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( i do hope this is okay ) "Tavros! ive been looking everywhere for you! i thought i would be lost forever, where have you been?" Tinkerbull said, running up to the other, almost tripping on his own feet.
The troll turned around at the voice and blinked in surprise. “I’ve, uh, been right here,” answered the Taurus, a mildly worried expression on his face. “Where have you been?”
Wonder if Johnny Cade (Ralph Macchio) would be a good FC for humanstuck!Tavros..
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holy shit wtf.
john strider and that’s a lot of you???
y-YEAH, tHATS SURE A LOT OF PEOPLE, iM TAVROS
When he’s told to wait, he does. In fact, he freezes completely as if the command was for him to imitate an inanimate object. In any other situation the High-blooded troll’s willingness to follow any form of request from someone so far beneath him on the hemospectrum would likely be met with a disappointed snort or a shake of th head in his general direction, if not worse, but it wasn’t relly something that bothered Gamzee that much. He listened, always putting his friends on a pedestal that’s the same height as his own, if not higher. Confused eyes met the other’s again, breath caught in his throat and waiting for Tavros to speak and —
The words take a moment to sink in, mainly due to the fact he has to strain to hear them, what with how quiet his friend had spoke, but when they do, it seems to lift a weight from the clown. Shoulder’s sag with relief, not distress, but he still doesn’t make any other attempt to move until he suddenly realizes he hasn’t taken a breath in too long. He has to break eye contact as he gulps in a few fresh breaths comically, coughing a little as he curls his upper body forward and gripping the wheeled device’s armrest in one hand.
” — Bro," he croaks at the tailend of a final cough. Of course, he isn’t quite sure what to say after that, however. So he does the next best thing. He leans closer and worms his arms between the Taurus’ back and the back of the chair, tugging him into a hug and being careful not to knock their horns together with the motion. "S’ motherfuckin’ flushed f’ a Bro," he repeats himself, sounding a bit more like his normal self before he gives a slight nudge of his cheek against the others. "Might wanna get y’ grip on," he warns with a chuckle before he’s actually picking Tavros up from the chair with a huff of 'Alley-oop!' and bringing his hands down to support his legs, not bothered at all by the condition he knows the other to be in.
”I got ya," Gamzee hums, and he’s certainly sure of that, "unless y’ wanna be havin’ ‘n oink-beast ride.”
Tavros watched the other, not sure what to expect. He wasn't sure his words were heard; he had no idea what was running through the purple-blood's head. His expression changed to worry, wondering if that might have been the wrong thing to say, even though the other did just admit the same -
"G-Gamzee?" The smaller troll started in mild alarm at the sudden breaths and coughs. That had never happened before, at least to the brown-blooded's knowledge. His eyes were wide when the taller of the two leaned over, and arms wrapped around him in a hug. He froze instantly before he melting into the touch, arms wrapping themselves around the other in return, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips.
His blush returned at the nudge which he only eagerly returned. The Taurus' arms instantly tightened at the warning and actually squeaked when he was picked up. His blood pusher hammered away inside his chest from the action, and he buried his head in Gamzee's neck, careful about his horns. He tried to wrap his legs around the other's waist, but then remembered the condition they were in with a small groan. It didn't matter, as Gamzee had him.
"This...this is, um, f-fine." His words were mumbled but weren't necessarily needed at this point.
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“Quite a few new faces I see. Hello!”
"Uh, hi."
When Tavros doesn’t immediately withdraw from his light caressing, Gamzee can’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief, claw tips tracing gently along the side of his face but otherwise his hand unmoving, keeping a light force to keep the Taurus from looking away. He can feel a leaden weight in his stomach when there’s no immediate declaration back and so he searches the other’s gaze, purple irises lacking the dazed stupor he’s often under when he’s just eaten a pie. He’s sharp, expression intense but far from malicious. Gamzee’s just… searching. Looking for threads to grasp as he swallows the knot that feels like it’s forming in his throat. ”Yeah, Bro. I been flushin’ horribly since fuckin’… Mang, since before we all up ‘nd got this game goin’ on." He chuckles, a bit tense and looking for a way to fill silence before it even can begin. He withdraws both of his hands a little hesitantly, one reaching up to instead rub at the back of his neck. The other sort of just gestures vaguely, as if searching for something to do instead of holding Tavros’ hand. After a moment he gives up and instead drops it to his side. He hopes he hasn’t fucked everything up as he usually does. ”— Was, uh, a bit outta nowhere. I do be real motherfuckin’ sorry. What all probably bein’ th’ last thin’ right now. I jus’ been jammin’ over feelin’s wit’ Karbro ‘nd he was all ‘Quit bein’ a fuck-head wriggler ‘nd jus’ go for it, y’ nookstain!' Y'know how he is." He shrugs, finally breaking off the way he’d been staring at the other to instead trail his eyes over the hall they’re in. He’s got no clue where they are, but when does he ever? ”Maybe we should, uh, head back, Brother?”
His eyelid started to flutter close from the soothing motion of Gamzee's claw, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open. He should be saying something, anything, but he couldn't. His mouth refused to work properly and he'd most likely end up embarrassing himself. The highblood must have been expecting the same confession back, it was clear in his actions, his expression. The Taurus' mouth opened but when nothing came out, he promptly closed it as he averted his eyes.
A small whine left his lips when hands retreated from him. He didn't want to lose the contact. It was the closest thing he's gotten in a long time. However selfish it was..Dark hues hesitantly went back to his friend's face. Shit, he screwed up big time, didn't he? Tavros, the biggest loser who screws everything up. That was him, all right. Tav squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments, a sigh leaving his lips.
"Y-yeah, maybe we, uh, should." The smaller of the two agreed weakly, nodded his head a bit as his eyes opened slowly. Maybe he only suggested it to avoid further awkwardness, but Tav didn't quite want to go back, not yet at least.
"Gamzee, w-wait. I, I uh.." He started out, his hand suddenly reaching out for the other's. "I'm..f-flushed for you, too.." His confession was barely audible, a mere whisper. Damn his lack of self-confidence but damn him if he lost Gamzee.
He barks out a laugh, grinning down at the other, “Yeah, like motherfuckin’ peanut butter ‘nd jelly.” The high-blood in question begins a low, rumbling purr in the center of his chest as their fingers lace together, wiggling his thumb free to rub circles into the side of Tavros’ hand. “I ain’t great at much, Tav," He hums, breathing it out like it’s a fact more than an opinion. Truthfully, he really isn’t good at much. He can kinda dance, sorta juggle, and knows how to cook a good slime pie, but what kind of skills are those? He’s a high-blood but he doesn’t act it, his friends don’t exactly respect him, and it’s hard to tell how he managed to live so long on his own. Still, the corners of his mouth quirk upward, giving a light squeeze to the hand in his own, “Y’all’re a motherfuckin’ miracle, Brother, did ‘nyone up ‘n tell ya that?" His purring quiets to a lower volume as he begins to play with their twined hands, simply moving his own in nonsense, easy gestures and pulling the other’s along with it. Finally, he quiets completely in response to his friend’s question to turn his full attention on Tavros’ face. The blush there makes him grin and cock his head, reaching his other hand up to lightly pat the other’s cheek. He stares for a long moment, teeth pricking his lip as they worry at it, before once again just deciding to fuck it and give an actual response, keeping his tone as relaxed as it normally is, though the lack of slime on his pan makes it a bit more frightening of a declaration than it should be. ”Well, bro, ‘m all… motherfuckin’ flushin’ f’ y’ like Equius f’ his fuckin’ musclebeasts.”
The mowhawk-headed troll shook his head in disagreement. "You can do lot's of things," he murmured softly, almost in disbelief. Does he not believe he couldn't do much, like Tav? It was the opposite for the highblood, but he'd rather not get into that quite at the moment. Maybe a conversation for later - one he could think properly.
"Me?" He blinked, blinking up at the taller troll, an unreadable expression in his dark eyes. No, no one had said that to him, much less anything relatable. All he's ever told is how useless he was, and how much of a bother he was...so it was a bit hard for him to believe the highblood.
Tavros settled back in his four-wheeled device, a content hum audible in response to the purring of his friend. "No," answered the smaller troll, his gaze shifting to their joined hands, his lips tugging up in a small smile, the blush still dominate on his cheeks. It was a strange, yet comfortable sensation of the other's movements on his skin; it all made his blood pusher work harder than normal. Soon he found himself mimicking the hand movements; he couldn't help himself.
The Taurus blinked once more when a hand patted his cheek, his attention moving back to Gamzee's face in mild surprise. He wasn't paying attention to anything at all now. He unconsciously leaned into the touch, dark brown eyes staring intently into the purple blooded troll's. It took his mind a few moments to register what he had just said, and he gaped at him. "You...uh, f-flushed?" He wondered if Gamzee could hear his blood pusher, its sound thudding loudly in his ears.
> Huff for great demonstration.
Anywway, at least you figured it out wwhere wwe stand.
> Mistakenly take the apologize for a sign of respect for his rank.
i GUESS SO, iT DOESNT, tAKE MUCH, cONSIDERING, dID YOU WANT ME TO GO AWAY,
”Yeah, motherfucker, it ain’t gonna be dark forever. See, ‘s like… shadows. There ain’t gonna be darkness ‘f there ain’t no light t’ make ‘t darker in some other place first, y’know? ‘nd there ain’t gonna be light ‘f there ain’t no place t’ shine it. They’re like… Moirails ‘r matesprits ‘r somethin’. Takin’ ‘nd givin’ back t’ each other, one unable t’ be all at ease without th’ other." He’s got that sort of wistful expression again, smiling and tipping his head upwards as if he’s watching some miraculous event that only he’s audience to. The sudden warmth against his hand, something he wasn’t paying attention to, brings his train of thoughts to a screeching halt, even backing them up a little as his muscles tensed at the unexpected movement, barely even given time to twitch before the hand was pulled away. It leaves him wondering if he’d imagined it — he imagines a lot, truthfully — but there’s that sense of warmth still tingling on Gamzee’s slightly cooler skin. So he decides, fuck it. He furrows his brow, leaving a ridiculous-looking crease from the paint as he listens to what Tavros is saying. The response leaves the highblood worrying his lip as he nods, careful not to puncture skin with sharp teeth while his hand glides over his friend’s wrist, fingers rubbing slow circles over the spot they land. He doesn’t do this for long before he’s finally pressing his hand to the other’s palm, fingers wiggling as he works to intertwine them with the other’s. There’s a grin on his face as he does so, eyes darting to the side to gauge the reaction as he chuckles light-heartedly, “I ‘unno, Tav. D’you think friend’s wanna be holdin’ each other’s hands ‘nd such? ‘Cause I be thinkin’ tis somethin’ I ain’t mindin’.”
"Shadows?" Echoed the smaller troll, trying to imagine what Gamzee was saying it. Slowly he nodded his head, as he hummed lightly in understanding. "So you can't have one without the other..Like..peanut better and jelly?" It took a moment before he realized what he said, so he pushed on quickly. "You're, great at things like that, Gam." Tav commented quietly.
The Taurus noticed the sudden motion of the other's arm, the tenseness that wasn't there moments earlier. Did he mess up? He hoped he didn't, as a mild tremor of panic went through him. His mind was overcome with possible scenarios unfit until his thoughts stopped abruptly when his hand was topped with Gamzee's. Tavros' heart fluttered at what he was trying to do, and properly intertwined their fingers after a moment's hesitation.
"I...I don't..know," stammered the lowblood, a blush coloring his features as he stared at their now entwined hands, his mind whirling once more with restless thoughts. He almost didn't catch the last part of his friend's words. "Wha- what are you, um, t-thinking, Gamzee?" It was then he dared to steal a look at him.
He nods slightly, suppressing the chill that brings a tremor through him as his chin brushes faintly against the other’s hair. The contact is really nothing big, though for an affection-starved troll like himself, every kindness, every relaxed scenario he can share with another, Gamzee tends to read too much into. Miracles. It’s all a miracle to him to even have any sort of bond with another. “Yeah, but that jus’ means we gotta be ready t’ take on th’ hard shit." It’s getting hard for the highblood to focus, thoughts derailing and picking up a more personal train to follow. ”That’s a question a brother ain’t sure he’ll be havin’ an answer for ‘til it happens. ‘m sure what wit’ miracles that I got goin’ on that it ain’t gonna be a thing t’ worry ‘bout though. Don’t y’ be worryin’ either, lil’ bro. Thing’s’ll be motherfuckin’ fantastic ‘f this mang has ‘ny say." His claws switch from drumming against the other’s arm to tracing nonsense shapes over it instead, featherlight and keeping his fidgeting down. He’d noticed the movement of the Taurus’ throat when he swallowed, though of course, he doesn’t seem frightened. He’s in awe of how trusting Tavros is of him. There’s no reason he can’t trust Gamzee, of course, but it’s still a beautiful, motherfucking, miracle. ”Say, Tav, ‘ve been gettin’ m’ thoughts goin’ ‘bout some things," he starts suddenly, jumping even himself a little with the sudden flow of thoughts that get his blood pusher thrumming loudly in a beat that almost sounds like a good basis for some sort of slam session. ”What’re we, Brother?”
"Yeah...I mean, it'll only get darker before it gets lighter, right?" He asked, almost for reassurance. It wasn't the best analogy, but it was the only thing his mind came up with. It was always calmer before the storm..
His lips tugged downwards into a frown. It was too late, he was already worrying. It was only natural to worry, right? "If I, didn't worry, who would?" Tav couldn't help it; he cared too much for his friend to not worry. His gaze traveled to where the Capricorn's hand was, his smile soon returning though it took on a lazy aspect. The Taurus brought his arm down a bit, and lightly caught the other's hand in his own, before quickly letting go. The action was a bit too bold for him. What would the other think?
"Hm?" He blinked, first at the sound of his voice, then his question. What were they? What did he mean? "We're, uh, friends. Thought you knew that, Gamzee." That was the only possible answer his mind could think of, besides the obvious ''we're trolls''.
OMFG THIS WAS ON A LOCAL CITIZEN JOURNALISM SITE AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
I’d be scared too if I saw Kankri sitting outside of a childcare
This showed up on my Facebook page a while back and I’m going to point out the same thing again. The article calls there face paint a mask. A mask. It looks nothing like a mask in that photo.
”Yeah, though I be supposin’ that ‘ny day’s a good ol’ day ‘f y’ try t’ make it one, ‘nd ‘m all f’ makin’ a day good, y’know? ‘specially ‘f it makes m’ friends feel better." A soft laugh leaves him as he’s nudged, making a sort of honking sound with the chuckle. Then he shifts his position again, skirting around to the back of the wheeled device so he can lean his upper body onto the top of it and near his friend’s head. He avoid’s pushing him forward, well aware of the other’s ability to maneuver himself, but simply uses it to lean a bit of his upper body on, slouching and a little fidgety as they meander along. He’s also very up in Tavros’ space, but he’s ready to back off if he’s told. Man, Equius would probably throw a fit if he saw how easily he went with a lower-blooded Troll’s wishes — he’d definitely have to show him later on. At the question of Sopor, he busies himself for a moment with stretching an arm forward, drumming fingers in an unknown rhythm against the other’s forearm with a soft sigh. “… Not enough, Tavbro," he’s an addict, and it’s likely obvious to most, "probably gonna run out real motherfuckin’ soon. Maybe even sooner ‘f th’ others get their knowledge on.”
All he could do at the moment was agree with his friend - it was true. "I hear you," he muttered with a faint smile on his lips. He laughed lightly at the noise the other made, a flash of amusement in his eyes. "It's gonna be harder, as the days go on, and everything gets, uh, harder." He'll be able to manage it, as long as Gamzee's with him. It seems everything becomes better when he's around.
The lowblood tried not to slow the pace he was at when his friend moved back to his original position - he swallowed thickly by how close the Capricorn's head was to his. He became slightly self-aware of himself, but tried to ignore it as he pushed onwards
"Do..you think you'll last? I- I mean.." He shook his head a bit. "What're you, gonna do..?" His voice heavily laced with concern. He was aware of Gamzee's antics with the stuff.
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mEME CENTRAL, wHAT DO YOU MEAN,
”Y’ definitely ‘re right there, motherfucker. We’ve up’n been here s’ long but ‘t still feels like things got themselves real, real motherfuckin’ fast. ‘s like jus’ yesterday I was slammin’ th’ wicked elixir down wit’ pie ‘n m’ lil hive ‘nd waitin’ f’ m’ lusus t’ come home." He cringes a little toward the end, barking out a humourless laugh as he stops the motion of his hand on Tavros’ head, just resting it there instead. There’s a small smile on Gamzee’s face, a bit wistful, but he shakes his head once and clears it. ”— But now ‘m here ‘nd I have t’ save th’ slime I get ‘nd m’ lusus is dead, but it ain’t so bad. ‘ve got all y’ fuckers here wit’ me. All m’ friends, s’ I ain’t supposin’ I should really get m’ complain on." This time, he grins, ruffling the longer portion of his bro’s hair with a hint of playfulness before he drops that hand to the other’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
A light sigh left the troll's lips as he slowly nodded. It went by too fast, moreso than any other time. He wondered why that was, but there'll be time to ponder that later. "Jus' like the, uh, good ol' days, huh, Gamzee? Sure do miss them.." His lips tugged downwards momentarily at the laugh.
"It's better than being alone," murmured the Taurus, a faraway look in his eyes. "How much do you have left?" He asked, his voice tinted with mild worry. It probably won't be a good idea for Gamzee to be without that slime..right?
Tavros gently nudged Gamzee's side, mimicking the playfulness the highblood had shown earlier.
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A MoThErFuCkEr cAn’t rEaLlY CoMpLaIn, tAv.
lIfE’S SuRpRiSiNgLy sWeEt aMoNg tHe mOtHeRfUcKiNg dEaD.
BuT I HaVeNt uP AnD TaLkEd tO AnY Of yOuR AlTeRnAtEs iN A DaMn lOnG WhIlE.
wHaTs uP, bRo?
yEAH, tHATS HOW IT USUALLY IS, iSNT IT,
i HAVENT REALLY TALKED TO ANYONE, iN A WHILE, nOTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY, i GUESS, hOW ABOUT, yOU, aNYTHING HAPPEN, lATELY,
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Vriska Serket! Seven solar sweeps and more doomed than you.
What’d the gam8lignant say when she turned 8ighty.
wHAT, uH, dO YOU MEAN DOOMED,
i DONT KNOW, wHAT DID SHE, sAY,
adiostauro has filed a complaint.
Fnnghkkjhgknhhnhn.
That’s quite literally most of my reaction to what is currently going on.
uHHH, wHATS GOING ON,
