#tw for Tristan

[lesbian-knights-and-tragic-gays]

Alliance

Tristan’s white mare pulled up to the Bent Arrow Tavern just as the sun set behind the trees. The tavern was situated along the main forest trail and has for years now been a resting place for many a weary traveller; the usual patrons being tradesmen, bounty hunters and husbands who went out for milk years ago and never seemed to make their way back home.

Tristan dismounts and his fine leather boots land in a deep mud puddle. He swears profusely as he secures his steed and is still cursing as he makes his way through the pub's threshold.

He flops down dramatically onto one of the barstools, “Sir! Sir! One flagon of your finest mead. This instant”.

The bartender doesn’t look up from the cup he’s polishing, “I’ll be with you in a second”.

Tristan rears back, affronted. “Do you know who I am? This service is wholly unacceptable. I demand to speak with your superior”.

The bartender sighs and sets down the cup, “All right all right, calm down”, he pours the drink, “Here you go pretty boy, try not to choke on it”.

Tristan accepted the drink with a dissatisfied grunt.

Some time and many drinks later, Tristan was loudly sharing, to the few unfortunate conscious patrons at the bar, his tale of woe, “–and then she stabbed me that bitch. Now I’m running all over the kingdom trying to find her deranged ass or my father will be more disappointed in me than he already is and then I’m supposed to marry her! After she stabbed me! Ugh! She’s not even my type. Because, well she’s not even that hot! Not–not that I don’t find women hot… Just that, objectively there are few women who could even remotely be considered good enough for me–”.

Little did Tristan know that there was a hooded figure in a back booth of the Tavern who was listening very intently to his story.

…

Tristan drunkenly made his way back to his horse when suddenly he felt something press against his back. “Don’t move,” said a deep voice from behind him “Tell me everything you know about the princess’s whereabouts”. Luckily for Tristan–while he may be an idiot–he wasn’t a half-bad knight. With one fluid movement, he pulled his sword from his sheath and turned around, meeting the assailant sword to sword.

The assailant was a tall man in a cloak whose sword was levelled at Tristan.

“Who are you now?” Tristan asked, glaring down the length of his sword. He was also swaying slightly, considering that he was still somewhat drunk. “What do you want with the princess?”

The assailant considers Tristan for a moment, then stores away his sword. “My name is Ambroise and I want much the same thing as you, to find her”.

Tristan doesn’t lower his sword, “To what end?” Implores Tristan.

“Well she is the princess. I am sure her parents are willing to pay a fair sum for her safe return”.

Tristan squints at Ambroise; partially out of scrutiny, partially out of drunkenness. “Very well,” Tristan returns his sword, “You shall come with me”.

Now it’s Ambroise’s turn to squint, “What?”

“Well it’s quite simple: We both want the same thing and we will only get in each other's way otherwise. It makes far more sense for us to work together to return her. You get your reward and I get to redeem my honour. Do we have a deal?”

Ambroise considers this for a moment. “Alright”, he replies eventually. They shake on it.

[moonsharky]

ODYCULE ★ TRIO SHOTS S01E01

[caramellles]

"escape from oasis" 1/6

[joseopher]

I THINK WE DON'T TALK ENOUGH ABOUT HOW CALLUM KEPT HIS FAMILY TOGETHER AND HOW IT RELATES TO NOVACAINE.

This is best seen in sacred hospitality but we see it in the rest of the books too.

Callum kept his mom from leaving, from drinking, from suicide. By manipulating her.

Callum kept his sister away from boyfriends who were taking advantage of her. By manipulating her.

Callum helped placate his father (who was not a good man) by making sure all his business deals succeeded. By manipulating clients.

To Callum, his manipulation was what saved his family. Yes, he took away their autonomy but he kept them together. He had to keep them together in his child's mind. They were family. He loved them. He was trying to help them, to fix things because he didn't know how to cope with love because he was never taught how to love so he showed his love by trying to take all their burdens off their shoulders.

This reflects the most in his mother whom he forces to be happy even though he KNOWS people can't be fixed, stating this more than once. People don't stay changed. But he loves his mother so he tries to relieve her of all her flaws and struggles.

THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT HE DOES WITH TRISTAN WHEN HE MANIPULATES HIM.

Tristan states this himself:

CALLUM LOVED TRISTAN SO HE ATTEMPTED TO DO THE ONLY THING HE KNEW HOW TO DO. TAKE AWAY HIS BURDENS. EXCHANGE AUTONOMY FOR PEACE. BECAUSE THAT IS ALL HE KNOWS.

HE WAS LOVING TRISTAN THE ONLY WAY HE KNEW HOW WHICH WAS FLAWED AND AWFUL AND HE KNEW. HE KNEW IT WAS POINTLESS AND IT WOULD END IN TRAGEDY. BUT HE DID IT ANYWAY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO LOVE TRISTAN. AND THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE IT AND HE KNOWS THAT BUT HE WAS LOVING THE ONLY WAY HE COULD.

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND ONE - MATCH 5

LEAH GARMINEBHEL vs TRISTAN CASTELLANE

Leah Garminebhel: @literatureinducedexhaustion

Tristan Castellane: @the-demoness-next-door

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propoganda Content Warnings: Apocalypse, eldritch horrors, neglect, timeline fuckery for LEAH. Physical torture for TRISTAN.

LEAH GARMINEBHEL:

PROPAGANDA: Leah's status as the universe's favourite pain sponge starts with them generally being a nervous wreck when nothing interesting is happening. Their current state, by contrast, is being one of a handful of humans left alive on Earth after 2 separate apocalypses, and, at present, is the only person capable of saving the world, TWICE OVER. They've watched the place they call home be destroyed at least thrice by this point, counting their mother's house, their original base, and their temporary refuge (and there's probably more coming if the canon I'm basing this off of is any indication). They have 3 anxiety disorders for good reason. Their arc includes having to:

- watch the world be engulfed in flames

- fight dragons, skeletons, witches, and other mythological creatures with no magic training

- survive the Count of Monte Cristo dragging them into a mind dungeon

- put up with Thomas Edison at close range

- fight the King of Demons with their bare hands

- survive a reenactment of the Salem Witch Trials but with eldritch horrors

- see a lot a lot of corpses

- parent their younger siblings through a good portion of life, including apocalypse number 1

- watch an alien invasion destroy their home and all life as we know it

- watch their siblings get themselves kidnapped to protect Leah when apocalypse number 2 began

- listen to their parents scream at each other for seventeen hours as a result of said kidnapping, while trapped in a vessel barely larger than a Winnebago

- endure rampant power abuse from their boss

- be isolated from their support system for months due to not having enough magic to keep them all corporeal at once

- destroy 7+ alternate timelines for a chance of bringing their home back

- do all this through some of the worst autistic burnout known to science

- work through deep-rooted self-hatred that was in their brain BEFORE ANY OF THE ABOVE HAPPENED

Leah can no longer function in society. They have no idea what their life will look like after the world is saved. help.

THEME SONG:

TRISTAN CASTELLANE:

PROPAGANDA: okay so this blue eyed bitch boy (he's a sweetie ignore me) is LITERALLY a god's punching bag. spent almost seven thousand years being exactly that bc the god of hatred + hope wanted to prove a point to his enemies. to be clear tristan is just A Guy. normal guy you would find on the street. nothing special about him. apart from the fact hes very pretty if thats ur thing. and he spent. seven thousand years enduring nothing short of Actual Torture every cpl days. and now he's got real severe trauma bcos of it bc... how could he not. like cmon he's LITERALLY a god's punching bag what more can i say. also he's a demipan demiboy so we love a queer king

side note the image i'm submitting him with is by parziivale (same username on all platforms)

THEME SONG:

[naegleria-nfowleri]

My contribution to @folieadeuxserver Whump War!

Can we get 2 points for Team Wild Card?

[skarkkk]

I don't know how to start with Doctor Odyssey.

First,

He killed himself. He killed himself because he didn't want to live with himself anymore, with his addiction, with his marriage. He killed himself because he couldn't stand the idea of this fake perfect relationship anymore and how his fiancée and her mother knew he was struggling and didn't say anything and how this will destroy them and how this relationship that his fiancée wanted to be perfect was literally their downfall. His best friend sleeping with her, him crying over the news, Erik killing himself because that's what suicidal people do when they can't think of another option or ask for help. I really cried when Max comforted Erik and how the actor acted that way and it was relatable, feeling lost. Even though I thought at first that it was because of repressed homosexuality when he married a woman, even him taking off his shoes, standing on the railing of the cruiser and jumping because it was his way of freeing himself from the pain.

Second,

The threesome. I've been talking about their threesome vibes all along here and it happened. Stupid as a wish list and everyone wanting a threesome and my thoughts were "you all want it, do it!" and then Avery offered and they actually did it. When Tristan went in to kiss her and she grabbed his hair, can we agree that this man is submissive? Can we see how the desire was written all over Max's face watching them make out? And then he joined in, and Avery in the middle and oh my god I needed more. Of Max with Tristan, because if this is going to be more than sex I need it to be a threesome where they both love and touch each other, regardless. According to the preview for the next episode, it's going to happen again, during "gay week" and if they don't take the chance to do a scene with Max and Tristan, or one focusing on Tristan as I said before in the style of a man hitting on him and Avery and Max being jealous and that triggering another night. I need it to start with messy and sentimental sex and for them to end up together without problems, she as a doctor, Max as he wishes and Tristan as he wishes. I don't know if ABC will miss the opportunity to really do polyamorous representation or not, but I beg them to at least try.

Third,

A gay week? For fuck's sake, I'm gonna love that. At least one pan person, please, but focusing on that, someone really explores the depths of sexuality in this episode and something like acceptance, and mentions homophobia and how it all leads to Tristan and Max getting together too because there's no other line of thinking. I want it to not just be another comedy episode or one with gay people, but one that's really about us, about queers and has depth and is the perfect episode for an AIDs case and angst. I want them to really take advantage of what this episode can bring to the plot.

Fourth,

We get past Avery and Max so where is Tristan? And what happened to Vivian?

Fifth,

There's not much else to say, in my opinion, so there's an appreciation for the cruise ship staff. Rosie, the co-captain whose name I still don't know, the Captain. They're like family. And speaking of the cruise ship staff and remembering gay week, I heard right when the blond guy from Flash said he was bi, right? That could very well be used as well.

[melonminnie]

Tell me what you feel ! (Btvf x fem! Reader) Angst

TW: implications of suicide

Vincent smiled as he looked at his younger sister, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. "The end!" he exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "See you tomorrow, y/n," he said, waving goodbye and leaving the room.

"I hope you know that everyone here loves you," he hummed after the door closed.

As the girl slept, she heard a voice calling out her name. She woke up to find a boy with brown eyes staring at her. "Y/n!!" he said excitedly, running out of the room. Confused, the girl looked around and saw machines attached to her body. She didn't know why she had them, but somehow, she felt a sense of familiarity.

She removed the tubes attached to her body and slowly walked to the bathroom. As she looked into the mirror, she was surprised to see a much older girl staring back at her. Her hair was brown, her eyes were the same color, and her skin was covered in scratches and bruises. It was as if she had been in a fight.

Despite the shock, the girl felt a sense of nostalgia and sadness. She heard a voice calling out her name again, and she followed it to find an older woman in tears. "You've woken up!" she exclaimed, hugging the girl tightly. "God has answered my prayers! Oh Lord, how I've missed you," she said, tears streaming down her face.

It took the girl a few weeks to learn that she had been in a coma for a year after her brother had drowned her in a pool on her birthday. While she was happy to be awake, she couldn't help but feel like something was missing. She now had to live a life that she never wished for. Her parents were divorced, and she was the oldest daughter instead of the youngest. She found herself yearning to go back to the dream world she had been in.

In her dream, she had people who cared about her and her existence. But in reality, she felt alone and neglected. Her mother had never wanted children, and her father had never acknowledged her or her siblings. It was as if she had never existed in their eyes.

As she tried to adjust to her new life, the girl found herself drawn to the stories of her supposed sister and her love story. She would spend hours reading about their adventures and the love they shared. In these stories, she found solace and comfort, something she could not find in her own life.

The girl found herself standing at the edge of the ocean, her feet sinking into the wet sand. She stared out at the vast expanse of blue water and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. "I hate this so much," she cried out, her voice echoing across the empty beach. "Why did I have to come here? Why did I have to sleep that day and wake up in this nightmare?"

As she stood there, the girl's mind raced with thoughts and emotions. She wished she could turn back time and undo whatever had brought her to this place. She felt a deep sense of regret for the life she had been given, a life that seemed so meaningless and empty. "What's the point of all this?" she asked herself. "Why am I here? What's the purpose of my existence?"

In her despair, the girl began to wade into the ocean, her body moving deeper and deeper into the water. As she swam, her thoughts continued to swirl around her head, like a storm that refused to abate. "Will dying solve this?" she wondered. "Will it all finally end if I no longer exist? Will I finally be reunited with those who actually love me?"

The girl remained in the ocean for hours, lost in her thoughts and emotions. But eventually, she walked deeper into the water, feeling a sense of calm that she couldn’t explain, “I’m sorry” she whispered as she sunk into the water deeper and deeper

I will probably end this here! Thank you for reading mwah!

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 9: OBSESSION

Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

Also No. 29: FATIGUE

Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

Here's Days 9 and 29 of @whumptober 2024, earlier than planned but since Day 5 happens right after this i thought it would make more sense.

Trigger warning for implied non-con and SA,

Compulsion is a horror that doesn't get covered enough so I thought I'd explore it with the first person to use it, or on would be a better way to phrase that.

Quite a time skip for Karma's a bitch,

Set The Originals 3 X 10

Tristan gets revenge and Elijah learns what the other side of Compulsion feels like.

----

“You remember yourself, Elijah Mikaelson.”

It was hard to work out when he was doomed to this, before the needle when into his neck stripping of the powers he had so recently learned to rely on, the protection being a witch granted him from certain vampire powers and poisoning him, or further back, from the moment Tristan had learnt of his change in circumstances months ago.

No he thought, as it took him a moment to readjust to being himself again, Dahlia's spell may have created the opportunity for this hell, but he had earned it all on his own when he learned how to compel.

Moments before he had thought himself a persona assistant named Edward, earnest and excited to work for Mr. De Martel, he had ignored the strange orders unaware he couldn’t have refused them if he wanted to and when Tristan had told him to come to him and look him in his eyes he had.

It was just the latest game Tristan was playing, his first sired had made it clear Elijah was not going to survive to nightfall, after explaining how he could compel him and the side effects of the drug. Even if he escaped and returned to his family the damage would already prove fatal and as his sire line was still intact for the safety of the strix and all those of his sire line he was going to be turned before that. 

This was just Tristan having his fun, getting revenge for the century Elijah had compelled him, beating him in the first place and likely the harm he had caused Aurora.

He blinked as he realised why Tristan had returned him, his phone had been ringing, the one Tristan had ordered to hand over shortly after he had first been doomed by those eyes. 

“Call your brother back and tell him not to bother you for a while, that you have a lead on Hayley, make sure he knows how annoyed you are by his interruption.” Tristan tells him, handing his own phone to him, as much as Elijah tries to stop himself, his body moves and redails the missed call.

Because after showing Elijah he could be compelled, with simple almost innocent demands to stand still and hush, Tristan had given him two more more complex ones

You will address me as sir and follow every order I give you.

Then he had.

His voice is sharp, words sharper as he snaps at Klaus for bothering when he was working to get Hayley back. Inside his head he pleaded for Niklaus to notice something but their relationship hadn’t recovered since Gia so Niklaus takes his cruelties with little complaint and hangs up the phone.

Leaving Elijah alone with Tristan once again, Elijah has a sudden sinking fear that could be the last time he hears his brother's voice but before he could think too much the phone was plucked from his hand and fingers gripped his jaw.

He doesn’t wince as they press down over bruises already forming before they force him to look down at the slightly shorter man.

“You are Edward-” Tristan started, and Elijah could not look from his blue eyes as he found himself falling away again.

—

Tristan watched with amusement at the concentration of Edwards’s face as he read through the report, nothing too important, not that mattered Edward would cease to exist soon and Elijah would be safely locked away.

Once long ago they had shared a desk like this, when he taught the other how to read and write. Taking the task himself, from Lucien as a way to get to know more about his father’s guests and instead he had found himself impressed by the speed Elijah had picked things up.

“It's almost like old times.” Tristan lets himself speak the words out loud, grinning at the reaction.

Dark eyes look at him almost adorably confused because to Edward there is no old times.

It's a look Elijah would never let him see now, wide eyed open and unsure.

“Sir?” Edward asks, unaware he couldn’t call him anything other than that even if he wanted.

He looks into the brown eyes and sees nothing, no recognition to what he's referring to, but also no horror or inner struggle, Edward is confused but pleased by his attention.

He would wonder if deep down Elijah was aware of this but he remembers his time a century of being Elijah and suddenly being himself again.

For a century Tristan De Martell hadn't existed like currently Elijah Mikaelson didn't exist.

When they had designed the drug it had been an utter failure for its purpose, made for the purpose of being able to compel a witch to perform magic made useless as it both cut off the witch from their powers and killed them slowly after just one dose.

An expensive poison at most but when he had gotten the news of his sire’s return to humanity it became the ideal tool.

The text alert tone pulled him away before he thought further on it, he made a show of knocking his glass over as he pulled his phone out smirking as the blood mixed wine spilled over the tablet and onto Edward.

Edward cursed and he stood up suddenly and was split between attempts to prevent himself from getting more stained or the papers, in the end he chose the papers and Tristan watched as more red soaked into the white shirt.

He had made Elijah leave his jacket behind in the alley where he had first caught him.

The message almost removed his amusement, they were ready, he sighed slightly before putting the phone away.

It was a shame for the fun to end so soon.

“Look at you.” he called lightly, causing Edward to freeze his attempts to save the papers and send him an embarrassed look as he seemed to notice the mess he had made of himself.

“Sorry, sir.” Edward a blush rising to his cheeks, Tristan had to bite back a smile that was far more predatory that even Edward could ignore, softening it as he stepped closer. He might as well make the most of what little time he had left when he could leave bruises.

“It’s a good thing, there's an adjoining shower” he told him as he started to unbutton the shirt. 

There was a hesitation as Edward’s mind stumbled, Tristan paid no mind as he worked, it wasn’t like Edward could deny him and besides he had been made for this purpose. He stopped as an idea came to him stepping back to lean against the table, ignoring as he felt the wine start to soak into his trousers. He’d be shaving a shower soon anyway.

“Strip for me.” he ordered and watched as Edward followed without thought.

—

Elijah could feel his body failing even as Tristan’s commands keep him standing as he follows him into the warehouse.

Tristan had wanted Elijah back while they were in the car, not that it had wiped away what his time as Edward had been like, he could feel new bruises and bites all over his body and the dampness from the shower they had shared before the car arrived.

“You should thank me for getting you a change of clothes.” Mr de Martel his boss had joked as they dried off, Edward had smiled, unable to look away from his eyes.

“Thank you.” 

The collar he had paced around his own throat was an insult to injury if Elijah didn’t know Tristan better or had millennia of memories to notice when something was enchanted; however cut off from magic he couldn't work out what the enchantment was.

He was too busy trying to work out the purpose of it to noticed their surrounding until a shout snapped him out of it

“ELIJAH!” Hayley voice jolted him but as much as he wanted to turn, to look at her, check out her injuries, he couldn’t  Keep your eyes on me made that impossible as he followed Tristan into a large room.

Tristan came to a stop and started to talk but Elijah found it hard to pay attention to his words as his slouched despite himself and he found himself leaning against a support beam

“Ah, ah, ah,” Tristan tutted as he noticed, stopping his likely bragging to Hayley and Jackson Elijah noted the second chair out of the corner of his eyes, to turn to him “stand up straight, who said you could rest?”

“Yes sir,” the words escaped him as body straightened against his will.

Elijah longed to bite his tongue and choke to death than utter any words like that again, an inglorious end but Trsitan’s face as he realised he had taken them all with him would be worth it.

You won’t harm yourself unless I order it. Unfortunately Tristan both knew him and was prepared.

“What have you done to him?” Hayley snarled

“You’ve compelled him, how?”Jackson's voice was softer, sounding as exhausted as Elijah felt “he’s a witch.”

“We have a solution for that: a drug that cuts a witch from nature, doesn’t last long and given the aftereffects of it it’s closer to a poison.” Tristan explained 

“You're killing him, but you're still linked if he dies-” Hayley’s voice reminded Elijah the reason he had been caught in the first place, well he knew where they were and the fact they were together made it easier to rescue them

“Only if he stays dead. Which i won't be letting happen. Although I will miss this,” he said to her before turning back to Elijah “Kneel.” Tristan smiled and Elijah’s knees hit the floor before he could even think to fight it.

If only he wasn’t in need of rescuing as well.

“Now stand up.” Tristan said raiding one hand like a puppeteer, not that he was much more than one now as he body followed it up, standing unsteadily, the underlying damage the drug had done must be getting worse, Edward hadn’t felt anything like this.

“Kneel” Tristan repeated and Elijah hit the ground without any grace and hyper aware of new bruises “And up-”

He failed to stop the whine from escaping him. His body shaking despite the compulsion ordering him and his own attempt to stop it.

“Oh!” Tristan sounded delighted as he stepped closer, “Would you like to stay down there?” he asked before adding pointlessly “Elijah, answer me honestly.”

“Yes please sir.” He does, because he couldn’t have lied anymore than he could have refused to answer the moment Tristan asked, the true words he wanted to spit taken from him long ago.

“That’s better,” Tristan crouched in front of him, hand reaching for his hair as if to reward a pet, it wasn’t until the hand tightened as he was forced to meet blue eyes that fear returned, he would have closed his eyes for all the weakness it was but Tristan had taken that from him as well  “you enjoyed that.” Tristan ordered and Elijah can’t stop the gasp that escapes him as a flood of warmth filled him.

Twisted fucker, his first sired was, and he had gotten far to much of a reminder of that in the last few hours. 

He had foolishly been attracted to the hidden darkness while still exploring his new existence and had his own worst drawn out but that was nine hundred years ago, Elijah should have known better than to leave someone like Tristan to wander free with a grudge against him, no matter how much the grudge was warranted.

It was pure childish sentimentality and Tristan’s own version of obsession that had made Elijah a toy for him.

“You are free to no longer follow my orders.” Tristan said unexpectantly, making Elijah blink. 

“Why?” he asked, biting back the urge to add sir to it.

“Because watching the glimmer of hope fade when you realise this freedom makes no difference is something I wouldn't want to miss.” Tristan told him softly “I am going to miss these however.” Tristan said tracing his jaw where Elijah knew his figures had left bruises.

“If we had more time I would have given you a few scars to remember our time.”

Elijah will blame the fatigue caused by the drug and the damage it was causing his body for the slowness that caused him to be taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of a bloody wrist.

“Drink.” Tristan smiled as Elijah did, he knew this was coming and yet the taste of iron was a final stone.

He was going to die, just when he had finally adjusted to being a human again, to being a witch, to being alive.

He was going to break his word to Davina, he couldn’t help her bring back Kol once he was a vampire, he only hoped the amount of his blood and magic they had been collecting would be enough.

The soon freedom from the achieve  Kol’s death wasn’t worth losing everything else and knowing he'd be returning the pain to Freya, with his own death.

“Once you wake up you will use this knife and drink from Mr. Kenner to complete your transition.” Tristan told him, as he pulled his wrist free and handed him the knife, the cut Elijah hadn’t even seen he made healing, “Then those I leave here will escort you to your cell where you will be spending the rest of your life. You can fight but you will lose, after all you’ll just be a new vampire, so young against your betters.” Tristan smirked at him, hand brushing across his face.

Elijah’s hand tightened on the blade’s handle as he could feel the bruises and bite makes heal, and the strange feeling of the blood attempting to heal the damage done by the drug before it failed.

“Before we get to that we have one last thing to do,” Tristan said as he reached into his jacket, Elijah found himself missing his own, he was starting to feel cold but had a feeling it was the damage to his body more than the actual temperature. “I’m not heartless.”

Elijah snorted, getting a raised brow from Tristan before the back of his hand hit him. Elijah swayed on his knees just managing to stay upright even as his body longed to collapse.

“I'm letting you say goodbye to your brother.” Tristan told him as he pulled Elijah’s own phone from his pocket. “It will be the last time you see him, so thank me.”

“Thank you, sir.” the words come out without thought, to his humiliation he had grown too used to following Tristan’s words, he would blame the exhaustion later.

It wasn’t out of any true good sentiment, it was to gloat, for Tristan to show off he won, Elijah would be dead before they managed to find him but he would take it as a last chance to see his brother, to apologise for falling to this.

Besides Elijah knows he would have done the same if he had Aurora, to throw Tristan off his game, Klaus and Tristan were similar in the easiest way to break them.

Tristan smiled at him widely as he noticed his slip up running a hand across his cheek as he found the contact and it started to dial.

Elijah debated quickly over the pros and cons of biting him.

The dialling ended before he made a choice.

“Elijah?” Niklaus’ voice filled the room “Have you found her?”

“Almost” Tristan answered before he could “but he is here, let me show you”

The phone was suddenly held in found of them and Elijah was able to see Klaus’s face, while aware of how close they were Tristan almost draped over him, one hand holding the phone while the other curled around his shoulder so easy to force him to look back at him. 

“Tristan, what have you done?” Niklaus snarled and Elijah tried to keep his eyes on him, memorising his brother's rage, better than the blue eyes he was forced to look into.

“Elijah, smile,“ Tristan told him, and he did, a open smile spreading across his face as panic grew, because this wasn’t- Tristan wouldn't make him-

Oh but he would.

“Niklaus-” he started hoping he could get out words before Tristan spoke again, but he couldn’t pull his face from Tristan’s grip and escape his eyes

“Now turn to your brother and say goodbye.”

“Goodbye.” he parroted growing panic as he couldn't say another thing before he was forced to look back at his first sired.

No, not in front of them, don't make Niklaus watch, it was bad enough he was going to be forcing Freya to feel his loss again.

“Slit your throat.” Tristan told him, almost a lover’s whisper before letting him go to stand up. 

“NO!” several voices shout but they mean nothing as the command settles in Elijah’s mind.

The hand raising the blade anyway, he tried to angle it to cut against the leather around his neck but as the last hours had proved he had little control as the blade slid across the skin above it, cutting deep.

He choked on blood and the loss of his air as the warehouse dimmed.

He saw Tristan grin down at him as he watched him die, the phone in his hand reminding him that Niklaus was watching.

He was human for barely six months and the last taste in his mouth is still iron. 

He sees Tristan’s lips move, reads his lips 

As much as he hates causing Hayley’s pain, he’s thankful her scream covers Tristan’s final words to him.

“Good boy.” 

[moltolavoro]

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

❛ no, don't, that's so embarrassing -- ❜ but max has already hung up, so tristan just has to...wait it out. he sits on the edge of the curb, chin resting on his knees and expression absolutely miserable. the thing is that he normally does really well on a night out but something's just...off. bad, in a way he can't explain.

then there's a car, and tristan's body gets into it but tristan's brain doesn't remember doing it. he curls up in the passenger seat and looks at max and doesn't make any kind of move towards the seatbelt or the open door. ❛ i'm not even that drunk. ❜ it's not an insubordinate whining cover - it's a genuine report. and if tristan thinks about it too long there were two drinks on the bar and he thinks maybe he took the one that wasn't his and there's a chance that's contributing to the floaty, not-quiet-in-his-body feeling and -- ❛ i don't know where my phone is. ❜

[bluuscreen]

low effort buddyshipping doodles but gradually more effort was put into each one. somehow.

[moonsharky]

ODYCULE ★ TRIO SHOTS S01E02

[conicalcrowd]

I'll be back when you least expect it and Hell's coming with me

Happy birthday, Honda!!!

[cantheywinthehungergames]

@rockett-to-the-purple-moon

Tribute Name: Tristan "Thlay" Thorn

Age: 15-18 (documented age range)

Restrictions: No magic of any kind (this is covering my bases for skimming through the wiki article)

Note: I am aware of the allegations surrounding Neil Gaiman and do not condone any of his actions, whichever are true. However, I do stand that it is possible to separate a work from its author unless it is too closely tied together (which is the case with Harry Potter). As such, I am allowing this submission.

If you would like to see a character aged 12-18 enter the Hunger Games, please submit them through my asks. 19+ aged character submissions are currently closed.

Please also look at my pinned post for submission rules as well as a list of previously submitted characters prior to submitting your character.

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND FOUR - MATCH 1

THE HERO vs TRISTAN CASTELLANE

THE HERO: @technoria

TRISTAN CASTELLANE: @the-demoness-next-door

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propaganda Content Warnings: Physical torture for TRISTAN.

THE HERO:

PROPAGANDA: while their story is still a work in progress the main important detail about them is that they are so fucking doomed to fail their one main goal no matter how close they get to success and this is driving them absolutely batshit. video game protagonist that lost the job of player character to some mass produced level 1 enemy. not once have i drawn them happy

THEME SONG:

TRISTAN CASTELLANE:

PROPAGANDA: okay so this blue eyed bitch boy (he's a sweetie ignore me) is LITERALLY a god's punching bag. spent almost seven thousand years being exactly that bc the god of hatred + hope wanted to prove a point to his enemies. to be clear tristan is just A Guy. normal guy you would find on the street. nothing special about him. apart from the fact hes very pretty if thats ur thing. and he spent. seven thousand years enduring nothing short of Actual Torture every cpl days. and now he's got real severe trauma bcos of it bc... how could he not. like cmon he's LITERALLY a god's punching bag what more can i say. also he's a demipan demiboy

THEME SONG:

[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