#c; trevor

[aerospectrum]

semi-plotted starter for @chaosfindsaway

Jamie’s eyes went wide as another allosaurus reared its head up over the mossy enclosure wall. “Shit shit shit-“ He scrambled back on his hands and feet and narrowly missed having his ankle snapped up in the dinosaurs jaws; bits and pieces of mangled limbs entrapped in its teeth. He clambered to his feet; ducking between two crisscrossed steel beams and up the fence; climbing fast while the heat of the wires burned against his palms. 

He flung himself over the top of the fence and landed on his back; knocking the air right out of his lungs with a painful wheeze. His shirt snagged on the twisted metal frame of the gate when he was up: in a blind panic he backed up to free himself. Something tore into his side halfway down his thigh, but running on adrenaline all he felt was the heat from the blood and none of the pain. He sprinted as fast as his legs would take him through the jungle; clambering over trunks and branches; splashing through creek puddles and high knees through the shallowest part of the river until he broke through the treeline of Trevor’s camp. 

His eyes were wild and intense; focused on locating the other man in the vast expanse of open field. The ground shook noticeably and Jamie turned right into a herd gallimimus rushing him; three allosaurus’ followed hot on their tails. “Fu-uck!” He yelled, turning to sprint down the grassy hills as his eyes locked onto the familiar face of Trevor. “Run!” He shouted, waving his arms to get the guys attention. “Run!” He screamed again; racing uphill towards him; his tone more desperate than ever. “Trevor, run!” He shouted with his name as the stampede overtook the empty space around them both, squawking loudly as they raced around the men. Jamie knew he was loosing speed; he was tired and hurt and he didn’t think he could keep up any longer; but the only other option was being trampled to death or torn in half while alive.

[lymbycsystem]

almost plotted starter for @chaosfindsaway

For a while it seemed Jamie was never present when Trevor was going through a rundown or schedule of events that needed his attention. He was noticeably skittish, he flinched at the slightest movements of birds or other small animals, sometimes mid-conversation he'd stop and disappear into himself. Jamie was convinced he was handling the after-affects of Delacourt's torture fine- without issue even, so when Trevor put together a group to go retrieve a nest of eggs a couple miles down the river and didn’t include him it caught his attention. 

When he’d been told he was on Moonshine watch he didn’t bother to pushback or even attempt a sarcastic complaint. He agreed to it. He didn’t want to go anyway.

He’d spent most of the fading sunlight hours telling her some story about wild horses and how she’d be a good horse but a better Buffalo if she wasn’t a giant man eating lizard. His mind didn’t have time to process the rough hand shaking him awake hours later. When the floodlights that kept her enclosure lit hit Jamie’s eyes it tripped a switch and all he saw was a vivid image of being restrained and fed to the tiny monsters. It wasn’t a scuffle. One second he was asleep and the next he was nearly flat on his back with the man’s back to his chest with his forearm hooked around their neck; his legs half wrapped around the others waist to trap him in place. With his other hand he locked his arm in place by the wrist so he could squeeze the life out of him- not yet registering the hands slapping his arm trying to pry his fingers loose. 

[lymbycsystem]

Jamie couldn't seem to get a grip on his fear so when Trevor stepped even closer Jamie visibly tensed- almost flinched backwards against the post. His eyes followed each back and forth of the blade from the mans hands, taking in the shape of it, mentally preparing himself for the initial shock he was expecting to suddenly feel if the guy decided to plunge it into his exposed torso.

Dark lashes flickered upwards, blue eyes focused on Trevor's face as he asked him questions that Jamie couldn't help but get irritated over knowing the guy already knew the answers to what he was asking. He couldn't exactly figure out his... angle. Did he want him to answer or was this just a little fun he was having before butchering him alive?

What made this guy so freaking weird? His eyes once again followed the glint of the light off the curves of the sharp blade pressed to Trevor's fingertip and finally his reserve cracked, words bubbled up. "I..." he panicked at first, unsure if speaking was going to lose him his tongue or get him a knife to the gut... he averted his gaze, unwilling to look his potential carver in the eyes. "I offered you that chance back.. it's not like I could block you- even if I did I'm sure you'd just... do it again anyway. You're the one with the weapons and the... psychopathic tendencies here." his eyes drifted up to Trevor's eyes that time. "In my defense... you were the one who touched me first. I-- I could argue it was self defense- you never.. never know why people are.. touching you." his eyes shifted back and forth, half clouded with a sense of shame or disgust, half alluding to knowing the sinister nature of most of the fucks that worked for a camp just up the river. People had to be on guard all the time to avoid freaks like that. and even then it didn't always pan out in his favor.

'Can't you just kill me and get it over with instead of... fucking playing with me here. Can't you just get it over with man." there was a slight glimmer of resignation in his eyes, no witty comments to get under the assailants skin that time.

Trevor took the silence as sign that he'd finally gotten the other's attention. Most people reached this point a little sooner - Trevor couldn't decide if he was annoyed or...impressed.

"Enough that you'd end up just another number I'd forget when the next guy asks." He took a few slow steps closer, reaching to his side to pull the knife latched to his side. The silver hilt glimmered as he moved it back and forth between his hands. It was just an old survival knife he'd picked up from raiding another camp years ago. The blade had ridges on the back, perfect for really tearing into the flesh if it went deep enough. "So, let me ask you, you think this gorgeous girl would eat an organ? From what I know, you can live without your spleen. Think she'd enjoy that? It'd be a nice treat, I think, and you know...I gotta keep all these dinosaurs fed."

He watched Jamie closely, lifting the blade to poke the tip of his own finger to test the sharpness. "Or do you think maybe that's a little harsh for someone who just hit me in the balls? I don't know, man, it hurt pretty fuckin' bad."

[unoriginal-and-dumb]

Reminder

[raingkun]

恶魔城DLC上线正式服喽，爽玩

[treffys-thunder-thighs]

Girlhood is a spectrum

[how2bmotorized]

fanart for @unoriginal-and-dumb bcs i needa post sumn on here for once

[yourstrulyray]

Heyy…you should like so draw crash and Trevor wink wink guys you would never guess who I am bc I’m a sneaky beaky 😈😈

haha nice try marky i know it's you 🤓🤓 anyway this costed me my sanity

[mewkwota]

Being in this new realm must be a nightmare for Trevor. He lost his weapons, his powers are suppressed...

And he can't even fit in the lockers.

[simonsquest]

[esmemaxwcll]

Closed starter: @trevorabrams Location: Esme's Home

Esme was beyond exhausted after studying so much for her exam, she needed a distraction which lived not far from her. She was about to send a text to ask if he was busy but instead heard someone at her door. She walked over and opened the door to see no one other than Trevor standing there, she leaned against her door with a small smile and chuckled. "Are you lost?"

[aerospectrum]

semi-plotted starter for @chaosfindsaway

Jamie’s dad was contracted out for medical science research for some sort of park expansion and for once he was the one chosen to tag along. Being a kid in a park full of every dinosaur one could imagine should’ve been a dream come true for any kid, but trouble came when he wound up in the pathway of an embryo transfer; and collided with one of the cooling machines. The impact sent him sprawling out on the cement with a scraped elbow and bumped head. His dad was a hard man who didn’t have time for questions, curiosity, faults or mistakes though, it didn’t matter if you were a kid, you should know better: that was John’s motto.

One guy tried defending Jamie insisting nothing had been damaged, but John brushed him off - angrily telling him that he’d discipline his kid without others input. It wasn’t hard for Jamie to sneak away from John’s less than watchful eye; he glanced back to the men arguing and cleaning up some glass then up at the large paddock enclosure fence.

He wriggled his way between the dead lines and dropped down on the other side to follow the muddy trail down through the trees. He traipsed through the shallow river creek unaware of the dangers surrounding him or the risks he put himself at the mercy of until he heard movement and a low hissing growl. When the bushes rustled he took off running through the tall grass blindly following the path into another camp. If his dad found out he’d left the park he was done for so Jamie did the only thing he could think of. He slipped into the big tent and looked around for places to hide amongst the crates and furniture inside of it. Hiding under the bed was too easy, but if he climbed the crates he’d break something and be in even more trouble. Panic sent Jamie crawling beneath the bed anyway when he heard a voice from just outside the tent.

[lymbycsystem]

random starter for @chaosfindsaway

It wasn't the prancing around the room in halloween themed underwear- it wasn't the music that was flooding out everything else around him-- it was being caught being happy, singing to some dumb song and being happy that made Jamie's skin flush a thousand different shades of red before it settled on one. Or maybe it was the shriek that escaped his lungs, because he hadn't expected anyone to be in the doorway when he turned around. He attempted to cover himself at first then he went for the attempt to run a hand through his hair, fidget with his ears and finally an attempt was made to cross his arms, one hand still messing with the strand of hair by his ear. "What?... why- who just, who doesn't knock. You could've knocked. I could've been naked." he narrowed his eyes slightly at Trevor, feeling his heart pounding in its confines still.

[lymbycsystem]

Cas huffed out in irritation when he was officially saddled with the nickname Slick. A half roll of his eyes followed, realizing it could've been something worse. "Yeah well, when you do- I mean take him out and everything... invite me with. I wanna see that fucker choke on his blood before it's lights out." There was a darkness and a harshness to his words when he said it, stomping through the rocky dirt after Trevor.

The growl was low and loud, Castiel could feel it vibrate in his bones, rumbling through his ribcage. It lit up his entire face like a kid in a candy store. "No way..." Cas exhaled the words in wonderment before quickly turning to Trevor. "Daddy?" he asked curiously, holding back the need to mockingly laugh. "You... raised this one?" Cas asked, turning back to the dinosaur. "How... how did you do this?" he asked-- definitely a kid in a candy store.

Trevor chuckled, moving on down the hill toward the warehouse. "You think I don't know that, slick?" He asked, completely ignoring the man's correction in name. He hardly ever cared to learn names around here - and when he did, it meant he didn't like the person, hence why he always remembered Richard's name. "Let him scope my camp out, let him feel like he has some sense of power. It makes it all the more sweeter when I finally take that shit stain out for good."

Once they approached the warehouse, two men slide the long metal door open and stepped out of the way. A sinister low growl radiated through the building, drowning out the sound metal sliding against metal as the door was shut. Trevor stopped and closed his eyes, soaking in the beautiful sound like he'd been craving to an addiction. "Ah, she always knows when daddy's here."

[hellhunde]

This was an illustration requested on my patreon for $5! This was the illustration for September!

@/deercliff requested "Trevor and Luna shittalking the plot of Crushed Olive Branch" so I took it as more like. complaining about what's going on in their respective corners of the plot. Luna is whining about how Roman and Kiera keep fighting, and Trevor is making fun of Theron and his boy troubles!

These two don't get much of a spotlight in the story, but I love them both dearly. I'd like to imagine that they go out to a downworlder run cafe every so often to catch up. Their schedules can only align so often though, since Luna can only consistently go out at night due to her being a vampire.

[raingkun]