A close friend of mine is a tattoo apprentice, and I've been letting her pick and choose what ideas I've had that she'd like to use as practice. We keep finding ourselves on the Majora's Mask arm.
The Fierce Deity sword was her second tattoo done on actual skin. It was done back in January of this year.
I plan on getting one more sword at least (wanted both guilded and fairy but both won't fit she thinks, so I lean toward fairy since its bigger than let her decide again when it's done?) and continuing to fill in the rest with small things, on my bicep will be Skull Kid and the Fierce Deity which is another thing I've had planned since I was young.
Majoras Mask and "Believe in your strengths" was done 10 years ago now. It was my second tattoo and I had it planned for many years. Looking at it now, I regret not getting it in the traditional game font, but at the time that was the very specific font I imagined it in for some reason.
In fairness, there was always something wrong with the portals. Stepping into them felt both like stepping into the emptiness between worlds and it felt like being squeezed through the most compressed, miniscule crevice in the universe. Their bodies felt as though they were simultaneously being torn into atoms and pressed tighter than should have ever been possible, all while something deep, something innate told them to walk, just keep walking forwards until all of a sudden the strangeness of the portal was nothing more than a bad dream and the glaring darkness melted back into reality.
But this one was different. Something about it was wrong, something more than the usual feeling of unreality that accompanied the appearance of a portal. The smell of ozone that came with it was too strong and the edges of the swirling darkness seemed to be made of static, jumping and shifting between solid and indistinct, tearing at the edges of reality.
“I’m out.” Legend said. “Whatever. Screw this. That thing looks like it’s going to eat us and I'm not about to get pulled apart by a broken-ass portal. Fuck it. I’m out.” for emphasis, he threw his hands in the air and made to turn on his heel.
As he moved, though, a bolt of lightning lanced from the portal and struck the ground at his feet, blackening the grass in every direction. Legend shrieked and leapt back, and even from a few feet away Warriors could feel the fine hair on his arms and legs standing on end with the electricity humming through the air. The stench of ozone had become all encompassing.