#tristan musings

[cuteteacakes]

{🗡️} - "A-ah, are you always so..." Audible gulp. "Affectionate?"

[lionofchaeronea]

Tristan and Iseult meet at the fountain, while King Mark, above, spies on them. Detail from an ivory casket panel, made by an unknown artist in Paris in the 1340s. Now in the Louvre.

[the-perverse-library]

Butt Staring - Tristan had found the copy of the game Lands of Luste in the library. He was gonna ask Sally if she had played it before, but seeing her putting the books on the lower shelf kinda distracted him.

@worldsoflustandwonder

Sally smirked as she felt someone's eyes land on her ass and stay there. She licked her lips as she arched her back and pushed her ass up and out, causing her denim shorts to groan as they tried to keep her fat ass contained.

"Well, ~hello~ there, darling; how can I help you today?" Sally flirtatiously asked as she blew a kiss to the dark-haired man shamelessly ogling her ass. "Oh~! Lands of Luste is my favourite. In fact, and I don't mean to brag, but I've even 1000% completed it." Sally purred as the store shivered, revealing posters and novelisations of her run-throughs of the game and some of the characters from the game. The biggest was a poster displaying a woman who looks nearly identical to Sally eating out a Desdemona on a pile of treasure, another was of a redheaded barbarian with a fat horsecock gaping and ruining Rubuzza's pussy, and even a picture of a fat-assed, redheaded rogue strapped to the underside of Brahna as she rides into battle.

"Y'know... we could go in the back and play it together if you really wanted." Sally offered Tristan as she finally, but slowly, got off of her knees.

[lailyn]

The thought of Callum Nova suffering everytime he uses his powers, and knowing that he keeps it to himself because he doesn't think anyone will care or that he doesn't deserve to be cared for breaks my heart...of course, being the whump writer that I am, I have a bajillion hurt/comfort Novacaine fic ideas, but am terrified of writing them because there is no way I can ever emulate Olivie Blake's beautiful, uber-deep, thought-provoking prose. It's devastating.

[townofcadence]

Artair is like the "no take, only throw" dog when it comes to memes, except it's no vulnerability, only help others fhfjdj

[bakawitch]

Trigger

Back to the muse au!

Honda is just a magic military gun man design wise, not much to expand on that. So far, I have given every single muse a symbol/pupil shape, and truth be told, I struggled a bit with Honda's. I already had his concept and name picked out, but I had no idea what symbol I could use to tie into it. Eventually, after a really weird train of thought, I ended up landing on a cog! Which kind of made him end up looking steam punky, but I don't necessarily hate it.

Next up, his powers! As a magic gunman, he can obviously make shots that should not be physically possible, and he has access to infinite amo. This doesn't have much to do with adrenaline as a concept, but I figured it was worth a mention. As for his more on theme powers, he has the ability to speed himself up to a degree where it almost appears like he's teleporting. (Think Takajo Jojiro from Charlotte, but with more precision.) He can also shoot special bullets that induce a sudden surge of adrenaline in whoever it hits, this could be useful when civilians are needed to evacuate fast from a battle field, or when one of his team mates starts to run a little low on energy.

🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

This is literally my second time drawing Honda, and I am not confident enough with the results XD. Originally, he was supposed to be Jonouchi's coworker, but not anymore, I guess! Now he's the team's insider with the police. Speaking of which, I finally finished the main team! I still need to come up with a team name for them, though... I'm open to suggestions if anyone has any ideas XD

Next up, the teams first major adversary!

[archxngxl]

Closed Starter

Baltimore, Maryland.

Tristan never thought he would step back into this god forsaken state line, but here he was. The reasons for his return were even more grim. Garrett Jacob Hobbs, the man known as The Minnesota Shrike was recently killed by a FBI profiler. The former had taken the lives of eight young women, and displayed them in grotesque fashion. Tristan's information up until this point was from the news and articles on a well known true crime website.

Jack Crawford, a respected FBI agent and a close friend of Tristan's, had personally asked him to return. The situation was getting out of hand, and connections to other serial killers began to pop up. Connections Tristan wished stayed buried. Out of respect for him, Tristan accepted.

Being back was strange. Not the good strange, the kind that brought up nostalgia and the longing for the old days. It was suffocating. The air around him threatened to crush him, his heart continued it's rapid drumming in his chest. Tristan stepped into the precinct, hands stuffed into his pockets. Bland, white walls and white light greeted him. Everything was down right depressing.

But respect for Jack was not the only reason for his return. It was much more than that. The Chesapeake Ripper, was rumored to have some sort of connection to the Hobbs case. Jack and Tristan had a long history with this particular monster, and the chance of revenge was too much to pass up for Tristan. The man knocked on the door, hand already on the handle before he could answer. Tristan stopped mid-way. There was someone else in Jack's office, a man he did not recognize. "Sorry, I'll stop by later-" The southern man tried to say, but Jack dismissed it. "No, no come in."

Jack Crawford was seated behind his desk, elbows rested on the flat surface. "Tristan, glad you made it." He said, in his usual professional courtesy.

"Agent Monroe, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He's a psychiatrist assisting us in the current case." // @mettleborn

[virtueofsanityx]

cont. from here! @ofginjxints

"do you want to sit?" donny moved over a little on the couch, a hand coming up to grab the one that brushed his shoulder, head turning just long enough to brush lips against the knuckles before he was turning back to his work again. tristan was likely to chuck him in the bin one day, sick of his endlessly broken promises about getting his schedule in order and finding ways to take more time off. he had been a workaholic before they'd met, and those habits hadn't died since they had. "maybe i can take a break, we can flip on the tv for some mindless noise, or... something." he was trying, trying to be a better partner and a better man, but that damn report was looking at him, mocking him for even the idea of setting it aside. "are you angry with me?"

[tristanxtaylor]

Congrats, Joey (or in this case fuck you Joey) you actually got Tristan of all people to cry

[sennenpharaoh]

He squeezed Atem's hand back gently. He knew Tristan was being a bit harsh but he was doing it out of how much he cared. Though he did jump when it was directed at himself. "Yes, I will, promise." He replied. Once at their destination he shook his head.

"I think we got it but Tristan? Thanks for getting us." He offered a small smile. "We do need to catch up, under better circumstances." Turning, he put his arm around Atem again.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"We do, Yug. But right now.... Just... take care of yourself. Both of ya. You know I'm a phone call away." Tristan got back in his car and gave a slight wave as he drove away, leaving Yugi and Atem by themselves.

Atem, still a bit down from the scolding from Tristan, gave a nod and leaned against Yugi as they headed to his apartment. Once opened, he slowly hobbled (using both the crutch and Yugi for support) to his bed and sat down.

"It... definitely feels good to have a soft bed again." Atem forced a smile, shifting himself to a laying position on the bed. "Thanks again, Aibou, and..." He wanted to apologize again, realizing how his actions, while yes in self defense, did make everyone worry. But then he remembered Tristan's words and bit his tongue for now. He was safe at home, finally. Holding onto it would do nothing, even if he did feel awful about what he did.

"Never mind. Just... thank you."

[cuteteacakes]

{🗡️} - "STAY AWAY FROM MY PRINCESS, YOU!!"

{🐗} - "????????"

[desi-girll]

tristan dugray reminds me of someone i used to know. his smile, precisely.

[elvisqueso]

finally reading a basic translation of gottfried's Tristan and i'm obsessed with how he's essentially starting with a "don't like, don't read :p" disclaimer

[pinkpcny]

open to m / f / nb.

" i'm not here to be your friend or wipe away your tears every time you get upset. i'm here to keep you safe, that's it. pull yourself together. "

[townofcadence]

One of my favorite things about rping on tumblr is the dash commentaries and getting to engage each other even out of threads! I used to do it all the time and I want to try and do it more often since it's such a fun part of the experience. In relation! If you have any dash commentaries in relation to me, please feel free to tag me in the post or in the tags!! i don't want to miss anything and it makes me happy, so please don't worry about it bothering me or anything like that ^^

[arthurtristankingsmen]

I'm getting absolutely onslaught by spam bots, but for some reason it's like. Only this blog? And I've checked my follower list for any I missed or any that are like those empty ones with a default pfp that i read could be entryways to my blog on a post from a few months ago, but i swear every time i open tumblr, this specific blog has even more spam and it's baffling as it is irksome