON & RAFE  ·  @soughtserenity

devon blinked back tears and cradled her arm against her side. she wasn’t as immune to intense pain as the other wolves. her threshold was much lower. “all of us have gotten carried away in the moment.” she reminded rafe and followed his line of vision to landon, who was already challenging someone else to a tussle. it was a little annoying that he’d only asked if she was ‘good’ through a dry chuckle. but what was she supposed to do about it? let rafe take a hunk of flesh from him? the others would never let her live it down. devon only began lifting her shirt because of the look of concern on rafe’s face. the wound was larger than she imagined and in the shape of three claw marks. "i... guess i could use some help."

[icedfae]

“I do not like the look on your face, Dev. Last time you gave me a look like that I thought you were going to burn the entire house down.” His sister was a loose cannon, Griff was well aware of that fact and whenever she put her mind to something he also knew stopping her was not an option. @infamyd​

[knightsxfhell]

with Eilis McCullough @knightsmc

Unerring optimism had perhaps always been one of his defining traits. Always able to not only see the bright side but believe that things could and would be better. The glass wasn't just half full but also filled with potential, dark clouds didn't just have a silver lining but brimmed with rain that could give an entirely new life. Any obstacle he faced had been a chance to learn something new, nothing seemed impossible. Upbeat to a fault he knew that some could find such confidence in the world jarring, preferring to look at it with realism instead. It was something he had grown used to - accepted as a trade off, happy to have some dislike him if it meant he could be a light to others. But he had never expected Kahoa to be one of them. It was the only logical conclusion to draw after she'd fallen out of love with him and in love with someone altogether more dark and sullen.

But even if his shambles of a personal life might have left him with a bitter enough taste in his mouth that he was beginning to see the appeal of pessimism, that viewpoint had yet to pollute his work life. If anything it had had the opposite effect, with him pouring the entirety of his heart and soul into his lessons in the search for some kind of win. Usually his effort into his class was much more altruistic, more interested in inspiring young minds than forcing them into some kind of mold. But the acrimonious ending of his engagement was threatening to make him believe that it was all pointless, dimming his faith in both himself and his skills in the rest of his life. That maybe, just maybe, all those years of looking on the brightside had been for nothing. In an effort to keep himself from being entirely disheartened, Devon had himself convinced that even if he had to call himself a failure as a fiancé, the same didn't have to be true in all other aspects of his life.

He'd been warned about Aoife McCullough's behaviour before she'd even arrived in his class but even then he had underestimated how much of a disruption she could be. There'd been some misplaced confidence in how well she would respond to him but after a particularly tough lesson he had read through her file to see if he could find a breakthrough. An idea had sparked and a phonecall had been made, hoping that a joint approach of school and home might bring the girl what she needed. Meetings with parents still brought a small hint of anxiety with him, it was never easy telling someone their child could be challenging, but he nonetheless found himself hoping it went well. Maybe he was feeling more like his old self after all. Warm smile was settled onto his features as he opened the door after hearing a knock. "Mrs McCullough, thanks so much for coming in." Door was held open to her before he gestured to the seat he'd moved in front of his desk. Once they were both over there he held out his hand. "I'm Mr Persaud, Aoife's teacher." The temptation was resisted to tell her she could just call him Devon, never quite knowing how parents would respond to informality. "I'm hoping to talk to you about her, get us all on the same page."

[fcrtnite]

continued  ·  DEVON & RAFE  ·  @soughtserenity

he had a point. working backwards was the way to go. “i could start working on the betas. i get along with most of them. and maybe i could even talk to jaden. he doesn't seem that unreasonable.” at least not with her. "it'll take time, but i know i can get jj, kie, and john b to listen to us."