Have a bonus sketch of Trevor with his eye bandages from the CoD manga lol š

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Have a bonus sketch of Trevor with his eye bandages from the CoD manga lol š
Polished up yesterday's sketch ā¤ļø
devilxhuntedā:
āHa,ā Laughter rode along a huff of breath, his chest heaving ever so slightly from exertion built over time. Body too hot, he hardly recognized the chill of the night as the air moved through old, dilapidated rooms of a building long ago abandoned and forgotten. Left at the mercy of time, it was reclaimed by roots and weed, the once sturdy concrete now cracked and crumbling while metal foundations rusted. No one would care if it were to suddenly fall apart altogether.
Thus, it made the perfect tussling ground for two guys with too much energy and not enough demons between them.
Dante tilted his head from one side to the other, a satisfied groan grumbling from him as tensed notches popped, lounging against the wall as though it was the coziest place he had ever been ā despite the cold slate of concrete and the curtain of ivy speaking otherwise ā as he gazed up at the fellow Hunter, into those lupin eyes that burned so blue in the dark. He strained against the hand holding his wrists, rendering his trigger finger useless as he had no way to tilt them forwards, and found the grip unrelenting.
āWellā¦ā He drawled, head and eyes rolling with the tone before he fixed Trevor with a languid gaze and a lazy half-smirk,Ā āHello there, pretty boy.ā
As lovely as he remembers him. Or more so--there is no end to the magnitude of Danteās charm, nor an end to the kind of joy Trevor always finds in it. Tonight does not prove itself any different; the devil is pliant in his grip, simpering and open against the cold, crumbling old face of an ivy-choked wall and against the warm, solid front of Trevorās frame pressing in close. Close enough to breathe him (as though he needs to--he could gather this scent from miles away.) Thereās a smile curling wicked and warm on the wolfās lips, fangs bright in the eerie white of the moon singing softly down as Danteās words--like often--make him purr with laughter. āYouāre rather a sight for sore eyes yourself, sweet Dante.ā
His voice is deep, rich, rumbling along the line of Danteās neck as Trevor bumps his knee against the elderās in playful suggestion, the squeeze of his hands around the devilās wrists softening their hold just barely, just enough to be almost tender in their embrace. The kiss that skirts the line of Danteās jaw, albeit, is full of teeth. āI couldnāt have hoped to catch a fairer prize.ā
forgedwillā:
Ā Ā Ā āThat I do, and it is a judgement of kindness that I have already placed my feeble heartās woes within. Alas, that woesome heart itself is wont to a many anxieties and traitorous habits that do not align entirely anymore with me. Absentminded or not. You have my apologiesā¦ā though the work has been running smoothly, Hector supposes it is none too quietly. Where a frown now joins his embarrassed expression, no matter the warmth in solace found in that stern sincerity. āBe it my confession that I was hoping not to wake you. I thought we were being tame enough.ā
āYou have my forgiveness. Perhaps by now that should be a given.ā As Trevor has forgiven and forgiven again for one too many sins Hector declares himself possessor of; whether rightfully or otherwise. A smile curls lightly to the corners of the Belmontās lips as he rubs the silvery line of his scar, chasing sleep--what little remains--away from his person. āLiving as a Belmont, you become wont to stir at the littlest of noises that are above the ordinary. For all my acceptance of you and your gifts, this is, by most rights, above the ordinary for me. But no matter. I am awake now. Why donāt you show me what you are working at?ā
marksofwoeā:
Wondering why his brotherās boy toy is here poking his nose around -
āNo need for such a sour face. I only came here to hand something in to one of your boys.ā
forgedwillā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Well, truly, how may one go about explaining the summoning of demons to make the work of many hands? For the logging, for the repairing and aerating of the soil? Oh, Hector is made a rose-colored portrait from any and all explanation besidesā¦
āI thought you understood we were beyond the need for secrecy by now where matters as this were concerned. I have said it before; I repeat it for you now. It is the wielder, not the weapon, where power is rightly judged.ā Where Hector flushes pink with embarrassment, Trevorās face is sun-warm with stern sincerity. āYou should know my judgement of you by now, too.ā
forgedwillā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Nothing the man could actually explainā¦
I should like at the very least that you try...
Wondering what all the commotion is about...
Current mood
{Me trying to pulverise my brain into becoming good at drawing so I can finally get on with all the thirsty Trevor art I want to make}
@devilxhuntedā asked: Oh, hey, heās come to give this fellow very handsome hunter a big āol smooch~ š
Oh, hey, heās just going to take this charming creature by the waist and hoist him off his feet as he laughs like he has never felt so much joy before, and of course meet that kiss with a hearty embrace of his own, fang and all~
āBeloved.ā
Also, this art make its look like Trevor is literally walking around with some of his tummy peeking out through his straps and I am not accepting any theory to the contrary LOOK AT THIS SHIT THERE IS NO UNDERCOAT OR SHIRT THERE
Look sorry but Iām deep in this shit now but also guys this is THE most clarified design of Trevor I have ever seen which is hyper delicious to me as a fanartist because now I can finally see with absolute certainty where everything goes and on God, I never realised that Trevorās vest is held up with FUCKING CHAINS AROUND HIS NECK, THIS ABSOLUTE GOTH SLUT OH MY GOD
I LITERALLY CANT FUCKING TAKE IT GUYS I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS TREVOR IS GOING TO BE IN GOS ANY FUCKING DAY WEEK MONTH NOW AND HE IS SO GORGEOUS IM ACTUALLY CRYING
Thinking about Trevorās raspy voice and cool scars and pretty blue eyes and flirty eyebrow quirks and broad shoulders and--
Rises from the dead to talk about werewolf Trevor headcanons because in the time Iāve spent fleshing out DMCvania with the girls Iāve happened upon some things that I want to carry over across all of Trevorās werewolf verse incarnations anyway such as:
He is ridiculously strong, given his Jidovi lineage mingling with the natural strength and might of a lycan gifts him immense power as well as an array of abnormally large and formidable alternate forms guaged byĀ āpercentsā (his full werewolf/100% state is over 12ft tall!) and he can tap into any percentage of his wolf side that he needs at the time.
However, it wouldnt be a werewolf story without some reliance on Moon Mechanics, and Trevor is no exception. While the moon doesnt dictate his ability to transform, it does have a direct correlation with his level of power. In new moon/waning phases, Trevorās power as a werewolf is slightly lesser and makes tapping into his highest degree of power much more of a strain on him physically and mentally. During the waxing/full phases, he is at the peak of his abilities and strength.
Especially during the full moon, he is able to tap into an even more ascendant level of power, granting him an entirely new form that comes with its own unique magic, abilities and appearance that is never otherwise seen in Trevorās standard percentages/forms.
He can get around some of the limitations of the moon and its commands over his physicality by carrying moonstone on his person, providing it has been properly charged by ritual under the full-moon, retaining some of its power and magic even outside of the night of a full-moonās presence.
The moon also has some effect on Trevorās moods, making him more placid and idle during new/waning phases and more aggressive and active during waxing/full phases.
Day 4 of the twitter inktobervania challenge ft. Hector!