#devin tbt.

[lovhrts]

   *   @interluds​  liked  for  a  starter  .

   “   fuck  ,  what  are  you  doing  to  me  ...   ”

[asprastra]

now that i’ve explained what tf he’s all about, like for a starter from my boy devin!!

[asprastra]

—* INTRODUCING DEVIN ORWELL.

age: 20

gender: amab demiboy ( he/him or they/them )

orientation: gay

origin: point pleasant, west virginia

species: ghost ( formerly human )

occupation: internet personality, paranormal investigator

for as long as you could remember, you’ve had an affinity for the strange. the abnormal. the supernatural. perhaps it’s owed to growing up in the home of a famous cryptid, or perhaps it’s merely written into your destiny. you like other things too, of course-- music, flowers, animals-- but something always draws you into that world of shaky photographs, darkened woods, and all the things that go bump in the night. luckily, as you grow older, and with some help from the internet, you manage to find some people who share your unusual interests. you’re a small group, but your bond is unshakeable. in your final year of high school, you pitch a radical idea to your friends: turn your interest in the paranormal into a career, and document your findings online. to everyone’s surprise, not least of all your own, the idea is a success, and before you know it, you’ve amassed a decent following. it seemed like you had found your place, and the future looked bright.neways

but one can never truly know what the future has in store for them, as you would soon find out. it was a day like any other-- cliche, but true. you and your friends are filming, out in deep woods searching for some newly coined cryptid-- it hardly seems important now. and you, foolish boy, rush ahead, never once consider what might await you. and you never did, until it was too late.

you follow your ears through the forest until the source of the sounds come into view. or at least, what may have been causing the sounds. and before you can process what you see in the clearing before you-- a blow connects with the back of your head. reality crumbles around you, not even enough time to notice the pain as you slip into darkness.

you open your eyes, and you're met with darkness once more. you feel no pain. in fact, you feel nothing at all. you're buried in a shallow grave, your mangled body perfectly still. you're not breathing. you've died. you know this, it's the only logical explanation, but also the most illogical. the implications of this take a moment to fully hit you-- you're a ghost. you've become the very thing you've spent your life searching for. which means they're real. suddenly, the terror of being met with your own bloodied corpse is overcome by the elation of knowing your life's work was meaningful, that you weren't just chasing after a fairy tale. you rise through the forest floor, leaving your corporeal form behind. as you set out from the forest where you lost your life, you feel a new sense of purpose. you’re going to become the proof that ghost are real. you just have to find someone who can see you first.

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