THE RATTLING TERRORS OF THE VENGEFUL SNAKE.

[vipier]

# VIPIER.       tristan patel, code name: viper,  crime - based original character.  selective and private.  originally est. 9 jun 2022. remade 19 jan 2025.  mutuals only.  multi - ship, multi - verse.  moderate activity.  adult themes may be present.  minors dni.  handled by  becks,  she/her, 30+.

companions : azarathian, fallgrim, sheikage.

carrd. pinterest.

this is an independent and exclusive ( mutuals only ) blog for  tristan the viper, an original character of original lore. tristan's canon is very vaguely inspired by a number of different sources, including  the witcher  series, the oceans franchise, the  mission impossible  franchise, and  taken, among others. however, the lore surrounding the menagerie is strictly my own and therefore is not free to be built upon by others without permission.

i aim for this blog to be heavily plot-based. while i will occasionally do starter calls, i prefer to talk long-term plots out if possible. memes are also a very effective way to interact and let me know you’re interested!

i will not be following minors on this blog for my own comfort and typically prefer not to follow anybody under 21. if there is not an indication on your blog of your age, i likely will not follow back. there may be other personal reasons i may not follow back which likely aren't personal to anyone, but mostly, just don't be gross and we should be totally fine.

due to my busy schedule and my other blogs, writing here will likely be slow. please be patient! i am an attorney who works full time during the week and spends a lot of time with my extended family, partner, and dog on the weekends, so i write when inspiration hits and i can find the words.

while i will be providing a variety of ways to interact with me to the best of my ability,  receiving memes is probably my favorite way to kick things off, so always feel free to send them whether or not we've interacted – and always feel free to continue those to which i've responded.

i will do my best to tag the obvious triggers simply with [trigger here] tw /. if you need specific triggers tagged, please reach out. however, please be warned that this may be a  trigger heavy blog  due to the nature of the subject matter, and if mentions of violence, crime, or other things bother you, this may not be the safest spot for you.

notwithstanding the fact that tristan is a difficult person, i am multi-ship and i do love ships! my one big thing is that i much prefer to talk to and plot with my partners ooc. this makes me both more comfortable and enthusiastic about my ships. if you think your muse and one of mine would click – just let me know and i’m probably on board. i do prefer to touch base privately before it officially comes up in writing, but I'm not scary and typically very receptive!

you can call me  becks  ( she/her ) , i am 30+, and i absolutely love fantasy stories, period shows and movies, and playing video games poorly. please always feel free to approach me about anything ; i'm really quite nice and eager to chat and plot!

[vipier]

life keeps delivering suboptimal writing conditions, between work, incoming puppy, and getting hit with the worst migraine I’ve had in years yesterday that’s technically still going, but tristan’s muse is giving me trouble lately, so if I manage this week, I’m likely to be on simeon and possibly working on something new in between!

[vipier]

trying to find the time to be here or anywhere with how crazy work has been since my conference but let me just say that my recent delight has been getting daily texts from my legal secretary ( who is fostering my new pup until she’s ready for adoption ) like “ COME GET YOUR DAUGHTER SHE IS A GOBLIN ” because now that she’s survived her health scare, princess dot has apparently become a complete terror and frankly I love her so bad already.

[vipier]

I can’t do this, y’all, I don’t have the strength. anyway, we’re taking home a new dog in like three weeks say hello to her.

[vipier]

"That’s quite an entrance." (Mon)

TRISTAN CERTAINLY HADN’T CHOSEN TO BE HERE THE WAY SO MANY OTHERS HAD. there were plenty, of course, who’d been extracted in a similar way, brought to yavin before they were truly ready, but even after over a year, the corellian refuses to adapt to communal living. certainly he’d done plenty for the rebellion during his senatorial years – he’s been credited for much of the x-wing program, after all – but support from a distance with more self determination has always been his stronger suit. the military lockdown of the base, the way the generals filter who goes in and out, does not suit him. and while he certainly doesn’t make a point to socialize particularly, he hasn’t exactly been quiet about his displeasure. talk around the base has speculated that he and general draven are likely to kill each other one of these days, if left alone in the same room too long.

he doesn’t find himself endeared to any of the other politicians, either, but that’s hardly new.

“ I’m here. ain’t that enough? ” he drawls, although he looks predictably unhappy about it. his mouth creases in a frown as his gaze flickers to the chandrilan and his arms cross over the chest of his stained flight suit, certainly the most underdressed in the chamber. when the summons came through, he’d finally been making some progress on the booster upgrades he’d been working on, based on his study of the interior of a newly captured tie. unfortunately for his efforts to refuse, the council had sent him a military escort – which sent as clear a statement as anything.

in return, he ensured his arrival made a commotion, refusing his escort’s offer to let him briefly wash and change for the meeting and instead arriving smelling of oil and covered in a layer of mechanical filth as though he hadn’t practically run the galaxy’s most profitable ship building industries for most of his adult life. not to mention cursing profusely and flashing rude gestures at the general of intelligence in particular. it wasn’t unexpected behavior from him at this point, but it still seemed to rankle.

“ call me childish, if you want, but unless there’s news of corellia, everyone in this room knows I’d prefer to be left to my own devices. I’m more useful that way. ”

[vipier]

important considerations : properly corellian tristan patel having a drawl that he doesn’t bother minimizing once he’s removed from coruscant. sb bitching about having another politician around. a muffled space kentucky ass flat voice from under the half deconstructed chassis of an x-wing not far away just yeah pretty fuckin’ annoying isn’t it and it’s the senator himself in filthy coveralls with oils smudges all over his face not even bothering to really look over from his work.

[vipier]

I bitch around a lot but genuinely not only do I feel like I’m doing something important with my life now but also my job is so fucking cool.

[gloomglimmer]

›        FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       

"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

[vipier]

hey y'all so i've actually been writing but i'm basically queueing everything up and releasing the queue soon when i feel like i've made a big enough dent in my drafts ... aaaaand i just found out yesterday afternoon that i'm flying to dallas tomorrow for a work conference last minute so hopefully i will get more writing done on the unexpected flight!

[vipier]

that scene in ratatouille where remy asks his brother, " what are you even eating?! " and his brother pauses mid-bite and stares at whatever it is and just says, " you know ... I don't really know, " but then keeps eating it. big tristan patel energy.

[vipier]

people think they want tristan to have like ... a moral code or something to fight for other than saving his skin, enjoying the chaos, or " [insert person he grudgingly cares about here] said i had to " but really think about what it would mean. he's stubborn and impossible enough when he doesn't give a single shit. do we really think he would somehow become easier to deal with if he found a moral cause to rally for? ABSOLUTELY NOT. if anything, he'd become worse because he actually gives a shit and is therefore invested in the outcome of what he does beyond simply making sure he and perhaps his chosen few people make it out. anyway that's why devoted rebel tristan is actually way more difficult and insufferable than freelancer tristan, and former senator tristan with a list a mile long of proverbial debts to collect takes the cake.

[vipier]

empire era senator tristan patel who is the only version of himself who not only has memories of his mother but had enough years with her to remember what their relationship was like and the nickname she used to call him, which she used to say goodbye during their last holo call hours before she and his family were slaughtered. the only tristan who not only knows his birth name ( which is not tristan at all ) but remembers what it was like to be addressed that way by others. who hasn’t been called by that name since the last person he knows loved him died when he was still a child. who had to reform himself into a different person and watch as his so-called allies fabricated evidence of his death, who has never been able to speak of the grief of his loss because to speak of it would be to immediately and dangerously reveal his identity. who sometimes has to whisper his real name aloud to himself on sleepless nights just to make sure he remembers it. who’s terrified to tell anybody what that name is, not only because he could be signing his death warrant to admit who he really is, but because he isn’t sure anymore that he could handle somebody else using that name anymore without entirely crashing out. I’m eating drywall I’m chewing on the bars of my enclosure I’m half awake but so invested in this.

[debelltio]

tristan patel ˢᵉⁿᵗ . " this was your idea. " / @vipier

     The  alarms  blared  all  at  once,   flooding  the  scene  in  a  garish  crimson  light.        Each  pulsating  cadence  elevated  his  own  heartbeat  in  response.      Krennic  cursed  aloud  and  SLAMMED the  console  with  his  fist.      His  simmering  rage  released,   dampening  the  aching  stings  electrifying  his  knuckles  ⸻  yet  the  alarms  continued,   unceasing.      ❛  Not  helping  !  ❜      he  growled  through  clenched  teeth  at  Tristan  who  stood  behind  him.      With  sharp  exhales,  tightened  jaw,  and  shaky  hands,   the  former  Director  furiously  punched  the  code  once  more.        ❛  I’ll  fix  it.      Just  distract  them  !  ❜

[vipier]

" BE REALISTIC, KRENNIC, SINCE WHEN HAVE I EVER WANTED TO HELP? " as tristan perched delicately on a rail in the corner of the room, using his vantage point near the window to watch the troopers move in from the floor below to investigate the disturbance, he flicked his blaster's safety on and off in a steady, casual rhythm. a blaster. his eyes flickered back to his companion after a few moments, and the corner of his lip curled viciously, clearly enjoying krennic's frustration – at least for a moment. " wouldn't have thought it'd be so challenging to break into a place you used to work. "

with that rather judgmental comment, he alit from the rail silently, casting a glance around the space as he considered the situation, the alarms and lights setting his teeth on edge, the hurried armored steps somewhere beyond the blast door. with a sigh – and with little hurry – he slunk to the far wall, his movements unnervingly spider-like, and maneuvered open a narrow vent along the backside of a work station. " but fine. only because watching you flounder is making me sad. " his gaze passed again to the other man as he holstered his blaster, removing instead a short blade so sharp and polished that it appeared almost iridescent. " keep working, no matter what you hear. and I hope you're not squeamish. that would be ... disappointing. "

with another wicked smirk, he disappeared into the darkness of the vent. it took less than a minute for the screams to begin.

[vipier]

“ becks you don’t need another sw au— ” incorrect! anyways, unlike his prequel era senator au, tristan’s empire era corellian senator au possibly makes top three most batshit insane versions of this man. that’s on being the only existing au at this point where he actually knew his true family until he was probably 13-14 years old ( complicated, he won’t discuss it, don’t ask ) and knows his birth name ( again, don’t ask ) and was “ lucky ” enough to have been away for many years being educated, along with his mentor/guard ( seneca ) when his family is summarily slaughtered by so-called “ political rivals ” during the upheaval of palpatine's takeover. he's escorted into hiding, his family’s political faction supposedly regains control, and he's concealed and trained for about six or seven years before returning to corellia under a different name, tristan patel, unrecognizable bc even the few who’d had access to his family hadn’t seen him in probably a decade.

in approximately 13 bby, he’s installed as senator to corellia at 19 years old to serve his faction's interests and spends the next decade or so between corellia and coruscant, being unreliably controlled by his homeworld political faction, which by now he’s discovered were responsible for his family’s slaughter, and expecting assassination around every turn. while the faction dislikes the empire, despite playing nice, they hate the rebels even more, which is what convinces tristan to begin secretly ferrying supplies and ships to those rebels far prior to the forming of the alliance, leading in large part to the eventual implementation of the x-wing project and therefore making him of great importance to the growing movement.

in 3 bby, about a year prior to the ghorman massacre, he’s extracted rather against his will while en route from corellia to coruscant by generals cracken and draven, whose intelligence suggested that tristan’s growing vocal opposition to the empire ( and the fact that his alleged political puppeteers had begun to wise up to his sedition ) had finally put him at too much risk.

he’s brought to yavin. nobody has a good time. tristan is angry and impossible to manage – not to mention maintains significant assets tucked away across the galaxy which he's amassed in secret over the years after discovering who killed his family. even without his senate seat, even in hiding, he also maintains significant influence over important members of the most prominent shipping and ship building industries in the galaxy, which largely originate on corellia. needless to say, he's valuable enough that the alliance can't afford to lose him but they wish every day that they could bc he's absolutely Insane in a thousand ways I won't list here.

[vipier]

you know how I’ve repeatedly said that tristan patel drinks and picks fights on purpose and gets himself beat to shit when he’s having a bad time? the 17 year old southern foster kid living around the bayou version of that is somebody catching him heading to the dock, smoking, carrying a rucksack and rope and a knife and various other concerning items followed by the following conversation : “ what are you doing? ” “ gonna get a gator.” “ …what?” “gonna. get. a gator. ” “ … ” “ … ” “ is that a good— ” “ I’ll be back in three days. maybe. ”

[vipier]

what’s probably unsurprising is that “ tristan patel ” is not his birth name. what might be more surprising is that I know what his birth name is and quite literally have never told a single soul nor so much as typed it down. and honestly I’m unsure if / how to ever introduce it. the only verses he may know it are his corellian senator au ( specifically empire era, not prequel which is a different situation ) and MAYBE jedi au depending on the vividness of dream manifestations of his mother. but I’m actually not sure learning his birth name in other verses wouldn’t just break his brain and he certainly wouldn’t want to be called by it because that feels … a way he wouldn’t be able to articulate. just Too Much.

[vipier]

the dual personalities of the office dog.