Lucas has story ideas and you should hear them apparently
Thread Topic: Lucas has story ideas and you should hear them apparently
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*ahem* fixing the timeline for one of my stories because it's getting really messy
Mathew, Clark, and Leah are 12 at the start of the story. Tristan is 14. We meet Damon when Mathew is 13 and Tristan is 15. Tristan and Isaac meet when Tristan is 16. Damon (spoilers) at 16. Tristan (spoilers) at 18. Mathew, Clark, and Leah are all 17 at the end of the story.
Also might change Mathew Clark and Leah's names because they're basic as f--- (i picked them when I was 10, don't judge) -
Mini character sheet for Tristan
Name: Tristan Atlas Fared
Star sign: Gemini
Do you have a lover?: Not important-
What you want us to think: Uhh...That he's not possessed
Enemies: Aidan,Mathew Clark and LeahThe Black Holes
Sexuality: Gay (yes, he's the gay coded villain, I'm sorry)
Pronouns: He/him
Religion: Atheist (he's 100% sure he'll be roasting marshmallows off of hell if god exists though, and he takes pride in it)
DND alignment: Lawful neutral/neutral neutral
Longest you've been with no sleep: Who counts?
Godly parent: Either Athena, Hades, or Nike (probs Athena tho)
People you'd bring on a road trip: Isaac, Mathew, Leah, Clark, Eclipse
What you don't want us to know: Literally anything that goes on in his mind
Laws you've broken: It's not breaking the law if you're good at it
Appearance: Feathery Ariel-red hair hidden in a Boston Red Sox hat every once in a while, freckles, bright green eyes, charming smile, ALWAYS wears flannel, rings all over his fingers, several ear piercings, necklaces, and bracelets, always wears jeans (yes, he does have the fashion sense of a lesbian... I based him off of 10 year old me), checkered Vans shoes, and some sort of weapon on him at all times, whether hidden or not. -
Fun fact for literally anyone that cares: I loved the name Tristan so much that I had it on my name list for a solid month.
That's how based off of me this f---ing character is- -
Omfg I love that so much xD
Also we love gay coded villains Tristan seems so f---in gay oml -
Yeah lmao
No we don't it's annoyinggggg I want to make a gay protagonisttttt
He is. He's very gay -
Pfft gay villains are more entertaining tho like imagine a straight villain ew
That’s a good thing xD -
Idc villains are always either mentally ill coded or gay coded and it's like "so he's the bad guy because he's gay and has depression? Ok Disney-"
Ik it is xD -
I’m just saying man yes it’s very Disney-like to do that but the whole thing would be terrible if they’re not mentally ill coded, gay coded or you’re not Rick riordan so like-
Yass -
OMG stoppp xD
120% -
You know it’s true if Gloria Thorn wasn’t gay coded and mentally ill coded then the whole plot would suck and you know it same with Tristan
1000% -
I knowwww ughhh
He goes to the gay bars and comes out with like, 10 guys numbers lmfaooo -
ExActLy
Omg yes I love thatbros got w rizz what a sigma(I am so sorry my sister is 11 I learn from her) -
Precisely (alg same)
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Tristan and Caden are Terrible Assassins.
Y’know, it’s not every day 2 kids walk into your dorm room.
Through the window.
At 3 in the morning.
On a Tuesday night.
Now, you might be saying something along the lines of: “Malcom, what the actual hell were you doing at 3 in the freak-fracking morning?” To which I would say: “I was studying for a big test and being a responsible college student, leave me alone.”
I highly doubt a pair of 16-year-olds broke into my room to study for physics midterms.
“Uhm, if you’re looking for Evan, he’s on the next window to the left.” The only reasoning I had for that is that sometimes Evan will have these big video game parties and invite his buddies. Not once has he ever invited kids or had one this late before a huge test. Trust me, not even he’s that dumb.
Neither of them answered, but one of them- who had platinum grey hair and mismatched eyes like a Husky, which made me double take at first- looked incredibly nervous at that. They turned to the one with red hair and started saying in a very loud whisper. “Shoot. Shoot. Shoot! You said he’d be asleep!”
I coughed, even though I didn’t have a sore throat or anything, I just wanted the two of them to remember I was very, very awake and could, in fact, hear them very well.
The one with red hair elbowed them hard. “Shut up!” He said before turning to me, plastering a fake smile. “Hello sir. Your names Malcom, right?”
I nodded, confused. Not to how they learned my name- I’d gotten pretty used to strangers knowing it at this point- but as to WHY were they in MY room?!
“Good. Hello Malcom. I’m Tristan, and my idiot partner-“ The kid with grey hair blushed and looked at their shoes. “-Is Caden. We’re here because- it’s kind of weird, but we…. Uhm…”
“Stolen.” Caden squeaked. “Jerk High School bullies stole my coffee mug.”
Tristan nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! Their coffee mug- very special little mug- got stolen.”
“So…. You want me to help look for it?” I asked, growing confused. “This early in the morning?”
“Eeeexactly!” Tristan said, looking very pleased. “Glad we’re on the same page. Come on, let’s go find it!”
“Uhm… Ok?” If you’re asking for a reason as to why I decided to help them, I don’t even know. I tidied up my paper filled desk and grabbed my Starbucks cup. I took a swig out of it, and when I looked up Caden was glaring at me.
“No need to rub it in.” They said before leaving out of the window again and walking on the fire escape. I didn’t bother telling them that being on the fire escape is illegal unless there’s an actual emergency, since by the time I squeezed out of my incredibly small window, they were already at the bottom with Tristan close behind.
“So, are we breaking into the bullies’ house too?” I asked innocently. Tristan snorted.
“If only we knew which one took it.” He said, wrapping an arm around Caden. “We maaaay have more than our fair share of High School jerks.”
“What does it even look like?” I asked. I thought Caden would say something normal like a black one or even a bright red Christmas one, but no. In case you haven’t figured out, nothing in this story is normal.
“A vintage R2D2 mug with an electric blue handle.” Caden said quickly. I stared at them. Tristan seemed surprised at that too, before going back to his vaguely amused facial expression.
“Well…. That’s not quite what I expected….” I said, rubbing my hair in the back of my head. “You sure they didn’t just… smash it?”
“Why would they smash it?” Caden asked, looking angry. “It’s VINTAGE.”
“Not important, Caden.” Tristan said, sounding like this was not at all how he expected the day to start, a feeling which I could relate to. “What IS important is finding that coffee mug.” He looked at Caden. “Right?”
“Yeah, right.” Caden nodded quickly. I couldn’t help but feel like something was off with the two of them- besides them being absolute weirdos, of course. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Go where?” I asked, very confused.
“Where else are they going to go other than a coffee shop?” Caden raised an eyebrow. Tristan shrugged and gave me a look like, please just let him believe it isn’t smashed.
So, I did.
“Alright. Let’s go to the coffee shop. Only… Which one? Starbucks?”
“Starbucks?” Caden asked in disbelief. “You haven’t had true coffee, have you?”
“Uh…” I wasn’t quite expecting that question. “Apparently not I guess.”
They snorted. “Shame.” They started walking forward. We walked past Starbucks and into a small, unlabeled shop. I didn’t know how I felt about walking into the place since it didn’t have a name and didn’t look like much from the outside.
“Guys, this seems a little sketchy-“ I shut up once I walked in. It had the light smell of coffee beans- which objectively is the best smell other than peppermint- and the vibe of small-town coffee shop was there, since the whole place was the size of a tiny apartment, with only a couple people there. The place was well lit, and it took my eyes a bit of adjusting since the rest of the city was still pitch-dark. There were 3 baristas working, and one of them was just doing the coffee art- which, to her credit, belonged in an art museum instead of someone’s cup. We walked up to the front.
“Caden!” The barista doing the coffee art said happily, brown curls bouncing as she looked up. “Lemme guess: Large cappuccino, 2 hazel-nut creamers, and one packet of sugar?”
Tristan chuckled. “Sorry Bea, we’re not getting anything today-“
“We’re not?” Caden asked, looking at Tristan like a little kid wanting a toy at the mall. Tristan chuckled.
“I guess we are. I’ll take an iced latte, and… Malcom, what’re you getting?”
“Small mocha.”
“-And you know the drill for Caden.”
“You got it, weirdos.” Bea smiled before turning to the other barista and telling her what to make. After a couple of minutes, we got our coffee back. Tristan and Caden were showing each other their coffee art, but I drank mine and ruined it before I could show them, burning my tongue in the process.
“Well, do you see the coffee mug?” I asked. Caden frowned, looking around.
“No.” They sighed. “It’s probably not here.”
“Ah, that’s a shame.” Tristan frowned before dragging the two of us. “Come on, if we’re going to mope about this R2D2 mug, we might as well go shopping for a new one.”
Caden didn’t like hearing that. “But the mug!”
“I’m sure we’ll find it, but for now, we’re getting you a new one.” Tristan grinned. “My treat.”
“Does this mean I can go home now?” I asked hopefully. Tristan snorted.
“Ha, no. You’re stuck with us now. Besides, it’d give you more time to study on that test.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How’d you know I was studying-“ But by the time I said that, they both already left the coffee shop. I chased after them. “Where are we even going?”
“A shop, duh. Did you not pay attention or something?” Tristan led us to a thrift shop down the street, almost getting run over by SEVERAL cars. He didn’t seem fazed by that.
“Right. Duh.” I tried not to scream at how random the two of them seemed to be. I swear when I was their age, I wasn’t NEARLY that scatterbrained.
Tristan nodded, seeming satisfied. He opened the door into a small shop filled with old, lightly used collectables and clothes. “Here, we’ll find a mug you can replace it with, Caden.”
Caden didn’t look like he wanted to replace his mug. “But-“
“Go try and find one.” Tristan’s phone buzzed. “Ah, I got a call. I’ll meet up with you guys later. I need to take this.” He left to go to the changing room hall for some privacy.
“Alright, you look for a replacement then.” I shrugged. Caden nodded and went to one of the shelves to look for one reluctantly. I went to the clothes rack, and I admit, I might’ve gone down a bit of a rabbit hole looking through them. In my defense, they had cool stuff, like a Leatherman jacket for my college- they’re too heavy for my taste, but my little cousin loves those sorts of jackets, and she wanted to get into Boston Universit -
WOAH wait I learned something
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