Please, please fullview. Even at this size, you’re losing some line fidelity. Oh god, I’m going to have to color this aren’t I.
Aradia: Soay Sheep
Tavros: Wild Water Buffalo
Equius: Giant Eland
Gamzee: Greater Kudu
Karkat: White Tailed Deer
Sollux: Four-horned Antelope
If this isn’t how Tavros comes back from the dead then what was even the point of it all.
“Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay
barrie im serious I didn’t realize it was your prompt until I already started im not playing favorites on purpose it was an ACCIDENT,
(ya im saying you’re my favorite)
Imagine Tavros Nitram
Imagine Tavros with violet blood
Tavros with big, fluffy rabbit fur-looking gillfronds on his neck, Tavros with huge earfins and a massive rack, Tavros with gills fluttering in the seatide
Tavros with the withered legs from an unfortunate boating accident involving mind control and quadrant indecision, but he lives underwater so it doesn’t matter, it never mattered, he’s violet and he’s fine with it, Tavros with the ridiculous upper-body strength as he pulls himself through the current with his arms, legs strapped together to minimize surface area, swimming like an eel, like a dolphin, whole body bending at the waist and flipping, using the propulsion to cut through the water like a knife
Tavros as he puts his hands on Gl’bgolyb’s vast beak, the closest anyone aside from a Tyrian has ever gotten, as he listens to her quietly singing in his head
Tavros singing back
Tavros curled small as atoms in Gl’bgolyb’s unfathomable mind, whispering, move here, move there, do you really need to eat that person’s lusus, maybe you can hold off for a little while, Tavros shushing her in the daytime, her jaws aching stretching always hungry and he, small, violet, crippled Tavros wrapping himself in her thoughtfronds and telling her stories of the surface, the dryness, the musclebeasts come down to the oceanside to frolic in the waves, the feel of moonlight on wet skin
Tavros Nitram singlehandedly postponing the Vast Glub by singing lullabies
o hey i havent drawn Tavros’s godtier yet