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stylebets02 · 2 years

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How painful is a mandala lotus flower tattoo design?

mandala lotus flower tattoo is a geometric compilation of symbols, typically aligned in a circle. The meaning of a mandala isn’t set in stone, though it’s typically considered a symbol of balance, eternity, and perfection. Many cultures have used the mandala lotus flower tattoo symbol within their teachings as a way to further that understanding of balance. For information visit here https://bit.ly/3KQHaWp

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teatitty · 2 years

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I never should’ve given Watson those two tattoos because now I’m sitting here gripping my writers pen going “I could give him more. Nobody can stop me I could just go nuts” and I’m trying so hard not to

#personal #I said I would only give him two tattoos #the lotus and mandala #but now...the temptation for more #there's historical reasons for this I swear

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breathingstationblogs · 26 days

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Sacred Symmetry: Exploring Mandala Lotus Flower Tattoos

Discover the timeless beauty and spiritual significance of mandala lotus flower tattoos. These intricate designs combine the ancient symbolism of the mandala with the purity and grace of the lotus flower, creating a powerful symbol of spiritual growth and transformation.

Dive into the rich symbolism of mandala lotus flower tattoos, where each intricate detail holds profound meaning. The lotus flower, rising from the mud to bloom in pristine beauty, represents purity, enlightenment, and the journey of overcoming obstacles. Combined with the geometric symmetry of the mandala, these tattoos symbolize harmony, balance, and inner peace.

Explore the mesmerizing allure of mandala lotus flower tattoos, which captivate with their intricate patterns and serene symbolism. The mandala, with its concentric circles and geometric precision, represents the universe and the interconnectedness of all things. Paired with the lotus flower, these tattoos evoke a sense of spiritual awakening, inner peace, and the journey towards enlightenment.

Delve into the world of mandala lotus flower tattoos, where artistry meets spirituality in a symphony of beauty and meaning. The mandala, with its origins in Hindu and Buddhist traditions, symbolizes the cosmos and the journey towards self-realization. Combined with the lotus flower, a potent symbol of purity and enlightenment, these tattoos serve as reminders of inner strength, resilience, and the potential for growth and transformation.

Immerse yourself in the timeless elegance of lotus mandala tattoos, where artistry and spirituality intertwine to create stunning works of body art. The lotus flower, revered in various cultures for its symbolism of purity and rebirth, takes center stage in these designs, surrounded by intricate mandala patterns that symbolize unity, wholeness, and the interconnectedness of all life.

Unlock the spiritual mysteries of mandala lotus tattoos, where sacred geometry meets ancient symbolism in a breathtaking fusion of art and spirituality. The mandala, with its intricate patterns and geometric precision, represents the universe and the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Paired with the lotus flower, a symbol of purity and spiritual awakening, these tattoos invite contemplation, meditation, and a deeper connection to the divine.

Embark on a journey of inner transformation with mandala lotus flower tattoos, which symbolize the journey of the soul towards enlightenment and self-realization. The mandala, with its concentric circles and intricate patterns, represents the cosmos and the interconnectedness of all things. Combined with the lotus flower, a potent symbol of purity and rebirth, these tattoos serve as reminders of the inherent beauty and resilience of the human spirit."

#mandala #lotus #mandala tattoo #lotus tattoo #symbols #tattoed girls #buddhist

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raghavdotink · 1 year

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#mandala #mandalaart #mandalatattoo #lotus #lotustattoo #backtattoo #napetattoo #tattoosforwomen #lineart #tattoo #tattoostyle #tattooing #inked #inkedgirls #inkedmag (at Manjeet Tattooz) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co2PfELBESR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mandala #mandalaart #mandalatattoo #lotus #lotustattoo #backtattoo #napetattoo #tattoosforwomen #lineart #tattoo #tattoostyle #tattooing #inked #inkedgirls #inkedmag

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dunedaintattoo-blog · 2 years

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Quer uma dessas? Só chamar nos contatos https://wa.me/message/SHSJUGG3DGSKH1 t.me/dunedaintattoo #thiagodunedain #dunedaintattoo #mandalatattoo #mandala #lotus #blackworktattoo #blackwork #tattoo #tatuagem #tatuagemfeminina #delicatetattoo #tatuagemdelicada (em Conjunto Campinho) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjQdXoGLLhC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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irisnawer · 2 years

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Flower mandala for @cruise_46✨ . . . . . . . #blackink #tattoo #ink #blackwork #tattoos #blacktattoo #tattoodesign #blxckink #tattooartist #blackandwhite #floral #floraltattoo #mandala #lotus #armtattoo #irishtattoo #irishink #ink_ireland #corkcity #theinkcollective (at Cork) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiKeTw9qPuM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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streamingcolors-gvf · 1 year

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Skin Deep - Part 2

Moodboard created by @jakekiszkasleftnutsack

Shout out to @kiszkasun for providing tattoo edits of the boys 🖤

@pennylanefics for the beautiful tatt!jake moodboard that sparked the idea.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI!! (Oral m!receiving, fingering, hand stuff - m!recieving, dirty talk, praise kink, spit kink, super light choking if you squint, biting)

A/N: This has become a twin series (smut with both of them for those unaware, so if this isn’t your thing, keep scrolling) , and I found that I had to break up some of the chapters due to the size of the fic. So I don’t want Jake girlies coming after me. There will be plenty of Jake interactions coming up. I PROMISE. Feedback and your support is always appreciated. Hope y’all enjoy this installment 🖤

Thank you @asparrowofthedawn for all the Pinterest diving, daily support and inspo for this fic. It doesn’t go unappreciated. Also a thank you to @capturethechaos for letting me bug them with my rambling thoughts and updates on this story.

Masterpost, Part 1

The first thing you realize when you pry your eyelids apart, is that you’re not in your bedroom. The luxury cotton blend of high-thread count sheets brushing up against your cheek aren’t the ones fitted across your mattress. The mustard-yellow painted wall isn’t one you recognize, and the soft light filtering in through the windows doesn’t happen at home. You blink away your blurred vision until it comes into focus, finally seeing the vintage movie posters decorating the room.

As you’re slowly dragged into consciousness, you hear the faint sounds of snoring beside you. It startles you at first, making you turn abruptly to prop yourself up on your elbow. You realize it’s Josh facing away from you, laying across his stomach. He’s still sleeping soundly, face hidden and tucked away into the crook of his elbow.

The memories of the night prior flood your mind, and the shock of what transpired runs through your body, making you huff out a breath of disbelief. Reeling from it, you take the moment of peace to look around his room, something that felt rather intimate despite everything that has already happened between you.

A wooden artist desk sits in the corner, locked in an upright position with sheets of toned paper taped to its surface. On the shelves above it, metal tins sit filled with a collection of pens, paintbrushes and markers. A large tapestry is tacked to the wall on the far side. Exotic potted plants are scattered around the room, resting on shelves, onto the floor and even hanging from the ceiling — giving the space a sense of life.

Soon, your eyes find Josh again. The blanket is draped across his waist, giving you the view of his bare back for the first time. Most of Josh’s body is touched by ink, but the expansive piece captures your attention as he takes in the steady breaths of slumber. Starting in the center of his spine, the floral mandala spreads out into two massive lotus flowers on each shoulder blade. You reach out, tracing his warm skin with a feather-light touch of your fingers along the bold linework of each petal. It’s ambitious, still unfinished with only a fraction of the design filled with the rich, vibrant colors.

Pitched hums vibrate in his chest as he starts to stir when your fingertips travel between his shoulders and up to where the tattoo ends at the nape of his neck. You quickly retreat your hand to your chest when he stretches and rotates onto his back. A heavy sigh leaves him, and for a second you think he might be awake, but the way his mouth parts with a hushed snore tells you otherwise.

His tousled curls have lost their shape, falling over his brow with his head buried into the pillow. Long lashes kiss the high point of his cheeks that have been painted pink with the spring sun.

You have never been in denial about how attractive you found him. Now, as you look upon him in his purest and most vulnerable form, you can truly appreciate his beauty. Even to the tiny scar beside his mouth or the one nicked below his left brow — tiny imperfections that tell a story for a moment in time.

Maybe you’re still riding on the wave of impulsivity that led you to this predicament in the first place when you lean into him. The kiss you place below his ear is what makes his arm slip around your back to pull you in tighter. The tip of your nose brushes against the crushed-velvet of his buzzed hair, ticking you in the process. A sleep laden groan rumbles in his throat, vibrating against your lips while you explore the sharp line of his jaw. The late morning light peeking through the blinds catches the wet marks you’re leaving across the tattoos covering his neck. You let the tip of your tongue follow the lines of the petals, breathing him in as if you could smell the sweet scent of the inked peonies. The feeling of your mouth brings him a step closer to consciousness, eliciting a heavy sigh from his chest.

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you trail your hand down his bare, tattooed chest, passing over your fingers over the sparrows and bed of poppies. The muscles of his stomach quiver from your sensual touch, making his hips shift against the mattress. You’re expecting the waistband of at least a pair of underwear, but instead, you feel the trimmed patch of hair when you slip your fingers beneath the blanket.

He’s warm and soft cupped in your hand. You’re gentle with your touch, keeping him safe as you guide him into a state of wakefulness. A shudder rolls through him with a moan that cracks through the thick air settling in his bedroom. His fingertips press into your side, and you feel him harden in your palm with every steady beat of his heart.

You notice the lustful scent of sex still lingering on him as you place another heady kiss to his collarbone, quickly giving into the urge to bite along the thin, delicate skin. His hand slides up your back and through your hair, wrapping around the nape of your neck, and gives it a firm squeeze with his fingers as your teeth graze across him.

His back arches up from the bed once your tongue creates a path down to his nipple, following it with a louder groan when you flick across it.

“Morning.” The dreamy crackle of this voice delivered to you in a heavy sigh makes your elbows weak as you crawl down his body. Your eyes flick up to see him squinting through barely-open lids right before he rubs the sleep from his lashes with the heel of his palm.

You blow a stream of cool air through pursed lips, watching it harden instantly. A breathy whine falls from his open mouth as he writhes beneath you, bucking his hips to drive himself through your hand in an act of impatience. He’s no longer dormant, twitching in the loose grasp of your fingers as he stiffens with each passing second.

“Good morning,” you hum through your open-kisses down his sternum. You nip at the soft flesh of his belly below his navel with a deliberate pump of your fist over his length.

Within the short amount of time spent with him, you are starting to think nothing about this man could surprise you. However, you’re proven wrong when you pull the duvet away from his stomach and discover something peculiar that catches your eye, making you pause the movement of your hand. The permanent illustration you find yourself studying for longer than you’d admit, is a pair of cherries placed a few inches from the base of him — a hidden treasure below his waist, tucked between the divot of his hip and where you were about to place your lips. Two green leaves sprout from the stem, and its vivid shade of red shines in the illustrator’s choice to dip them in a glaze of sticky syrup that runs down the round edge of the fruit in three seductive drips. A banner ribbon wraps around the middle of them, taunting you with the words ‘Bite Me’ in bold font.

You huff a laugh of shock as your fingers feel over the smooth skin. “This has got to be the sluttiest thing about you.”

He’s peering down at you through drowsy lids, his arm now bent behind his head with a smug grin plastered across his stupidly handsome face. He draws in his bottom lip between his teeth before he asks in a raspy tone that makes your chest tighten, “You like it?”

My god, you do.

You’re not willing to reveal your hand to him just yet, so you deflect with a question of your own. “Who gave you this?”

Laughter suddenly breaks free into the quiet room, the sound throaty and heavy when it hits your ears. “I don’t kiss and tell, baby.”

You allow your mind to wander with the thoughts of him getting it, picturing how he might’ve been in a similar position to the one you were in last night. You imagine how he looked with the band of his pants pulled down just enough as the strokes of the needle made contact with the sensitive skin. Something about this tattoo in particular has a feminine touch, and you can’t help the pang of slight jealousy hitting your chest and curiosity from entering your mind.

Even though your weak attempt at a bluff is starting to crumble, you stay vigilant with a purposeful click of your tongue. “Pity.”

Before he’s able to respond with a witty remark, you roll your tongue across the tattoo as if there really was sweet juice from the cherries that could wet your taste buds. An almost feline-like purr rumbles in his throat as you lick your way to the other side. His fingers brush your hand that you’ve draped across his stomach before reaching up to touch your hair.

You suck at the tender skin while slowly stroking him. The lapping of your tongue and nipping of your teeth, paired with the deliciously slow flick of your wrist, causes his fingers to leave you.

A whispered curse flutters from his lips, but your eyes remain closed while you keep your mouth sealed around him. A sharp hiss through his teeth transforms into a moan of pleasure as the familiar blushed splotches of your own cherry-sized love-mark form on the surface.

“Something to remember me by,” you whisper in admiration as you catch your breath and wipe the string of saliva from your lip.

A sighed hum breaks into giggles. “I don’t think I’m ever forgetting you.”

The thought makes you blush and a wave of heat rises from your belly to your chest, but you decide that exploring the new influx of feelings he has created for you would have to wait another time.

“So, being the better-looking twin, I have the nicer dick, ri- oh…” He trails off, falling into a sort-of trance from your casting spell, staring at the bead of spit dribble from your bottom lip. It falls onto the pretty pink head – a lovely shade that matches the one of his lips —and starts to drip down before you swipe it across with your thumb.

Now slick from your mouth, you slide your hand around his length with a rolling twist of your wrist. A violent shudder rolls through him as the mumbled praise leaves his mouth, “Fuck…that’s so good. Just like that.”

You tease him like this through a few deliberate strokes until you decide to bring your lips to him. A devilish grin curls at the upturned corners of his lips with brazen confidence brimming through each word. “You gonna suck my cock, baby?”

You flash him a coy smile, but otherwise stay silent to let your actions do the talking for you. He watches your every move, but can barely contain the broken whimper within his clamped mouth when you finally lick that blissful spot beneath the tip. You’re making sure to keep your eyes locked on him as you push him inch-by-inch along your flattened tongue. It’s obvious he’s fighting the temptation to close them, but the way his dark brows pull together and how his mouth parts through panting breaths tells you everything you need to know.

Just when he expects you to stop, you don’t. Instead, you keep nudging him farther and farther until he hits the back of your throat and the tip of your nose brushes ever-so-slightly against the trimmed hair.

You have to suppress the gag threatening to creep up with deep breaths while allowing your eyes to finally close. He’s pressing himself past the point of your limit, throbbing desperately in the wet warmth of your mouth. You pause for a few moments, letting him soak in the consuming feeling of his cock nestled as deep as it can go. Lifting your head from him, you lick up the streams of drool that have leaked past your lips, cleaning him in a less-than-subtle act of depravity. He takes in the sight of your little show, groaning through clenched teeth, “Holy shit. That feels fucking amazing.”

Your thighs clench in an aching need from the sound of his deeper voice. You swirl your tongue around the head in a changing pattern of circles, tasting him as if he’s a lollipop that shares the same sugary-sweet flavor of those cherries. He sucks in a sharp breath, and a praise hits your ears through a strangled moan, “Yes…yes, baby, oh my god!”

A glance up through your lashes gives you the chance to see him throwing his hands back into the flattened mess of curls buried into the pillow. You stare, fixating on the way the muscles in his arms flex and how his chest rises and falls rapidly from ragged breaths. Something catches your eye, and you realize it’s the light reflecting off the tiny metal ball of his tongue ring swiping across his lip. His eyelids are clamping hard enough to form a small crease between his brows as his open mouth creates a perfect “O” shape. “Oh god…”

The rhythmic bobbing of your head is sloppy, and the borderline-pornographic sounds echoing around the walls of his room would have been more-than shameful to anyone else but the two of you. You find that you have to wrap your hand around what your mouth can’t quite reach, just like you had done with Jake the night before. A ragged cry catches in the back of his throat, but he quickly clears the noise with a forceful grunt, “Fucking…Christ!”

You know he’s teetering on the very edge by the way his stomach muscles are flexing from the rapid build of his orgasm. The slippery pop! of him from your lips yanks his focus back to you in a heartbeat, and the lust-drunken daze swirling in his blown-out pupils makes you giggle for a moment. Although, his eyes don’t stay locked on you for more than a few seconds as they flit behind heavy lids while you continue to pump a tight fist around him.

The delightful squeeze of your fingers around the swollen tip with each upward stroke of your wrist is dancing the line of pleasure and torture for him. He doesn’t dare complain, but the agonizing pace you're choosing causes a sheen of sweat to form on his bare chest that’s now heaving up and down like broken bellows.

He taps your arm in a panic to signal defeat, accepting the complete loss of control. His strained voice is breathless, cracking through tightened vocal cords across a dry tongue, “I can’t…I-I’m gonna cum, baby.”

Not wanting to waste another second, you take him back into the silken feeling of your mouth, enveloping him in its addicting warmth. The way his cock twitches, hardening past the point you thought was physically possible, reveals that his words are nothing but the truth. You’re determined to drive him as deep as he can go with a purposeful flick of your tongue along the base. It doesn’t take longer than a few seconds for his shaky fingers to wrap around your wrist as he succumbs to the tidal wave of his release. If there was any doubt whether his brother could hear you both before, it’s gone now with Josh crying out his mantra of profanities. With a faltering lift of his hips, the heat of his come hits the back of your throat with a force you don’t expect, making it spasm through every swallow. You drink every last drop of him down without question until he’s on the brink of overstimulation.

You pepper kisses the raised point of his hip as he comes down from his euphoric high. The whimpered exhales bubble into giggles as he wipes the hair back from his sweaty brow. He props himself up on an elbow, and looks down at you with that grin plastered across his flushed face.

He huffs an exaggerated breath, “Okay, I’m a little upset Jake experienced that first.”

You roll your eyes in feigned disapproval, “You can’t be serious.”

“C’mere.” He reaches forward to grab your wrist, guiding you onto his lap as he starts to sit up on the bed. You’re both careful in your movements with the fresh tattoo on your leg.

Despite the soreness of your thigh, you settle into the position with a natural ease, taking his face into your cupped palms. The apples of his cheeks are blushing a rosy hue, radiating with a unique glow that could only come from a post-sex haze. Something else grabs your attention when he yawns, and for a second you doubt yourself. You know it's not your mind playing tricks when he wipes his fingers across his mouth, and you’re able to see it for the second time. Acting out of pure impulse, you grasp his bottom lip between your thumb and finger to get a better look.

There it is.

A badly faded tattoo inked into the pink flesh of his inner lip. You think you’re mistaken at first, so you blink a few times and squint to make sure you’re reading the letters correctly. Despite the arguably poor line work, you can still make out the bold lettering ‘PU$$Y”.

“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” you scoff in disbelief, but before you can release his lip, he pretends to bite at your fingers until you swat him away.

His hands are roaming freely over your ass and up your back when pouts out the lip in question. “What? You don’t like that one?”

“I think I stand corrected. That is probably the sluttiest thing about you.” Snorting a laugh, you rub the muscles of his shoulders until your arms cross behind his neck.

He sighs at the satisfying feeling of your nails lightly scratching his scalp. “I was actually looking to get it removed here soon.” His eyes flutter closed as he cranes his neck back, similar to a cat leaning into a hand to be petted. “I can’t say it's my proudest moment.”

Withdrawing your hands from his hair, you ask out of curiosity, “So what’s the story behind this one?”

You swear you see embarrassment flash across his features from how he chews at his lip. “Ah well, besides being nineteen, alone with a bottle of tequila and access to a tattoo machine? I’m afraid there’s not much more to the tale than that.”

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the barely-detectable shift in his mood, and guilt starts to stir in your gut from fear that you’ve struck a nerve with the topic. You brush your fingertips across his slightly-downturned mouth, asking in a hushed voice, “You did it yourself?”

He hums his answer, smiling from your affectionate touch, but his eyes remain focused on his hands that are busy caressing up your sides. Maybe he’s distracting himself, or even you, when he cups your breasts, giving them a playful squeeze in the palms.

You whine at the feeling, and squirm in his lap as you stroke the trimmed hair of his mustache with your index finger, humming in thought. “Ya’know, I think you should shave this.”

He chuckles, sending the warm, airy laughter across your chest. “Why? Don’t like that either?”

“No! No, I do,” you insist in a too-loud voice, and the kiss placed on your collarbone nearly made the next thought disintegrate on your tongue. “But I also think it’s a shame to cover up your beautiful lips. A clean-shaven look would suit you.”

“Hmmm. I might have to consider that.” He draws the tip of his nose up the column of your extended throat, breathing you in through a deep inhale. “Might make up for the shitty lip tattoo.”

You’re putty in his hands, forgetting where you are, or even what day it is when he kisses up your neck as he roams across the contour of your ass and between your legs. You groan in response, “Maybe there’s nothing wrong with stating your favorite meal.”

His response to your sentiment is a heavy breath that verges on the edge of a growl hitting your throat. His hands quickly find their place around your waist to rock you forward enough to feel his cock twitch and harden beneath you, making you giggle in shock, “Already?”

He scoffs, pulling away just far enough to give you a view of his face, “I'm sorry. I wasn’t aware that your expectations of me included not getting hard when you sit naked on my dick.”

That look he’s giving you. The same one you saw the first day you met him. It’s the one that could sell you on anything he desired.

You only roll your eyes in response before glancing at the nightstand in search of your phone. “What time is it?”

“Hmm… I dunno. But for some reason I don’t care,” he sighs with an unbothered lilt in his voice, and tries to bring you in for a kiss, but you pull away before his lips touch yours.

He rips his head away, brows raised at you in disbelief, huffing a sharp puff of air through his nose. “I’m offended.”

“Well, I’m sorry to offend, but I really have to brush my teeth, and I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll let it slip just this once because that’s not a bad idea. I’m sure there’s a pack of toothbrushes in the bathroom somewhere.” A mischievous grin forms on his face.“ And I’m never one to turn down a shower with a beautiful woman.”

You slide off his lap and off the edge of the bed, and throw a quip over your shoulder, “Who says you’re joining?”

The sharp smack of his hand to your ass elicits a high-pitched squeak from your throat while sending you forward in the direction of his door. You pad across the wooden floor — barefoot and naked — to exit his bedroom and walk into the hall. Not remembering much from the night before, the layout of their house is foreign to you. There is a closed door across from Josh’s, which you’re quick to remember is Jake’s, but as you turn left to wander in search for the bathroom, you see an open door.

You flip on the switch, and take in the sight when your eyes adjust to the new lighting. You were in here at one point in the night, but the little details of the space were the last thing on your mind given the circumstances. Now, in the light of day and a clearer conscience, you’re able to absorb everything more clearly.

To your left is a modern style black vanity with two white, porcelain basins resting on its surface. Across from you is a massive walk-in shower encased in glass walls. Golden bathroom fixtures contrast the almost-black, gray hexagonal tile work that lines the inside of the shower.

You slowly venture in, feeling the cool tile beneath your bare feet as you make your way to the large mirror. You’re startled by your reflection, scanning over the vast collection of hickies and love marks that are scattered across your skin in an array of shapes, sizes and colors. Spreading the bruised flesh with your fingertips to gauge the damage, you can’t even begin to map out which ones are left by Josh and where Jake’s begin.

Josh enters the bathroom a few seconds later, and your eyes are instantly drawn to his image in the mirror. He’s clearly comfortable with his own nakedness, shuffling behind you, still-half hard as he rummages around the drawer in search of the spare toothbrush. You turn away, blushing awkwardly at the sight, even though you just had him in your mouth minutes ago. Something about the action felt rather domestic for only knowing him for such a short amount of time.

He offers a basic, standard-issue toothbrush he pulled from the torn plastic packaging. Plucking it from his fingers, you let the sarcastic comment slip, “A stash of toothbrushes for all your guests?”

Your criticism comes out harsher than you intend, causing him to take a step back in order to look you over. He tilts his head, showing the genuine confusion pulling his brows together. He takes a few seconds to process your words until a special glint shines in his amber-colored eyes. “Am I hearing a hint of jealousy on your tongue?”

Was it?

Your mouth falls open to reply, but before you can utter a single word, he takes a step forward with open arms, interrupting your thoughts. “Here, let me take care of that for you.”

He takes your face, holding it between his hands to plant a kiss directly on your mouth, but you fight back by wriggling away, working to dodge the attempts to lock lips. You throw your head back, squealing in protest, “Josh!”

Giggles burst through his chest as he tries shushing you, “Shhh…I think a kiss will make it all better.” His lips connect with your cheek, causing his words to mumble into the flesh, “I’ve been so so good. I think I deserve it, baby.”

With his hands weaving into your hair at the nape of your neck, you groan from the temptation, but stay steadfast in your choice to wait, huffing through a dry laugh, “I literally just had your cum in my mouth. Let me brush first.”

He nips at the apple of your cheek, savoring its sweetness with a teasing lick. “I love when you talk dirty to me.” Pulling away a few inches, he gives himself enough space for his eyes to drift down to your lips. With his naked body wrapping around yours, you’re able to feel the warmth of him pressing into your hip. “Also bold of you to assume I don’t enjoy that sort of thing.”

You hide the blush creeping up to your face with a playful shove to his chest and laughter loud enough to wake up Jake, “Oh my god! You’re fucking gross.”

Josh flashes a cheeky grin as he releases you. “Yeah, well, I think you secretly like that about me.”

“Bold of you to assume that I like you at all. I could be in it just for the perks.” He gives you the side eye as takes an electric toothbrush from its charging dock on the counter — one that's white and sleek in design. Although, the only response he gives you is a bout of throaty laughter while he swipes a line of toothpaste across the bristles before handing the tube over.

He pops it into his mouth, mumbling around the brush stuck in the side of his cheek, “You have a funny way of showing your indifference.” The comment is sealed with a wink, and he turns away from you toward the shower.

You copy his actions, brushing your teeth while watching him pull a stack of bath towels out from the cabinet. He breaks away to spit into the other basin before turning on the water inside the shower. It takes incredible effort for you not to giggle at the lovely view of his little butt jiggling as he moves around the bathroom.

After placing the toothbrush back into its designated spot, he hops into the shower while you’re preoccupied with rinsing. You finish up, pull open the door to see his back facing you as he stands under the far-side showerhead. “Without me? Now I’m offended.”

His laughter bounces around the slate-toned tile, “I was getting cold, and things shrivel, okay?” He looks over his shoulder, squinting from the water rolling over his face. “Can't let you see me in such a vulnerable state.”

You walk into the soothing heat of the water, making your way over to him. Slipping your arms around his waist, and using a particularly flirty voice, you tease into his exposed ear, “Oh no. We can’t dent that giant ego of yours, can we?”

He hums, sending the thrumming sound into your chest, and takes your hand in his. He pulls it across his cock, making you feel the weight and size of him stiffening along your fingers. “You think my ego is dented, baby?”

He turns within your embrace to face you, and without another second of hesitation, crashes his lips into yours. He’s quick to lick into your mouth, making you realize that waiting the few extra minutes to kiss you has created an insatiable hunger within him. You find yourself chasing the cool metal of his jewelry as his tongue dances across yours — its existence acting as an ill-kept secret he chooses to reveal in the most opportune moments.

You could kiss him for hours, exploring each other under the falling water and rising steam of the shower. You’re not even sure how much time has passed when the sound of knuckles rapping against the glass startles you from the daydream, making both of you turn your heads to find the source.

The fogged door to the shower opens, and he instantly grumbles in frustration, “Are you fucking kidding me? We’re having a moment here, dude.”

You peer over your shoulder to see Jake stepping in completely nude. Unbothered by Josh’s annoyance, he chuckles, “And let you two hog all the hot water? I don’t think so.”

Josh releases his arms around you, albeit reluctantly, so you can turn around to face his brother. You watch as he stands under the opposite shower-head, tipping his head back to let the spray wet his long hair. The water running over their tattooed skin resembles an artist’s coating of glossy varnish brushed across an oil painting. Whereas the vibrant colors on Josh’s body are deeply saturated, popping in vibrancy against the golden-tone of his skin, Jake’s black and gray work has the appearance as though the art has been dipped in fresh ink.

You’re staring.

You know you are, but you can’t stop your wandering eyes from exploring the details of his naked body in front of you if your life depended on it. You can see the silver hoops of his ears now that his soaked hair clings to his neck and shoulders. Rivers of hot water have been created, flowing down the contours of his chest, pouring down his torso like a waterfall. It carries your eyes down past his navel and between his legs, causing the bubbling feeling to rise inside you.

Aside from the obvious distraction that’s leaving you bashful, you’re able to admire the unveiled tattoos on his thighs now that they are bare and in your view. His right showcases the portrait of a beautiful mermaid, graced with cascading waves of floating hair, supple, perked breasts that are wrapped in a blanket of fanned fins. The left reveals a more violent scene, depicting a massive, brooding pirate ship that’s split in two by the Kraken, pulled into the depths of the ocean. The sea creature’s long tentacles swirl around in different directions, wrapping around the lean muscles of his upper leg.

Jake rolls his head forward, causing the water to run down the sharp planes of his face, coaxing you with an open hand. You take his fingers without question, letting him tug you forward in such a swift movement that your chest collides with his. He chuckles, then speaks in his lowest voice against your cheek, one that’s still loud enough for you to hear over the running water, “I was a little sad to see that my little dove had flown to another bed this morning.”

Josh’s hand, now slick with soap, slips down the center of your spine when he throws a prodding remark over your shoulder to his twin, “I think it’s quite obvious that I’m clearly her favorite.”

Jake hums in disappointment, and pulls away to look at you with a raised brow., “Is that true?”

Not only are you put on the spot with the question, but Josh is making it nearly impossible for you to concentrate with his hands lathering soap across your back in massaging circles.

Jake clicks his tongue as he watches his own hand snake up your throat, making you suck in a sharp breath as his fingers press into the pulse point. Beads of water ricochet off his face and onto yours when he breathes across your parted mouth, “I’m curious as to why I didn’t hear you this morning.”

His wet lips ghost across your jaw until they eventually touch your ear, taunting you with a satisfying purr, “Because if you were my bed, I would have fucked you until you were screaming my name for him to hear.”

Confident in how he’s left you speechless, he suddenly breaks his hold on you to reach for the bottle of shampoo sitting on the shower ledge, gifting you with a knowing smirk as he does so. As you stand here in shock, he’s more than aware that he’s teasing you with the mundane action, making sure to take his time squirting the soap into the palm of his hand and massaging it into his scalp as if you aren’t standing right in front of him.

You extend your open hand until it touches his silken chest, feeling his relaxed breathing beneath your palm. Jake’s eyes remain closed as his head stays tipped back, but you still catch the harsh swallow in his throat in response. Your fingertips follow the flow of the water until his stomach shudders from you tickling across his navel. While his expressionless face keeps up the act of nonchalance, the twitch and bounce of his hardening cock gives him away.

Meanwhile, Josh’s hands have slipped around your hips and up the front of your body. Fingers splay out, gliding across the soap foam to feel across the delicate softness of your belly. He eliminates the inches of distance, hooking his chin over your shoulder to bring you together so his chest connects with your back. His left hand floats across the rich lather he’s created, cupping your breast with a firm squeeze, while the right slides its way up your sternum to wrap around your throat.

The gasp you release evolves into a deep moan from the feeling of his fingers pressing into you just as Jake had done moments before — yet it’s seemingly different. There’s a certain neediness to Josh’s touch around the vulnerable spot, as if worshiping you every moment he was given, forgoing any sense of possessiveness his brother might have.

The high-pressure of the running water massages across your back from his side’s shower head, bouncing off naked skin to cover the shower door like a wall of rain. You watch the heavy droplets trickle down, merging together along the pane of glass until the sharp sensation of Josh’s teeth dragging across your shoulder yanks your focus away.

Your hips roll against him, grinding against his erection that’s been pressing into your ass for the last few minutes. He hums in approval, tightening his hold around your body that much more. You melt into the embrace, as if the hot steam billowing up from the floor has fused you to him. The diluted suds of Jake’s shampoo are starting to run down in waves over his body as he rinses his hair. You trace a solitary index finger from the base, along his growing length, and to the tip of his cock, causing a smirk to break through his stoic face.

You jump on the chance to tease him in this fleeting lapse of his control by loosely wrapping your fingers around him. The temperature of the water doesn’t mask your ability to feel his warmth as he hardens in your grasp. You study the way he slowly licks across his lips, how his breathing begins to deepen when you start to stroke him — mesmerized watching the artwork decorating his chest as it shifts with the ever-moving canvas of his skin.

A low groan rumbles within him, loud enough that the sound echoes within the shower walls, and his head falls forward suddenly like a loosened hinge. He has to brace himself by placing an open hand to the shower wall, but hasn’t opened his eyes to look at you just yet. The washed hair that he has slicked to the back of his head has fallen free in long tendrils, framing his face. With the water no longer flowing down his back, it pours from those ends of his hair, the very tip of his nose, the pouted edge of his parted bottom lip and his chin.

You watch as his dark, defined brows shift as the speed and technique of your hand changes, going from a raised to furrowed state, and back again. Slick with leftover soap, you slip your other hand between his legs to cup the rest of him in the safety of your palm. The careful rub of gentle fingers along the hot skin as you continue stroking him causes a stifled moan to escape his open mouth.

He huffs a breathy laugh, shining a devilishly handsome smile while looking up through soaked lashes. “You’re fucking trouble.”

The combination of Jake’s wet cock pulsing wildly in your hand while Josh’s ruts into the small of your back sends a primal need straight to your core. You clench around nothing — only the memory of them between your legs hours ago. As if Josh can feel the impatience coursing through you, his hand leaves its place around your throat, and trails back down through the valley of your breasts, roaming over your curves until he dips between your shaking legs.

His slender, tattooed fingers part you while sighing into your ear, sending the hummed sound over the folds of your brain, “Fuck, baby. She’s already so swollen and hard for me.” He pauses to bite at your earlobe, rolling his tongue ring over as he sucks it into his mouth before praising, “Pretty little thing.” Another heavy breath rolls into a purr against you, “A greedy one, isn’t she?”

He graces you with an artist’s touch, drawing the pad of his middle finger across your clit in a changing pattern of shapes. You don’t even fight when he attaches his lips to the side of your neck, allowing him to add to the collection of marks he and his brother have left on you.

Your vision is blurred by steam, hot water, and the blooming cloud of lust circling in your head, but you’re able to see Jake reaching out with his free hand to grasp your chin between his thumb and fingers, guiding himself to you. He kisses you, capturing your wet lips with his own. The heat of his mouth is addicting, a stark contrast from the water that’s already started to chill on your skin. Yet, despite the soothing heat of his tongue, you can taste the mint flavor from his toothpaste lingering in his mouth.

He sends a moan over your tongue, rolling his hips to chase the friction of your hand pumping around his cock. You do the same, as you’re becoming increasingly more distracted by Josh playing with your clit.

The sensation of his hot tongue running across your cool, wet skin along your shoulder makes your knees buckle beneath your weight, but thankfully Josh’s hand wrapped underneath your breast keeps you upright. With your head resting on his shoulder, he speaks softly with a crooning voice against your cheek, “Is it getting difficult, baby?” You would respond with something witty, but the thought disappears somewhere in the fog swirling your mind. “Hard for you to think while I’m fucking you with my fingers, huh?

The digits curl with precision, pressing against the special spot hidden inside you, working you while the heel of his palm rubs against your clit. Your eyes clamp shut, and the movements of your hand on Jake begin to stagger in rhythm. An internal battle is waging within your body, fighting the decision whether to stiffen or relax in Josh’s arms. His voice is so low and deep it almost dissipates into beading water hitting the tile. “They feel good?”

You can only nod your pitiful answer with your face pressing up against his cheek. With a broad lick of his tongue across it, he teases with confidence dripping in his voice. “Sure seems like it with how your pussy’s swallowing them up.” He presses his fingers against the spot with more force, pairing the action with a nip to your ear. “Almost more than you gagging on my cock this morning.”

A groan tears through your chest and you tighten your fist around Jake, making him stumble forward when your fingertips squeeze around the head. He takes a second to compose himself before giving away that he’s heard his brother by asking him, “Felt fucking amazing, right?”

You might die in embarrassment at the idea of them bonding over your oral skills as if it isn’t for the fact that you’re stuck between them. It should be shameful with how greedy you are, wanting both of them to fill you up for the third time in twenty-four hours. You’re feeling the repercussions, the soreness of your muscles, the lack of proper sleep throughout the night, and most importantly — the dull aching between your thighs. You can’t force yourself to care in the slightest.

You feel the teeth of Josh’s grin drag across the nape of your neck as he grinds himself against your ass. “I’d say the best I’ve ever had.”

You’re getting closer to your peak, climbing faster than you could have anticipated. The blanketing heat of your impending orgasm floods between your legs, making the movement of your hand on Jake slow to a stop. You’re lost in the high of lust flowing in your veins, practically riding on Josh’s hand as his fingers pump inside you. You release your hand from Jake to reach back for Josh, making him withdraw his fingers and smack your swollen cunt with an open hand.

You cry out from the sting and empty feeling you’re suddenly left with, “What the fuck?!”

He hisses in your ear while his fingertip tickles across your clit, making you squirm in his hold. “You thought I was gonna reward you for that?” Jake giggles at your flustered state as he’s busy brushing his thumb across your nipple, but Josh continues, “Don’t be selfish, baby. Be a good girl and don’t take your hand off him again.”

Jake grabs your wrist in a gentle hold, guiding it to his cock — the inked skull on the back of his hand staring back at you once again. He strokes himself with your hand beneath his, showing you the exact pace and pressure he wants. “Just like that, dove.”

His fingers run along your arm, holding it loosely to brace himself as you work your hand around him once again. He’s watching with every ounce of focus he possesses, and his brows are sewn so tightly together it almost looks as if he’s in pain, grimacing through the ragged panting from his lungs. “Fuck, that’s feels good.”

Josh’s fingers find their place buried deep inside you, picking up exactly where he left off. The soap he used is acting like a lube against your backside, allowing him to glide himself in eager thrusts against your ass.

Jake tightens his grasp around your arm, stammering out through a pitchy moan thats unfamiliar to you, “I’m..I’m gonna-“

Even through the mess of wet, soap-slicked bodies, all three of you work in unison to find a collective release. Josh is determined to make you finish first, throwing you off the edge into the unforgiving sea of your orgasm. You drench his fingers in your arousal, riding through each undulating wave on his hand. Through the height of your ecstacy, you’ve been pumping your hand faster on Jake, feeling his cock harden and pulse in preparation. Josh retreats his hand from between your legs to grab your hip, pressing the tiny indents into the flesh. Jake loses control and unravels before you, grunting through a final squeeze of your fingers across the head of his cock. He drives himself back into your hand, shooting his cum into your stomach, rewarding you with its heat before it washes away down your body.

Josh is only seconds behind, jerking himself with frenzied pumps as his other hand digs into your side. His knuckles hit your skin with each pass, giving away just how desperate he is at this moment. A string of hushed curses through strained panting flutters across your back as he paints you. You arch into the feeling, connecting the back of your head to his brow. No one dares to move for a minute, locked in a trance as the streams of water fall around you. Josh swipes his fingers through the cum he’s left across your asscheek, admiring his work before it's lost forever.

Jake is the one to break the silence once he finds a clearer state of consciousness, “Josh?”

Straightening himself from his crouched position against you, he responds with a cracked voice, “Yeah?”

Jake shifts his weight on his legs, and reaches for the bottle of conditioner on the ledge. “Weren’t you supposed to open the shop this morning?”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck!” Josh curses loudly and stumbles away from you in a panic, nearly slipping on the tile before grabbing the shower door handle. He whips his head back to look at you, revealing the new guilt and stress masking over his features. He leans in and places a chaste kiss to your lips before apologizing, “I’m so fucking sorry I gotta run, baby. Talk later?”

“S-sure,” you mumble against his lips, clearly still trapped in this daze. He kisses you again, giving into the urge to lick across your bottom lip.

Before you can convince him to forget all his responsibilities again, Jake scolds him with a forceful shove to his chest to break the two of you apart, “Go, you fucking idiot!”

Josh doesn’t even argue, and stumbles out of the shower, causing a rush of cold air to sting your bare flesh. Jake rushes to close it and take you into his arms without his brother’s presence stopping him. The view through the glass is obstructed with steam, but you can hear Josh fumbling in the bathroom for a minute, then the sounds of his feet hitting the wood floor when he runs into his bedroom.

Jake kisses you gently, peppering your jawline with the touch of his lips until they brush the shell of your ear. The sound of his voice is affectionate, even with the lingering notes of his desire, “Now let’s take care of that tattoo before I can enjoy you all to myself.”

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bunnyboybosom · 1 month

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Emery Starsent

[ID: A viera holds a decorated katana over her head in a defensive stance. She has dark brown skin; long, curly brown hair; and rather wide upright rabbit ears. He is wearing a white tunic under black and gold ornamental armor and a metal headpiece with two horns attached to it. They look at the viewer with a determined expression. end ID.]

Basics

Name: Emery. While "Starsent" is the last name she used when registering with the adventurer's guild, it's only a moniker gifted by a friend.

Nicknames: Ems (she finds this abbreviation offensive)

Age: 27 (as of the end of EW)

Nameday: 25th Sun of the 2nd Astral Moon

Race: Viera - Rava

Gender: Agender (any pronouns)

Orientation: Aceflux

Profession: Wandering adventurer, former field medic, aspiring white mage

Physical Aspects

Hair: Long, curly, dark brown hair.

Eyes: Her pupils appear to blend into her iris like cream in coffee. Her irises are a deep amber.

Skin: Dark, sepia brown. Roughly textured. Additionally, her nose is dark brown, as opposed to the pale pink/white of most viera.

Tattoos/scars: They have a tattoo of a mandala on their back, from which flowering vines extend down their left arm. Because of her face blindness, they apply face paint to themself to better recognize their reflection - simple streaks with complimentary dots on her upper cheeks. She has a large scar under her right breast where she was impaled by a piece of shrapnel after a military accident.

Family

Parents: Her mother was a member of the rabanastre royal guard. Their father was conscripted by the garlean empire prior to the 7th umbral calamity. She doesn't know what became of them, and doesn't remember their names.

Siblings: None.

Grandparents: Deceased.

In-laws and Other: Outside of his travels, they have been living with Lili'a. Neither of them really know what to make of their relationship. Additionally, she had a fling with Kozakura while staying in the Doman Enclave, but had to leave due to urgent circumstances. She hasn't yet really talked to her about it.

Pets: None.

Skills

Abilities: Swordsmanship - he studied in Doma while recovering from a military accident. In combat, she incorporates samurai techniques with those of a lesser known Ishgardian faction. Conjury - after the events of EW base, she is given a white mage jobstone by E-Sumi-Yan (supposedly, it belonged to a former life of hers, a padjal by the name of Ih-Runa-Ran). Training in both Gridania and introducing herself to geomancers of Othard, she is dedicating herself to honing her craft. Trap making and mending - He can make traps for small game or for fresh water fishing. She knows how to use a furnace; how to mend a tunic; and how re-wrap the hilt of a blade with leather straps. Lots of minuet skills that come from being a former soldier.

Hobbies: Hunting - she often accepts mark bills from Clan Centurio as both light sport and a means of income. Occasionally, he'll pair up with larger hunting parties to track down higher ranking (thus more dangerous) creatures. "Cafe-ing" - the Cerulean Lotus being one of his go to spots, he often enjoys going to late night cafes, reading and just existing in the ambiance. They often won't order more than a coffee and a pastry. Reading - spoiled for choice of books, with being granted access to the Noumenon while staying at the Vairemont household, most of the book keepers have stopped trying to keep her out of the areas reserved for collegiate staff and students. Some question whether she has a goal in mind, and perhaps she did at one point, but the purpose of her research diluted with time. Now, she simply reads to, well, read.

Traits

Most Positive Trait: Idealistic.

Most Negative Trait: Reclusive.

Likes

Colours: Rich, vibrant purples; gold; earthy greens

Smells: COFFEE!!, fresh water brooks, new paper

Textures: leather, glass marbles, coffee grounds, spun wool

Drinks: coffee (without milk) and a little brown sugar or molasses, green tea, carrot shakes.

Other Details

Smokes?: Recreational, by pipe.

Drinks?: Not really, doesn't enjoy the taste of most alcohol.

Drugs?: Not really.

Mount Insurance: He has a Doman Falcon named Toro.

Been Arrested?: Fortunately, no.

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Tagged by @cindernet-explorer (thank you love!)

Not going to tag anyone this time (as I already did on Lili'a's post). If you have more characters you'd like to do this for, feel free to say I tagged you!

#I have other non wol characters that i'd be willing to showcase #though i wont really have photos since i dont have a sub rn #for emery here I used the photo I took for a trust banner #tagged for me #Emery Starsent #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #q

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trendingtattoo · 2 months

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Beautiful Lotus Flower Tattoos & Their Meaning

The lotus flower, a captivating aquatic bloom rising pristine from muddy waters, has captivated cultures for millennia. Symbolizing resilience, purity, and spiritual awakening, it's no wonder the lotus flower has become a popular choice for tattoos. Let's explore five beautiful lotus flower tattoo variations and the unique meanings they hold.

The Delicate Bloom:

A single, slender lotus flower rendered in fine lines and soft shading exudes elegance and simplicity. This design embodies the core essence of the lotus – overcoming challenges (the muddy water) with grace and emerging beautiful and pure. The placement on the wrist or ankle adds a touch of femininity and allows for a subtle reminder of your inner strength.

The Colorful Blossoming:

For a vibrant and eye-catching design, a lotus flower in full bloom bursting with color is a stunning choice. The color itself adds another layer of meaning – pink for compassion, white for spiritual perfection, or blue for wisdom. This design celebrates the joy of the journey towards enlightenment and serves as a reminder to embrace the beauty that unfolds with growth. A placement on the shoulder or back allows the vibrant colors to take center stage.

The Budding Potential:

A lotus flower bud, just beginning to unfurl its petals, signifies new beginnings and the potential for spiritual growth. This design resonates with those embarking on a new journey or seeking self-discovery. The placement on the inner arm or behind the ear offers a more intimate and personal touch.

The Phoenix Lotus:

Combining the symbolism of the lotus with the mythical phoenix rising from ashes creates a powerful image of transformation and rebirth. This design is ideal for those who have overcome significant challenges and emerged stronger. The placement on the upper chest or back signifies the courage and strength it took to rise above adversity.

The Lotus Mandala:

For a truly intricate design, a lotus flower incorporated within a mandala creates a mesmerizing fusion of symbolism. The mandala represents the universe and the cyclical nature of life, while the lotus flower signifies spiritual awakening within that cycle. This design is ideal for those seeking a deeper connection to the universe and their place within it. The placement on the back or upper arm allows for the intricate details of the mandala to be showcased.

These are just a few ways to capture the beauty and meaning of the lotus flower in a tattoo. Remember, the most beautiful lotus flower tattoo is the one that resonates most deeply with your personal story and aspirations. So, find a design that speaks to you and let it bloom as a permanent reminder of your inner strength and potential for growth.

#lotustatto #meaningfultattoo #floralart #tattoosymbology #femaletattoos #beautifulart #tattoodesign #selflove #spiritualgrowth #bloomwhereyoureplanted

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mommalosthermind · 4 months

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16 & 18? :)

@exhuastedpigeon Hi Han!!

16- Do you have any tattoos? If not, would you like to?

Currently I have four: blue rose on one calf, anklet on the opposite side, a tiger lily with dog tags on a shoulder blade, and a kinda mandala-esque piece on the other shoulder with a crescent moon, lotus, and some gems I let my kids pick out. I day dream about plenty more, getting an animal/forest sleeve has been on my When I Rob The Rich list for ages lol

18- Do you like reading? If yes what’s your favorite book?

Oooooh this one is difficult. I love reading. I was the kid reading a book inside the textbook and getting in trouble for nicking books from the school library because I’d gone over limit. I have read So Many books. Aaaand then I found fanfic as a teen. So on the one hand I probably read even more now, but on the other it’s almost never traditional books, whoops. Push come to shove though, for actual books, I’d have to say Tamora Pierce’s Immortals Quartet is what I obsessed about the most. Hilariously, I discovered it because I was given the second book as a gift, purely because it’s called wolf speaker and I was a well known Wolf Child. My first real attempt at a fleshed out OC was in that universe. I can probably recite them tbh, and I delighted in reading them aloud to my own kids.

Found family, teen girl coming of age, learning things that are actually interesting, the ability to speak to animals, becoming a mom to an orphaned dragon, falling in love with a terrifyingly powerful ridiculously intelligent person who is also an adorable idiot, and setting an entire empire on fire and then telling several gods they’re dumb to their faces? Daine is *chefs kiss* fantastic character.

#exhaustedpigeon #asks #answered asks #ask game #momma talks #🥰🥰#immortals quartet #daine sarrasri #my beloved #and then I found my own numair so like #all I need is the ability to use bows without killing myself and also magic powers. lmao

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wanderingsongbird · 9 months

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i. ⸻ general.

name. Kate Denson alias⁽es⁾. The Hopeful Songbird gender. cisfemale. age. 31 [born 1983] spoken language⁽s⁾. English, German, and a smattering of Spanish and Japanese that she picked up on tours sexual preference. bisexual occupation⁽s⁾. Country music singer

ii. ⸻ appearance.

eye color. blue hair color. Bottled blonde [natural hair is brown] height. 5'1" major scars. Her first mori from the Trapper left a mark [middle of her back there is a massive scar]. There are scars left over from her corruption -- there is one under the mandala on her shoulder, another under the lotus on her leg, two on her arm, and one very faint one across her left cheek. Then there are the scars from out of trials death. Those include a scar from Freddy on her chest from all the blades stabbing through. Another from her heart literally getting ripped out, just below her rib cage. A scar low on her abdomen from that is from a Ghostface. Her right leg has an odd scar on the lower part of it, and that is from the leg getting ripped off by an oc killer. Then there are the scars from a legion mori, from where one killed her during the corruptions arc. The final scar is a thin one across her neck that faintly pulses orange from the Blight.

iii. ⸻ favorite.

color. yellow song. Shady Grove food. german potato salad drink. Dr. Pepper

iv. ⸻ have they ...

passed university. Yes -- music theory had sex. yes. had sex in public. Yes >_> gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant. No kissed a boy. Yes. kissed a girl. Yes. gotten tattoos. Yes -- she has several gotten piercings. yes [also several] been in love. Yes... but he is gone now, so she is hesitant to do it again in the Fog stayed up for more than 24 hours. Given how things work in the fog? Yes.

v. ⸻ are they ...

a virgin. no. a cuddler. yes! a kisser. yes scared easily. no. jealous easily. no trustworthy. Yes. dominant. Yes submissive. Yes. in love. It... is a possibility, but she is not ready to admit that to herself yet. single. yes.

vi. ⸻ random questions.

have they harmed themselves. no thought of suicide. no. attempted suicide. no. wanted to kill someone. Yes, during the corrupted arc. Outside of it? No. have any fears. Never getting out, losing hope. Submitting to Bass

vii. ⸻ family.

sibling⁽s⁾. None parent⁽s⁾. Allison and Tommy Denson significant other. none. pet⁽s⁾. none.

Tagged by: @manufactoredxbyxdesign Tagging: @hiddenferocity @ask-organized-chaos @surviving-in-the-fog @insidious-journalist @facesofthefog

#headcanons #headcanon

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stylebets02 · 2 years

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What does a Mandala lotus flower tattoo mean?

Mandala lotus flower tattoo is one of the most beautiful flowers that make for amazing body artwork. Lotus flower tattoos look fantastic. The best thing is there are myriads of lotus flower tattoo designs. One can get anything from a Mandala lotus flower tattoo to a Geometric Lotus tattoo. For more information visit here https://bit.ly/3KQHaWp

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teatitty · 2 years

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If you have any writing for it or any hcs, I am begging you to share some of that holmes examining watson's tattoo moments

Oh I'm absolutely planning to put it in a fic eventually (it's on my Holmes To Do List) but basically what started out as a simple "Watson has a lotus flower on his inner forearm" then gave birth to the idea of him also having a mandala on his back (look them up there's so many amazing designs for them) which... spiralled once I remembered that Holmes has canonically done extensive studies and research into tattoos and published a monograph about it!

Therefore I decided that. Well one day Watson also thinks about this and brings it up to Holmes and when Holmes confirms that, yes, he still studies the subject because there are gaps in his knowledge, Watson rolls up his sleeve to show the beautiful lotus there, and watches with amused indulgence as Holmes fully grabs his arm to get a proper look at it, muttering things under his breath all the while (in a good infodumping way)

One thing inevitably leads to another and Watson finds himself sitting shirtless straddling a chair or something as Holmes examines the mandala on his back with soft, almost reverent touches. Yes he gets close enough that Watson can feel his breathe on his skin and yes Holmes is very tempted to kiss the ink and has to clear his throat and speak a tad louder than usual to compose himself and back off. If I give Watson more tattoos he'd probably have them on his upper thigh as well just for the excellent image of Holmes putting that leg on his shoulder to get a proper angle for them as Watson tries his best to remember that breathing exists

#Anonymous #asks #watsholmes #if he had a thigh tattoo btw it would be #a lace like circular pattern behind the sanskrit word #for either 'peace' or 'hope'

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ridhiagarwal · 6 days

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Temporary Tattoos in India

The world of body art is constantly evolving, and one trend that has been gaining immense popularity in recent years is temporary tattoos. In India, this trend is rapidly catching on, with more and more people opting for temporary tattoos as a way to express themselves creatively without the long-term commitment of permanent ink.

In this article, we will explore the rising trend of temporary tattoos in India, the various designs available, and how businesses like SimplyInked are capitalizing on this growing market.

The Rise of Temporary Tattoos in India

Temporary tattoos have a long history, with evidence of their existence dating back thousands of years. However, it is only in recent years that they have gained mainstream popularity in India. One of the main reasons for this surge in popularity is the increasing acceptance of body art as a form of self-expression.

In India, where cultural and religious sentiments often influence attitudes towards body art, temporary tattoos provide a convenient alternative for those who want to experiment with different designs without making a permanent commitment. Additionally, temporary tattoo designs are non-invasive, pain-free, and can be easily removed, making them an attractive option for people of all ages.

The Appeal of Temporary Tattoo Designs

One of the most appealing aspects of temporary tattoos is the wide range of designs available. From intricate patterns to bold symbols, temporary tattoos offer endless possibilities for self-expression. In India, temporary tattoo designs are influenced by a variety of factors, including cultural heritage, religious beliefs, and contemporary trends.

Popular temporary tattoo designs in India include traditional motifs such as mandalas, lotus flowers, and henna-inspired patterns. These designs are often rich in symbolism and hold deep cultural significance for many people. In addition to traditional designs, contemporary temporary tattoo designs featuring geometric shapes, abstract patterns, and minimalist artwork are also gaining popularity among the younger generation.

The Business of Temporary Tattoos: SimplyInked

As the demand for temporary tattoos continues to grow in India, businesses like SimplyInked are capitalizing on this trend by offering a wide range of high-quality temporary tattoo designs. SimplyInked is a leading supplier of temporary tattoos in India, offering a diverse collection of designs to suit every style and taste.

One of the key advantages of SimplyInked is the sheer variety of designs available. Whether you're looking for traditional Indian motifs or modern, trendy designs, SimplyInked has something for everyone. Their temporary tattoo designs are created by talented artists and are made using the highest quality materials to ensure a realistic, long-lasting finish.

In addition to their extensive collection of designs, SimplyInked also offers custom temporary tattoo services, allowing customers to create their own unique designs. Whether it's for a special event, a corporate promotion, or just for fun, SimplyInked can create custom temporary tattoos to suit any occasion.

Promoting Your Business with Temporary Tattoos

In addition to providing high-quality temporary tattoo designs, SimplyInked also offers businesses a unique opportunity to promote their brand or product. Custom temporary tattoos featuring a company logo, slogan, or promotional message are a fun and creative way to generate brand awareness and engage with customers.

Temporary tattoos in india are highly visible and can be worn on any part of the body, making them an effective form of advertising. Whether you're hosting a corporate event, participating in a trade show, or launching a new product, custom temporary tattoos from SimplyInked are sure to make a lasting impression on your customers.

Conclusion

The popularity of temporary tattoos in India is on the rise, with more and more people opting for these non-permanent forms of body art as a way to express themselves creatively. With a wide range of designs available, including traditional Indian motifs and contemporary trends, temporary tattoos in india offer something for everyone.

Businesses like SimplyInked are capitalizing on this growing trend by offering a diverse collection of high-quality temporary tattoo designs. Whether you're looking for something traditional or modern, SimplyInked has you covered. Plus, with their custom temporary tattoo services, you can promote your brand or product in a fun and creative way.

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drishti33 · 7 days

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Temporary Tattoos in India

In this article, we will explore the rising trend of temporary tattoos in India, the various designs available, and how businesses like SimplyInked are capitalizing on this growing market.

The Rise of Temporary Tattoos in India

The Appeal of Temporary Tattoo Designs

The Business of Temporary Tattoos: SimplyInked

Promoting Your Business with Temporary Tattoos

Conclusion

#tattoos

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guptakeerti · 14 days

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Temporary Tattoos in India

In this article, we will explore the rising trend of temporary tattoos in India, the various designs available, and how businesses like SimplyInked are capitalizing on this growing market.

The Rise of Temporary Tattoos in India

The Appeal of Temporary Tattoo Designs

The Business of Temporary Tattoos: SimplyInked

Promoting Your Business with Temporary Tattoos

Conclusion

#tattoos

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