#c: Tristan

[void-botanist]

hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Time to answer this one finally! I think I'll talk about Nicea, where the entire crew has 2+ bedrooms.

Declan: he has the largest private room on the Nicea, but that's not saying much. It stays pretty neat because there's just not a lot of stuff in there, but he has a collection of ship pens, stationery, and books. His bedroom at the office is less neat and holds most of his clothes, but because he literally just repurposed an office room it's pretty spartan. His bedroom in his suite at his mother-in-law's, which is a remodeled shed, is not that big but it's very cozy and messy because A) he actually uses it when he's there, and B) it holds all of his art supplies that aren't in his small traveling collection, like all of his paints and canvases, and a bunch of random detritus, mostly in his desk drawers. The one thing you will not find in any of his rooms is a photo of Cady, because he can't stomach the thought of just seeing that. He gave his one photo album to Tristan for safekeeping.

Tristan: her room on the Nicea is the standard not-that-big size, and she keeps not very much in there. What is there is usually in stacks, except for the mini calendar and picture of her and Gil tacked to the wall over the desk. Her room at home, though, is set up to be as cozy as possible, with walls that are a soft dark blue, dark floral curtains, padded rugs, and ample dresser space so the drawers actually close when everything gets left in a wad in there. There's not much else in the way of decoration, though, because this is a room for sleeping.

Rodney: he keeps the most things in his room on the Nicea, because he has more than a couple clothing items there (he never wears the flight suit), and three books that he's reading, and his tablet, and four chargers, and seven data cables, and his laptop, and his fuzzy blanket, and his ship slippers, and some space M&Ms, and thirteen colors of nail polish and an entire nail kit, and previous issues of the Svando's magazine that he's forgotten about. He has a full-size calendar on the wall and also is slowly accumulating pictures there, mostly of him, Isabel, and Spinder, and places he's been. He keeps everything pretty neat on the whole, but he's always in the middle of something. By contrast he has almost nothing in his hotel rooms, but they kind of come already prepared. His room at his mom's house looks pretty empty and tidy because it's infrequently used, but it has various old trophies and rocks and drawings and stuffed animals filling it out.

Isabel: her room on the Nicea is always kind of a mess, because she also keeps a small but complete wardrobe there, and she's constantly bringing bags of snacks in and finishing them. She tries to keep her hotel rooms neat for housekeeping, but at her mom's house she will not hear any complaints about her throwing her shit everywhere in her own room, Fay. Unlike Rodney she has updated the decor in her room multiple times, mostly by stripping out the old curtains and putting new posters on the walls. No matter what she does, though, one of the posters is always of a hot guy and one of them is always of a vintage actress.

Spinder: like Tristan, he wears a flight suit on the Nicea, so like Tristan, he mainly has undershirts and underwear as his wardrobe there. Aside from that he keeps very little in his room and most of it in the closet, but he's been considering putting up some pictures or something, which maybe he does prior to leaving on their big trip. He's fastidious about his hotel rooms, partly for housekeeping and partly to avoid wrinkles in his clothes, but he inevitably ends up spreading his shaving kit all across the bathroom counter. At Nieram's house, he also sleeps in a room with built-in shelves full of childhood stuff, half of it his (romance novels, handheld puzzle toys, school art projects) and half of it his older brother Pat's (vintage music paraphernalia, minifigures for games he no longer plays, school art projects), because they shared a room after it became clear Spinder and Michael were not capable of doing so. He doesn't try so hard to keep this room clean while he's there, but he still always hangs up his clothes.

And a bonus, because I haven't talked enough lol:

Tatya: her room on her as-yet-unnamed ship is her main space there, and hers is by far the most decorated ship bedroom. She has a ton of woodburning projects hung up on the walls, with a shelf for her various reading materials and a shelf for knickknacks (they both have plexiglas covers to prevent stuff falling out everywhere), and a little tapestry over her minifridge. She even replaced the lamp covers with something more homey. Her bedroom on Basenaum is similar, except the architecture actually goes with her "rustic" sense of decor. She's somewhere in the middle of the neat-messy spectrum, where she tries to keep things clean but her spaces always look very lived-in.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

#c: Declan #c: Tatya #c: Tristan #c: Rodney #c: Spinder #c: Isabel #wip: nicea

[annabethblossom]

Tasty Treats ~ Tristan & Annabeth

After changing into a cute skirt and blouse, Annabeth packed an overnight bag and and slipped on her heels before making her way over to Tristan's quarters. Once outside his room, Annabeth settled down on her knees, fixing her skirt so that it flared out prettily around her legs and pushed her hair back, smiling as she raised a hand to knock on the door. When it opened, she said, "Good evening, Sir."

@tristanclarington

#c: tristan

[juleshighmcre]

"For someone who's wearing a red band you do seem to be quite taken by that person over there," Jules hinted to where the other had been looking while she'd considered approaching. "Should it be a pink band? Or can I try flirting with you?" she grinned.

@tristanconnolly

#sdhqclosed #event: valentines #c: tristan

[rememberences]

who: @longbowhalllord​ where: the high road, along the western road which leads further into the vale of arryn.

and within the silence that remained between the two men in the quiet rain, there seemed to be a scream. of something stemming from deep within, something ancient and prehistoric; before written history and the concept of civilisation. as though something wished to rear a head through the swirling clouds atop the giant's lance. and that silence continued as though passed through the fortress that was the bloody gate.

"open the gates."

his voice echoed. the sound of rain, the echo over mountains and something within the man seemed to slip from his shoulders the moment they passed through the bloody gate; as though the presence of all those that had ever stood watch upon that gate left with his shoulders. for too long they had lived with the idea that those that wished to dismantle them from within lived only along the outskirts, but since the attempted peace of the late falcon king, they were given the chance to spread within the vale of arryn. before it all.

and now? the bloody gate had finally been taken. been passed through. not by an invading army, but by the shadow of the late falcon that continued to remain a pressing weight at the back of graham royce's mind; as was his innocent daughter, who had found herself at the mercy of those that had been taken in by her father. and here they were now, at the end of a tragic chapter in the vale's history - and the beginning of a new one.

"we have two options. either we stop, break here and change horses, or push on. know i am willing to do either." 

and as he looked upon the lord of longbow hall, he saw a clear change within the man. as though it were up to them to push for the end of t his ancient blood feud. but a change in the eyes, in the face; as though all options had been tried. pushed to the very end.

#c: tristan #tristan 004 #hold fast and we will watch the mountain conquer even the flames; bronze blood and breeze (hunter&royce)

[xwesley]

closed starter for @trismp4

❝jesus fucking christ, you look like shit.❞ he informed the other, entering his place, uninvited, unannounced, but what else is new? he looked fine too, but it wouldn't be wesley if he didn't take the piss. ❝anyways, i came because your fuck ass wasn't answering my texts. this is urgent. what if i'm on my bathroom floor dying, texting you for help? i'd be dead as hell right now and it would all be your fucking fault.❞ frankly, it was way too early for his dramatics. ❝i need you to come run a little errand with me. it's passing by the ugly side of town and i need you by my side to throw you to any potential muggers we may or may not encounter. i have some nose candy too, what do you say, you wannabe jonas brother motherfucker? would you risk it all for little ol' me?❞ to add onto the teasing, he bats his lashes over dramatically, hand on his hip as he purses his lips in the totally hideous, outdated duck face, blowing a kiss in the process.

#❝ ♡ 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 ╱ conversations . ❞ #c: tristan #drug mention tw #like stfu tho asdfghjkl

[hunterclaringtonswitch]

PM: I'm relieved to see your name missing from the roster attached to the field trip going on, Hunter. I'n here, and while I've got a lot of unpacking to do, that can wait. Can I help with aftercare for the people coming back at all? Namely, Archer and Kyla, obviously. (Tristan)

PM: It was definitely a stroke of luck that my trial claim began just before the trip to the Auction house. You'll have to come over to meet Sky. I't nice to see you here, even if the timing isn't the best. We're making care packages for anyone who wants some blankets and snacks after the trip to hole up with.

@tristanclarington

#C: Tristan

[tuckersxwest]

"Dude, Toy Story was one of my favorite movies growing up. Cool costume," he complimented the other with a smile. "Have you got anyone else dressed up as the rest of Andy's Toys with you?"

@tristanconnolly

#sdhqclosed #c #tristan #c: tristan #event: halloween 27

[rosecoloredmaddox]

where; camelot who; tristan @wickedscul​

Rosie didn’t like Tristan’s house. Well, no that wasn’t entirely true. She liked it because Tristan lived there and he clearly loved the place, but it was so large. Maybe he ought to start providing maps. The house elves were really helpful and Rosie adored them but she wouldn’t mind having to bother them less.

“Tris!” She said, lighting up once she saw him. “You’re home! I made you a sweater, do you want it now?”

--

#c: tristan #tristan.1 #tristan mulciber #wickedscul

[thedadsquad]

"Werewolves?" Steve scoffed in disbelief thickly laced with anger. When Peter and Tristan called saying they wanted to meet because they had news about Danny, Steve collapsed with relief.

Danny's been gone months! Very soon after an attack that left him sick and feeling wrong. Steve feared the worst...that the vic that bit Danny had some disease they didn't know about and Danny was out there out of his mind not being tended to or treated. The longer they went without word, the more he feared the worst.

So when two SEALs came to him with leads and without looks of pity and sorry, Steve felt relief. Until he heard the word come out of their mouths.

"Danny's been missing for months! Every day Grace calls demanding updates. The other day when I couldn't answer because I had to work on another case, she came into my office in tears to demand how I could be doing anything else but looking for Danny. Every day that passes I fear I'm going to have to tell her and Charlie I failed to bring Danno home. So fucking excuse me if I'm not in the fucking mood for a terrible joke!"

Tristan and Peter shared a look. Peter held out a file to Steve, all the information about the attack on their team, their status and training inside.

"It's not a joke, Steve. We had to jump through a lotta fuckin' hoops to get you clearance for all this, the least you could do is have an open mind," Peter said, his anger simmering just below the surface. "The only reason we're doing the courtesy of telling you anything about this is for Detective Williams benefit, so that he has someone in his corner other than us."

Tristan ran a hand over his face, his patience thinner than usual due to the full moon coming up. Why Jamison thought it was a good idea to send the two hot heads of the pack to talk to Steve was beyond him.

"As of ten minutes ago Danny was found and is on his way to a safe house so he can learn to control the mess that is being a werewolf. It's a shitty deal, and he's damn lucky he's got a pack full of experience close by," he added, growling softly.

@doctor-sailor-investigator

#v: SEAL Pack Turned Wolf Pack #c: tristan #c: peter

[gallade-x-treme]

he does a little trolling 😜

#Undead Unluck #Latla Mirah #Rip Tristan #S T I C K Y F I N G A

[kiivg]

tell me more about your tav??

.I’m so glad you asked 😘💕, I started fleshing out his backstory a while ago to give him more flavour and more reasoning behind his actions and abilities. And in doing that I half made up the idea of him being an NPC and what his major questline would be (considering I do like having both a Tav and Durge). Since I’m out there solving everyone elses’ problems I could at least have my own, or you know, give Tristan his own.

.Tristan, in his own right, is a bard, he went to bard college (Faerun has those right?) and spent a bit of time as a clown, mostly because it was fun for him and there were many happy parents who were… accommodating, shall we say, moving beyond that after a somewhat disparaging breakup with another bard (whomst he would later return to in Baldur’s Gate as a little cosy scene), he left and went adventuring, leaving his clowning days behind and stepping up as a more vulgar jester. Entertaining his audiences dressed in nothing but painted flesh and beguiling quips, and perhaps becoming far too acquainted with fleeing in the early morning hours to avoid angry spouses. Paint on the bedsheets was an easy tell on exactly who had spent the night there.

.His backstory, beyond his own, is that his Great Grandmother travelled to Thay to sate her appetite for necromancy, she wanted power beyond what she had, being something of an exceptional wizard, but not too exceptional that she could ever be considered the best in anything. There she met Buthek Maszim, a man eager to reach pure lichdom, and she was more than eager to help him for a fraction of his power. Or, so she said to him. In truth she wanted the power of a lich without becoming one herself, she was a wood elf after all, and her life would be long regardless. Buthek, however was only human, and his measly 80 or so years would not be enough for him. During the ritual, she sabotaged Buthek, halting the process and stopping him from obtaining what he had worked so hard for, and stole away parts of his body, hoping instead to command him at her will. His bones were forged into a grand flute that would serve as his phylactery and leash.

.A flute that didn’t actually work as intended. The great grandmother left Thay after the debacle, pregnant, lacking the lich power she desired, and unwilling to admit to her mistakes. She returned home and raised her daughter there. Not exactly giving up on her dream of power, but keeping it all hidden from the rest of her kin. Centuries passed, her daughter had a daughter, and Tristan was eventually born. A baby boy would looked so remarkably half-elven than many questioned who his father actually was. Granted he uses this to his advantage in the future, nobody really thinks he’s a true wood elf outside of his home, and he’s flippant enough to just relax into it. He doesn’t have the stigma of being a forest-dwelling hermit in the cities he yearns to explore, and half-elves, well, they’re easy, aren’t they? And Tristan is so very very easy.

.Now, he left home on his 100th birthday, stealing away into the night to pursue his bardic ambitions, giving himself the name Tristan Yarrow, and taking with him the ancestral flute of his family, amongst other things. The one the nobody knew was made from the bones of a lich in stasis. It’s harmless, right? Right? I mean, he thought so, he didn’t know, he doesn’t know (at least until Act 3) that he’s been carrying around a lich phylactery this entire time, he doesn’t know that every death that was even minutely graced by his music had it’s soul stolen and fed into the ever-waiting ever-strengthening arms of Buthek Maszim. A man biding his time until he could take over Tristan’s body, one half tainted by his own magic, and could finally achieve true lichdom.

.Of course there’s three endings to Tristan’s final quest, one good, one bad, and one considerably worse than bad. But that’s a whole other story.

.On a side note, idk anything about dnd elf names so… for now, him baby 🥰💕.

#Tristan yarrow #tav #answer #anonymous #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #lich #buthek Maszim #sketch #I gotta go to bed AH busy busy #ask me more? yeah do that ;:)c

[void-botanist]

ROY G BIV tag

I'm finally getting to this tag from @autumnalwalker about three months later!

Rules: Search your your writing for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

I'll tag @kk7-rbs, @outpost51, and @sarahlizziewrites, plus anyone who wants to join in!

I found the most colors in Nicea, so:

Red - Isabel

“How did you get here so fast?” she asked in a low voice as she sat down on the closer end of the blanket. He was staying on the inconvenient side of the mountain, significantly further away from the trail than Fay’s house. So he should either be trailing behind her, or she should have seen him on the way up. “I was still at Teagan’s when I messaged you,” he said. “Kara made juice.” “Ah, that explains it.” Well, the juice part explained nothing, but she figured it wasn’t supposed to. She looked out over the fields and pastures dotted with houses below, all glowing a little red in the sunlight.

Orange - Spinder

But the trees half-bent over the road, giving him a chance to high-five a low branch on his way by and send a shower of orange pollen down on his back.

Yellow - Isabel

In the dim kitchen doorway was a distinctly animal shape. It swiveled its head toward her and she froze, remembering that she wasn’t supposed to look directly at it, but knowing from the yellow glow of its reflective eyes that it was already too late for that. It padded toward her with the soft click of canine nails on a hard floor, and as it moved, the corridor lights activated, revealing a full-size gray wolf wagging its tail at her. Her brain refused to give a plausible reason for this until she glimpsed the baby-pink collar around its neck. “Tatya?” she whispered.

Green - Isabel

Fay handed her a wood box that was obviously for wine, given that it had a bunch of wine-related words in the shape of a wine bottle on the front. In fact, it was wide enough for two bottles of wine, which was two more than she wanted to take on this trip. Before she could say anything, Fay said, “It’s not wine, that was just the best box I had. Open it.” She set the box sideways on her lap—it was probably heavy enough to be two bottles of wine—and slid the front cover halfway open. It was almost full to the brim with hard candies, each one wrapped in a different color of plastic, but all of them an amberish green color. “They’re peppermint candies,” Fay said. “You probably won’t need that many for the whole trip, but I thought they would help since you get warpsick.”

Blue - Rodney

The connection cut and he flipped his tablet case closed, setting his coffee in his seatside cupholder before getting up to find Tristan. Walking felt good for three seconds before it just reminded him how tired he was. At the first door to the right of the bridge, he lifted a hand to knock, then noticed the blue page clipped to the door. Couldn’t sleep, took a pill. Fuck.

Indigo

I really don't use indigo as much as I should. Not found.

Violet (Purple) - Tristan

“Well, let me take a look at ground zero,” Ed said. “The rest of y’all can get comfortable in the Svando’s if you want.” When he turned, she saw the overlapping white and purple stars on the back pocket of his sleeveless denim coveralls, and something clicked. “Ed,” she said, falling in step beside him, “you don’t happen to be the same person as Spangle Birrim, do you?” Ed stopped, gave her a good look, then indulged in a full-body chuckle. “You look a little young to know that name.” “Me, maybe, but I’m friends with Von Praegar.” “Von?” A hand fluttered to his breastbone. “That old fucker’s still kicking? Where’s he at now?”

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

#c: Isabel #c: Tatya #c: Spinder #c: Rodney #c: Tristan #c: Fay #wip: nicea #roy g biv tag #tag games #rose writ

[annabethblossom]

Dinner with Sir Tristan. @tristanclarington

Pasta with beef ragu, cheese stuffed meatballs, hearty ministrone soup, tomato and roasted veggie salad and homemade bread.

#c: tristan

[provokedgoalie]

#c #pens #tristan jarry

[rememberences]

who: @longbowhalllord​ where: the eyrie, the kingdom of the vale when: following the coronation of queen ravella arryn, upon hearing of the disappearance of the princess maddalena

The sound of Graham Royce's footsteps echoing within the narrow hallways of the sparkling castle nestled within the Mountains of the Moon was hardly anything new for any to pick up on; for his presence had passed through these stained glass windows time and time again. There was a kinship shared between himself and Lord Tristan Hunter, one that the Hand of the King had respected and valued since prior to his role upon any small council or within any council chamber. There was no denying the importance he placed upon the root and the bond of family and blood, and thus, their relationship and communication continued.

Even though there were times where the man wished Tristan Hunter could offer more to discussions than a disappointed sigh and a knowing look from across a table; despite the fact he no doubt agreed with the man for the majority of the conversations that were held over the council table, he knew the man was the most experienced and the most dependable. He was the essence of the honour of the Vale itself; truthful, steadfast, and utterly loyal.

Still, he made his way toward the apartments of the Master of Laws, briefly seeing the man's son Martyn in the hallway. Lord Royce paused to have a brief conversation with the boy, who no doubt would have heard of the disappearance of his close companion the Princess. When the governess continued on her way with the child, he continued to Tristan's chambers, allowing for the guards to make his presence known before entering the chambers. "My Lord." He greeted, his tone formal; he was always formal upon their first meeting, as though it were part of nature itself for him.

"I have just come across Martryn." Graham spoke, remaining stood with his arms crossed over his middle as the door closed behind them; his eyes looking over the desk. "How is he taking the news of the Princess?" There was another matter he wished to speak to the man of, a certain Tully Princess that had been a subject of the Master of Law's correspondence to the River King - though there were more pressing matters.

This was a difficult time, though that had begun to feel like the norm at this rate; how it seemed tragedy had made a home within the Mountains of the Moon and their great Kingdom. The missing Princess was only the latest issue, and they all suspected the same; the same nuisance that had always plagued them, those clans. Searches had been sent out headed by the Lord Commander, who was always ready to seemingly spread his hate and infect something, somewhere else. There was no quenching the flames of disgust and rage within him.

#c: tristan #tristan 002

[xwesley]

closed starter for @trismp4 ❝if  we  get  caught,  i  definitely  think  we  should  ruuuuun  for  it!❞  he  informs  tristan,  backpack  filled  with  different  colored  cans  of  spray  paint,  alcohol  and  drugs,  both  of  them  high  and  drunk  of  their  asses,  walking  towards  some  abandoned  billboard  tristan  claims  to  know  all  about,  nearing one  am,  like  a  pair  of  damn  degenerates.  of  course  it  would  be  tristan’s  idea  to  vandalize  a  billboard by  spray  painting  it  at  these  ungodly  hours,  and  of  course,  wesley  is  quick  to  agree,  his  dumb  ass  mind  thinking  it’s  the  best  idea  anyone  could  have  ever  thought  of  since  the  hangover  movies  (  he’s  completely  serious  about  those  movies too, they're a work of art in his eyes  ).  they’re  by  some  grass field  filled  with  daises  and  random  flowers,  some  very  much  dead,  some  very  much  alive,  all  to  get  to  this  said  billboard.  the  moon  hides  behind  the  trees  they  encounter  along  the  path,  the  most  aesthetic  passage  way,  while  they’re  about  to  do  the  most  chaotic  thing  on  such  a  peaceful  landscape…  figures. ❝this  is  the  best  idea  you’ve  ever  had,  you’re  such  a  genius,  hold  on,  stop!❞  he  jumps  in  front  of  him,  and  it  almost  seems  like  he’s  about  to  give  the  other  some  life  changing,  altering  news.  instead,  he  reaches  for  the  bottle  from  his  backpack  and  giggles,  already  clearly  out  of  it,  but  willing  to  go  even  more  far  out.  ❝my  alcohol’s  poppin',  my  alcohol’s  cool,  all  the  boys  keep  jocking,  they  chase  me  after  schoooool!❞  his  own  remix  of  lip  gloss  by  lil  mama,  followed  by  a  mini  dance  and  him  taking  a  long  swig,  accidentally  spilling  some  on  his  shirt  in  the  process.  ❝woops.❞  he  wipes  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  handing  him  the  bottle.  ❝okay,  hurry  up,  why  did  you  stop?!❞  as  if  he  wasn’t  the  one  to  literally  jump  in  front  of  him  and  start  singing  like  a  maniac.  ❝i  can’t  wait  to  get  up  there  so  the  wholeeee  world  can  see  my  art,❞  more  like  the  randos  living  in  the  shitty  apartment  buildings  about  two  blocks  away,  but  okay  wesley,  ❝i’ll  draw  a  cloud,  a  string  of  emoji’s,  no,  no!  a  yin  yang  sign,  because  i’m  the  most  peaceful  man  on  the  planet.❞  definitely  not  the  meaning  of  a  yin  yang  and  he  couldn’t  be  more  far  off,  but  it’s  the  drunken  effort  that  counts.  ❝what  about  you,  what  are  you  gonna  spray  paint?  should  i  be  worried?❞  realistically  speaking,  the  last  thing  wesley  should  be  worried  about  is  what  tristan  is  going  to  draw.  he  should  be  concerned  over  how  risky  this  is,  and  what  a  terrible  outcome  this  could  bring  them,  but  is  he  thinking  about  that?  no.  does  he  particularly  care  or  is  he  even  remotely  afraid?  also  no.

#❝ ♡ 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 ╱ conversations . ❞ #c: tristan #alcohol tw #morons tw #idek #KNKJVNDFJKNV