some kartav.... tavkar? w/e

hey, could we get a mood board for like, a fluctuating pale-ashen tavkar (karkat/tavros) relationship? Maybe with themes of comfort and/or comforting things, like pillow forts. If not, that's fine.

I’m on it!

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................ you’re not my lusus..............................

Tavros and Karkat fantasy Au Drawn and posted Sept 26, 2017

Not gonna fucking lie

At first i used to ship davekat

It used to be a back burner ship

But now i think i just genuinely don't ship it anymore.

I understand the appeal obviously, it's just.

It's overrated. It overpowers so many other good karkat or dave ships.

There are a lot of fucking good karkat ships out there, but then its like.

NooooOoooooOoo if you don't ship davekat you're shitty!!!

No. Fuck you. I don't HATE davekat, but i don't ship it, i guess i realize.

Flushed erikar and pale tavkar is better anyways.

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(My first legit animation/GIF) Under Tarren's Bandage - because he got hit while still a Grub, his eye stayed like that along with some bruising that doesn't wanna go away

2020 - Photo by Sharvari Tavkar

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yoo okay so posting this on my blog now for anotherjadedwriter

Go ahead and delete that submission, but I'm glad you liked this!!

would you ever consider shipping a nitram/vantas BLACKROM ship?

yes.

Some rebels descendants (ง'̀-'́)ง

I Don't Want to Love Somebody Else

paring: TavKat

Word count: 1218

Humanstuck, universitystuck

For Unhealthydoctors. ( I know the headcanons I used dont fir with yours but I was just feeling these ones idk sorry)

Hella cute. I don't know what kind of mood I was/am in. It has something to do with this song, which I listened to on repeat while writing this. 

Part one of three? Probably. 

Am I doing art for once in my life of their apartment? Yes.

     The keys jingle as I pick out the one for my apartment and fit it into the lock. Twisting the squeaky handle, I step inside the cramped space. as I opened the door I see my roommate sitting on the couch, all five feet of him curled up, knees hugged to his chest, his favorite, big, worn out, old grey sweater pulled over his knees.There is a bag sitting beside the armless couch, filled with a stack of books. This isn’t surprising, Karkat and I share a love of books, and It looked like he stopped by the old second-hand bookstore down the street on his way back from campus. His head is buried in one of these books now, and there is a tea mug steaming on the coffee table. Noticing I was home, he looks up from his book, that usual scowl on his face underneath his bright red eyes and white hair.

        “kettles’ hot Tav.” I nodded in thanks, slipped off my shoes, and padding to the small kitchen in the corner of the main room. I reach into the cupboard, pushing mugs around until I find the biggest mug I can, and pour myself a chamomile tea with a dollop of honey. While that steeps, I walk down the small hallway to my room, and drop off my backpack, and the rest of my school stuff. I grab my laptop and fetch my tea, and go to sit beside my small, generally ill-tempered friend. Karkat hasn't  moved, too absorbed in his book to bother. I sit, crossing my long legs on the couch, and open my laptop to do some homework. We sit like this for a while, silent; comfortable with each other's company. It was often peaceful like this. Karkat always acted like he didn’t like people, but I knew different. He was a caring person, he was just scared of getting hurt. I don’t blame him after what happened with his ex-girlfriend. She had toyed with him for so long he stopped trusting people. It was a miracle when I convinced him to come live with me. I needed the extra cash, and he needed a place closer to campus in the middle of the semester. I smiled gently at the memory of the argument we had. It took me a long time to convince him, and even longer for him to become comfortable living with me. I was glad it worked out, though. I really liked living with Kar. He was prickly on the outside, but as we got to know each other more, he showed me more and more of his personality. He had a love of reading, and cats; which did horrible things to my allergies, but I had pills, and it was nice when one started purring on your lap. He had the wonderful ability to carry on a meaningful conversation, and he was actually pretty funny as well. I had realized about a month ago that I had a crush on him. It was hard not talking to him about it, but I didn’t want him to leave after we finally had a routine; a comfortable flow that we flourished in. I have only told my best friend about it, but I knew I could trust him. Gamzee was a great listener, and he generally had good advice as well.

     I felt Karkat shift beside me, stirring me from my thoughts. He dropped one of his legs so it was stretched under the table, and reached for his mint tea. after taking a sip, he sighs, big and peaceful, like for once everything is right. It shocks me a little when he shifts my laptop  so his head can fit in my lap, looking up, his bright eyes fixed on my amber ones.

     “What’s up, Karkat?” I restrain myself, fighting the need to pull my fingers through his soft hair.

     “Tav, is it true?” I felt my face twist, eyebrows bunching together in confusion.

     “...Is what true kar? you’re going to have to be more specific than that.” I smile a bit, and his mouth twitches at the sides, like he is holding in a smile of his own.

     “Gamzee said… Gamzee said that you had feelings for me.” My heart skipped a beat. I could feel my face flushing a deep red, it felt like my face was trying to become as hot as the sun. I looked to the side, out the big window that covered most of the wall across from the door. I thought I could trust Gam to keep his mouth closed, but he had to go play the matchmaker.

      “I…. Um… Y-yeah. Yeah I do.” I still couldn't look at him. I felt his head lift off of my lap, and I braced myself for what was I was sure was going to be an announcement of his moving out, but I was surprised when the small boy moved so he was sitting in my lap. I feel a hand on my cheek, a gentle pressure making me turn my head to face him. Still, I don’t meet his eyes.

      “Hey. Look at me, idiot.” after a minute, I drag my eyes upward, once again locking in with his. His head is tilted slightly, and a small smile is dancing on his lips. He is blushing as well, a dust of pink under the freckles that cover his cheeks. What is going on inside his head? Slowly, he brings his head forward, until his forehead is resting on mine. I think I should be nervous, people are usually nervous in these situations right? but all I feel is a profound sense of calm. I smile, a soft sigh escaping my lips. Karkat’s other hand goes to the other side of my face, and he gently tilts my head upwards, bringing our lips together. The kiss is slow and passionate, his soft lips gliding across mine, and its heaven. It stretches on into eternity, more than enough room for breath without stopping the kiss. At one point I lift my hands, resting one of them on his hip lightly, the other finally running through his downy soft hairline.  After an age and a half, he gently pulls away, moving his hands so that his arms are around my neck. He huffs, the usual scowl returning to his beautiful features.

      “It’s still your turn to make supper. And it better be something I like.” I chuckle. This is more like the Karkat I know and love.

      “Why don’t we go out tonight. You choose where. My treat.”

      “Like a date?” He smiles again, bigger this time, and his eyes shine in excitement. Its so rare to see his face lit up like that, it makes my heart melt.

     “Like a date.” I nod in confirmation, and he smiles even wider. Sweeping down to peck my lips quickly (My heart feels like its in free-fall) he practically flies off to his room to get ready. I get up, make my way to my own room, and shut the door before doing a little dance. I tip, falling spread eagle onto my bed, and giggle up at the ceiling fan for a good ten minutes before I start to look for something to wear.

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