#devyn

[pralinesims]

POV: you called him "cute"

[channydraws]

I just wanted an excuse to draw Mr Jingles in a dress...

[nnicknnelsonn]

kit’s never this nice to me

source: (X) devyn on youtube

[popinade]

Julian & Devyn DUMP✏️

[the-timeless-founder]

Promise Me

Chapter 2 of 5

let's gooo, part 2 is here... good God this one was a RIDE... @secretarykang as usual, let me know if there is any inaccuracies, I'll fix them immediately and I hope you all enjoy <3

All he sees is the pouring rain and the blazing lightning. He hears no thunder - the ringing in his ears has been loud and constant for a while now. Distantly, he recalls that he needs to push himself back up - try and call for his loyal dragon, and flee from the wrath of nature.

Yet still, his body refuses to move. It's as though each finger is as heavy as a boulder of dark stone, and suddenly, fatigue is all too present in his bones. The gash across his chest should hurt - is it the cold rain soothing his aches, or has he lost sense due to blood loss?

Time seems to have stopped. Or is it moving too fast? He can't tell. This is bad, that much is clear, he's losing blood still, and his vision is dimming ever so slightly. Is the battle still raging on? If so, why hasn't anyone come to finish him, or take him away? Did they presume he died from a simple mace strike and a fall off his dragon? The mere thought makes his blood boil.

Or it would, if he could keep his consciousness afloat for much longer. Somewhere between life and death, he can only comfort himself with one thought. That his father will come to his aid. He always appears when he needs him most. He won't fail him this time.

His vision goes black.

"Sae," Devyn calls, and he turns his face to her expecting gaze. Eyes puffy and red from the tears slipping, she can see his own grief - his own tears threatening to spill any moment now - and then speaks, "never once have you broken a promise you made to me. Now I ask of you to promise me again..."

He closes his eyes, and leans his head forward, so their foreheads touch. "Promise me that he will be back to us. I need you to promise me. Promise me you'll bring him back safely."

"I will do whatever is within my power to bring our son back, head and hearty. I promise you, dearest Devyn. But I must go now - we need act with haste."

"Yes. Of course. Take care, my love, and- and please come back soon." Devyn squeezes him in her hold one last time, before letting go. "I shall stay back and keep Silas and Aurora from doing anything reckless."

"Thank you, dearest. You always do right by us."

"Do not dally any longer, my love," Devyn looks to the storms in the East, "I can hear him... I can hear him call. He can not leave me. He can not leave us this way."

Saeclus has run dry on words to speak as he mounts Nocto, taking flight as soon as his hands connect with the feathers on his neck. He's sure Nocto can feel his urgency through their bond. And not just that. He can feel his anger, his regret, and most of all his fear.

A fear he has not felt in millennia. A fear so primal and heart-wrenching and painful, he can barely stand the reason he must feel it. The fear of losing a loved one. A child. His child. Their child.

His mind races back to Devyn - who had rushed into their chambers with an unbecoming hurry to her step - eyes wide in fright and worry and uncertainty. She had told him through choked sobs that Dante's squadron has been attacked, that they have sent their fastest eagles and ravens calling for aid, and how Dante is too stubborn to allow for eagles to be sent calling for aid.

She had insisted on coming at first, and it seemed impossible to hold her back until Silas and Aurora came to the main hall, demanding to be allowed leave as well. To search for Dante, to take their brother back home, and to unleash hellish fury on those who'd dared to try and take him from them.

It had taken all of Saeclus and Devyn's authority as their parents to keep them from doing anything reckless, and they agreed that should the both of them leave, then it was likely the siblings would follow closely behind. And a warzone is no playground.

Saeclus should know. He has been on countless. He has created and decimated countless.

Is this penance? If so, then the elder demons are crueler than God.

His thoughts come to a stop at the sight of a raging battle - blood splattering and metal clanking can be heard from all the way up in the air. He can not see Dante. Even as Nocto screams and dives down, hurling lightning from his wings at the Vibora outlanders, sending them ablaze or screeching from the pain - he can not see Dante among the fighting men.

His spear is in his hand before he realizes he's summoned it, and he jumps from Nocto's back onto the charging Vibora, sending five of their heads tumbling just from one swing. And causing the rest to recoil or freeze - they had not anticipated reinforcements. And they had certainly not anticipated him.

He has no time for this. He must end the battle this instant and begin searching for Dante. And presently, despite all of his self-discipline and so-called mercy, he could not care less for any of those standing in his way.

They will burn.

And they do, as a flip of his hand bursts the ground open, sending the company leading the aggression into the burning, blazing fires at the heart of the Earth. Screaming profanities and curses at him, the men are consumed by ruthless fire as the ground closes back up.

Saeclus speeds forward in a one-man charge - his eyes glow bright gold in such a terrible, powerful gaze that frightens the rest of them into a hurried flee. Even as he calls lightning down from the storm, directed at their backs, the Vibora run for their lives. They have caught a glimpse of the fury of the Timeless - and that single instance will haunt them into sleepless nights.

The Vampires who had been pushed back now push forward, out for the blood of snakes, but Saeclus could not care less for that. Or for them. Or for battles and victories and the other wounded. He has seen his son.

He comes to a halt at his side, shouting his name in a desperate cry. "Dante!" His arms come to the back of the younger man's shoulders and beneath his knees, carefully lifting him into his embrace. The wound on his chest is no laughing matter. Nor are the broken ribs and calves. Did he fall from his dragon? That is a plausible answer, yet Dante is the most skilled rider in their family—

No. This is no time for such thoughts. Life still dwells in his veins, that much Saeclus' magic can tell him, and that is all that matters. He shall heal and bandage him at the nearby camps, and then mount Nocto with him towards the mansion, so he can receive better care and medicine than he will on the front lines.

Rushing for the nearest medical camp in the storm, he misses the way Dante's eyes twitch open to see him for a moment, and fall closed again.

[ladylike-foxes]

@infamous-if 's game has been living rent-free in my head for months now, and I've been agonizing over all these drawings before giving up halfway through each, so I decided it's gonna be one giant doodle dump, so at least I can maybe draw something new instead of going back to these over and over....

I do highly recommend the game, though. It's super fun and angsty and is the closest a tune-deaf introvert like me can bear to actual fame and being the lead singer of a band 😅😅😅

[gravefl0wers]

THEN PERISH!!!!!

[indeeperwater]

☄ — Some people say that Devilyna Campbell  could be Alycia Debnam-Carey ’s doppelganger, but is really a 32 year old First Mate on Dragon’s Plunder. They mainly identify as a Pansexual Female, and described to be Clever, Ambitious, Distant, & Mischievous .

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■ . B A S I C S . ■

☑    Full Name ➢ Devilyna "Devyn" Ali Campbell ☑    Age ➢ 32 ☑    Occupation ➢ First Mate, Trainer & Recruiter for Dragon's Plunder ☑    Residency ➢ Crescent Moon Island ☑    Species ➢ Human ☑    Powers/Abilities ➢ 5th Dan of Martial Arts, mixology, weaponist, runner/hiker, artist

■ . B A C K G R O U N D . ■

[TW: physical & emotional abuse]

Perth, Australia is a city on the water. It’s the best way Devilyna could explain her hometown. The place she grew up in was stunning, breathtaking, and oddly enough…inspirational. The home she grew up in, not so much. Devyn and her older brother were raised by a neglectful mother and a drunk - physically, and emotionally abusive father. It’s why the young girl was grateful for her older brother - he wasn’t just her sibling, but her best friend, her only father figure, and what feels like her sanity. Because of who the Campbells are – the abuse of her parents was never reported. You see, her mother was the most respected lawyer and her father was a business owner. So, yes, she grew up under money but she’d choose to be poor and have a loving family rather than a rich, neglectful one. As her father would use both her brother and her as a punching bag, Devyn grew up in a boxing gym taking her anger and frustration out on a real punching bag or her opponents. At least then she’d have something to blame her bruises and cuts on so, no one can ask the truth of why she would show up with a black eye, bruises, and cuts scattered on her body. Though everything changed when her brother left when he turned 18, (older brother is at least 2 years apart), she was only 16 years old and her brother leaving the family the second he could, turned her father into the worst evil than he already was. What used to be an out-of-the-blue beating from her father, turned into a daily one. People started to notice that Devyn’s marks on her face and body didn’t match up to the matches she would do – questions were asked and they were answers she couldn’t give. One of Devyn’s best friends told her to stay with them and their family, till they graduated and she turned 18 so she could leave her parents for good. Though staying with her friend wasn’t far enough away from her parents when she started telling not just her friend, but her boxing coach…the police. With the help of her friend and their parents - Devyn was able to steal some money and valuables from her parents to buy a ticket for the Ferry from Perth, Australia to Bandung, Indonesia.

At the age of 16, Devyn ran away from Australia to Indonesia. Yes, she was petrified. She didn’t know what she was doing nor where to go…though she knew if she chose life, this was the only way she’d be able to stay that way. Her parents would be able to talk and buy their way out of any kind of charges, let alone any time. This…this was the safest way to get away from them. Though it meant losing all contact with her friends back home - there was one person she wanted to reach out to. Her brother. She just prayed that he still had the same phone number. However, with no answers with the dozens of times, she tried to call - she gave up. It was time to stop playing the poor child card and work hard. After all, this is in a way her second chance, right? It wasn’t easy, but with the money and valuables she took from her parents, she was able to rent a low-quality apartment and start a job as a waitress. Damn…was this truly her life now?

A couple of years later, Devyn was still working at the diner, and one day she served a familiar face - one she accepted in never seeing again; her dear older brother. Another was sitting with him who wasn’t familiar to her but she didn’t care, she was just overjoyed to see him again, and much like she knew he would - he was there to rescue her. Well, him and the other person. After two years, her brother became a pirate - a shipmate under the rule of famous, fearsome pirates… – The Darraghs. Though it was a life she wasn’t sure about, it was one far away from this place and one with her brother once more. So, without hesitation, she agreed to be what they called a cabin girl on board the ship her brother was on. Over the years, showing her worth to the captain of the ship - she was then promoted to become a Boatswain at the age of 23, then a gunner at the age of 25. Her promotions and the work she did weren’t just noticed by her Captain and First Mate, but it was also recognized by the captain of Dragon’s Plunder. When she turned 26 years old she was asked to be Dragon’s Plunder First Mate. Feeling honored she didn’t hesitate to accept the offer. Now she sails as a First Mate and she can’t help but be amazed at the path her life took to lead her to what she is now. Things she would never change if she ever got the chance.

■ . I M P O R T A N T . C O N N E C T I O N S. ■

♢ Calvin Campbell ⇥ Devyn and her older brother have been close since day one. Mainly because their parents would take all frustrations out of them, but also because he had raised her since she was born. He wasn't just her brother, he was her first father figure and best friend. Apart from living like royalty in Australia due to their parents' wealth - the Campbells were a miserable family and the only thing that pulled Devyn through all of the shit is her brother & best friend. So, when it came to the day when he turned 18 years and he left her. Devyn held some hostility towards him. Not just because he left her to deal with their parents but because after he left, their parents blamed Devyn for his leaving and took it out on her. The beatings became worse and worse. Till it came to the day when Devyn's friend's family figured it out by the bruises and scars on Devyn's body that she couldn't hide as well anymore. When she ran away to Bandung, Indonesia it took her brother a couple of years to find her and come see her. She was a waitress at a local diner and it was becoming her norm, until of course - she saw her brother and another man sitting at the table. They offered her a life of piracy and needless to say she didn't hesitate to take them up on the offer. Saying goodbye to being a normal citizen - she boarded the Serpent Silver ship with her brother and the captain who offered her the position of cabin girl. Over the years she grew up the ladder, eventually leaving the ship her brother was on and joining Dragon's Plunder as the First Mate. The Cambell siblings are still close. But not as close as they used to be.  ♢ Roman Darragh ⇥ Devyn joined the Darragh fleet as a Cabin Girl, to which she didn't mind all of the dirty, unwanted work that came with it only because it gave Devyn the chance to break away from her old life, one both she and her brother would love to soon forget! So, again, she was fine with all the dirty jobs that came with joining piracy as a Cabin Girl. As a few years passed, Devyn proved herself to be a valuable member of the Darragh fleet. She was quickly promoted from Cabin to Gunner and her abilities were noticed by one certain captain of Dragon's Plunder. The captain had asked Devilyna to be their first mate aboard Dragon's Plunder. She would be a fool to decline his offer. So, without hesitation, she boarded the ship as the first mate and she never once regretted her decision in doing so. Now, she can truly call the crew her family and he has shortly become like a father figure to her, a best friend she has high respect for, and will do anything for him and anything he asks of her. Though that still wasn't to say there weren't times she would question a few of his rash decisions and call him out on his bullshit.  ♢ Gabor Erdös ⇥ Devyn is the First Mate of Dragon's Plunder and Gabe's trainer after his accident. The two never saw eye to eye when Gabe still served on the Plunder as the gunner, but after the mission and Gabe's injury, Devyn developed a new heart towards Gabe. He knew if it wasn't for Devyn, he wouldn't be doing his daily beach jogs and now training in jiu-jitsu alongside his former co-crew member. Every once in a while, their training moved to the bedroom for relief from the build-up they both seemed to have at the end of the day. However, it wasn't ever serious - just really good training and fun.

■ . A . L I T T L E . E X T R A. ■

☑    Favorite...  ➢         🖛 Color: Green, Blue & Black        🖛 Quote: “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity..” ―  Edgar Allan Poe        🖛 Book: Pet Sematary by Stephen King        🖛 Fast Foods: Chipotle & Del Taco        🖛 Food: Greek salad, tacos, anything Mexican & Italian        🖛 Snacks: Veggie & Fruit platters & gummies        🖛 Drinks: Whiskey & water        🖛 Movies: Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Birdcage, Peter Pan, A Series of Unfortunate Events        🖛 TV Shows: Vikings, Schitt's Creek, How I Meet Your Mother, Avatar: Last Airbender        🖛 Vacation Spot: Greece, Scotland, Finland, Italy        🖛 Animals: Wolves, eagles, orcas & sharks ☑    Love Life ➢        🖛 Relationship Status: Single        🖛 Sexuality: Pansexual        🖛 Past Relationships: Unmemorable one night stands & Gabor Erdös [Friends with Benefits] ☑    Physique ➢        🖛 Height: 5'5"        🖛 Weight: 128 lbs        🖛 Body Build: Athletic        🖛 Hair Color: Brown / Blonde        🖛 Eye Color: Blueish Green

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8 - 18 Mackenzie Foy

28 - 38 Alycia Debnam-Carey

48 - Death Vera Farmiga

[summercreolefanfictioner]

Does gikbert love devyn and Beatrix since they both look similar to each other?

short answer: no

gilbert's feelings for beatrix is similar to a boy having a major crush on the most beautiful girl he has ever met. and this is one of the main reasons he's great buddies with devyn (even went after karl after they discovered he impregnated and married beatrix)

as for devyn, it was an attraction that naturally occurred in an alternate universe. in the original lore, gilbert did not marry or fall in love again after giselle (aka his mortal wife) died. but in another au, he pursued his feelings for devyn after many years since giselle's death and they both had their bittersweet ending.

a/n: I actually don't think devyn and beatrix look alike tho huhu

[drechastory]

Happy belated birthday! Me and my OC Julie made you a cake!

🎂

Thanks, cake was great..

While it lasted..

LUCIAN NO!

BTW for those that don’t know. It was my first comic from my DeviantArt account. The angel is Lucian, the devil is Kier and Devyn is the human girl

[pralinesims]

The idiot squad + tumblr text posts

[stop-right-there-criminal-scum]

Did anyone else play Immortals of Aveum? I thought it was pretty neat

[naileadevoras]

my bf thinking ima use my brain when im with him is funny like sorry bae shes turned off for the night

[nnicknnelsonn]

kit on his and joe’s careers

once again YouTuber @devyn bringing all the good things (X)

[popinade]

sometimes you find a kid on the street and end up brothering like you’ve never brothered before

[the-timeless-founder]

Our Darling Boy

Chapter 3 of 5

the rest of this series is going to make me quite emotional so I don't think I can proofread them, please forgive any grammatical mistakes and the sort, I did my best portraying Devyn but @secretarykang has all rights to her, as always and again, I hope you enjoy <3

Saeclus' return with Dante's bandaged and half beaten body is less than a merry occasion. As always, Devyn had the good sense to have the capital's finest doctor at the ready for their arrival, with a room prepared just for them to take care of whatever injury he may have suffered.

Saeclus' magic had taken the worst of his injuries to a moderately better place by the time he made his way to the room with their son in his arms, but it was still a heart breaking scene for the family. And for the King - the capital's finest - who'd come at Devyn's behest to see to Dante's injuries.

None had ever seen Dante in such bad shape. Not after his squabbles with his brother, not after his sparrings with their grandfather, and not after his many fights with the third and sixth princes of the kingdom.

Silas and Aurora's shock and grief paled in comparison to the sheer agony in Devyn's eyes as she watched her husband lay their youngest onto the bed, Karl Heinz getting to work as soon as Saeclus gave him room to access Dante.

Tears streamed down Devyn's face, as they did Aurora and Silas', and they would down Saeclus' too, if he hadn't cried his heart out upon Nocto's back while shielding Dante from the cold.

He had spoken to his son too, though he didn't know if he could hear him. He had pleaded with him to not leave them. He had apologized for not going with him. He had regretted not trying harder to persuade him to stay. He had begged for him to fight for his life as fiercely as he fought for pride and honor.

Saeclus had exhausted his tears and his voice, and now he could only keep on channeling his magic to his son's wounds through one hand, to heal and revitalize him. And wait. And how agonizing it is to wait. Karl Heinz is focused on redoing the clumsy bandages, and adding any necessary medicine to the young man's wounds.

"Devyn..." Saeclus kneels by her side of the bed, and places his free hand upon her back, rubbing a soothing pattern. "Dearest, please..."

"This is our boy, my love. Our little boy..." Devyn's tears have not stopped, her voice hoarse from the cries and the grief. "How can I not cry? Why should I not weep?"

She turns to him, and buries her face into his neck as he holds her in his embrace. "I told him - I tried so hard to keep him from going. And look what's happened. Now all we can do is pray to whatever God that may be out there to spare us an impending tragedy..."

No other words would come from his mouth. How could they? She is right. This is their boy, their little spark and thunder, painted red with blood and burning with a fever that refuses to let up.

"There is no need for prayers, dear Devyn," Karl Heinz's voice causes Saeclus to force his eyes open to observe the King, "I will ensure that Dante sees the light of the next full moon."

Devyn's head turns in Saeclus' embrace to look at Karl Heinz. What expression does she make at him, Saeclus wonders... Is it an adoring gaze, one filled with hope, or is she furious at him for even presenting this opportunity in the first place? He dares not look down and see for himself.

His eyes have fallen to Dante's face, twisted in pain - from his wounds, the medicine, the magic, the burning fever. Saeclus curses himself once more for not leaving to observe his troops in secret, for letting the battle run its course and arriving at the last second to his son in such a state.

Aurora's voice rings clear across the otherwise silent room. "I wish to help, uncle Karl. I know how. You taught me yourself." And in an instant, she is by her parents' side, taking a new roll of bandages and carefully wrapping them around his calves - the bones have healed thanks to Saeclus' magic and Dante's own healing, but the nasty bruises have not.

Silas goes to Aurora's side quickly, and whispers something in her ear. The girl nods, and then speaks. "Alright, brother. Fill it with water and cool it. Bring a fresh towel with you."

Silas leaves her side at that, immediately going for the large basin with water from the bathroom. In minutes, he is back with a filled basin, chanting under his breath. Saeclus recognizes the spell as one that summons chill. Cold steam rises from the basin as Silas puts it on Dante's nightstand.

Before he can dip the towel into the water though, a woman's hand reaches for his wrist, garbbing it softly. Silas' gaze meets his mother's, as Devyn softly takes the towel from his hand. "I'll do that, my son."

She dips the cloth into the cold water, wretches it so it is only damp and not wet, and then folds it neatly, placing it on Dante's forehead. A satisfied groan leaves his throat at that - and at the feeling of his mother's touch, soothing and gentle as ever.

Karl Heinz finishes his work on the torso and one leg just as Aurora finishes her task, and he smiles at Aurora in acknowledgement. "I see you have learned very well."

"I had a great teacher." Aurora mumbles. She tries to, but can not force a smile today. Her face seems to ache if she so much as attempts to do so. Her eyes trail to her twin's face, watching as he seems to have calmed.

"His fever will cease within the hour. The medicine I have given him is potent."

"I thank you, my liege," Devyn caresses her son's face softly, hoping her touch would keep him grounded, and show his spirit that he is safe and among his kin, "it must not have been easy for you to make it on such short notice."

"Nonsense, Lady Kang," Karl Heinz rises to his feet, an amicable smile on his face - as it ever is with Devyn, oh dearest Devyn, who remains close to him despite all that has transpired between them, "I am ever happy to assist you and your family's affairs."

Devyn does not reply to him. Saeclus wonders quietly if she is simply too preoccupied with Dante to bother, or if the two of them have no need for more words between them. He wonders why he cares so much, after all these years and all the tribulations that he and Devyn have overcome side by side.

It is foolish to be anything but grateful to Karl Heinz right now.

Or is it?

A colder, crueler thought passes through his mind as the Vampire King exits the room for a change of clothing - would any of this have happened to begin with, if he had not stoked the fires of jealousy between their two sons? Would any of his help be needed if he had not presented Dante an offer only a fool would refuse?

No, he concludes, none of this would have happened if it weren't for his existence.

Outside, gone to fetch some clothes for his brother to replace his bloodied and torn ones, Silas' thoughts are no less cruel to the Vampire King. And meeting him in the grand mansion hall on his way to his brother's chambers only serve to further foul his mood and mind.

"Silas."

Silas' lips almost twist themselves into a frown, and bile raises to his throat as he forces his tone to remain neutral. Be your parents' good boy, be the pride of Houses Sanguine and Kang, do not let your emotions cloud your better judgement...

"Your Majesty."