#tavin

[playpercraft]

SYAIN | TAVIN ♪

an in-nature for terms that have the shared characteristics of being syaanine/autoninly cyan &/or related in nature!

an in-nature for terms that have the shared characteristics of being tavine/autoninly teal &/or related in nature!

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[books-in-a-storm]

Snowflake Book Review’s

Title: Conner Brothers Construction #6 Tavin

Author: Cee Bowerman

Pages:200

Snowflake Rating:❄❄❄❄(4/5)

Synopsis: Tavin and London have been together for a while now, but life and responsibilities are tearing them apart. With London traveling all over the world for her career, and Tavin stuck in Rojo, Texas for his, the two of them have to make do with precious few stolen moments leaving both of them wanting more. London starts to doubt the life choices she’s made and knows she can’t be happy so far away from home. Is it too late for her and Tavin to salvage their relationship? Tavin can’t leave his family to follow the woman he loves, and life at home without her has started to wear on his patience and make him question the plans he had laid out for his future.

[avoidantcoded]

doing some work on my ocverse, i dont think ive ever shared art of them on here?

[prairiedogchronicles]

I'm not good at goodbyes, so instead I'm just going to tell you how much I love you.

You've been, in every possible way, the worst animal I've ever had the joy to call my partner. You pulled blankets off of couches, bullied the dachshund, ate things not meant for you, jumped on people, dug holes, and killed sparrows. You've done nothing but cause problems since the moment you came home.

I remember getting a text from my brother, you were supposed to be his girl. Chili hated him so much it broke his heart, so we got him a dog of his own. He was so excited to introduce me to this calm, sweet, gentle terrier mutt he found at the local shelter. You turned out to be an absolute nightmare, the devil given canine form, and attached yourself to me in your entirety.

You came into the house, ran straight into a wall, tackled chili to the floor, stole his bed, and shredded all of his toys. Then you two became inseparable. You'd stand at the opposite end of the house from him and you'd bolt at one another, meeting in the middle to tussle and then dashing off to do it again. That only lasted a few years before you two decided not to get along any more, but you're the reason Chili learned how to play, I'm certain.

I'm not going to know what to do with myself tomorrow morning when all the blankets are still on the couch. I never did figure out what you wanted to lay on them so badly for, but I'm glad you got to steal them hundreds of times.

You learned, somewhere along the line, that if you jumped up and pressed your paw against the door knobs while you came back down, the doors would swing open. We had to get baby gates to keep you where you were.

I have to store my beer and soda in cupboards now because you started to bring me cans of warm beer one day out of the blue. I never asked you for them, but you always looked so pleased with yourself that I couldn't help but praise you for it anyways.

You never wanted to do anything unless there was something in it for you. Tricks and tasks were out of the question, you were too damned clever for your own good. We never did find a puzzle feeder you couldn't figure out within a day or two, but you seemed like you enjoyed even the simplest ones anyways.

I hope, wherever you're going, that you keep bringing freshly dead birds and grossly decayed squirrels to people. It was awful. It was so you. You always dropped them when I asked. You never dropped anything for anybody else. I hope there's plenty of bees for you to chase and eat, and that none of them ever sting you in the mouth. I still don't understand how your luck always held out.

You're the worst dog I've ever met, and i wouldn't trade a single second of our ten years for the world. I'll treasure all of the scars you left on me for daring to make you have a bath. I'm putting your box back by the window. I'm so sorry we had to take it away, but you never learned how to jump off of it after you went blind.

Thank you for being terrible, you were perfect. I love you.

[apex-oc-hell]

Neo: You... KILLED MY FRIENDS!

Tavin: Let’s talk about your friends... They didn’t have to be here.

Neo: Wh...

Tavin: They had a place in the games and you took them out of it. You brought them here. You put them in danger.

Neo: They were trying to help me!

Tavin: They were... and this is the result. All of this... is your fault.

[what-eats-owls]

I don’t think I ever shared this art without a huge watermark/decorative border, so I thought I’d do it now! These are the three main characters of The Merciful Crow: Tavin, the prince’s too-clever bodyguard; Fie, future chief of a band of plague doctor-themed mercy killers, and taker of zero shit; and Jasimir, crown prince of a dynasty that has served its kingdom questionably. 

They’re all loosely based on Major Arcana too. Tavin gets the Chariot (but he’s looking away from the direction he’s being driven), Fie gets Justice (but all her power is tied up in teeth), and Jasimir gets Temperance (but seems to hold one of these opposing forces in higher esteem than the other, hmmm.) 

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[youremymiracleelliot]

Currently reading The Merciful Crow by Margaret Owen. I can totally see her wanting me to fangirl about Fie and Tavin but I’m actually 100% interested in Jasimir ✨ I might have taken some liberties regarding their clothes and Tavin for once isn’t glamoured. PLUS, JAS CUTTING HIS GORGEOUS HAIR?? CAN’T REMEMBER, DIDN’T HAPPEN!

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