#tristan oc

[khazadspoon]

I was gonna nap but I felt like writing so here have some terribly sad OC stuff. Jonah and Tristan are mine, Hale belongs to @westernmeowmeow

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The headline stared up at him in glaring black print.

Notorious outlaw dead : Hale Gladwin hanged on Texas border.

For a moment he felt nothing. He stared at the paper, no thoughts in his mind, and then-

“Jonah?” Tristan walked to his side, a warm hand on his shoulder. “Oh. Oh God, Jonah I-”

He turned, feet moving without any reason behind them, and walked to the wagon. The paper crumpled in his hands.

“Take me home.”

His voice sounded weak, far away even in his own head. The town faded to a high pitched humming and Jonah couldn’t feel his fingers. He couldn’t feel anything, not even the worn wooden seat underneath him.

Tristan climbed onto the wagon and urged the horses on. The ride was relatively short, but before they could make it to the farm Jonah felt bile rise in his throat. He grasped blindly at Tristan’s arm and hissed; “stop the wagon.”

The horses protested the sudden change, but the wagon slowed to a stop. Jonah stumbled from the seat and fell to his knees, acid in his mouth as he vomited on the hard ground, tears stinging his eyes as he heaved. It hit him like a punch to the chest. He threw up again, nothing left inside, but his body insisted it had to happen. His stomach muscles cramped, his nose ran, an utterly humiliating display of pain he was powerless to stop.

“Jonah,” he heard his husband murmur by his side, only just noticing the warm hand rubbing his back. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

The rest of the journey was a blur. Trees passed, their leaves dull and unmoving, but then all colour seemed to have drained from the world. Jonah floated like a sailor thrown from his ship, waiting for rescue but knowing only the terrible, cold depths of the water below would greet him.

Hale was dead.

Hale was dead.

Hale was never coming back.

Tristan’s voice was muffled as he ushered Jonah into the farm house. His hands were warm, impossibly kind and gentle, but Jonah felt only cold as he sat at the kitchen table. He thought if he looked up he would see himself sat there, some terrible empty shell of a man clinging on to a newspaper and seeing nothing of the world around him.

Hale was dead.

He didn’t eat that day. He didn’t weep like he thought he would when the inevitable happened. Tears stung at his eyes but never fell. Grief settled over him like a thick, scratchy blanket, dulling his senses and blotting out the light. He moved from room to room with no thought, no aim, and found himself sitting on the guest bed cradling that damned newspaper as though the words writ large on the front page would somehow change if he gripped it hard enough.

Part of him knew Tristan was worried - he heard his husband call his name, offer him food and water, felt himself lifted and carried to their bed, but it was all so far away. When he slept, all he could see was Hale dangling from the gallows, all the brightness of his eyes gone, all the vitality of him drained away.

He woke to find himself curled into a ball, his muscles aching from how tightly he held himself there.

On the third day he wept so hard he thought he would never stop. It hurt. Everything hurt. Every inch of him was tired beyond measure but he couldn’t stop.

Hale was dead.

He walked to the rise beyond the farm and stared at the sunset. His hands longed for something to hold on to, something sharp to grip, and he avoided the kitchen when he returned. Tristan hovered with an aching sadness on his face Jonah couldn’t bring himself to see.

On the tenth day, he ate a full meal. Tristan smiled at him, and he smiled back. It hurt to smile, as though he was being punished for any glimpse of happiness he might feel.

On the third week he laughed. He still avoided a particular drawer in the kitchen, but he could sleep in their marriage bed without guilt.

Hale was still dead.

But Jonah was alive. Tristan was alive. Their life together still had miles to go and Jonah would be damned if he let that slip away. Hale wouldn’t have wanted him to-

Hale was dead.

Grief came in waves, sometimes like the tide coming in, sometimes like a great wave crashing against a cliff. Parts of Jonah crumbled into that sea of grief. He didn’t know if they would ever come back. He didn’t know if he wanted them to. The scar his grief left behind was a marker that showed he had loved a man so deeply it had changed him.

Hale was dead, and Jonah was left behind to mourn a man he never said he loved out loud.

And when a horse and rider approached the farm, grief and rage became a storm, whipped up by love and longing into a typhoon.

[buttered-toasty]

In the interest of idk I feel like posting here here’s a wip hopefully I’ll actually post a full piece at some point bc I can put oc lore in the caption

[mewtatedbunnies]

Tristan in chapter 15:

[ghostofsnails]

Very normal about tristan vik disventure camp Would recommend letting me within 100 feet of them

[zer0wlet]

It's been too damn long since I've drawn my favorite stoner cat Dasha!! (Feat. Tristan cameo)

[akelafang]

Can't help but imagine Arthur and Merlin playing matchmaker for their children the way Violet Bridgerton does hers. Arthur introducing them to people he thinks they'll take an interest in. Merlin subtly pushing them to the right action when courting drama pops up. Both of them ensuring that, while there are some matches that are more beneficial for the kingdom, their children know that their parents will not force them into a marriage they are not happy with and it's okay to choose a love match over an alliance with a neighboring kingdom

Will: Papa you're not mad about me choosing Bonnie over Princess Lola are you? Arthur: Son I changed several laws so that I could marry my manservant, I have no room to judge. At least Bonnie's the daughter of 2 knights, the council will have much less to complain about compared to my choice of spouse. My only issue is did she have to be Gwaine's daughter?

Merlin: Tell me, is there a reason you tend to throw Sir Moris around on the training grounds so much? Morgan: If this is your way of asking if I fancy Sir Moris and I'm pulling his pigtails instead of dealing with it properly then I'm sorry to tell you but you're off the mark on this one mama. I have more maturity than my lizard-brain little brothers. Merlin: Then why do you always push yourself so much harder when he's at training? The only other difference is that when he's not there his sister's not...oh Morgan are you trying to show off to Elise by beating up her brother when she watches training? Morgan: ...Maybe. Merlin: Alright, let me give you some advice on how to charm her without sending her family members to see Gaius.

Random Lord: My son has quite the talent for forging and metalwork. He's been asking to become an apprentice for my local smith. Arthur: Really? My second son Tristan is a talented bladesmith, he makes all his weapons himself. We should introduce them to each other.

Merlin: You certainly don't look ready for tonight's feast Freya: I'm not going down I'm...feeling sick Merlin: Ah, I'm quite familiar with this sickness. However you're not going to find the cure by moping in your bed all night. Freya: But going into the banquet hall will only make it worse. How can I face Lady Roslin after today? She hates me. Merlin: Did she say that? Freya: ... Merlin: Well her family leaves tomorrow, tonight might be your last chance to find out for sure

[orphanheirs]

Thanks @indoorghost for tagging me!! So fun!

Choose one of your characters/OC's (one that has a name) and go to pinterest and search "[Name]core" and build a 6-9 picture moodboard for the character based on what shows up. Then tag the same number of people as pictures you chose.

Here's some of the results I culled from "Tristancore"...

Lol pretty on point.

Tagginnnnnggg: @theeccentricraven, @gioiaalbanoart, @transthadymacdermot, @spideronthesun, @zinabug-writes, @gaslightwestern, @avaseofpeonies, @risingshards, and @ceph-the-ghost-writer !

[rainwingmarvel7]

Lord Kaleb Dormaire and his children by Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Ser Tristan Dormaire and Princess Therese Targaryen

I recently got this wonderful commission of my HoTD OCs from my upcoming fic, Soaring Higher, done by the lovely @murmel-malt, and I’m so incredibly in love with it!❤️

[aries-2256]

I have to yell more about Tristan

He's one of my current dnd PCs, a transmasc rogue and all around goofy goober. He fucking died two sessions ago and the possibility was floated abt him coming back as a Reborn, as illustrated here: (I was just spitballing in this sketch)

What ACTUALLY happened was both way more tragic and hilarious (to me): revival magic BROKE the spell cast on him that trans'd his gender,,,, and now he looks like this:

Needless to say, this has not been a fun time for him. He spent 2 days hiding in his room from everyone out of pure embarassment.

Everyone pls tell him he's still handsome and that you care him, thx.

[bogchampion]

everyone shut up i'm gonna look at this comm forever now!!!!!!

benny gecko fnv and my courier tristan <3 they are sappy lil romantic dweebs together

lines by @abyssalzones and colors by @bakedbeanz

[askneftis-sam]

Wanted to draw something related to the most Halloween-themed episode in the series xD, I just love how everyone is dressed up as their fave card 🥰 (yes, Sam's fave card is Cosmo Queen).

Sam and Iris have been together for two years by this point and have the switching bodies deal more developed :B, so in Duelist Kingdom Sam doesn't really change with Iris until this duel, where Ryou and Sam were the ones dueling at first (with the rest excited to see them dueling for the first time). Once Yami Bakura traps them in cards, both Iris and Yami Yugi wake up and are shocked to see each other, Yami Bakura tells them to team up for the duel so he can trap Yami's soul as well if they lose. It’s a funny duel where Yami and Iris argue quite a lot because of their clashing strategies, you can be sure Bakura was laughing his ass off at them most of the time, their teamwork was terrible xP.

[khazadspoon]

OK ONE MORE THING BEFORE I GO TO BED

I wish I would draw them so I could show you how beautiful they are in my head. I don’t know how old they are shush it’s fine.

[darksaiyangoku]

HellGoku Stories: RWBY x Witcher

One Awkward Moment

Jaune grunted as his arms were strung up together by rope, wearing nothing but his torn, maroon trousers. Standing in front of him was his wife, Yang, wearing a tight yellow corset, white lace underwear and long, brown leather boots. In her hand, she held a small whip and she started slowly rubbing it on his abs, making him shudder.

Yang: *giggles* I love it when you make those noises for me, sweetheart. *kisses him softly* Mmmm~ Mmm~

Jaune shuddered more into the kiss as he felt his chest being caressed by his lover, Blake, who wore long, silk gloves, a black breast bandage wrap and laced black underwear. She pushed herself against Jaune's back and peppered his neck with kisses.

Blake: You have been such a good boy for us that you deserve a reward.

Jaune: Oh? And what would that be?

Yang: A lovely night with two, ravishing beauties. *winks*

Blake: And we'll make sure you scream so loud, the entire Kingdom of Vale will hear it. *firmly grabs his ass*

Yang: Now relax *leans in and whispers* and enjoy~

Yang cupped Jaune's face again and kissed him. She pressed her tongue deeper into his mouth. Blake, meanwhile, wrapped her fingers around Jaune's neck and began to gently choke him. He felt his entire body tingle as the girls continued to play with him. It was pure bliss.

Tristan: *opens door* Mother, I can't find the biscuits- AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!

Yang and Blake jumped away from Jaune as they heard Tristan's screams. The young boy closed his eyes and quickly raced out of the room.

Tristan: SOLIEL!!!! MOTHER AND AUNTY BLAKE WERE HURTING FATHER!!!!!!

Yang: *blushing* Crap! Crap! Crap! *grabs clothes and runs after Tristan* Tristan, it's okay! We're only playing together is all!

Jaune: ...please tell me you know a spell to erase memories.

Blake: *shakes head* Nope.

Jaune: Fuck.

[mewtatedbunnies]

Tristan: *exists*

Dorian: I’m gonna fuck him up just like my parents fucked ME up

Elliott: I’m not sure that’s possible.

[asterefflores]

Does all variants of cale and krs get head kisses from tristan? Like say mini versions that ended up there ..... toddlers and teenagers .... just asking coz u know i remember reading he treats all his kids equally and well the cymgp versions got kisses too even though they r technically not his so like does every version get a kiss or do they need to be highly traumatized first. I got traumatized kids too..... but i wanna pretend i am nicer to fictional characters so like is trauma a necessity to be qualified to get kisses from the best dad award winner or they can get ut even if they fine-ish.

Asking for research purposes 🤓

Well, based on the plot in my fic, the world they're in is the main and initial one, while the other worlds are part of it because of the shattered part of the world rock. To Tristan, any Cale and Krs in other worlds originate from his kids' souls in the main world. Following this logic, he considers them all his kids. Even if there were villain versions, he'll teach them a lesson then hug them lol,,

[a-aexotic]

✫𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆, i can see you.

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 cursing, mention of partying, lecturting, sarcasm ✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 hey guys! i hope you enjoyed the prologue. please show your love by liking and/or reblonging, they are very much appreciated. i am so beyond excited for this series and hopefully i meet my deadline lol. everything will be complete as of october 1st, 2023! ✫ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (send an ask or comment to be added!) main masterlist. gilmore girls masterlist. playlist.

Manhattan was the type of city where you either love it, or hate. There is no in-between and depending on if you love or hate it, describes who you are as a person.

Y/N Cromwell loved Manhattan. She was as classy and sophisticated as they come, she doesn't own anything that wasn't designer or specially made for her. I mean, if you lived like that, you would sure as hell love it as well.

Y/N lived her life to the fullest, taking YOLO a little too seriously. Her mother, Nancy Cromwell, is a world-renowned fashion designer and she is never home. And when she is home, she is usually tucked in her office, away from the world and her daughter. But, she learned to adapt without her mother and she was slightly okay with her not being around as much as she used to.

Filling her closet with expensive purses and even more expensive perfumes, she lived like royalty. Her mother never set financial boundaries for her, so she spent as much as she wanted. She usually got away with everything. Key-word being, usually.

Y/N sat at the edge of her huge bed, tuning out the lecture she was getting from her mother. She tried to listen and nod but it wasn't an easy task to do for more than 5 minutes.

"—an irresponsible girl! I am tired of it, Y/N. Always going out with those girls, not playing attention in class or-"

That was where she stopped and corrected her. "I do play attention mom, how else would I have a 4.0?"

Her mom stopped her lecture and sighed, rubbing her temple frustratedly. "Is that the only thing you got from my whole talk?"

She sat up with a bright grin. "Well I'm not gonna let you sit here and lecture me about something that I hadn't done. I do pay attention."

"This isn't about school-"

"Then don't bring it up." Y/N said simply, smiling at her mother's vexed expression.

"Listen, Y/N, one more mess-up and you're done I'll send you to live with your father in Connecticut."

Y/N had no reaction whatsoever to the meaningless threat. Her mother always throwing that threat left and right, there was no way she'd actually go through with it.

Y/N feigned understanding and her mother sighed with a nod. "Got it, young lady?"

"Got it, ma'am." She mocked slightly before her mom finally gave up, walking out of her room. That was when Y/N finally let out an agitated groan, before taking out her flip-phone and clicked her friend's contact.

It rang before it finally picked up. "Hey, honey!"

"Are we going to Daniel's party or what?"

"I thought you were grounded, Y/N/N."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "That's not stopping me, Lindsay. We going or what?"

The black Prada glasses and sour expression sitting on Y/N's expression was very telling. She was either hungover or high right now—but unfortunately for her, she was neither at the moment. She was sitting in Hartford Airport waiting for her father's, now late, arrival.

Her mother's words kept replaying in her head. "One mistake in Connecticut and I'm sending you the Netherlands. And no, not the cities—the countryside." That alone sent shivers down her spine, having to live without electricity and texting. How can anything be worse than that?

Y/N had to get her act up. If she didn't, she would have to live among cows and pigs. She decided she was going to try her best to sell the 'good girl' act to everyone, whether they believed it or not.

She finally sees a familar face walking up to her. She let out one last annoyed groan silently before getting up and putting on her best smile. "Daddy!"

Her father immediately grinned, opening up his arms to give his finest bear hugs. "Sweetheart, how've you been?" He immediately paused. "That's, uh not a good question. Nevermind. How are you dealing with everything?"

He knew how dramatic his daughter could be. She loved New York and getting sent away would surely spark some anger in her and he did not want to be on the receiving end of it.

Y/N slid up her sunglasses to face her father. "I'm doing well. I think this is good." God, this sounded unnatural and wrong. She wasn't happy and she sure has hell doesn't think this will be any good for her. "To be away from the City will some good for me, being around my old... friends will surely make me feel better."

Her father looked surprised at her somewhat mature response. "Wow, well I'm glad that's how you're viewing this experience. Good for you, Y/N. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, dad. I really am trying, I'm glad you see that." Another lie. She almost felt bad for deceiving her father.

Well, that was until she got home. As they pulled in the house—it was exactly how they left it. Her father usually spends the summers with her in Manhattan so she hasn't seen this house in almost two years. It brought back so many memories. But she couldn't sit on the nostalgia because it quickly flooded away as she was struck with confusion. There was a slightly familiar woman standing outside the home, waiting for their arrival.

"Who's that?" Y/N sat up a little straighter in the passenger seat, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Well, uh honey I've been waiting for a right time to tell you this..." Her father swiftly put the car parked in driveway, turning face to face with Y/N. "I'm—well, we... we're engaged."

"Who’s we?" I asked I look outside the window to the mysterious woman standing on the porch.

Her father paused as his expression changed from excited to slightly agitated. "Your mom hadn't mentioned me dating Kristian?"

"You hadn't mentioned it either." You swallowed nervously. Her father was dating (and now engaged) to someone she'd never heard about from neither of them. She felt a little dread because she suddenly felt out of the loop.

Her father sighed. "Let's talk inside, honey."

Her father got her luggage and the lady greeted her politely and she did the same. At this point the only facts she knew was A. her name was Kristan, B. she looks a little familiar, and C. she's blonde.

As her father put her stuff back up in her old bedroom, they both sat in the living room awkwardly waiting for her father's arrival. He finally walked down the stairs and sat next to Kristan, putting an arm over her shoulder. Wow, he's really serious about her.

"So..." Y/N started the conversation. "You're engaged."

He cleared his throat. "Me and Kristan have been engaged about two months now and we've been dating a year and a half." And he somehow failed to mention anyone when he called or visited.

Y/N kept her slight disappointment to a minimum as she nodded politely. He seemed genuine about her and she knew she'd be an even more terrible daughter if she started a fit. He was happy and that's all that matters... at least that was what she was trying to convince herself.

Y/N got up from the couch and cleared her throat, putting on her pageant queen smile. "I'm, uh Y/N Cromwell."

Kristan laughed softly before doing the same while extending a hand. "I know that, sweetie. I'm Kristan Dugray, pleased to meet you."

Dugray... Dugray... Where had she heard that name before? Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she thought until her question was finally answered.

The front door opened suddenly and she whipped her head to make eye contact with... Tristan Dugray? Oh, so that's where she's heard that name!

Y/N couldn't control as her mouth flew open. She also couldn't control the words that came out of her mouth as she saw him. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me."