#tk strand fanart

[lemonsfromfanfictiondotnet]

Carlos carries TK to bed when he falls asleep waiting for him on the couch - he also tucks him in 💖 y'all can quote me on that

These started out as thumbnail sketches for a fully shaded and detailed pic I had in mind, but I ended up being too indecisive lol! I still can't decide which one to make a full scene for, so if anyone has a preference, let me know 🌞

Also! Since I'm using this side blog more; I'm always open to taking suggestions and prompts for art scenes and fics, so please feel free to reach out, and if I vibe with any ideas, I'll do them 🌞

[whatsintheboxmh]

KO-FI limited art

[murdersansy]

A bit more angst this fine evening, mmmn yes~

[anastasia-blf]

"you are the dream I would not allow myself to have" 🫂🥺🩵

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The drawing process

[hail-hawk-eye]

Finally finished a soft tarlos piece 😭❤️

[birdclowns]

you know they were gettin' it on at every possible chance once TK moved in

[neversleepuntilfive]

TK & Carlos with Lizzie!!

I drew this as a gift for @emsprovisions :) Lizzie is @emsprovisions & @ironheartwriter's OC, she is an abseloutly beautiful Aussie! She's so cute!!

[carlossreaders]

Tarlos Fanart - 1x01 pt. 2

i wasn’t going to do more than one drawing per episode, but i obviously couldn’t leave this scene out! so, this series will definitely be changing overtime, but that’s the fun of it! 😊💗

[sapphic--kiwi]

screenshot redraw from 4x09 bc i am obsessed with these two 🫶❤️

[heartstringsduet]

Pick your favorite doll: Fan-boy TK or Donut Carlos.

[hopefulwonderlandrunaway]

This is so beautiful and definitely canon, I love this so much 😫😭❤️

Carlos carries TK to bed when he falls asleep waiting for him on the couch - he also tucks him in 💖 y'all can quote me on that

These started out as thumbnail sketches for a fully shaded and detailed pic I had in mind, but I ended up being too indecisive lol! I still can't decide which one to make a full scene for, so if anyone has a preference, let me know 🌞

Also! Since I'm using this side blog more; I'm always open to taking suggestions and prompts for art scenes and fics, so please feel free to reach out, and if I vibe with any ideas, I'll do them 🌞

[jilanartspace]

New WIP for this lovely scene 🥺

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Like look how TK looks at his husband 😩🩷

[whatsintheboxmh]

Good morning, Dad.🦎

[murdersansy]

AAAAAAH!

More tarlos because we need more of them.

Just wholesome stuff, I have been known for being an angst gremlin but I want to start this relationship with this Fandom on a good note before making people sad :)

Anyway hope you like this.

[anastasia-blf]

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵."

🩷 Commissions open!

The drawing process

⏱️: 29.5 hours ✍🏼

I miss them every day ❤️‍🩹 Finished this drawing for my birthday 🥳🎁✏️

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

Mr. Perfect, Book and Cover

- a Tarlos Library Meet Cute and a graduation gift for @emsprovisions 🥳 - pairs with this completely amazing art by @whatsintheboxmh

Eeeemmmm!!!! You did it!!! You’re freee!!! I’m so freakishly proud and over the moon for you my friend💗💗 and I’m very excited to hear what the other side is like!! (just please spare me some details until I’m done with exams in February please).

You making it to the other side, making it through every single annoying assignment, ending your days of always feeling a little bit bad for doing something you enjoy because you could be doing homework instead - all that needs to be celebrated to the fullers!!🎊 (Also you need to be celebrated because you are a kind, lovely, sexy, sweet christmas loving button who sneaks around keeping secrets and then sprinkles holiday joy on one lucky person a day after the other for this whole month.)

Without further ado, have some Tarlos Library Meet Cute for you on your last day of classes!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Placing the novel on top of his already tall stack of cook books, Carlos turns slowly, carefully balancing them in his arms, with a plan to head to the counter. Only as he turns he comes face to face with a sight that he is by now, too embarrassingly familiar with.

For a moment he’s too stunned to realize what or rather who the sight implies, too stunned in fact to do anything but stare transfixed on two beautifully rounded globes perfectly accentuated by snug jeans, loose fitted just enough that they don’t reel anything in either.

He’s too busy wondering what it would be like to place his hands right there, thumbs pressing in just above, resting on the top of the plump cheeks, fingers gripping around soft hips; Imagining the feeling under his hands of the pink sweater that’s rucked up as if purposefully making the most magnificent ass Carlos has ever laid his eyes on pop out even more as if that’s even necessary..

He is abruptly pulled out of his daydreaming by a cheerful “Hey Carlos!” coming from somewhere above him. And then several unfortunate events transpire almost at once.

All the blood in his body changes the slow but steady downwards direction it was going in to rush up to his face, his cheeks flushing as he practically tears his gaze from the gorgeous butt, up, up, up, until it lands on the somehow even more devastating sight that is TK’s face beaming down at him.

In a voice sounding like he just travelled 15 years back in time and hit puberty all over again, Carlos yelps out a “TK!” Gathering himself and trying not to think TK probably having just caught him staring at his ass, he clears his throat to make himself sound more like his actual age and then continues to make a fool of himself “I didn’t think you were working today!”

He doesn’t phrase it as a question, rather he almost sounds accusing, and now he’s just gone and revealed that he has memorized TK’s work schedule maybe a little too well. He can feel a small bead of sweat forming on his temple and he feels stuffy in his jacket suddenly.

The worst thing is that while all this has been happening, he’s been desperately and probably very unsubtly trying to restack his books, trying and failing to look casual about it, in an attempt to hide the book he had just placed on top, the hunky, bare chested man in a cardigan and hot-librarian glasses on the cover bearing an obvious and uncanny resemblance to the man currently smiling down at him from the ladder he’s perched on.

The attempts at concealment results in several of the books catapulting dramatically out of his hands, Mr. Perfect, Book and Cover landing on the floor face up and right at TK’s feet.

Within the span of two minutes Carlos has regressed back to his teenage self, his cheeks flushed, voice rising and falling in uncontrollable pitches, and beginning to smell faintly of the type of sweat that comes from your nerves and hormones constantly being in overdrive; he has been uncharacteristically impolite, and on top of it all has managed to reveal not only that he’s memorized TK’s work schedule but also that he likes to read cheesy romance novels about hot librarians - all in front of his crush, who happens to be a librarian.

His crush, who is still smiling down at him, although now also starting to look a little puzzled and slightly concerned as he descends the ladder slowly as if worried that any sudden movements will spook Carlos further. Carlos kind of wants to hit himself on top of his head with a hammer repeatedly.

TK is bending down to pick the books up and, rising, he places them back in Carlos’ arms where the ones that didn’t escape are still stacked. It makes Carlos feel like he’s in some cheesy romantic high school comedy.

Mr. Perfect, Book and Cover is still lying face-up on the floor, and Carlos doesn’t act fast enough to prevent disaster. Before he manages to do anything to stop it, TK is bent down again, picking it up for him while Carlos stands there paralyzed watching it happen in slow motion.

All Carlos can hope for at this point is that TK won’t know that it’s a gay cheesy romance novel and he can pretend he’s just picking it up for his sister or something, but as TK picks up the book recognition shines in his eyes and Carlos cringes internally.

“Oh this is a cute one!” He says, smiling brightly as he hands Carlos the book. “Although the cover is a little cliché,” he laughs and Carlos is so dead. He’s never coming back to this library. It’s too bad though he really liked it. He hasn’t experienced a library having both such a good cook book section and an lgbt+ section that updates its selection of cheesy romance novels every month.

“I picked that out myself actually,” TK talks on but Carlos can barely hear him above the ringing in his ears. He vaguely registers TK say something about the librarian theme being his own little inside joke, and oh god, TK must be aware of how much that guy on the cover looks like him. Carlos has never felt so mortified. And okay, maybe he’s being a tad overdramatic but Carlos has also never experienced a crush like the one he has on TK, and he’s usually pretty good at keeping himself out of embarrassing situations.

“Carlos? Are you okay?” Carlos is once again brought out of a spiral, this time of another kind, by TK’s voice, this time laden with the same concern that colors his face. “Do you need to sit down?” Now TK’s is reaching out a tentative hand towards him and Carlos needs to answer before he has an even more embarrassing reaction to TK actually touching him.

“I’m fine!” He squeaks and seriously what’s up with the puberty part two he’s apparently going through right now? He’s 29 not 15 goddammit! The universe must hate him. TK is understandably not looking very convinced.

“Are you sure? It is pretty hot I’m here and you are wearing a lot of clothes.”

Carlos has to hold himself back from making the situation worse by laughing hysterically at the non-innuendo that only serves his earlier thought about being stuck in some bad romantic comedy. Or maybe more like a bad porn. Maybe removing Mr. Perfect, Book and Cover from the shelf opened up a portal that sucked Carlos in without him knowing and now he’s stuck in the story being badly flirted with by Mr. Perfect himself. He’s realizing his thoughts are a clear sign that he definitely isn’t done spiraling.

He gathers all his self control and manages a completely sane sounding “really, I’m fine,“ and even pairs it with a very normal-looking smile.

“Alright,” TK says slowly, retracting his hand to Carlos’ immense relief. “If you’re sure,” he adds, the concern dissipating hesitantly from his eyes.

Carlos realizes that now is the time to engage in polite small talk to prove to TK that he is really both physically and mentally okay, but there is something naggingly floating around just outside his head and out of reach, something his brain can’t put together. If TK recognizes the book.. if he picked it out..

He can’t finish the thought before he’s interrupted for the third time by TK, who is now the one looking sheepish for some reason, a lovely pink blush adorning his cheeks to go with the green of his eyes. One more thing that Carlos has become familiar with to an embarrassing degree considering how few times he’s actually seen them.

“So,” TK begins, looking briefly down and biting his lip, “I’m actually glad I ran into you. I was um-,” and now it’s TK’s turn to clear his throat before he continues: “Well I was wondering if uh- if- whether you were doing anything this Saturday?” He finishes, blinking back up at Carlos and smiling cutely, eyes sparkling, and looking, for the first time since Carlos met him, a tiny bit insecure.