Don't Be What They've Made You

Tristan Riggs. 26. Versatile. Newly discovered witch.

[priestpatrick]

It was a vast change from the beauty of the Isle of Skye compared to a drab castle in the frozen wastes of Russia. Patrick felt far out of his depth among all these supernatural creatures when he was a simple human. He knew of vampires of course but he had never been in such close proximity to him. While he had been there only a few days, he was beginning to realise how ripe with sin this castle was. He had begun to just day dream, staring at the walls in hopes that time would go by quickly. He heard someone approach and stop at the door of his cell but he didn’t look up. “I’m certain there is someone here who is more deserving of your time,” he said, not looking away from the wall. 

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

priestpatrick

Patrick wasn’t having the best of luck and his mood was already low but being poked and prodded because he was a human wasn’t helping. He thought the young man might be missing his point. He didn’t want anyone’s attention or time. He wasn’t fooled into thinking he would escape, he was human after all. It was a silly hope but he would still try to be invisible. Seeing the offering made the priest’s expression soften. He knew it was a kindness from the other slave, one that he didn’t need to extend to him. “Thank you,” he murmured, looking down at the food. “I’m okay though, you should save that for yourself.” The boy looked far skinnier than he did and he doubted slaves ate well down here. “I’m not that hungry.” It felt like he had no appetite since arriving at the castle, his stomach being chewed up with anxious nerves. 

Tristan remembered all too well the emotions and fear of suddenly waking up being stuck in an unfamiliar place and told you were at the mercy of other creatures. He had always believed he could be under the mercy of no one else but God, but the castle was slowly showing him otherwise. “You’re welcome. If you ever need anything, there are a few good men down here who are more than willing to help. It’s... not an easy adjustment to make.” He gavethe stranger a small smile. “Then keep it, just in case. Dinner will roll around before we know it, you don’t gotta worry about me. It’s more important to get you new ones... accustomed to this hole.” He spoke in his southern rythm, chuckling briefly as an attempt to calm the other man.

[avery-alpha-varcolac]

Avery tussled his bed head hair as he sucked the blood bag he had grabbed from the fridge. Some blood splattered around his mouth as he finished the bag. Licking his lips the varcolac wiped the blood on the back of his hand. Discarded the empty blood bag in a trash and headed for the outside. His jacket pockets held the smokes he had taken a liking to and the matches he used instead of a lighter. Finding a spot against the stone castle, Avery pulled the pack out and opened it.

The crisp clean look of a new pack was a contrast to his worn coat and the castle he used currently to keep himself up. Putting the tan part between his lips, his hands pulled the small match box out. Pulling out a math he struck the side and watched the flame blaze up. Lighting the end he did a few puffs till the smoke was lit. flicking his wrist to put the match out, he tossed it and inhaled the smoke. Eyes watching others come and go from the castle. Accidentally his eyes met another man’s. He nodded to be polite but hoped they would leave him alone.

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

avery-alpha-varcolac

“Good. Causing trouble would cause you a great deal of pain.” But he tensed when the male spoke. Kind? Nicer? Oh what a terrible choice in words. His hand moved to grab at the male’s throat and pin him to the wall. “Nice and kind are not ways to describe me. You may see this as being nice, but it’s simply me gaining what I want. Skinny dipping is not something I’m doing as a comfort to you. Be lucky I ate and that I am not intending to bleed you till your on the edge of death.” He snarled a bit leaning in closer. “I made no promise not to touch you or use you while in the pool. And you can count on something rough if you suggest I am anything but cruel. And don’t try struggling, it only turns me on more.” Taking his cigarette he burned a hole in the male’s clothes before dropping the butt and walking away. “Now let’s go. And strip as we walk. I want you naked by the time we get to the pool.”

The sudden grab around Tristan neck was certainly unexpected. Never had he imagined that a few kind words would trigger such a reponse in someone. Struggling, he tried to pry the man’s grib off of his throat, huffing from the discomfort. “As far as I have heard, not even you masters can severely hurt us. We’re not your property. And wouldn’t you know it, you actually can get what you want just with kindness.” He wheezed, trying to catch a breath. Quite frankly, from the master’s reaction, he could deduct the man likely had something to hide. There had to be a reason he didn’t want to be seen as kind, even though he’d shown there was a glimpse of it underneath the new cruel facade he was putting up. “If you’re thinking about touching me, then forget about this whole thing. I’d rather go inside and get out of your hair. Sorry for asking.” Tristan looked around to spot a guard to bring him back to the dungeon. Finally, when the stranger let go and turned to go, he could breathe without trouble, though coughing briefly from the pressure. 

[avery-alpha-varcolac]

Avery tussled his bed head hair as he sucked the blood bag he had grabbed from the fridge. Some blood splattered around his mouth as he finished the bag. Licking his lips the varcolac wiped the blood on the back of his hand. Discarded the empty blood bag in a trash and headed for the outside. His jacket pockets held the smokes he had taken a liking to and the matches he used instead of a lighter. Finding a spot against the stone castle, Avery pulled the pack out and opened it.

The crisp clean look of a new pack was a contrast to his worn coat and the castle he used currently to keep himself up. Putting the tan part between his lips, his hands pulled the small match box out. Pulling out a math he struck the side and watched the flame blaze up. Lighting the end he did a few puffs till the smoke was lit. flicking his wrist to put the match out, he tossed it and inhaled the smoke. Eyes watching others come and go from the castle. Accidentally his eyes met another man’s. He nodded to be polite but hoped they would leave him alone.

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

“Oh, you don’t even have to watch me. I’m not one of them troublemakers, I promise. Won’t do anything to get you in trouble with the... higher ups or whatever.” He tried to offer the stranger a sincere smile. The idea of going skinny dipping made him a bit uncomfortable, but it was miles better than other ideas masters could come up with. “You’re correct, I have met other masters who don’t do kindness. But most I encountered haven’t been too bad. And honestly, skinny dipping sounds okay. That’s a fair trade.” He nodded. “I appreciate you not just kicking me back to the Undercroft. You may not see yourself as kind, but that’s nicer than what many others do.”

[nursezacharias]

He had been reorganizing the doctor’s office a little, trying to clean it up and make it a little more orderly. It was mostly just something to do, to keep him busy. He didn’t like being idle, which was why he had taken up a position in Krovs in the first place. Hearing the door open, he turned with a smile. Every opportunity was a good opportunity to become introduced to the men here.

“Hello, what can I help you with?”

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

A guard had dragged Tristan by the arm up to the doctor’s office. A couple of minor bruises and a slightly larger cut on the top of his shoulder was the cause for the visit. The guard opened the door to the office and pushed the blond witch inside, not much regard for him other than his minor injuries. After scowling back at the guard, he turned to the nurse. “Uhm, these.” He said sheepisly and pointed to the cut and bruises. “Got into a small scuffle with a master. Guard brought me here.”

[priestpatrick]

It was a vast change from the beauty of the Isle of Skye compared to a drab castle in the frozen wastes of Russia. Patrick felt far out of his depth among all these supernatural creatures when he was a simple human. He knew of vampires of course but he had never been in such close proximity to him. While he had been there only a few days, he was beginning to realise how ripe with sin this castle was. He had begun to just day dream, staring at the walls in hopes that time would go by quickly. He heard someone approach and stop at the door of his cell but he didn’t look up. “I’m certain there is someone here who is more deserving of your time,” he said, not looking away from the wall. 

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

Being stuck down in the dungeon for months, Tristan found it increasingly disheartening to see more and more men, young and old, occupy the Undercroft. It was sickening to see at time, especially with how the masters treated the slaves. Another batch had just come in a few days ago and Tristan couldn’t help but notice some of the new slaves. After the day’s lunch, he’d saved some bread and toppings in a piece of cloth, hoping to share it with one of the new men. Seeing one looking very distant, the young witch slowly approached him. “We have nothing but time down here, so don’t worry. And if anyone is worth a bit of time, it’s you new ones. You hungry?” The blond boy asked, reaching his hand out to offer the stranger the little cloth packet with some food inside.

[avery-alpha-varcolac]

Avery tussled his bed head hair as he sucked the blood bag he had grabbed from the fridge. Some blood splattered around his mouth as he finished the bag. Licking his lips the varcolac wiped the blood on the back of his hand. Discarded the empty blood bag in a trash and headed for the outside. His jacket pockets held the smokes he had taken a liking to and the matches he used instead of a lighter. Finding a spot against the stone castle, Avery pulled the pack out and opened it.

The crisp clean look of a new pack was a contrast to his worn coat and the castle he used currently to keep himself up. Putting the tan part between his lips, his hands pulled the small match box out. Pulling out a math he struck the side and watched the flame blaze up. Lighting the end he did a few puffs till the smoke was lit. flicking his wrist to put the match out, he tossed it and inhaled the smoke. Eyes watching others come and go from the castle. Accidentally his eyes met another man’s. He nodded to be polite but hoped they would leave him alone.

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

In the burgeoning summer heat, the Undercroft was getting increasingly unbearable to spend the day in. With the amount of men, young and old, emitting body heat, scents and sounds, it could be quite an overwhelming environment, even after months of being being down there. The one hour of time outside was Tristan's saving grace these days.

Being guided back towards the dungeon, Tristan was not all ready to leave the castle yard and gardens. Getting desperate, the young witch spotted a man standing little ways away smoking. Their eyes met, and after the man's polite nod, Tristan made an impulsive decision and approached him, standing himself next to him. "I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'm not ready to back inside and the guards with force me, if no one's with me. We don't have to talk if you don't want to, just... if you don't mind too much, please don't call the guards. Just for a little while."

[nicoxpalmer]

It had been many moons since the wendigo had arrived in Krovs and had been locked in a cage like an animal, when he arrived, he was full of anger and negative energy. But now, after some soul searching. Nico had changed and was now much calmer, he had gained control of the monster within.

Currently, the Wendigo was sitting in the common room and was mediating after a session with a master. The curly haired boy could feel someone watching him and spoke up without looking at them. “Can I help you?” @krovscastlestarters

[witchytristan]

Reading was by far Tristan's favourite pastime and had been since he had arrived. Being a quiet one, he didn't enjoy attracting attention to himself and thus mostly kept to his books. Today he had decided to sit in the common room, just to watch the chaos over the edge of the book. Strangely, in stark contrast to many of the other rambunctious men and boys on the room, someone was just sitting there, meditating not too far from him. And apparently he could sense Tristan's gaze, since he spoke up. "Sorry if I disturbed you. Didn't mean to. It's just... interesting to see someone being all still in this place."

[thenekosimon]

witchytristan​:

That morning, Tristan had been assigned to the first group of slaves being taken for their hour outside. It certainly wasnt his favourite, as it meant he had to spend the rest of the day inside. But after those dreams that has shook the whole castle, maybe it wasnt too bad. On the way back inside, being lead by guard, the young witch walked past an adorable little cat. And it wasn’t often he saw those around the castle. Seeing the kitten meow at them, he couldn’t help but smile, squat down and reach out to run his hand through the animal’s soft fur. “Hey little friend. You’re a cute one, aren’t you?”

Simon purred and mewed again as he was petted. God he forgot just how adorable he was and the attention he got. His tail slowly moved in content. A witch huh? He did like those. They were always kind in most cases, and adored animals. Simon wondered though, how many of the witches here had familiars? How many familiars were taken from their witches. Was this one looking for his or was he without one? Witches were always strange. 

[witchytristan]

Tristan stood there, crouched down and stroking the kitty, as other slaves scuttled by. It was so hard to to smile like an absolute dork, hearing the cat meow and enjoy the attention. "I wish I could stay here and cuddle you, little friend. But as you can see, the guard are taking us back downstairs." He stood and stretched his legs, and waved down to the adorable animal.

[thenekosimon]

Simon stretched out of bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom. Taking his time in the shower he sighed as he exited smelling like mangos and apples. Stretching he then left the suite and shifted to his cat form. Trotting down the halls he found a spot in the hall where the sun was shining. So as cats do, Simon sprawled out on the floor. Laying on his side he began to clean his paws before making a mewing noise as he heard footsteps coming.Turning to look he meowed at them and rolled on his back wanting pets.  

@krovscastlestarters

[witchytristan]

That morning, Tristan had been assigned to the first group of slaves being taken for their hour outside. It certainly wasnt his favourite, as it meant he had to spend the rest of the day inside. But after those dreams that has shook the whole castle, maybe it wasnt too bad. On the way back inside, being lead by guard, the young witch walked past an adorable little cat. And it wasn't often he saw those around the castle. Seeing the kitten meow at them, he couldn't help but smile, squat down and reach out to run his hand through the animal's soft fur. "Hey little friend. You're a cute one, aren't you?"

[mathias-attano]

Mathias had finally finished putting the last of the day’s baked good in the case. He had worked hard, trying out new recipes and decorating the treats to fit the Pride theme. They were all so colorful, and he hoped they tasted good too. The shop was mildly busy, which was a good thing. He always enjoyed seeing people, whether they were new or regulars, coming to Witch’s Brew. Some even ventured over to the flower shop portion of the store. To Mathias, this was perfect. As he went to close the glass case, he noticed someone standing near him. He smiled warmly at the person and stepped aside, “Oh, sorry I didn’t realize you were there. Are you interested in trying one? I just finished making them, so they’re fresh”.

@krovscastlestarters​

[witchytristan]

Tristan had heard good thing about Witch's Brew from a few of his new colleagues. But between working and getting settled in town, he hadn't had the chance to visit. But today, the sun was out and he'd just finished his shift at the diner. So he figured it was worth a stop there on his way home. Entering the bakery section, he carefully looked over the delicious looking baked goods. Looking up, when the young employee addressed him. "Ah, no worries." He gave the other a smile. "They look amazing. I think I'd love to buy one."

[witchytristan]

Lunch rush was about to hit the diner any minute and Tristan had just stamped in. With his red retro uniform on, he grabbed a notepad and pen, caught up with the managers and colleagues on today's situation. The restaurant host kindly informed him a gentleman had been seated in his section a bit ago, but hadn't been served yet to do the shift change. Ready to make the best if his workday, he quickly approached the table with the man in question.

"Hello sir, sorry for the wait, we appreciate your patience. My name's Tristan, I'll be your waiter today." He gave the man a smile. The stranger was actually... kind of a attractive, but of course it would be inappropriate to say anything. "Anything I can get you? Water, coffee? A bite to eat if you're ready to order?"

@krovscastlestarters

[calvin-price]

Calvin held a file on one hand and he walked towards his next patient. He held a thermometer and knocked the door softly before inviting himself in. He placed the file on the bedside table and approached his patient. "Hi, how are you feeling." He said and checked on the IV and then he looked at him. "Hope you slept better last night. You clearly look better." He said and placed a hand on his forehead. "Let's check your temperature to see, okay?"

@krovscastlestarters

[witchytristan]

calvin-price

Calvin held a file on one hand and he walked towards his next patient. He held a thermometer and knocked the door softly before inviting himself in. He placed the file on the bedside table and approached his patient. “Hi, how are you feeling.” He said and checked on the IV and then he looked at him. “Hope you slept better last night. You clearly look better.” He said and placed a hand on his forehead. “Let’s check your temperature to see, okay?”

@krovscastlestarters

Tristan still wasn’t feeling entirely on top of the world yet, but it was definitely getting better. The good nights sleep and some medical attention had done wonders. He was sitting up in the hospital bed, mindlessly watching the room TV, when a nurse knocked on the door. And it was a young one at that who entered. “Still a bit drowsy, but definitely better. Getting some rest certainly helped, yeah.” He offered a small smile to the nurse. “You do what you gotta do. You’re the professional here.”

[witchytristan]

hemitekoha

Hemi had spent most of his morning in business meetings and on calls. The whole business thing was still new to him but he was managing to get the products out into the world easily enough. Personally, he would say it was his own charm but in reality, he had a good marketing team. When it got time to take lunch, he left the Distillery to grab something to eat and stretch his legs. He was mindless following the scents of something good when the man in front of him dropped something. Normally, he wouldn’t bother but he had some time to kill and he bent down to pick it up, jogging to catch up to the person. 

“Hey! Sorry, did you drop this?” he asked, holding out the piece of paper. 

( @krovscastlestarters​ )

It has been a long morning for Tristan. One of those where the many little things that went wrong just stacked up during his morning shift at the diner. He’d worked in service before, so days like this weren’t new to him. But when he’d been on his way out, his managed had cought up to him and requested he go to the store to pick up some missing ingredients, with compensation of course. And that was why he was headed back to the restaurant, goods in his backpack as he didn’t notice he’d let go of the receipt. Not until a stranger called out and cought up to him. 

“Oh. Oh gosh, yes, thank you.” He smiled at the man as he took the recipt, knowing full well his bosses would’ve screwed him out of the money if he didn’t bring it back. “That’s very kind of you. Most would’ve probably let it get lost.”

[witchytristan]

theo-angelic

Knowing that spring was at their door and things were starting to change outside, it made him homesick. He wondered what his brothers were up to, what his father was up to… he distracted himself by helping around the undercroft more. He was just taking in the slaves’ food for them to eat when he was called upon.

He had seen this slave around, but he never got to say hello. Theo smiled at him and nodded his head. “Hello~, I can finish up this and be back to you in a second if that’s okay.” he only had a few more trays and plates to deliver. After a few minutes, he was done with his job and back to the other man. “Alright, you have me for a while.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to interrupt you if you’re in the middle of something.” Tristan gave an apologetic smile. Slaves also had a life of their own, hobbies and things to do. He wasn’t one distrub or drag people away from their errands. But since the man said he’d be right back, the young witch waited. Couldn’t turn down his kindness.

“I don’t know if it’s a littel forward but...” He paused, before taking a deep breath. “I really wanna do just something, you know? I was thinking of going swimming, since there are no merpeople in the pool right now and was just wondering if you would be interested in joining?”

[witchytristan]

The one hour outside that the slaves were allowed every day, was Tristan’s favourite time. It provided some much needed space and fresh air, especially compared to the Undercroft. This day, he’d been so engrossed in a new book, he brought it with him outside to sit in the grass and read.

 Once the hour was up, the guards had gathered the slaves back up to bring them back in. Even then the young witch couldn’t quite be bothered to fully close his book. Thus he simply tried to follow the stream of other men with a half mind, resulting in him eventually bumping into someone else. “Oh gosh, I am so sorry.” He hurried to apologize, looking up to see it was a master. A rather majestic looking man without a collar. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

@councilmantai​

[witchytristan]

Krovs Town bio: Tristan Riggs

Age: 26

Occupation: Diner waiter

- Tristan’s Krovs Town story is not much different from his original one. He was born and raised in a small, tight knit Christian community in Louisiana. Faith in God and the Bible was all he knew growing up.

- Come his mid teens, he began to realise he wasn’t attracted to girls, but to other boys instead. He managed to surpress his sexuality until his early twenties, when he grew feelings for a male co-worker.

- His parents found out about his same sex attractions and gave him an ultimatum. Go to conversation therapy or be disowned entirely. Having no choice, he agreed to give the therapy a try.

- The conversion therapy gradually grew more and more unbearable, eventually resulting in attempted electroshock therapy. After that traumatising experience, Tristan managed to escape the camp and find his way to Krovs Town.

- Laying low, he got a job at a local diner, and spends his days trying to not draw attention to himself and slowly adjust to a life without religious rigidity and shame.

[witchytristan]

gotrikkrovs98435

Nudity had never bothered Gotrik, but he had to admit he liked the fact that the boy was so clearly distressed at just a bit of nudity. Of course that meant he was in for a hard time at Krov’s but that was the boy’s problem. He smiled and simply enjoyed the view even as the boy fought to cover his modesty. He could have made the boy move his hands, but for the moment he left that little surprise to be uncovered for later. Instead he made a spinning gesture with his finger. “Turn around I want to see your ass. When you finishing turning around bend over and spread your cheeks.” Exposing his ass he suspected the boy would do reluctantly but exposing his most private of holes well that was probably different. Gotrik didn’t plan on fucking the boy at least not that day. The blonde had earned that much, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a lot of enjoyment he could get out of the boy. 

The master’s commands made the young witch’s heart pound out of his chest. Never had he been exposed like this in front of another person, much less another man. And in the moment, he was uncertain about how far the master would go. The demand to see his ass was in no uncertain terms an uncomfortable one. But Tristan attempted to rationalise obeying with the thought that Gotrik saw and used many boys. A single view of his own backside would quickly be replaced with someone else’s and forgotten. And if a view could prevent a touch, perhaps it could get worse. So, even though he was still trembling, he silently turned to let him see what he wanted, before bending over. The position and the placement of his arms at least covered his front side and quietly he hoped the bend did not expose his ass entirely.