this is what my life has become
this is what my life has become
Imagine Tavros using his sick fire-based powers for completely mundane stuff (idk lighting the stove or something) and all the other trolls thinking he’s being ridiculous because dude you could seriously wreck some stuff with that and he’s all “nAH,”
Tavros Nitram helpfully lighting that candle you just bought from Bath and Body Works when you can’t find the kitchen matches.
Tavros Nitram learning to human cook and making the most delicious crème brûlée with caramelized flakey tops to die for.
Tavros Nitram with a wicked grin on his face when strangers on the street slap forlornly at their empty pockets and ask him if he’s got a lighter.
forever crying about the dropped ball that could have been Tavros’s sick fire-based powers
All my Tavros ships are non-canon.
hgnk ok i just. have a lot of thoughts about humanstuck soltav oh god. in this picture they’re dorks who’ve been neighbors their whole lives but the summer before 12th grade they both suddenly get really hot and the other is like “uh oh”. waiting for the bus in the morning becomes 56% more excruciating, but in the end it’s all ok because they end up making out after pokemon club one day and then they become perfect boyfriends forever
Eyebrow/ eye shadow game too high.
Artists who draw Tavros and give him dialogue beyond, ‘uHHH’
it’s been a while since I drew all these kids!
Run Cool Water Over Area of Burn
"This is entirely your fault," Dave groans into Tavros’s shoulder. “Entirely.”
Tavros just sighs and readjusts his grip around the bottom of Dave’s thighs. "To be fair, you, uh, did kind of start it."
"Hey, I might have fired the first shot with that rolled-up towel, but it was you who drew first blood."
"Dave I swear I didn’t know you were naked, under that apron, let alone that the spatula was still that hot.”
"So you’re saying I’ve got a flat—hnnh!” Unlike Dave’s earlier dramatic, wounded wails this wince is entirely genuine. Tavros immediately halts his gentle manhandling, the concern simmering under his own sheepish exasperation bubbling to the surface.
”I’m good,” Dave hisses unconvincingly. Tavros turns slightly to the right, redirecting the flow of water back over the slatted burn . After a minute or so, Dave finally relaxes against him again.
"And here I was thinking my ass had enough jut and heft to it to make the point for me."
"Oh trust me, it is undeniably pert," soothes Tavros, pressing a kiss to the top of his matesprit’s head. "I was just kind of distracted by, how beautiful, the rest of you is. And, ah, how painfully accurate you are with a dishcloth.”
"Hmm, good save." The way Dave wiggles against his chest makes Tavros very aware of the fact that yes, he’s still completely naked beneath that red ‘I DO IT BETTER THAN BETTY’ apron. "Y’know, this would probably be a lot easier to do in the shower."
"Perfectly good sink here in the kitchen," Tavros shrugs. "But I can put you down, if you want."
"I came in here wanting kitchen sex and dammit, unintentional branding or no unintentional branding I am having myself some kitchen sex. Got it, Troll Gordon Ramsey?”
Tavros probes the affected area, finds the swelling greatly reduced under his careful ministrations, and gives an altogether less palliative sort of squeeze. "Got it."
"Good. Now let’s move this party to the counter, my ass is fucking freezing.”
(Tavros is careful to check for stray knives before complying.)