#devon (ilitw)

[abelflints]

So, Power ending, huh?

[still-a-morosexual-help]

It lives book 3 MC's main priority may be finding out answers about what's going on with themself but their Second priority is finding out whether noah and book 1 MC are fucking or if they're just incredibly weird about each other

Book 3 MC every few chapters: so are those two dating or are they just platonically obsessed? Is this a monsterfucker situation or is being willing to get stuck in a parallel void dimesion for eternity on the slim-to-none chance of being able to resurrect the other (who died for them) just a normal thing they do?

[niaerinisms]

Not but actually it is soooo important to me that turning the other human again does not change the amount of problems Noah and Devon have between them, like it fixes some but also just adds a bunch more in its place. Talking about Devon being the one to become Redfield here, because I think it makes more sense and is the more interesting scenario, but yeah, I do think Noah should feel a whole fucking lot if resentment towards Devon for sacrificing themselves. He kept it buried because he feels guilty for feeling so, but then Devon is back and Noah is faced with confronting them as a person, rather than the symbol he had turned them into (Jane parallels), and also his messy feelings resurface. He tries to keep a lid on it for a while but it becomes more and more apparent to him and he and Devon end up trying to kill each other with hammers

[oldchoicesbooksupremacy]

I'm-I'm--I'm not a crook

[bluezeri]

rambling about connor and noah to my friend who doesnt even know whta im talking about so i figured i should post it here

plus ao3 link if anyone wants to read it on there

anyway heres the actual rambling below the cut

Thinking about the things Horror!Connor said to Noah before anyone knew he was a horror. Thinking about how over the past year Noah had well and truly come to believe that this was the only person to see the good in him other than Devon (who was currently a ghost and the person he "murdered" so he doesn't really count). thinking about how even though he got his boyfriend killed, Connor had come to love him anyway. He really, really came to believe over many months of convincing that Connor loved him 

and then,,,, they revived Devon, and everything was fine for about 2 days. And then Devon woke up, and connor was acting weird, and then everything Connor had previously tried to convince him of came crashing down when Connor started lashing out at him, telling him he had murdered devon, that it was his fault. he didn't even- he didn't even know what to do, what to think 

he didn't even get time to process it anyway, because 3 hours laters he's staring at connor chained to a chair in the basement, practically frothing at the mouth, skin pale and veiny, and his eyes no longer that grey-blue shade he loved so much, instead a sickly bright cyan that pierced straight through his soul. All he could do was grip Devon's hand tightly, as they both vowed to save Connor

Noah loves Connor, so, so much. he didn't think he could love anyone as much as Devon, but here he was, after realising that connor does actually blame him for Devons death (<- he doesn't, but Noah is unreliable narrator of the year <33) and still doing everything in his power to save him 

Hey, he owed him that much, didn't he?

–

Connor remembers it

his descent into being a horror was weirdly slow, and no one ever really figured out why. but he could remember hearing thoughts that weren't his- violent thoughts, thoughts that scared him

he brushed them off though, they had enough to worry about, and he figured this was just his way of processing his moms death

 by the time he realises, it's too late to stop. he hates it, can't stand the voices invading his mind. he tries to fight it, he really does, but before he knows it, his mouth and throat are working together to curse Noah out against his will, telling noah the opposite of what he's been trying to convince Noah of for months, undoing all love he's tried to give to noah, that he's only just recently managed to convince he was deserving of

he wants to cry, except he can't, as the power takes over. and like before, he can only watch as he threatens not only his friends, but the two people he loves most in the world

 and then things get hazy. And then he's so angry. He's so angry that he finally manages to break the chains binding him. He sees Noah, registering the pure fear on his face, and laughs at it. but Noah was not his priority. He wanted the bastard that killed his mother, and he got him. 

found him, eventually, he's not really sure where, nor does he really care. He ripped his heart out, threw it against whatever wall was nearby (a cave? when did he get in a cave??), and then– 

he could sense them. his sweethearts. the ones he promised an cruel and painful death 

he raised his head, trying to find them with his eyes first. but his vision was hazy too, bathing everything in anger and hate and blood, and then... noah was there 

he didn't really register him at first. didn't register much of anything except kill kill kill- but he recognised that- that voice. 

that voice that spoke so softly, so gently to him, like.... when they cooked together, and noah was trying to teach him how cut vegetables correctly without chopping his own fingers off, or like when they were rewatching some shitty horror movie for the 5 time that week, making fun of the terrible cgi and stupid character 

and then his hands appeared. soft, barely calloused from handling weapons, long, bony fingers. raised in a gesture of peace and surrender. he liked holding them, he remembered. he likes rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles to calm him down, and liked when they linked their pinkies together, with burning ears and cheeks, avoiding each other's gaze and then giggling about it like idiots 

and then... through the haze, he could make out a face. Noah's face. the face that he's woken up to for the past 3 months, kissed even longer than that, and pined for even longer than that. the face that scrunches adorably no matter when he's in. the face that- that he loves and holds and hes doesnt want to hurt

and the noah must see his rage filled expression softening out into confusion despite the darkness of the cave, calls out his name worriedly, and rushes to catch him as rowans powers finally cleanse him 

he doesnt think about the things he's done, he’ll save that crisis for a later date. Instead, he only looks up at Noah with tired, wet eyes. 

"i love you." he barely croaks out, and noah looks back at him, with that scrunched up face, cheeks wet with tears that he desperately wants to reach up and wipe away if it weren't for his current lack of strength, and he responds by cradling Connors face and saying "I love you, too." and then connors eyes fall shut, and slips into unconsciousness

[itlivesingeneral]

It Lives Dream I had.

- *Sees shadow Devon while camping* "That's probably fine."

- *sees bear elk eating a bear* "That's probably not fine."

- Thinks a raccoon is going through my trash and it's Noah, who I mistakenly called Nathan throughout the dream because I am hard of hearing irl. He told me his name was Malcolm. He did not correct me once, I found out because Conner told me.

- Noah: You're taking the existence of the Power a lot better than most people.

Me: my only other option is lovecraftian madness and my insurance won't cover that.

- Devon became deeply interested in my dog and kept stealing food from local supermarkets to feed her.

- Me walking into the siren cave.

Rowan: She's really brave!

Noah: she needs to get fucking- YOU NEED TO GET FUCKING HEARING AIDS RON!

- Me macgyvering a flamethrower while fighting Adrian,talking to Rowan: I think he isn't immune to fire. In fact, many living things are not immune to fire.

- *Conner brutally calling me out*

Me: Bold words from a man being used as a marionette by zhuul.

- Matthias wanted to be friends and I wanted him to Please Go Away.

[shouts-into-the-void]

Me: *decides to download Choices and finally finish ILITW because I'm bored*

Also Me: *gets incredibly invested in the romantic tension between the MC and the only character in the game who is not a possible love interest*

[professor-abeloved]

kiss meme with danmc and the prompts "at the other's place" and "relief" owo

Lego House [Dan x Gender Neutral MC]

Summary:

A sudden storm forces you to seek shelter in Dan's apartment -- not that you mind being surrounded by your boyfriend's keepsakes or being wrapped up in his arms.

"And here we are."

Your ears strain to hear Dan's voice under the din of the rain pattering agaunst the roof. Pink paints his pale cheeks when you get in close, and his voice - usually metered in calm, steady tones - trembles the slightest bit. "U-um... let me just get this open."

Shaky hands dive in the pockets of his soaked hoodie. (It's another new one: a cozy, dark gray pull up with a pocket on the front. You and your friends may have solved the mystery of what lurks inside Westchester woods, but the real enigma remains to be how Dan's hoodies keep vanishing, only to magically appear in your closet.)

Dan finally fishes the key out and turns the lock.

Read the rest on Ao3 because this ended up being longer than I expected!

[rjschoicesstuff]

Character Emoji Game!

Thank u for tagging me @peonyblossom this is so fun hehe

if tagged, reblog or make a post with your MCs top 5 emojis

Tagging: @loreofyore @rosesnink @storyofmychoices @aria-ashryver

Ripley (ID): 😋😈🙄😏🐺

David (ID): 😳🤷‍♂️😁🤦‍♂️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Billie (QB): 😘😒😈🖕🪤

Cameron (COP): 👍

Jasper (Bitten): 😉📸😍😅🍀

Mollie (AME): 🥰🤗🤭🌸💕👂(th ear is her gossip emoji)

Devon (ILITW): 😬😒🤐💀🥁

Ollie (Platinum): 🖤🤘🫶🎸😍

Thistle (Kindred): 🤗🥰🔮⏳️🌻

Kai (Alpha): 👍👎🖕💪

Mateo (OH): 😆🙂😎💪🩺

Maxim (The Elementalists): 🐸🌼🌞💪👰‍♂️

Quinn (LOA): doesnt use emojis but does do this :) :(

June (BloodBound): 😘🖤🌹🧛‍♀️💅

Jake (HSS): 😆😁😋😣🫡

Bailey (HSS:CA): 😊❤️‍🔥🙈😼😭

Also th ones tht dnt have a phone but If they did:

Rex (Blades): 😁😎😤🫶🐴

Brenin (Blades): 😍🥵🥺😘🤢

Loucita (ACOR): 😏😒😘😈🔪

Luke (WTD): 😎🖤💙💪👍

Eli (TCH): ☺️🌝✨️😚😳

Guinevere: 🥰😊💙🩵🌸

Clarissa (D&D): 😜😤😌😘🌈

[payroo]

Smoochy smoochy~

Devon is pretending to be smooth but actually his heartrate is at like 300BPM while Noah turns into a tomato

(seriously though he's constantly described as blushing in ILITW what a bashful baby)

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I love them😭😭😭

also can't stop thinking about how insanely co-dependent you'll get if you were either a fugitive on the run or a spirit hiding in the woods and your only point of contact (your only friend) for three years was each other

[niaerinisms]

Personally I think Noah should call Devon out for choosing to sacrifice themselves not only because it will cause Devon to go insane (they know he’s right) but also because it is such a little bitch move from Noah

[oldchoicesbooksupremacy]

Forever thinking about MC telling Noah that they will always find eachother.

And they did.

[peonyblossom]

Devon Yasuda

needed another alt outfit for him so i made one. modified @cadybear420's edit of terror fest mc's outfits :)

[choicespride]

Choice Pride 2025 Week 3 Masterlist

Big Sky Country

Kennedy Pride Picrew - m!MC (Kennedy Oakley) - @peonyblossom

Blades of Light and Shadow

He kneels because he wants to. She slays because she can. - Mal Volari x f!human!MC (Daenarya) - mc by @storyofmychoices; art by @whispersleo

Love fully, equally, without shame and without compromise ~Elliot Page - Midys x f!human!MC (Daenarya) - mc by @storyofmychoices; art by @weetlebeetle

💛🤍💜🖤 Nyx Selenastra 🩷💛💙 - nb!OC (Nyx Selenastra) - @storyofmychoices

The Crown and The Flame

Kenna, my queen! 🩷💜💙 - Kenna Rys - @storyofmychoices

High School Story

Evie for cadybear420 🖤💚🩶🤍🩶💚🖤 - MC (Evie Ayana) - mc by @cadybear420; art by @storyofmychoices

Evie got Aiden a new shirt - Aiden Zhou - @cadybear420

Evie starter pack! - MC (Evie Ayana) - @cadybear420

Happy Wedding Day to Aiden and Evie!!!! - MC (Evie Ayana) x Aiden Zhou - @cadybear420

Making Ria with this picrew - OC (Ria Monero) - @lover-also-fighter-also

Hollywood U/Red Carpet Diaries

Meet Star - f!RCD!MC (Star) - @pansexy-choices-the-sequal

Hot Couture

Analise Pride Picrew - f!MC (Analise Moore) - @peonyblossom

Immortal Desires

Reese + Jude Pride Picrews - nb!MC (Reese O'Malley), nb!OC (Jude Junius) - @peonyblossom

It Lives Anthology

Bella, Pearl, + Erin Pride Picrews - f!ILITW!MC (Bella Potter), f!ILB!MC (Pearl Vance), nb!ILW!MC (Erin Klein)

Devon, Bailey, + Benni Pride Picrews - m!ILITW!MC (Devon Yasuda), f!ILB!MC (Bailey Vance), nb!ILW!MC (Benni Locke) - @peonyblossom

Harry, Isaak, + Ollie Pride Picrews - m!ILITW!MC (Harry Spear), m!ILB!MC (Isaak Vance), nb!ILW!MC (Ollie Bridgers) - @peonyblossom

Ivy, Merliah, Eleanor, + Ezra Pride Picrews - f!ILITW!MC (Ivy Lovelace), f!ILB!MC (Merliah Vance), f!ILW!MC (Eleanor Wilkins), m!ILW!OC (Ezra Wilkins) - @peonyblossom

Jesse, River, + Lottie Pride Picrew - m!ILITW!MC (Jesse Harrison), m!ILB!MC (River Vance), nb!ILW!MC (Lottie Hamilton) - @peonyblossom

On Being Alone, Being Lonely, And Dodging Questions Like Neo: Part 1 - m!ILW!MC (Jeremy Chu-Blanco), nb!ILITW!MC (Reina Del Bosque) - @theoriginaltortuga

Raven, Fiona, + Keagan Pride Picrews - f!ILITW!MC (Raven Adams), f!ILB!MC (Fiona Vance), nb!ILW!MC (Keagan Burke) - @peonyblossom

Laws of Attraction

graduation day - f!OC (Agnes Park), f!OC (Jina Davis) - @aces-and-angels

Murder at Homecoming

Jupiter Pride Picrew - nb!MC (Valentine "Jupiter" Stone) - @peonyblossom

Open Heart

Sydney Pride Picrew - m!MC (Sydney Valentine) - @peonyblossom

Queen B

Quinn Pride Picrew - f!MC (Quinn Hughes) - @peonyblossom

[gutsfics]

OH I LOVE THIS

Power hummed in his bones like false electricty.

this description goes so hard omg

was Devon able to get any of the corruption out??? the way the fic just ends worries me, in only the best way. ugh this is so good

Responsibility, Rage, and Recent Resurrection (Part 1)

A/N: this takes place in fic land where there's a bit more wiggle room between the resurrection and the evil ritual. Everyone's alive with Devon as Redfield

Pairing: Connor x ilitw MC (Devon Hernandez)

Wordcount: 1,451

Grief and terror had been a part of Connor since the night Devon died. The feelings came and went, but they never left completely and Connor worried that he would never feel peace again. With Devon alive but unconscious, a massacre set for a few days, and the man who’d killed his mother on the loose; those feelings were more overwhelming than ever. Not to mention the anger that had been festering in his chest since his mom was killed. All of it led back to one simple thing: Westchester wasn’t safe. 

Connor had already packed and thrown his and Devon’s things in his car earlier that day when everyone was busy coddling Vesper. He looked through the living room, searching for anything he might be forgetting. There was a small part of him that felt guilty about leaving without warning, especially since Amalia had just done the same, but there were still five days until the ritual. That would be more than enough time to figure out how to deal without him and Devon. Not like Vesper hadn’t replaced him already. 

Bitterness flared in his chest and he tried to shove it down. He was leaving, so it was for the best. It wasn’t like he was the actual leader anyways, just the guy who owned their monster hunting headquarters, lied to the cops for Noah, convinced Jocelyn not to run off on her own, had a near death experience at least every other month for the sake of this monster hunting bullshit, and everyone was so ungrateful about him throwing his life away and—

Nothing in the living room. 

He crept down the hall to his room where Devon should still be sleeping. Hopefully, Vesper and Noah were too. He could probably lie to Vesper, but their voice would definitely wake up Noah and there was no way he could explain running away with Devon. Nothing Noah would accept anyway. Connor wouldn’t in the reverse. Any good boyfriend wouldn’t. 

Connor grit his teeth and tried to breathe. If he was being honest with himself, he’d noticed Noah’s feelings long before he said them out loud. He’d always looked away or flinched whenever Connor used pet names or did anything remotely romantic. The level of anger he had when Connor even suggested moving on seemed like too much for just a friend. It hadn’t mattered when Devon was dead and it didn’t matter now. Noah had his chance, back in their senior year and Devon chose Connor. Even though he’d had doubts, Connor chose him too. 

Connor entered the room to see Devon shivering underneath the comforter. That had been happening on and off since the resurrection. Ava said it was just his body adjusting, but it still made Connor’s chest ache to see him so frail. They didn’t really have time, but Connor sat on the edge and stroked up and down Devon’s spine. The trembling slowed but didn’t stop. 

Quickly grabbing a quilt from his closet, Connor tucked it around Devon, making sure his much longer hair didn’t get caught in it. He scooped him up bridal style and held him close. Even now, Devon still felt like a ghost. Maybe it would be better when he was awake but Connor wasn’t sure. 

Grieving Devon had changed him, being dead would definitely have changed Devon even more. Connor would be with him through all of it but how much was left of the person he fell in love with?

He walked them out to the car, setting Devon in the passenger seat and closing the door gently, and got in on the driver’s side. He ran through his mental checklist one last time, though it didn’t really matter.

 The cabin stood still and quiet in the moonlight and Connor couldn’t help the uncertainty. Maybe it was the wrong thing, to leave so out of the blue. He could go back inside right now, and no one would ever have to know. But if they stayed and Devon died, or if Connor was killed before they got the chance to be together again, he’d never forgive himself. His crew, the coven, the Pine Springs crew, and Stacy and the rest of her and Devon’s friends would be more than enough to stop Adrian. He and Devon weren’t needed. 

They weren’t. 

Connor started the car.

--

Devon never used to die in his dreams. It had always been the clubhouse, always Redfield, but not always Jane—all his friends had their turns falling and snapping their necks. Devon would scream and plead and watch, horrified, as his friends died. Redfield’s voice would hiss through the dreamscape and Devon would be launched awake. 

What he wouldn’t give to be launched awake.

Shadows curled around them as they writhed on the floor of the cave. The wound in his chest tore wider as it became infested with darkness and sickly blue light. There was battery acid in their veins, a chill as his lungs were weighed down with water, his mind disappearing into a haze of despair and hatred. Sinking lower and lower into the Power. 

“Devon? Sweetheart, wake up.”

A hand on his shoulder and Devon gasped awake. They were in a bed with gray sheets that did not belong to them. Connor sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at them worriedly. What the hell was going on?

The last thing Devon remembered was the clubhouse. His hand shot to his chest, but there was no blood, no pain. 

The last thing he remembered was water. Noah, Connor, Ava, and Jocelyn? But Jocelyn was in the hospital, Connor had texted him about it, but they were at the cabin, Cora’s cabin. She’d bled out in Devon’s arms just hours–days–weeks ago. 

“Sweetheart?” Connor’s voice was soft and low, Devon tried to focus on it. His head was killing him.

“Where are we?” He tried to croak out before breaking into a coughing fit. Connor sat them against the headboard and a bottle of water was brought to their mouth.

“San Francisco, the edge of it, anyway. I was going to drive through, but you woke up in the car.” He smiled. “Thought it’d be best to stop.”

…Those words made sense individually, but in relation to Devon, they might as well have been nonsense. 

His memories were still jumbled. Power hummed in his bones like false electricity. Homecoming night was the clearest thing in his head, though he knew it had been awhile since Noah had loomed over him, Jane’s laughter egging him on–”How long? Since I died.”

Connor looked away. "You just woke up. I can tell you everything later."

Oh, the irony. "Weren't you the one who said I should lie to keep you safe."

He huffed a laugh and seemed to brace himself. “About four years.”

That was...longer than he'd expected. Four years was a long time. That was a college degree. That was a move across the country. Four years was so many things they didn’t get to do. Devon tried to keep their breathing steady. They shouldn’t have asked. 

Connor moved closer and pulled them into his arms. Devon buried their face in Connor’s shoulder. They wanted to cry but tears wouldn’t form. At least that was the same. Connor rocked them back and forth, smoothing back Devon’s too long, too curly hair.

No one had ever held them so gently and with so much care, it made Devon wonder what he’d done to deserve it. Connor had been their first everything, but even though those two weeks felt like only yesterday for them it had been so much longer for Connor. But if there was someone else surely he wouldn’t be there, holding them and calling them ‘sweetheart.’

All the new information and questions left Devon drained and wanting nothing more than to sleep, but there was something else at the back of his mind he needed to know immediately. “Why aren’t we in Westchester?”

Connor froze, his arms tightening minutely around him. “We don’t need to be.” 

Devon shivered at his tone. That was ominous as fuck. They were about to press when they noticed a burning near their chest. A fierce and directed kind of burn with charred edges. It felt like the infestation in their dream, but it wasn’t coming from them. 

He was pressed chest to chest with Connor and he could feel something rotting, sitting behind Connor’s physical self, like dying and writhing weeds in a wound. Devon needed to get rid of it. 

“Okay.” He placed a hand on Connor’s back over the weeds and picked at the edges with his own Power. How had such a deep corruption gotten into Connor? “We can stay.”

Devon pulled at the roots but the weeds didn’t want to let go. They were tangled together, glowing and burning. It almost felt familiar. They tugged harder and—