#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:

[gracieisback]

First tristansona lol

His name is "Danyl"

[zer0wlet]

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

[randomshenaniganery]

Rook Hunts

we only need one person with straight cut bangs /j

[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.

[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!❤️

[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

[morrithal]

I actually cannot stop making my character backstories so fucking sad and tragic. It's a curse I have on me. Reminds me of some OCs I know

[a-aexotic]

i can see you, 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔.

✫ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 . . . y/n cromwell was nothing if not a sophisticated, pampered, and ambitious socialite. she had lived in manhattan for about five years with her workaholic mother since her divorce with from her father. in the five years she had lived in the upper-east side, she had conquered the elites and made them her minions. she was living her best life until she heard the worst news she could ever fathom...

tristan dugray was nothing like y/n, in any sense other than maybe the fact they were both rich, spoiled and rather confident - okay, maybe they had more in common than what meets the eye. they hadn't seen each other since she had moved away with her mother five years ago and they were happy that way.

until of course, her mother decided it would be best for y/n to spend the next few months with her father back in connecticut after y/n got in trouble with her friend group. what y/n didn't know until she eventually got to connecticut was that her father was engaged to none other than tristan dugray's mother. how could her year get any worse?

✫ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ;; tristan dugray x fem!reader, platonic!paris geller x reader, platonic!rory gilmore x reader

✫ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ;; not canon gilmore girls timeline (for the most part), rom-com energy, adult humor, asshole!tristan, family issues, the rest is to be determined...

✫ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ;; i am rewatching gilmore girls and of course, i've been inspired to write a fanfic because there are not enough tristan fanfics on tumblr. i hope y'all enjoy, this is very self-indulgent lmao. i love tristan sm and i think a rom-com esk fanfic would bring me (and everyone) so much joy. thank you so much for reading! let me know if i should make a taglist for this series.

dedicated to my beautiful best friend, @autumntales 🩷

main masterlist. gilmore girls masterlist. playlist.

0 of 15 chapters published. started: july 31, 2023 deadline: october 1, 2023

prologue

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

. . .

[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.

[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

[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,,

[tsarinn]

the new veilguard teasers have me so excited and naturally that made me go back to my previous dragon age characters

wanted to draw them as they appear in prologues of their games vs what i imagine they look like at the time of da:v prologue