#devigail

[dichromaticdyke]

i’m not doing kloktober since i completed that challenge in full last year and im focused on TFOM but today’s prompt was favorite ship and in honor of TFOM i wanna share this edit @god-impeaching-dj made for devigail 💜

[dichromaticdyke]

this is cute

@god-impeaching-dj @sexystevebuscemi @ideyaag @the-loveliest-lotus @nyoomkitty and anyone who want to pls have fun this is cute

This Picrew is cute as hell, and I highly recommend using it for OC ships, because again, it's cute as hell! 🖤✨

In fact, let's make a chain of this! I tag @dolly-macabre, @dichromaticdyke, @blackmetalstar, @plvtosun and @dudenastii 🖤✨

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEVON!!!!!!

Woe devigail sketches be upon ye

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devon art by @god-impeaching-dj

sleepy n drinking from a custom mug of their gf 🥺

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it’s someone’s birthday… 🍹

i didn’t have anything planned so, a collection of images from devon’s tag and pinterest board. everyone say yay.

[dichromaticdyke]

hanahaki disease is soooo devigail coded and for what? for devon to hack up a white lily petal after the first time they hook up and desperately trying to make sure abigail doesn't see? for abigail to wake up one morning covered in honeysuckle petals that devon coughed up in their sleep after being so convinced that this is nothing to her but sex? for abigail to close herself off from feelings after her trauma, not realizing how much pain devon's in until he coughs up wild roses in front of her?

anguish

[dichromaticdyke]

In a perfect world and if money was no concern, what would be the perfect first date that Devon would bring Abigail on?

oh what a nice message to get. sorry it means a lot to get an ask like this out of the blue, especially when i’ve been feeling discouraged about them lately. 🥲 (also i just posted their first "date" on ao3 hehe)

devon is petrified of flying, so it wouldn’t be anything that involves travel. though if it’s a first date, flying sure would be insane. but if anyone would do it, u-haul devon would.

anyway, they both love music, so some kind of concert or festival would be ideal. though devon loves death metal the most, they would want her to be happy and not have to think too much about dethklok, so maybe some other genre. maybe jazz, that could be romantic and calm. plus then they could get wine and flowers, it would be really chill. they could talk easily there, talk about the music, each other. and maybe afterwards they go on a whiskey tasting.

frankly (TFOM spoilers) their actual first date isn't too different from this. it doesn't take much to please devon, just good music and a good drink, and devon already likes abigail so much that it's really about doing something simple that they both enjoy and that gives them both the opportunity to talk and spend time together.

this was sweet, thank you for the ask <3

[dichromaticdyke]

wheeeeee devigail 💜🧡

black friday oc special for the soul

[dichromaticdyke]

15- Write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together.  Ouugh for Devigail please <3

warning: sapphics

Abigail slowly raked her fingers down Devon's spine, chuckling a bit at the way it made them shiver. They were laying on her lap, the two of them listening to the demos she had been working on with the newest band she'd started working with. As the final track ended, she tilted their head up to look at her. "What do you think?"

"Hm..." He took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles. "The band sucks. No wonder you took so many late nights."

She smirked, resting her hand on Devon's bicep. "Yeah, do you think it's salvageable at all?"

"You salvaged it. The production is great, it doesn't sound like it was recorded in a basement on a phonograph." They straightened, wrapping their arm around Abigail's shoulders. "Is this really what they're making you do these days?"

She shrugged. "At least I've got someone to get feedback from who doesn't hate my guts."

"Maybe I should tell those suits a thing or two about master production." He handed her the cup of coffee he'd made her so many hours ago, kept in the one plain black mug they had as opposed to their collection of Dethklok skull mugs. They knew it was probably too cold at this point to enjoy, but she smiled as Abigail swallowed it down anyway.

"You're all bark and no bite," she said with a smile.

"Yeah. Maybe." They kissed her cheek. "Wanna hear something actually good?"

Abigail quirked a eyebrow. "Like what?"

Devon roled off the couch and walked over to her collection of mixtapes. She popped one into the stereo, giving Abigail a wink as Britney Spears came on.

Abigail hummed. "Now, this is a nice change of pace..."

"Isn't it?"

"What's this mixtape?"

"Songs I want to go down on you to."

"Ohh..." She pulled Devon to her lips by their neck. "Well, what are you waiting for, then?"

[dichromaticdyke]

this one got away from me. it’s so self-indulgent. finally wrote my guy interacting with dethklok, what a concept.

also thanks to @skwistokgetalongshirt for letting me borrow missy c!!

[dichromaticdyke]

just watched the incredibly true adventure of two girls in love and godddd not only is it so cute and fun but it's so high school au devigail it hurts

[dichromaticdyke]

Kloktober Day 20 - Original character or self-insert

Abigail gets to know her regular bartender.

she’s not a self-insert, she’s nothing like me—she doesn’t have heterochromia.

anyway, at first this was just gna be shameless mtl lesbian smut but then i figured most ppl wouldn’t want to read about an oc they’ve never heard of fucking abigail. so i made it two chapters—first chapter is totally tame, just serves to have them meet, second chapter isn’t necessary to read at all it’s just sexy times. it’s oc/self insert day i’m gonna be as cringe as i want.

and under the cut i put some more character details and a shipping chart, if you’re interested. <3

Devon Amalgamedle

any/all pronouns, no preference

white, short red hair shaved at the sides, brown eyes; fairly muscled frame, has gotten top surgery

black and red floral sleeve tattoos on both arms; facebones tattoo, not visible unless they WANT you to see it

eyebrow piercing on left eyebrow, snakebite piercings (studs), several ear piercings, tongue piercing

black t-shirt tucked into dark jeans, belt, chain wallet, black boots—wears a battle vest at shows that is so covered in patches that he just safety pins on so that he can remove them or mix them up when he feels like

bartender at the Mastodon

metalhead, closet dethklok superfan—at one point considered becoming a klokateer but never followed through, though she does show up during the climax of aotd (has a horizontal scar on their left cheek from that)

music autism but can’t play a single instrument or sing to save their life

tries hard enough to be cool and casual that they pass as exactly that, until meeting someone from the industry (happens a LOT at the Mastodon, still hasn’t gotten used to it)

has served dethklok multiple times—would pretend he doesn’t know/care who they are while working, but then would run in the back and scream after they left

eavesdrops on conversations between musical professionals, sometimes sends anonymous tips to gossip magazines/the Dethklok Minute—was the one to tell the press Pickles doesn’t drink as much as he lets on, for example

eventually develops a serious case of “don’t meet your idols” syndrome with dethklok in particular. will absolutely still listen to all their music and go to all their shows and buy all their merch still though.

the below shipping meme goes into their character a bit more, including ideas of how their relationship with abigail might go. we obviously know very little about abigail, and i am . NOT shy about taking some creative liberties with her (my day 5 fic lmfao—which is canon in this universe btw). that extends to this. i also used the same picrew maker to make an abigail in casual clothes and so that they match <3

i feel like their relationship is probably pretty boring compared to others' oc relationships (i love all the deranged shit y'all write w ur ocs btw <3 <3 <3), but i kinda did that intentionally, to an extent. they don't get together until during aotd, so i really just want abigail to have a good easy time after everything she's been through. i could also definitely be down to writing some devon stuff that would happen during canon or just interactions between them and dethklok in general.

aahhhh it's all just the idea of, if people are interested in this character, i'll make more stuff. i'm very happy to, but i also know they might not be interesting to people, and as true as it is that i write for myself before anyone else, it's hard to want to write stuff that i know people don't care about. so 🤷🏻 que será, será.

[dichromaticdyke]

14 FOR DEVIGAIL PLS!!!!

14- Write about your ship celebrating their anniversary.

WHEEEEE <3 <3

Because Abigail worked a typical 9-5 and Devon worked nights, it was common for their schedules to rarely sync up. Abigail had known she wouldn't see Devon the morning of their anniversary, but she supposed she hadn't prepared herself for the way it would hurt to wake up in an empty bed. There were massive red roses on the bedside table and a small gift bag as well. She picked it up, tempted to open the gift so she'd at least have something to help think of Devon while they were separated for most of the day, but she decided against it. It would probably hurt too much to open a special gift without seeing the look on Devon's face.

She let out a sigh. She had two important meetings today with the bands she was working with and a deadline she had to meet for one of their albums. She almost never took PTO, let alone sick days, especially when things were this hectic.

But some things were more important.

--

When Devon arrived back home at around seven in the morning, she knew Abigail would probably be long gone on her way to Crystal Mountain Records. That was fine, they needed to sleep anyway. So they were shocked to see Abigail in their kitchen with pancakes and strawberries on the table. "Abigail?" they said. "I thought you had work today."

"I do." She scooped a pancake off the griddle and onto the massive stack on the table. She gave Devon a small, knowing smile.

Devon grinned. "Babe, you didn't have to do all this."

"Yes I did. I know you're probably hungry and tired, so I'll make this quick." She handed Devon her own small wrapped box. "I don't know if it's to your taste..."

"If you got it for me, I'll love it." Devon unwrapped the box and opened it up, letting out a small gasp at what was inside: a teal stone, almost exactly like the one Abigail wore around her neck, tied on a leather cord. "Abi..."

She was blushing too, and for just the fourth or fifth time since Devon has known her, she looked insecure. "It's not much, but--"

"It's perfect." Devon put it around their neck without a second thought. "I love you, Abigail."

She giggled, tracing the necklace with her fingers. "I love you, too."

Devon sighed. "What about your gift?"

"I'll open it later." Abigail pressed her hand to Devon's chest. "Just seeing you match with me is present enough."

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17 devigail?

17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

fun fact: devon used to be a barista before he was old enough to get a liquor license!

"You're always so good at knowing what I'd like, how to mix it up," Abigail said, leaning on the island of the kitchen. "Can you do that with any drink?"

Devon shrugged. "Probably." It was nine am on a Saturday morning, and they had all the time in the world. "Get comfortable, darling."

Abigail did as she was told, sitting down on the nearest barstool. She rested her chin in her hand, watching as Devon started grinding coffee beans and turning on the kettle. She knew her way around a standard coffee maker, but she hadn't touched it since the two had moved in together. Devon always typically made her a French pressed cup of coffee with a splash of French vanilla creamer, but now she was entranced with watching Devon play with tools she didn't even recognize.

For starters, she watched as Devon filled the espresso maker and pull two shots. They grabbed a few ingredients out of the fridge too, but when she strained herself to try to see what they were, he hid them from view. She chuckled softly, deciding to let them work.

She smelled hazelnut and chocolate, and she heard Devon wince and curse at the milk steamer. "You alright?"

"Fuck-- Fine!" They gave her a thumbs up, but she could see that their hand was bright red. They turned back around with two mugs, which they passed to her eagerly. "Here ya go."

She looked down at the cup, noticing a heart shaped out of the dark foam on top. She gave it a curious sip, melting a bit at the taste. "Nutella?"

"Yeah, basically." They shrugged. "Cappuccino with chocolate milk and ground hazelnuts. What'd'ya think?"

"It's perfect." She looked at Devon's mug. "You have the same thing?"

"Yep." They clinked their mug against hers. "I'm not the most creative guy out there."

She kissed his cheek. "You knew I wanted chocolate. Even if you're not creative, you know me better than anyone else does."

He shrugged. "I'm just glad you have simple tastes. I wasn't about to try to make you a frappé."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, there's always tomorrow."

[dichromaticdyke]

Number 6 for the OTP prompts! Be self indulgent 💙

6- Write about an intense kiss between your ship.

oooh let's consider this a sneak peek/workshopping of the aotd devigail fic i'm working on <3

The idea of a death metal concert mosh pit was not Abigail's ideal first date. Not that she even disliked concerts or death metal of course--she just hated being knocked around and touched by so many strangers. How Devon could do it so naturally blew her mind.

And, maybe if she wasn't so perpetually angry right now, at the trauma remaining from her abduction, at the rumors she knew were being spread about her and Nathan, she probably wouldn't have gotten in the pit. But she needed to release some anger, somehow, and so she joined in.

She tried to at least stay somewhere near Devon, unsure exactly of what she was doing in this sweaty mass of limbs and energy. She could barely manage to keep her eyes open, let alone focused, but she did catch sight of them. Their eyes widened upon seeing her, and a grin crossed their face. They grabbed onto her wrist, pulling her closer. "You alright?" they yelled, only barely audible over the music. She realized now that they had a cut on their eyebrow, and their left eye seemed to be swelling shut a bit.

She nodded. "I think so." Her heart hammered in her chest. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the show, maybe it was the way Devon looked at her--the way they looked so happy despite the physical toll this was taking on them--or maybe it was just the overpriced hard seltzer she'd reluctantly choked down earlier, but she grabbed onto Devon's neck, pulling him down into a kiss, electrified by the taste of blood and sweat, the sound of metal.

He grunted against her, grabbing at her waist. "Hey, what's that for?"

She shook her head. "I don't know." She kissed them again, harder, more desperate. "This band really sucks."

They barked out a laugh. "Yeah. They do."