Devon

She/Her Hello! This my digital junk drawer! I have no clue what I'll be posting but whatever. BUT, I do know I'll be posting poetry because screaming in public is "frowned upon."

[novasxd]

To Harry Potter fans, do not included “anti jkr” as a tag when posting a HP post. You will always be for the bitch unless you get rid of your attachment issues to the poorly written book series. Please, for the love of god, drop those shitty fanfictions and read another series. I understand that it may been your anchor growing up, but you need to move on.

[novasxd]

I despise, and I absolutely despise, those overused “incorrect quotes” spread across the internet

if I have to read another

Character 1: "You look good today, Character 2.” Character 2: "Huh? You didn't even look up." Character 1: "No, but Character 3’s heartbeat did." Character 3: (Blushes)

i will go insane.

how are the people in the comments going feral over this cringey stuff. Saying things like “omgggg they would totally do that!” Girl no Dr. House would not say that bullshit 😭 Like I understand different levels of humor and different fandoms and stuff but if I have to see this one more time i will genuinely cry.

like is being original swept away with the currents of the past or??? Is being commonplace that globally spread like how the English language is stealing everyone’s tongue?

I know I’m complaining about something small bc I can but like please be original at least omg 😭

[novasxd]

I’m genuinely tired of the Harry Potter fandom. It was originally my first fandom as I grew up and I really enjoyed it. Now that I’m older and aware about what that bitch does, I can’t help but find the fandom just cringe. I get those who know how shitty the author is but also had HP as a large part of their childhood (as I did) and finds it difficult to move on. But you cannot try to separate the art that directly funds an asshole just for your pleasure. There are so many books that are better than this slop but no one will move on. Harry Potter is the biggest fandom and it genuinely pisses me off of how you are willing to support a transphobic bitch who is actively paying to kill people for simply who they are.

[novasxd]

11:00pm shenanigans but it’s just me crying over a death that never lived. like wtf you have no right as a fictional character to pierce my heart with such pity with your teeth

[novasxd]

I know I’m not the only one but when I heard “Good Luck, Babe!” and “Take Me to Church,” and “Back to Friends,” for the first time I finally knew what it meant to hold heaven in my hands. To have the golden gates of the divine beings to hold me holy and leave goosebumps down my skin and tilt my head so I can fully see their blood stained face from having to kill for their beloved god. How sharp, warm hands felt on my neck as their voice carried throughout the endless length of the afterlife. And this so called angel of mine who is treating me like a godlike entity may be a devil but oh I just can’t bring myself to pull apart. The melody replaced my bones leaving me limp on my bed which somehow now feels like a cloud as the blood in my veins quickly give away to bliss ecstasy. And when the final beat left my ears this entity of mine kissed my thighs and left me to rot with my thoughts. 

[novasxd]

you could be the best author in the world but if you use an ai generated cover I’ll lose all respect for you. Like what do you mean this fanfiction that you have put the time and effort into writing can’t even have a decent cover. Don’t even add a cover at that point omg.

[novasxd]

Cause holy shit was this fic I was reading so good but they had to ruin it with an ai slop picture. You literally could’ve added details and pictures from Pinterest and formed it into a board like thing but noooo. You just had to be uncreative. Nothing screams lazy than that.

[novasxd]

you could be the best author in the world but if you use an ai generated cover I’ll lose all respect for you. Like what do you mean this fanfiction that you have put the time and effort into writing can’t even have a decent cover. Don’t even add a cover at that point omg.

[novasxd]

When you finish writing a fanfiction that has your blood, sweat, and tears in and read over it just to realize it’s the worst thing man could have ever written so your father’s rage takes over through your veins and you destroy the nearest thing in your grasp but echo of the crash dies instantly and the guilt soon follows after and it dawns on you that you can’t escape what already is etched too deep.

[novasxd]

Death lingers in the doorway.

His face is not of those ancient rumors.

No hollowed, ivory jaw,

no voids staring out from a skull.

He’s beautiful.

Sickeningly so.

Where muscle clings to silver thread,

a fractured smile, 

a stapled jaw,

with eyes that hold the weight of eternity.

He offers a long, slender hand,

folding yours into his grasp. 

His touch is colder than frost,

yet it settles against your skin

as soft as falling snow.

He leans in to murmurs words of comfort into your ear.

His voice sounds like a thousand whispered secrets, 

a million overlapping voices, 

all coalescing into a single, 

rapid fire stream of consciousness.

“Rest now, my child.” He whispers. “You have done well.”

And as you hesitate,

Your gaze lingers across your corpse.

It doesn’t stare back.

You finally embrace the end.

-Devon-

[novasxd]

Where the Tide Meets the Heavens

The relentless, crashing pull of the tide,

an ocean that refuses to be quieted.

It thunders deep against the shore,

a reminder of all that I could be.

And above that salty spray, the atmosphere fills

With that beautiful, breathless shade of blue.

Letting the bluebirds soar from branch to branch 

As it lets us cast our prayers to the open heavens

-Devon-

June 6, 2026

[novasxd]

why is my only healthy way of coping is sitting on my bathroom counter reading gay fanfiction on AO3 as I consume cinnamon flavored mouthwash

[novasxd]

Anhedonia

Weariness clings like a second skin,

a quiet script etched deep into the soul.

Isolation whispers until the heart forgets 

what it used to beg for.

The lungs still draw breath,

but the chest is just an empty room.

A hollow space behind the ribs,

where the pulse used to ache.

-Devon

May 24, 2026

[novasxd]

In this graveyard,

amidst the silence,

the dead is the only thing that doesn't demand anything from me.

The living require a performance,

a constant, breathless proof of life.

But here, beneath the etched stone

another memory of the past lingers,

and I am allowed to be still.

-Devon

May 21, 2026

[novasxd]

Military Men

Men who had seen

    their brothers torn apart,

        would simply... exit.

Their bodies remained,

    but their consciousness had fled

        to a place where the screams

            couldn't reach them.

 Drafting the air out of the room

        until the lungs forgot their purpose

            They became vessels of nothing,

                because nothing

                   cannot be broken again.

It was the behavior of a soldier

    who had been wounded so many times

        he had forgotten where the scars began

            and the skin ended.

Devon, Novasxd

April 26, 2026