TATTOOS.

from smallest to largest:

Once, a cluster of vague, abstract shapes on the inside of his upper left arm. They were silhouettes of his children's horns, one shape for each orphan he kept at his side. They were entirely lost after Praetorium. Nothing remains of the marks on his left side.

ⅩⅣ under his left pectoral, gained after he was promoted to Legatus at around 34 or 35. It is just large enough to be covered by his palm. As his oldest tattoo, the letters are blurry with age, and become nigh indistinguishable as any language after being badly burned in the Praetorium.

Six bullets down the right side of his torso, starting at his ribcage and continuing down his waist. They are most often hidden by his arm, even when shirtless. Not all of them are alike, representing the different make and size of ammunition each gun needed, and are unevenly spaced, leaving room for the kills he made with a blade. Those are not illustrated: they need not be, as he still carries the three blades to this day. Those closer to his armpit are older and have become fuzzy with age, but the ones nearing his waist and hip are still crisp and relatively new.

A thorned black rose. The thicket of thorns and vines cover a great deal of his shoulders, with the flower itself placed roughly where his heart would be, slightly off-center and to the left. This tattoo was not mechanically curated: it was stick-n-poke, Valdeaulin's artistry, created by hand over many, many hours. Despite this, it was not his first attempt at tattooing another. His tribe of Duskwights used body art as a way of creating a vow, usually for marriage or life-long promises, and he did just the same with his captive after rescuing him from Praetorium's collapse. The mess of thorns and the solitary flower are a nod to the noose Valdeaulin has 'round Gaius's existence, should he misstep yet again.

A collection of four chrysanthemum flowers, leaves and all, climb up the back of his right ankle, flourishing on his lower calf. It is his newest tattoo and the only one in color, each flower a different shade. It sits atop an old scar received from shrapnel that tore into his achilles tendon, and would be the explanation he would give if a stranger inquired. However, they are a living memorial: a flower for each of the children he could not bury, a flower for each grave he could not visit. (Chrysanthemums represent many things among different cultures, and were often intended to provide protection to those who passed in Garlemald, an attempt to keep the dead's spirit from becoming a Reaper's avatar.)

OOH GIRL I HAD A FUN IDEA!

I was thinking about random TSC characters if they had tattoos (which I hope to make my own post about eventually, another one added to the pile) AND THEN I remembered that one Jacqueline Frost exists and I wanna know if she would have any tattoos! What of? Where? Would any of your OTHER oc's have them?

Idk just a thought to roll around in your head. Cause it's certainly been pinballing in mine!

This pin balled in my head ALL NIGHT, I TELL YOU. ALL! NIGHT!

I asked Jacqueline and she had 0 reply so I was left on my OWN here. NONE of the characters were like, sups vocal about this. BUT ANYWAY after a good night's sleep and some pre-bed pin balling, I have a list of likely to get tattoos/want them at the VERY least:

Fino and Fiera deffs would. They probably would get something matchy for funsies at some point, somewhere like. Obscure?? Like their side or like, shoulder or like leg somewhere. Deffs a nondescript one! And probs just before they turn 2000 lol. (tho the image of two rather small 1200 year olds going HI YES 1 MATCHING TATTOO PLEASE is so fucking funny)

Fiera would get more tats than just that for sure, lol.

Blaise would tattoo. does he have any? Not that I'm aware of. But he deffs would

Jacqueline simply has 0 ideas for a funky little tattoo, so she has 0 plans for one/want for one/need for one. Part of me is like, maybe she'd tattoo her scars?? But I think she leaves them as is. She thinks they're neat. They're tinged blue. Nobody ELSE has scars like that (you can imagine how this makes literally every other Frost feel lmao. Except the Twins, they're like "yes girl get it!" Fiera more so than Fino ;) I could MAYBE see her doing one with Dite? But neither of them are like, screaming OMG YES WE HAVE ONE ALREADY EVEN so take that with a smidgen of salt

Winter would not tattoo, but her sisters would! Autumn would get smaller ones but deffs in full colour. Summer is like MY BODY IS A CANVAS LET'S GO! She'd have even MORE colours than Autumn. Spring is a basic bitch and probably has a basic tattoo somewhere like a butterfly or a flower or something. Like, a really stereotypical "I got a tattoo omg!!" kinda thing! I WILL SAY. If she got a phrase in another language, Spring would Spell Check That Shit 100%

If Blossom wasn't a bunny, she'd have tattoos (I don't want to think about the logistics for an anthropomorphic-ish bunny getting a tattoo)

Grand Witches deffs have tattoos. Both of them. What are they? Idk! But they have them!

In terms of other Legates: I think Charlie would get a tattoo >:). Xander is a solid maybe. He could go either way. Day MAYBE and Night DEFFS and his are cool. I bet they're silvery and look like they are made of moonlight (they may very well be!). I already covered Jacquie and Dite (Dite would probably get a tattoo! Doesn't have any that I know of presently but deffs would) Myles I think has a thing about needles so he probably wouldn't get one unless Olivia went with him for emotional support. Olivia would NOT get a tattoo, but probably has the best ideas for them!

Upon further reflection, Winter is not a tattoo person BUT. DEFFS KNOWS HOW TO GIVE THEM. I feel like that's an unexpected hobby she'd have and that she's probably really good at it, too.

I hope this adds a second pinball to your pinballing ;) Sorry there's no concrete like OH YES THIS PERSON WOULD DEFFS GET THIS!! I am very much camp Jacquie and Myles, in that I think tattoos are very cool but A) have no idea what I'd get/want for a tat and B) DO have a thing about needles and would not want to even ATTEMPT to get one, my needle thing is that bad.

15. Do you have any piercings?

A Will and A Way || -

For a moment she thinks she has to have misheard Cisco. Not because what he said came across as though he'd been gargling mouth-wash with his lips pressed together while he was underwater. No, rather than the Charlie Brown Teacher sound effects, every word is clear and sharp and absolutely his voice in her ears though he's a respectable distance ~the other side of the table~ from her. Such an unexpected question and heard in a way she's unused to manages to scrunch her face in confusion. First, Cisco is never really comfortable talking about things like that. Idle discourse while they're working ranges the gamut of favourite video games, worst comic adaptations on streaming services, the nature of scientific advancement and the ethics they are bound in. Whenever she teases him about anything personal or untoward he tends to deflect with shyness and humour and in a lot of ways it feels like she's torturing him for no real reason. Second, she can't begin to understand why exactly he was asking. Was he considering getting his own piercings? Is he seeing someone and he needs to get some advice about how to work his way around them? Which brings up a more important question which is why he hadn't mentioned he'd met someone? Since when had she been out of the loop and how had she missed something so huge? "Uh." Ah yes, the eloquence of her intellect. Any day now, they're going to come along and confiscate her S*T *A*R Lab ID card and send her packing. Exactly what the Admiral would expect and would use at his pleasure to flay her alive. She keys in one more sequence before she slides out of her chair and comes around to Cisco's side of the table. This is a show-and-tell matter. She turns her head to the left so he can see her ear plain as day, and the four total she has there. "Lobe, and upper lobe," she says, pointing to the two lowest and most natural looking ones. Today, there's a crescent moon with a jewelled star in the lobe, an actual diamond solitaire in the upper. "Tragus" This is the opal stud in the bit of the ear attached to her upper cheek. Then she touches the silver ring and ball on the upper outer rim of her ear. "Helix." Then she shifts and offers him her right profile and the three there. The bar is the first one she points out. "Industrial." A matching solitaire diamond in the upper lobe, then a sort of tribal faux ruby in the lobe. "Bu wait, dere's more," she winks. She never takes her eyes off his face as she reaches down and unbuttons her jeans from first to last, and shimmies the denim down low enough that he gets a decent view of black lace against her skin. Three little aquamarine studs draw the eye to her narrow hip bone. "Sub-dermal implant. Dis one I got talked into when I was small kine tipsy." John had told her it was for protection. He'd held her head and whispered into her ear until the very last thing she was thinking about was someone cutting into her flesh and implanting metal into her body. If she was honest with herself, she's pretty sure John could have talked her into anything that night, and all the ones that came after before he disappeared from her life. But Cisco doesn't need to know that. To cover the sudden change in her expression, she turns around, back to him, and raises her shirt up a little. "An' I always keep small kine of home with me wherevah I go. Dis is symbolic of my aumakua, my islands, an' dere beauty." She doesn't mention or show him the other tattoos. They haven't gotten quite that close. "Now I'ma beatcha t' da punch an' say… no I don' got nipple piercings or ones…ah… down dere. I don' see da appeal, an' hand f' God, as a medical doctor, havin' dem can actually cause you to eventually lose sensitivity in dose places. So if ya considerin' piecings on ya… bits… my advice is…yeah, naw, brah."

TATTOO TRADITIONS & THE NADAAM.

    One of Magnai’s most prized features happens to be the looping tattoo curled around his upper arm. Formed out of circles and unfinished, the art is updated with every Nadaam win he adds to his streak.

     Much like military officers may display pins or patches on their uniforms to flaunt their station, those who win the Nadaam often find a way to flaunt their victory. Some tribes add embroidery into the winner’s robes, or add ornamentation to their tent.

     The Oronir tattoo one another, as one man’s win encompasses the tribe as a whole. While they are not the only to do so, they are the only family to approach it in such a way that leads the art unfinished should they ever lose.

     The tribe they quarrel with the most, the Dotharl, view each win as an accomplishment on it’s own, and any artwork they put into their flesh reflects the same: a pattern that fully wraps around the winner’s forearm, upper arm, or part of their leg. Most commonly seen among them is the hammer, a motif intending to signify power and eternal life. This goes along with their belief that the strongest among them will return to the Steppe.

     The hammer pattern can be seen among many Dotharl:

     The Oronor do not see one win to be fully encompassing. Strength is made of multiple victories, even if such a victory is not one they personally obtained. Combined with their belief of being descendants of Azim and the sun, their tattoos are derived from the King’s Bracelet pattern:

     (In the real world, the symbol is often seen as a sign of peace or tranquility. While I’m not sure this is something that would jive with the Oronir tribe, who pride themselves on their competition and thirst for victory, I do see a similarity in it to the astrological symbol for the sun: ☉.

     Which, obviously, given the clan’s beliefs, aligns quite nicely, and is why I ended up choosing the pattern overall.)

    With the end of Stormblood, the tattoo will remain unfinished. It only partially wraps around his upper bicep, not quite centered in a way that shows the failure wasn’t expected. His tribe could win another Nadaam, of course, and add onto their tattoo ring without a gap - and many will. But Magnai sees it as an end to his reign, and even should he win another round, a gap will be left where the win could have been.

     As for Cirina, she indulges in the tradition for the novelty. Very few in her tribe’s history have had a win, and while it is not something she would have had done for any other occasion, it is something to be proud of. However, she opted not to have a bracelet or anklet tattoo, and has instead the ulzii hee: the endless knot. It is intended to symbolize everlasting happiness, and she has it placed below her collar, in a similar area to where she would pull her bowstring taut before firing.

     Since Alta has not returned to the Steppe as of Endwalker, she has still yet to receive her Nadaam tattoo - something I’m certain Magnai has bothered her about during their stint in Garlemald. Without much memory of her own tribe having won, nor what kind of design they might have displayed, she’s remained fairly mum on the tradition. However, I do think she would try and get something pertaining to her adventures and time spent abroad, her time in other realms and in other times.

     (Which might end up being something as simple as a black line around one of her limbs, given how difficult it would be to truly encompass everything.)

forcing myself to not look at tattoos because I got three in April and truly need to slow down

I got a tattoo of the Lorax and he had a gun. 

Also the tattoo kept changing places.

THE DAY THAT MARKFS DIED (231225)

ah, memories...

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IM STILL HERE!!!! I NEVER FUCKING LEFT!!!!! I LIVE IN THESE PHOTOS!!!!!!!!!

and the fact that THE GHOST ACC POSTED IT ON THEIR STORY....

At one time, Valdeaulin was as good with a longbow as he was with black magic. He used the physical weapon primarily for hunting game, not for fighting. After his confrontation with the Empire as a member of the Gridanian forces, however, his brain injury greatly cut back on his fine motor skills.

His hands shake nigh consistently, and it proves to make readying an arrow almost impossible - and as he angers, his trembling becomes worse.

Unfortunately, this also impacted his ability to tattoo, an heirloom skill passed down among his Duskwight tribe. If he were to relax and not become tense, the tremors would lessen: but with a blasting temper and too much self-hatred, Valdeaulin hasn't found a hint of peace in years.

Gaius's black rose tattoo is muddled. Despite only being a handful of years old, Valdeaulin's uneven technique left parts of the artwork blurry. He very well could go abroad and have the tattoo touched up - just as he had to do in order to get his memorial piece on the back of his calf.

But Valdeaulin wouldn't permit it, and neither would he. It is what it was meant to be, Gaius thinks. To have it cleaned up almost felt as if it were sacrilegious.

cool girls with tattoos always look better skinny

you’re tattoo artist!sukuna’s favorite client. you’ve seen him so much that he gives discounts now, allowing you the financial freedom for even more tats. so now you’re coming to him like twice a month (give or take) and he can’t get enough of you.

and you’re not an idiot. he’s a talented artist, his work is worth way more than what he’s charging. and you’ve noticed the way he clings onto your body during sessions, the way his thumb rubs small circles into your plush skin as he works. always making sure his favorite girl is comfortable. you’ve been falling into his trap willingly. letting your legs open a bit more while he’s in between them working on a sternum tat. there’s something so addicting about the way he’s focused on your body, that, plus the slight pain of the tattoo in general makes you dizzy.

it’s no surprise that after a few months you start booking late night sessions with him. the shop being completely empty by the time he finishes prepping his station. when it’s time to put the stencil on your desired area, he does the honors of putting it up against you while you are both looking in the mirror. his bulky frame practically spilling out the mirror’s borders. you never realized how tall he was until now. his arms are slinked around your waist from behind, fondling with the buttons of your jeans to try and get a better placement. of course it isn’t your fault that your pants are at your ankles now as tattoo artist! sukuna rubs your clit gracefully. his other hand laced around your throat, forcing you to keep looking at yourself as he brings you to the edge. at one point you swear he was snickering, almost like you crying out his name and wiggling around in his grasp was entertaining for him.

“Shhh, pretty girl, let yourself go f’me. Such a slut, y’know that?” your head was nodding uncontrollably, his hand only gripped tighter around your throat.

“Pretty girls can use their words, yeah? Tell me how it feels baby.”

“S-so good. So good—!” your orgasm came like a massive wave, washing over both you and tattoo artist!sukuna. his movements slowed down on your pussy as he planted soft kisses on your temple.

“Now get yourself cleaned up, I got a job to do, and we don’t want yer boyfriend wonderin’ why it’s taking so long.”

oh right…. choso.

So I've been trying to buy pants and it reminded me that everything is sized so small and I got angry again because

BEHOLD: AN OBESE PERSON

tenjiku + pokemon part 1!

sold

my sad boy. he’s personal to me, but I love that he speaks to other people

there’s a few cracks ☹️ though honestly that seems like great symbolism

but his tattoos and piercings turned out great

and the back of his head is suitably horrible. I had originally covered his hands in blood but I wiped it back when I didn’t like it, and it turned into such a nice (and unplanned) effect to just have a little red staining his hands

My dad came back from the dead (like totally normal, not a zombie or anything) and got mad at my brother for getting the tattoo he'd had designed when he was alive because now he couldn't get it.

Apparently, we were supposed to know people can suddenly become alive again even though it had never happened before.