#[ trevaunn | interacts ]

[blackplanct]

[ at first sight ]: @calldrcps​

he didn’t know her or anything about her, but when their eyes met, everything started moving in slow motion. it was just them: trevaunn and the stranger. trevaunn and the love of his life.   he was a writer, so of course there was a romantic somewhere inside him.  but he was hard too; his heart armored by his icy exterior, and she melted it all with one glance.  who was she?

“i’m-a...call you back,” he hung up on whoever might’ve kept him from speaking to her.  instinctively, his hand reached out for her wrist as she zipped past him.  “do i know you from somewhere?”  he hoped she said yes -- at least some of his feelings would make a bit more sense -- but he would have certainly remembered her if he had.

[altadcna]

[ transitions ]: @sercphvs

“how you feelin’?” trey rested a bag of takeout on the coffee table, naturally leaning over to press a kiss to monique’s lips.  they arrived in new york city over the weekend after reaching a consensus on his loft being safer than atlanta.  he had been doing everything since then to make this transition comfortable for monique, but he could tell all of this was incredibly difficult for her.  trey could see that her world, as she knew it, was crumbling around her.  the empire she spent her entire life building had been tainted with a bullet to the torso and questionable loyalties...nothing was the same.  “talk to me,” he settled next to her on the sectional, taking her hand into his.

[blackplanct]

isolctions​:

jaira challenges him quietly, eyes following the string in his hands as it fell to the floor with a mildly satisfied expression fixed on her face — and when he concedes his argument before it even has the chance to begin, dimples press into her cheek as she offers up a pleased smile. “good. ‘cause it was goin’ in your throat next if you finished that sentence.” whether or not she truly means the threat to trevaunn’s life (piled up with the many other threats that accumulated over the years), no one could really be sure. all she knows is that as much as the gesture provokes her, at least he thought to bring alcohol, and she gravitates towards that without giving it a second thought. “thank you for the very eloquent reminder that i’m no longer alive. and like i keep telling you, don’t worry about them.“

“aye-- don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” trey winked at her offer, knowing -- whether it was for better or worse -- that it wasn’t going to happen any time soon.  he often pushed the deafening thought of his morality to the back of his mind.  it was a complicated subject for the both of them, but it was especially difficult for the woman who’d outlive him.

“i’m just saying...there’s pros and there’s cons.  and besides, a fifth of yack ain’t nothin’ for you -- pregnant or not,” trey remarked confidently.  what now seems like their first date, in hindsight, showed them how much jaira could drink with little to no affect and how much of a lightweight trey actually was.  “i know, but...this is my first time being a father -- i think -- and it’s not like there’s a what to expect when your expecting three baby vampires i can pick up.  i’m fuckin’ scared...so we drink,” he grabbed two short tumblers, fixing the drinks for them.  “happy birthday,” he held the glass up for a toast, “to the love of my life, my ride or die, my baby momma -- to the woman who made me feel more myself than i’ve ever felt.  even though it’s annoying and corny...i want to celebrate you today.  you saved my life in more ways than one, changed it for the better...and i can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. cheers...to immortality.”   he chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink.

[crownedeity-blog]

Avery x Trevaunn || Closed Starter.

It had been a week and some days since their last argument and Avery could no longer take the silent treatment she was receiving from Trey. Although she hated to admit it, she deserved it; with the way she’d gotten reckless at the mouth and eventually with her hands, shit got out of hand quicker than it usually did. The night eventually ended with her on the bathroom floor crying and Trey storming out of the house. She hated when he left the house angry, it caused her anxiety to spike to an all time high because endless scenarios of situations that could happen played in her head until she was sick to her stomach. This was the longest they’d ever gone without talking and it was honestly killing her on the inside. Setting aside her pride, she wiped her tears and got out of the tub; wrapping a towel around her naked, wet body and made her way out to the living room where she figured he’d be. She stopped at the door when she’d seen him sitting there reading a book, she didn’t want to distract him but she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry for how I behaved the other night. I know I’m wrong for how I came at you and I had no business putting my hands on you. I honestly don’t have a reason why other than the fact that you were pissing me off. I’m abusive by nature, not because I hate you.” 

@miillennials

[ddcjas]

jaira’s dump.

[blackplanct]

[ continued from x ]: @thefirstwcman​

trevaunn smirked at lilith’s rhetoric.  the more time he spent with her the more he realized that they were just alike.  he was picking up on all her moves because he had the same ones.  lilith was a player alright.  trey respected that, but he had to let her know just who he was.  he couldn’t let her play him with all her sweet nothings and tender caresses.

“nah, you know exactly what i’m talkin’ ‘bout,” trey nodded his head.  her excuses for disappearing and popping back up whenever she felt like it were just that: excuses.  of course, their arrangement was perfect for him; he was a busy man himself.  but trey didn’t like the idea of being played.  “baby, i’m the same way,” trey turned his head to face her.  his hand reached for her thigh, keeping her close.  “ain’t nothing wrong with that, but the way you movin’ is like you don’t got no respect for me or my time and i’m not feelin’ that,” he shook his head  “and we in a relationship, by the way...:  trey added, shifting to finish rolling his blunt.  “nah, i’m not pressin’ you about other niggas, but...if i keep coming back and you keep coming back, we got something.”  they had a connection.  there was no doubt about that.  he sparked up, taking a drag before offering some to lilith.  “you can’t gas up me like i’m some lame ass dude,” trey laughed softly at the idea.

[blackplanct]

[ the make-up ]: @sercphvs

“i’m sorry,” trevaunn greeted lauryn at her door with puppy dog eyes and a remorseful grin.  he didn’t say those words often, and every time he did, he truly meant it.  there was a good reason he showed up to lauryn’s place a few hours later than he was supposed to.  money was at stake, and he had to pay a couple of visits to a couple of people that took a bit longer than he intended it to.  but he still had to visit his girl, even if she didn’t want to see him right now.  “you know i wouldn’t have missed this if i didn’t have business to handle, come on,” trey took hold of her hands, pulling her body into his for a slow kiss.  “spend the night with me; then we can do whatever you want tomorrow...that alright wit’ you?” he turned the demand into more of a suggestion, grabbing hold of her body like his name was on it.

[blackplanct]

[ the fire this time ] | @sercphvs

trevaunn loved reading books even more than he loved writing them.  he ran through books like water, and naturally, he had to find the spot get his fix.  trey hit the jackpot when a independent, black-owned bookstore hit him about for a reading.  over a year later, he was still visiting, getting all the latest and greatest black literature there.  it was one of his favorite places in the city -- a home away from home.  did the fact that the manager was fine as hell influence him?  maybe a little.  they flirted like crazy, but nothing was every truly manifested since trey only knew him within the confines of the bookstore.  for now.

“sonny, baby,” trey dapped him into a hug -- one that lingered ( as usual ).  “what you got for me today?” there was a hint of suggestion in his delivery; the way his gaze wandered south ever so subtly.  how his lips, thick and brown, curved into the gentlest smirk.  but maybe he was just passionate about books.

[blackplanct]

✴ ( mo + trey )

send me ✴ for my character’s reaction to seeing yours kissing someone else | accepting

“hol’ up,” trevaunn repeated, scoffing with laughter at the sight.  his eyes must have been decieving him, because he surely was not seeing monique kissing some man he hadn’t recognized.  monique, the woman he gave over five years of his life to.  monique, the person he trusted, confided in, and rested his head next to at night.  she couldn’t have possibly betrayed him in this way.  “get the fuck up out my house...you, nigga,” trey made it clear who he was talking to, kind of disappointed he didn’t have to put hands on the man.  he left the room without much hassle.  beyond that trey was virtually speechless, in total shock.  this was actually happening to him.  “you’re evil,” he managed to get out, “you leeched back onto the very core of my being and you sucked the joy right out of me...you, monique rhodes, are an evil woman, and i want you out of my got-damn sight...now!” trey roared, his arm jerking to hit something, throw something.  furious couldn’t begin to describe the way he felt.

[altadcna]

[ the mirror girl ]: @leomusings

there was something about being in the gym that felt safe to trevaunn.  there were many things in his life that he didn’t have control over, but his body -- that was something he could sculpt and make his own.  so, he was in the gym every single day.  some days, he’d catch the gaze of a fellow gym-goer through the mirrored walls, and flattered grin would curve onto his face -- but he would always pretend to not notice. he didn’t think much of a friendly glance until the one day he’s facing her, and she’s no longer the mirror girl. plucking out an earbud, trey can’t help but flash a wide smile at the woman — give her a little wave. “you know.... that i can see you, right?” he tries to be as friendly as possible, knowing it could be embarrassing to be caught like that. “if you want me to put a shirt on...” two thumbs point towards the locker rooms.

[blackplanct]

full name: trevaunn alexander douglas birthdate: february 8, 1989 zodiac sign: aquarius sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromantic occupation: author (drug dealer) financial status: upper middle class faceclaim: trevante rhodes

important points:

in his main verse, trevaunn was a drug dealer up until 3 years ago when he left atlanta to pursue his passion for writing in new york city.  his debut novel is a new york times bestseller and next thing you know this brother is the next ta-nehisi coates.  he’s much happier and outgoing in the verse, finally able to live his truth.  he’s out of the closet, and doesn’t mind going public in his relationships with men.  

in the trap trey verse, he is still a drug dealer.  he doesn’t purse his writing full-time, since he’s so busy making money and trying not to die.  he does read a lot, though.  none of his comrades really know that about him, but he uses books as a way to escape his reality temporarily.  he’s in the closet about his bisexuality and doesn’t pursue men in his romantic endeavors for that very reason.  he’s a lot more guarded, cold, and distant.  he’s all about his paper.  however, he will let some of his authentic self, warm and creative, fall through for the right person.

in both verses, trey does love to maintain his solitude.  he prefers to be alone, even in some relationships, but of course, he certainly doesn’t mind spending time with the person he loves.

dating:

trey has only been with black people, both sexually and romantically, and he plans on keeping it that way.

only in his late twenties did he begin dating and having sex with men since he was in the closet until then.

he prefers serious relationships, but has a hard time letting his guard down enough to enter one.  depending on his verse, he’s only been in two, both lasting at least 4 years.

ship tags:

trevaunn x jaira: opposite | threads | musings

trevaunn x lilith: opposite | threads | musings

trevaunn x monique: opposite | threads | musings

[isolctions]

i just went blog-surfing for aesthetics and i’m abt to start rambling so block me if you don’t wanna read my incoherent mess!

but i need a place to speak on this & that is that i’m having a very hard time with me having a lot of muse for jaira yet equally wanting to...distance myself from her main faceclaim/not wanting to change her faceclaim. like i enjoy using rosario dawson as a fill-in for now, and her role as claire temple is somewhat fitting when it comes to icons and gifs. but i developed her, created and based her appearances and tics and body structures on lauren. (especially her teeth!! which sounds weird, but if u know me then you know i’ve spoken a bunch of times abt lauren’s teeth reminding me of vampire teeth) and i’m stuck between respectfully not wanting to use her due to all that’s happened to her this past year but she’s essentially who i’ve chosen for jaira, u feel me? and changing that development is like driving an axe through 3+ years of writing and it makes me wanna dry heave. but i need resources for LL if i pursue using her, cause i’ve been scarce for years but i know a lot of people are in the same boat as i am with that. and it’s just a weird space to be in. so i think what i’m gonna do is face save...use her for certain things and rosario for others. for example — my ship with @blackplanct‘s trevaunn involves him doting on a lot of her facial features, with LL in mind as that fc. and changing that fc, despite it just being visuals for a ship or whatever, makes me itch!!! yet for some reason, i’m comfortable having rosario as jaira’s form when it comes to her interactions with @tribeof‘s lilith. and i don’t get it!!!! but i’m really finicky about having to change things i’ve set into stone. if y’all have followed me since thefcll and fcrinas, y’all know that. i just wanna speak on like...if there’s discomfort with who i choose to use as the faceclaim on the off chance that you want to write with jaira at any point, then i guess let me know and we can figure it out — or figure out someone similar enough that it doesn’t feel like i’m rewriting over things i already wrote a million times over. anyways thats all lol

[isolctions]

jaira’s dump.