#dristan

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So Hokey Wolf and his boon compadre, Ding-a-Ling, were out walking when the following is brought up:

HOKEY WOLF, rather excitedly in his Sgt. Bilko stylee: Ding my boy! Do you remember a certain commercial for Dristan which claimed at the end that, thanks to its effectiveness in treating allergies, one could even chew on ragweed? DING-A-LING: Hokey, I have to admit that the idea of chewing on a known allergen like ragweed sounds rather crazy, to begin with, but-- HOKEY WOLF, interjecting: But, Ding, don't you understand that the premise was basically one of puffery, of exaggeration, like we happen to be fond of? Hardly anyone could be imagined chewing on ragweed anyway, let alone Johnson grass, or even wild hemp plants, for that matter, never mind this whole CBD thing! DING-A-LING: Hokey, your very fabulistic way of thinking never ceases to amaze me.... HOKEY WOLF: Still, though, Ding, we have a couple nights with Harmony Wolf up at the lake forthcoming, not to mention swimming, diving, the sheer pleasure of relaxation--and maybe some quality time with that lupine gal of mine, Harmony Wolf! DING-A-LING, somewhat nervously: By "quality time," Hokey, do you mean--lovemaking? HOKEY WOLF: Obviously, Ding my lad! And can my gal Harmony certainly teach you those "facts of life" most directly, and may I add, WONDERFULLY! Just one night with her, Ding, and I assure you things will certainly feel even more RELAXING, for after all, Ding, lovemaking is expected to feel so relaxing and destressing!! Now, what do you say to the whole? DING-A-LING, now somewhat excited: Hokey is MY HERO!

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Drawings/references of my neopets ! Most of these designs are wip but they’re finished enough to show

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used dristan nose spray for the first time and it worked immediately👍

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I don't think anything was advertised more heavily in the early 1980s than Dristan.

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At Someone’s Beck and Call

Word Count: 2 ,608

Notes: Takes place during chapter 22 of Riftan POV

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Riftan felt a lump start to form in his chest as he watched the imposing gates of Cryoso Castle slowly crept closer. It was a sight he never had wished to see again. He should be back at home, back at Anatol. The thought of staying away even one more day didn’t sit right for him. Yet, here he was. Forced to be paraded around for the duke and the Eastern nobles for one whole month.

He knew the only reason why he held that land was for formality’s sake, to set him up as the next commander of the Remdragon Knights but he took on his role of protecting his lands with pride. The half a year of fending off raiders from Dristan had been the longest he had ever been from his lands.

I should be there.

Riftan hated the thought of having to potentially cozy up to the nobles. Even more so he hated how Ursuline Ricaydo keeps trying to convince him to stay away from Anatol even longer than necessary just to gain another title. He doubt that the son of such a prestigious noble family could ever understand someone being satisfied with being just a landed knight. You could call him entitled or ignorant, Riftan would just call him stubborn.

Out of the four hundred members of the Remdragon Knights, Ursuline was possibly one of the most determined to get Riftan to take the place of their commander, Evan Triton.

It didn’t feel right.

It wasn’t his age that bothered him, at twenty two he was considered a man, nor the fact he had only joined their ranks four years ago. It was his blood that made him hesitate, made him fear he would bring down the reputation Triton had worked so hard on. Thanks to his dark complexion, there was little in the way of hiding the fact he was a half-breed. He was seen as tainted by southern pagan blood and most nobles made no move to hide their disdain for it, for him. How could that not affect the Remdragon’s reputation.

The only hang up was was the unwritten law of the Remdragon Knights. The hierarchy within the order was purely determined by skill not by birth. Even if he refused the position, the others would not likely accept it, Triton wouldn’t stand for it. Riftan knew the man wasn’t ignorant, he knew what being a half-breed meant to most people yet the man seemed determined to ignore it while Riftan was determined to keep the Remdragon’s standing in tact. No one would truly want someone with his face to lead.

A grub should keep to the ground. Looking higher will only bring misfortune.

Riftan smirked to himself.

His stepfather’s warnings have always stuck close to his heart. A perfect way to ground himself whenever he felt like looking up. He had nearly ignored the mans words several times, whenever she was involved. Riftan was just lucky to have headed his words before he made himself too miserable.

They would always just be illusions, magic. It would never be real. She could never be real, only a memory.

The lump in Riftan’s chest swelled until it reached a new intensity at the thought of her. He tried to will it away but them arriving at the gates did little to help.

Triton must have sense his uneasiness and gave Riftan a bitter smile.

“Try not to be so obvious about your disdain of the aristocrats. It would be best not to make an enemy of the Eastern nobles, especially the duke of Croyso.”

“You worry for nothing.” Riftan replied dryly, “How could he acknowledge me as an enemy when I am not even human in his eyes?”

The commander turned to the front once more, his expression somber. At least the man wasn't denying Riftan's words.

The knights crested the gentle slope that led to the castle. The Croyso sentries, who had been awaiting their arrival, swung them wide open as the knights approached as the sound of bells from the castle’s clock tower rang out, as if it was to alert the occupants of their arrival and not the time.

“Finally,�� Hebaron muttered. “I can’t wait to eat and drink as much as I want.”

The burly knight’s voice brimming with anticipation was nearly drowned out by a ringing.

Riftan took a sharp breath, every one of his senses was set on edge. It had been ten years since he had last been here. Old memories, unwanted memories, stirred awake at every familiar sight. His eyes caught sight of the shrubs and colorful flowers lining the paved path. Their blooms reminding him of the withered crown he had tossed onto the road.

After dismounting and entrusting the reins to the servants, the knights climbed the marble steps in single file. They passed through arched doors that towered nearly six meters (20 ft) high and found themselves in a hall glowing golden in the light of a thousands candles.

The expansive space seemed to contain every luxury one could possibly imagine. A chandelier hung from the domed ceiling, illuminating everything below, and each window was fitted with expansive glass. Riftan found himself scrutinizing nearly everything while trying his best not to compare it to his own home. He cared for Anatol, but set it next to Croyso castle and anyone would laugh.

“I have heard the victorious news. You have done well.” rang out a haughty voice.

The duke sauntered down the stairs escorted by his personal guards and began to talk to Triton. Riftan tuned him out as he continued to look around the space, finding his skin crawling with each new detail of wealth discovered.

Dozens of servants started to scurry down the stairs so suddenly brought him back from his thoughts. The knights soon followed them across the grand hall while a group of giggling noblewomen observed them from the second-floor landing.

Riftan wondered if they were the wives of the knights and nobles attending the banquet. Feeling like a spectacle, he scowled in irritation. It was at that moment that his gaze snagged on the woman who stood at the end of the hallway.

Riftan felt the world stand still. Although the shadows she was hiding in made it impossible to distinguish her face, he could tell that her hair was as dark as red wine. He gulped through his constricted throat as he unwittingly took a step toward her. It had to be her,who else would have hair like that?

To his delight the woman seemed to grow curious as well. She tilted her head to the side, causing her impossibly red hair to cascade and dance around her. With hesitant steps, she started to come out from the shadows. He could feel his promise of not searching her out, of not giving into any more illusions slipping away as her features started to become clearer. Just as he was about to get a better look at her Gabel’s voice brought him back.

"Is something amiss?" Gabel Lachzion was looking at Riftan with a quizzical expression. Riftan managed to regain his composure and turned around.

“No, it’s nothing.”

What was he thinking. There was no telling if the woman was her or not. Regardless of the answer, it was none of his concern. He strode away while berating himself for dwelling on a decade-old memory.

Don’t choose misery

Even when he was back in his room, however, his anxiety did not go away. He tried to wash away the sinking feeling in his gut, but the cool water did little to still his mind.

I don’t want to be here.

It was a childish thought but one he couldn't ignore. All this place held was bitter memories. If Riftan had it his way he would stay locked up in this room until the visit was over. The only issue was that the view out the window also seemed to mock him.

With just one glance outside he could spot the path he would take while hauling carts of horse dung and firewood. It suddenly occurred to him how much his life had changed while everything here seemed to have stayed the same. The gardens, the castle, the damned clock tower, all was the same as he remembered.

A bitter smirk played his lips as he thought of the woman in the hall.

As much as he wanted it to be her, it made little sense. She is the daughter of a powerful duke. Her place would be at court not here.

Lost in thought, he was vacantly staring out the window when the commander’s voice came through the door.

“May I come in?”

Letting out a sigh, Riftan turned away from the view and lazily opened the door to find a rather unsettling sight. Triton standing in immaculate, banquet-ready attire that made Riftan cringe.

The commander swept his eyes over Riftan and sighed. “I knew I’d find you like this. Look at the state of you.”

Riftan squinted down at his attire. He had on the sturdiest and cleanest pieces in his possession. Considering the last time they had been able to gain any clean clothes was months ago, his superior should be proud that Riftan was able to find something so clean and hardly smelling of sweat and horse. When he cocked a brow as if to say he did not know what the problem was, Triton shook his head in dismay.

“Were you planning on attending dressed like that?”

Riftan leaned against the doorpost not liking how much of Triton's noble background was showing, “I’m not attending.”

“Calypse, you don’t expect me to let you stay here tonight.”

Riftan shrugged. “Why not, I hate events like these.”

“You are the man who bested Ludgal, people expect you to attend, the duke expects it.”

Riftan ran a hand though is still damp hair. For how many raiders Ludgal had under his command the final confrontation with him wasn’t anything to brag about. He had a tougher time fighting Hebaron at the tournament in Balbourne.

“I doubt the person holding the banquet really wants me there.”

Triton’s expression grew stern at his cynical reply. “I intend to have you succeed me as commander of the Remdragon Knights. That is my wish and the with of everyone in the order. Which means I need you to meet some of the nobles’, their approval is necessary.”

Laying a steady hand on Riftan's shoulder, as if to reassure him, though what he said next did little to help.

“I can’t let you do as you please this time. You’re going”

Riftan stayed quiet for a few seconds before shaking his head.

“I’m not suited for the role. You should pick someone with the appropriate lineage-”

“Are you saying you will not abide by our order’s rules?” Triton said stonily, it was his one and best argument against Riftan.

Riftan sighed and moved aside to let the man in. “What do you want me to do?”

Riftan’s greatest mistake that day wasn’t hoping he had seen her again, No. It was letting Triton into his room.

His superior's background in nobility was shining through and it was leading to a headache.

Despite Riftan seemingly giving in they had fought, of course. Triton had to know he’d feel more at ease being thrown up against a few basilisk than attending this banquet.

Riftan had tried to convince his superior to have Nirta attend in his place if he truly wanted someone for the ladies to fawn over. Triton quickly put down that idea, stating he didn’t even want the unruly man to attend.

He didn’t even give Riftan a chance to argue for Ursuline. The man was determined to have Riftan join the banquet, believing it would help appease the noble. It was wishful thinking, they would learn to hide their disdain for him but Riftan would never earn their respect. No amount of silk socks and embroidered shirts would change that.

Riftan felt disgusted. He looked as though some nobleman had stolen a Southerner just to put them in formal clothes for entertainment. A court jester for them to mock. His one solace was Triton didn’t force him to wear the feathered hat the squire handed him. He wondered if he could get away with burning the thing if it was still on his bed.

All eyes flew to him as soon as he stepped into the hall. He fought to suppress a scowl. The hundreds of nobles gathered in the palatial room starred as though he were a spectacle to behold. It made him seethe with anger, his feelings of being there solely for them to poke fun at the half-breed was starting to feel justified.

The commander began introductions one by one and, more often than not, they seemed taken aback by his appearance, one or two even commenting on it.

I wonder how long it would take until the word pagan is used.

Riftan was desperately started searching for an escape when he spotted the Duke of Croyso at the center of the hall. Or, rather, the woman in the dark green dress standing next to him.

Riftan felt as though he had been struck in the head. She should be at court, not here. Taking in a sharp breath he tried to still his mind, determined to not let it affect him. Despite this, his face blanched the moment he laid eyes on the red-headed young woman who was looking straight at him.

He took in every inch of her. Though she was still small in stature, with her head barely reaching his chest, she was much grown from the little girl who had come up to his waist. For some reason, his mouth felt parched. He tugged at his suddenly tight collar.

“Best if we formally made your introduction to the duke as well.”

Noticing Riftan’s tension, Triton shot him a warning look. Riftan barely managed a nod. The commander then marched him to the center of the hall and he couldn't explain why, but his feet felt heavier than ever.

Riftan found he couldn't pay attention to either the duke or Triton as they started on their formalities as he watched the girl.

Riftan was mortified by how loudly his gulp resounded in his ears. Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, he willed himself to stop staring. However, like steel to a magnet, he felt his gaze being pulled to her. He noted her elaborately braided bun, her delicate neck, and slender shoulders. Her waist was so tiny he was sure he could wrap one hand around it. Finally, his eyes stopped at the cascading hem of her silk dress.

The little girl in his memory had perpetually unkempt hair. She often used to get it caught in tree branches, which would ruin her braids until they puffed up like clouds. Her penchant for wandering the gardens also meant that her dresses were always covered in dirt and grass stains. Was this regal woman truly the girl who used to collect pebbles and feathers in the raggedy pouch she took everywhere?

He stood in a half-trance until Triton’s voice broke through.

“May I inquire about the lady behind you?”

“I see I have yet to introduce my eldest daughter,” the duke replied, pushing the timid girl forward. “This is Maximilian.”

The woman standing before him was the same yet different from the one in his illusion. Though there were traces of the little girl in her round forehead, cheeks, and small chin, golden freckles now dusted her low nose and cheekbones, and her large gray eyes looked up at him quizzically.

Riftan knitted his brows, was she just like the others? Finding him to be some odd spectacle to gawk at or…

Her already large eyes widened even farther as a look of surprise took over her delicate features causing Riftan’s heart to race.

No.

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Find Five Lines Tag

-RULES: find a line in your WIP (can be dialogue or not) that fits the parameters given by the person who tagged you. Then change one of the parameters and tag five or more people. Can be lines from multiple WIPs. If you can't find a line that fits, feel free to change the prompt.

-These are all from my WIP Aegis Road. Open-tagged by @jezifster

1. WHISPER

“What happened to your parents?” Lance asked him that night, barely above a whisper, as they lay on the cot beside one another.

2. SHOUT

“How could you do that? How could you do that to me?” Dristan demanded. “Leave me with nothing but a fucking note to say goodbye?! I can’t believe you!” he shouted in Lance’s face, shaking him by the arms.

3. NATURE

He would think that Lance was just taking pity on the guy so he didn’t have to eat alone, except that wasn’t in Lance’s nature; he didn’t have an ounce of pity in him, not for anyone.

4. FEAR

Lance's face was splattered with blood, but the injury on his arm didn’t look as bad as Dristan had feared.

5. HAND

Lance called out a suggestion on Dristan’s stance, and Aiden shot him a dirty look. “Are you gonna fucking let me do this or not?” he snapped, and Lance held his hands up in surrender, smirking.

-TAGGING: @james-stark-the-writer @galexy-eevee @shadowknight1224 @siarven @thepatchworkcrow and open tag to anyone who wants to do it! Tag me if you do and I will interact!

-Changing #3 to LIE (or any variation of the word)

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Guess who just updated her fic after skipping a week for no reason.

If you guessed me, that'd be correct <33

Go read chapter 14 of If Only You Knew on AO3 now!! You know you want to (I don't actually know if you want to, but I had fun writing this chapter so you might have fun reading it <33)

Preview below the cut!

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Kaida

I was running. My skirts were flying around my legs and branches and twigs grabbed at my skirt, my hair, my arms.

My breath was a harsh rasp, my heartbeat frantic, and I couldn’t go fast enough, couldn’t get away –

I fell.

I lay on the ground, staring up at the sky. Next to me, I heard him talk. “It looks like a sheep, doesn’t it, Kai?”

“All clouds look like sheep.” I told him. “That’s not very creative.”

I stood up.

“Where are you going?” Dristan grabbed my hand, stopping me, and I looked back at him.

“I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

I was pulled from him before I could answer.

I was standing in the room, Alliya glaring at me. “You’re useless. We should’ve never agreed to take you.”

I flinched as she stalked towards me, feet clacking against the hard floor, but she didn’t stop walking.

“It’ll good to be rid of you.” She walked away.

“Kaida, don’t do this! Not for me, not for anyone.”

I stared into Dristan’s unusual eyes. “But don’t you see? I have to.”

“You have a choice.”

“I’m making this one.”

Dristan’s blood was dripping onto the floor. Drip, drip, drip, drip…

“You should’ve left me.” He said.

“I’ll never leave you behind.”

“You already did.”

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took decongestants. shot dristan up my nose. used neti pot. for a brief moment i will have peace

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Dear Abang Dristan

"He's been my protector, my confidant, and my partner in crime. Through the ups and downs of life, he's always been there, a steady presence that I can rely on. Our shared memories, laughter, and even our occasional disagreements have only strengthened our connection. He's not just a sibling; he's a cherished friend, and I'm grateful every day for his presence in my life."

Halooo Abang, apa kabar hari ini Abang? Semoga Abang sehat sehat selalu yaaa? Oiya Abang ini ada surat dari Milly hehehe.

Abang, kita kenal waktu join higu yaa Abang? Aku gak nyangka dari yang kita gak kenal sama sekali ternyata sekarang jadi adek kaka. Jujur Abang juga kaka laki laki pertama aku disini. Sebenarnya ini singkat aja, aku cuman mau kasih tau kalau aku seneng bisa ketemu sama Abang. Seneng tau kalau Abang bisa jadi pasangannya Mba Anzu karena mba anzu bisa ada yang jagain hehehe (aku ngomong gini karena aku sayaaaaang banget sama mba anzu). Abang aku titip mba anzu yaa? Karena aku gatau bisa terus sama mba anzu sampai kapan (ini bukan surat perpisahan!) Mba anzu itu special banget bagi aku, mba anzu sama Abang udah kayak kaka rl aku! Aku serius gak bohong hehehehehehe. Semoga Abang sama Mba Anzu langgeng terus yaaaa, bahagia terus! Aku bakal terus jadi no1 fans anzudristan!!!!!

Abang, aku cuman mau bilang Abang semoga selalu bahagia yaaa? Semoga selalu sehat terus, dan semoga sukses di kehidupan rl nyaa!!! Semoga semua capek yang lagi Abang rasain bisa jadi bahagia suatu saat nanti! Abang Milly mau bilang kalau abang itu hebat Abang keren Abang luar biasa pokoknyaa!!! The best lah pokoknyaaaaaa 🦹‍♀️🦹‍♀️🦹‍♀️ Oiya Abang, makasi karena waktu itu udah mau semangatin aku waktu aku lagi fase sedih sedih banget padahal aku yakin Abang juga sama sedihnya. Tapi abang gak nunjukin rasa sedih abang dan malah berusaha buat hibur aku sama mba anzu. Makasi abang makasiiii banget.

Abang makasiii lagi atas semuanya aku ga akan pernah bosen buat bilang makasi ke abang! I really grateful can have a big brother like Abang!!!!

Tadinya mau kasih langsung ke mba anzu, tapi aku mau post disini. Jadinya kalau mba anzu bisa liat langsung kalau abang udah bucin bangettt sama mbaa 😁😁

Abaaang, kalau abang lagi down aku saranin buat dengerin lagu inii. Ini salah satu lagu yang aku dengerin kalau lagi ngerasa sendiri dan lumayan bikin mood balik dan bikin semangat lagiiii!!! Semangat abang buat kerjanyaaa!

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Medieval Monday with If My Heart Could See You

Welcome to my Medieval Monday blog! Eight weeks sure went by in a hurry but now I hope you’re in the mood to enjoy my next release tomorrow, It Began With A Kiss! Sit back and enjoy this last excerpt between Dristan, the Devil’s Dragon of Blackmore and Amiria of Clan MacLaren in If My Heart Could See You. Thanks for joining me and happy reading, my lovelies. I appreciate your continued…

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An excerpt from Aegis Road.

“Is that Lance’s blade?” Jesse asked as he passed by following Lance toward the bike. Dristan stopped and looked at him. He was staring at the hilt of the knife sheathed to Dristan’s thigh. Dristan looked down at it, too. “Yeah. All these are his," he motioned vaguely at his body, indicating the scattered sheathes, and the other knives stashed away under his clothes. "He said I could borrow them until I got my own.” Jesse’s eyes widened. “Holy fucking shit,” he breathed. “What?” Dristan asked, frowning. “What?” Leo echoed as he approached and mounted the bike in front of Jesse. “Lance is letting Dristan use his blades,” Jesse said to Leo, voice hushed with something like awe, eyes still wide. Leo’s eyes widened, too, and he looked Dristan up and down appraisingly. “Wow,” was all he said. “What?” Dristan asked, more insistently, but they continued to ignore him. “Yo, Lance,” Leo called over to where Lance was mounting his bike beside Aiden. “Why didn’t you just hook him up with the spare roll instead of giving him your old rusty pieces of crap?” “They’re not rusty,” Dristan muttered, and Jesse snickered. Lance silently flipped Leo off, making him cackle. “Guess he really does like you,” Leo said when he looked back at Dristan. Quieter now, just for him and Jesse to hear. “Welcome to the family, officially,” Jesse added, and the two of them laughed together. Dristan was confused, but before he could ask them what the hell they were talking about, Lance called over to him. “Riss! Come on already!” Dristan rushed to comply. He mounted the bike behind Lance, too excited for the hunt to dwell on Leo and Jesse’s cryptic words.

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Dristan - 1986

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watching Gilmore girls 💗 I love dean BUT just from season 1-3 and I like Tristan (okAy CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY!! ) than Jess and Logan

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