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liquidcolorstudioco · 4 months
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Liquid Color Tattoo Studio
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Address: 706 South College Avenue, Ste 200, Fort Collins, CO 80524
Phone: 970-541-2992
Website: https://liquidcolorstudio.com
Welcome to Liquid Color Studio, where artistry and personal expression converge in a modern and holistic tattooing sanctuary of self-expression. We are delighted to introduce ourselves as a premier tattoo studio in Fort Collins, CO for those seeking realistic, illustrative, memorial and fine-line tattoos that transcend conventional boundaries. We understand that a tattoo is more than just ink on skin—it is an intimate reflection of one's unique story, passions, and identity. We strive to create breathtaking works of art that capture the essence of your vision. Whether you are a tattoo enthusiast or a first-time client, we welcome you to embark on a transformative journey with us - book a free virtual or in-studio consultation to begin.
Business Hours: Mon - Fri: 10 am - 7 pm | Sat: 12 PM - 7 PM
Payment: Cash, Cards, Cash App, Venmo
Business Email: [email protected]
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beejsdevilishsoulmate · 10 months
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A new tattoo session approaches...
My Aunt collected our Uncle's ashes yesterday and they gave her a copy of his handprints, the Brothers getting his whole hand on his upper arm, and me and our cousin are getting his thumbprints made into a heart.
I'm thinking of getting it over my heart, with his name...
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CHILDREN OF BHAAL
I adore the vibe of redeemed durge your sister killed your mind and took your place - it was the greatest gift she ever gave you
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oobbbear · 2 months
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Dumb art advice for people who can’t understand logic like me:
First, turn off your brain and just draw a bunch, for example you want to learn to draw hands, go on Pinterest search ‘Hands’ and just copy what you see, do this everyday for 30min-1hour, slowly you’ll get a vague understanding of how hands work
THEN, go and watch some tutorials and the learn structure of the hand. The logic and structure are important but you won’t understand anything if you don’t already have a good picture of what the thing look like in your brain.
(This method works really well if you want to learn anatomy, don’t go dig into the muscle and skeleton, draw figures first, you don’t need to know what you’re drawing you just need to have an understanding of the flow of human body, it will help you greatly later on when you really go into the structure of body)
Of course this is only based on personal experiences, you can learn the theories and then practice but that did not work for me, if I don’t have hands on experience on what I’m drawing I won’t understand a single word in the tutorial. Do what works best for you I’m just putting this out here
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carrotcakecrumble · 6 months
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Moments before the most romantic breakfast in bed dropped‼️‼️🧵
Once again, just to reiterate, their hands are still secretly doing the S1,e4 thing <3
(The version with the tattoos, cannot believe I forgot bbygrls emo-trauma tats🧎🏻‍♀️)
(image id in alt text!!)
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fizzytoo · 6 months
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hey, soldier
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bexyarts · 7 months
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I absolutely love designing weapons and so when I was approached with a commission for a techno memorial tattoo I was (and still am) absolutely honored. I am happy to have made something so important for someone so close to me and I'm glad they trusted me enough to let me design it.
I've added color and stuff to ensure people know it's comm art, but I do have commissions open so feel free to reach out if you're interested!
And as a last note,
Technoblade never dies!
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coyoteclan · 2 months
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Big TW for pet loss
Hey, clangen tumblr and those who just enjoy the silly cats on this blog. I know it's been a little bit of time since my last update, but unfortunately during the past few months, I have been caring for my closest friend, Comet.
She's been my best friend for 15 whole years, and on February 9th of 2024, I'm sad to say that she has passed. I won't lie when I say that this is one of the hardest posts I've ever made, but I want to continue this blog in her honor. Normally, I have a terrible habit of just letting projects like this slip by me and gather dust; however Comet was meant to play an integral part within the blog to immortalize her, and I refuse to let something meant just for her to go to waste.
I want to thank you all first of all for being such an amazing community. I've genuinely had so much joy come of this blog, and it pains me that I let it go stagnant for as long as I have. There are 568 of you now, which is so extremely wild to me; but I hope that from now on, you can all love Comet as much as I did, even if as a memory.
I hope to return to posting content both here and on my main, @mxssacre , but for now I still need time to grieve and come to terms with the loss of someone that was so incredibly intertwined with everything I've done since I was 9 years old.
Thank you for everything Comet, my heart, my soul, my love.
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More of my favorite photos of her beneath the cut.
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It's hard to choose favorites out of the thousands of photos I've taken of her over the years, but I hope these do her justice to show what an amazing being she was. I hope you're hunting your toy mice in the stars, Comet.
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roachparades · 1 year
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Yall like chickens?
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casziraphale · 25 days
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Me when I think about Crowley’s car’s starter crank that was also the crank which kickstarted the universe:
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And how he used it during that scene with Adam?
And how he could open that book in Heaven?
And how he seems to have some memory gaps like Gabriel, and relates to the struggle of trying to remember things?
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kybercrystals94 · 9 days
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Teal Paint
Read here on Ao3!
Angstpril 2024 | Day 18 | Prompt 18: Left Behind
Rated: G | Word Count: 1526 | Summary: Memories left behind... | Character Focus: Hunter, Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Omega, Echo
*some slight spoilers at the very end for Season 3*
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Tech finds a reasonably tame city to spend their brief period of downtime between missions. It took several months, but they’ve finally scraped enough credits together, and today is the day. The streets are crowded with evening traffic, the Batch walking close together to avoid being separated.
“Did you know,” Tech says, informatively, “that facial tattoos are among the most painful, depending on the location on the face?” 
“Thanks, Tech,” Hunter grumbles, “that’s really helpful.” 
“You’re not going to talk us out of it,” Crosshair adds resolutely.
Wrecker nods. “Yeah, we’re gonna do it no matter what you say, Tech!” 
Tech huffs. “On the contrary, I’m quite eager to observe the process. I just believe that being well informed is beneficial when making a life altering decision.” 
“Maker, Tech, getting a tattoo isn’t life altering,” Crosshair says. 
“It’s awesome!” Wrecker declares. “You should get one too, Tech.” 
“I prefer modifications that can be modified,” Tech retorts.
Crosshair leans close to Wrecker, puts his hand up to shield his mouth from Tech, and loudly whispers, “He’s too scared.” 
“That is not true.” 
“Aww, Techie’s scared,” Wrecker crows, throwing an arm around Tech. “I can hold your hand, be brave for the both of us.” 
Tech tries to extract himself from Wrecker’s grip. “I am not scared! I have stated my reasoning clearly and concisely. Fear has nothing to do with it.” 
Hunter rubs his hand across the left side of his face, a fist of apprehension balling up in the pit of his stomach. He isn’t having second thoughts, he’s almost positive that he’ll be happy with the results. He and Crosshair spent hours with a pad of flimsi sketching and scheming. Crosshair wanted something subtle, meaningful, a reflection of himself. Hunter, to his brothers’ surprise, wanted something bold. A statement. Memorable. Of the Batch, he most resembles, in appearance and speech, a reg. But he is no more a reg than any other member of his squad. He might not be able to easily change his facial structure or vocal pattern; however, inking half his face with the dark contour of a skull seems like a good start. 
“What do you think?” Crosshair asked, holding up the sketch he’d made of Hunter. 
Hunter grinned, taking the pad and admiring the simple lined likeness to himself, the skull motif shadowed deeply with graphite. He loved it. It was perfect. Exactly as he’d imagined it. “Looks good,” he told his brother.
Wrecker, at the last minute, decided that he also wants a tattoo, although his ideas are scattered and untethered to any sort of theme. Even as they approach the tattoo parlor, he is still undecided, claiming that it is going to be a surprise. 
“A tattoo is permanent,” Tech tells Wrecker again, having resigned himself to being tucked under Wrecker’s arm for the remainder of their trek. “You should at least have some sort of idea.” 
“I do,” Wrecker says, “My idea is that it will be the coolest tattoo in the entire galaxy.” 
“That is not an idea,” Tech sighs. 
At Tech’s direction, they turn off on a side street, the crowds petering off the further they walk. It doesn’t exactly feel like a bad part of town; however, it is less kept, the buildings showing their age and wear. Hunter is beginning to wonder if Tech got them lost when they turn another corner and a neon sign blinks the word “TATTOOS” at them, the flashing light practically searing into Hunter’s retinas. 
“They should get a brighter sign,” Crosshair snarks, “we almost missed it.” 
They step inside, and find the business deserted except for a human who stands up from a chair behind the counter. He is covered in colorful ink, his natural pigment completely lost under the tapestry of mismatched designs across every inch of his exposed skin. 
“Now that must’ve hurt,” Wrecker mutters to Tech, but he might as well have screamed it from the rooftops. 
Tech rolls his eyes. 
The man smiles, flashing white teeth. “Only hurts ‘til the pain goes away.”
“Naturally,” Tech agrees sardonically.
“I’m gonna guess you lot are here for some ink,” the man says. 
“They are, I am not,” Tech replies quickly. “I am here to observe.” 
“Not a fan of needles, huh?” the man asks. 
Tech opens his mouth to deny the accusation, but Wrecker gasps out, “Wait, needles?” 
Crosshair groans. “We went over this, Wrecker.”
“Yeah, well” Wrecker says, “it sounds different the way he says it.” 
“How?” 
Wrecker heaves his broad shoulders in a shrug. “I’ll just wait on my tattoo. Until I think of something good, ya know?”
Crosshair steps around Wrecker and jerks his head in Hunter’s direction. “He and I are getting tattoos. These are what we want.” He pulls two pieces of flimsi from his pocket with their chosen designs, pushing them across the counter. 
The man takes them, looking over the details. “Straightforward and to the point. I like that. C’mon around and we’ll get started.”
Hunter takes a deep breath. 
He’s not turning back now. 
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Hunter and Crosshair decide to add to their armor to coordinate with their new tattoos. The next time they’re on Kamino, they find their leftover paint and set to work, Tech and Wrecker joining them. Inspired by Hunter’s new half skull tattoo, they decide to incorporate the symbol into all of their armor in some way. 
“So help me, Wrecker, if you tip over another can of paint…” Crosshair mutters, snatching up the at-risk bucket from Wrecker’s proximity. 
Wrecker is sprawled out on their barrack’s floor, taking up far more than his fair share of space. His paint brush flicks up, sending a spray of heavy duty white across the room. 
“You’re cleaning that up,” Tech says from his place at the table.
“No one will notice,” Wrecker assures them. “Maybe they’ll look like clean spots!”
Hunter sighs. “That’s not a good thing, Wreck.” 
Wrecker ignores the comment, instead dropping his paintbrush onto the tray Tech ordered him to use and holding up his helmet. “What do you think? It’s a skull.” 
“Not a human skull,” Tech points out. 
Wrecker shakes his head. “Human skulls are boring.” 
“There’s supposed to be red on your helmet somewhere,” Crosshair gripes. 
Wrecker reaches over and plucks Crosshair’s fine tipped paint brush out of his hand, the bristles still dripping red paint. Crosshair sputters a curse as Wrecker happily begins painting with the stolen utensil. 
“Hunter!” Crosshair cries, “Tell Wrecker to give it back.” 
 Hunter doesn’t even look up from his work. “Let’s share our toys like big kids,” he coos, earning a chuckle from Tech. 
“I’m gonna give it back in a second,” Wrecker says. “Almost done.” 
Crosshair growls something rude in Huttese. 
“There!” Wrecker says, tossing the brush back at Crosshair, the sniper catching it from the wrong end, paint staining the palm of his glove. Wrecker turns his helmet again to the room. “See? It’s perfect.” 
The number 99 is brandished across the forehead of his helmet in dripping red. 
“Subtle as usual, Wrecker,” Tech says. 
Wrecker grins. “Thanks!” 
Hunter sits back and admires his own helmet’s new design, carefully imitating his inked face. It’s exactly how he imagined it. 
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“I like this color,” Omega says, pointing at a swatch of teal paint. “Oh, and this orange is nice.” 
Tech glances at Hunter, clearly questioning the decision to let Omega choose their new armor colors. Hunter shrugs. At least it will look…different. Which is exactly what they want. 
“What about this one?” Wrecker asks, pointing at the yellow swatch.
“Yes! I like that one too!” Omega cries. 
They purchase the three cans of paint and some brushes before heading back to the Marauder. Omega is beside herself with excitement. “Do you think the paint will work on my helmet?” she asks. 
“Sure, kid, ‘course it will,” Wrecker says cheerfully. 
“I’m gonna use orange on mine, then,” Omega says. 
That evening, spread out under the Marauder’s wing, the Batch set about repainting their armor. Wrecker can’t bear the thought of covering up the skull on his helmet, so he settles for removing the bright 99 from it instead, sanding it down and repainting the area white. With Omega’s help, he uses orange and yellow to accent the rest of his armor pieces. 
Tech and Echo decide to monopolize the orange paint, leaving very little to Hunter. With a sigh, he picks up the teal paint, and pries it open. Omega beams at him. “I think that will be a very nice color on you,” she tells him sincerely, and suddenly, the color doesn’t seem so bad. 
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“All the armor’s been stripped. But we’re still not gonna blend in,” Echo says, tossing Hunter his helmet. 
The colors of his past lives have been removed with finality. He knows it is necessary; however, he can’t help but feel the pang of loss as he stares at the familiar piece of himself he’s had for so long, devoid of the visible memories lingering like ghosts behind him. 
Maybe they’ll paint their armor again, when all of this is over. 
If they all make it back. 
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chittychittyyangyang · 2 months
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There's still so much on my mind, but this show literally changed my life so much. I've met friends I've had for years now, got the confidence to cosplay at all, eventually cospalyed Blake, got to carry a Yang cosplayer as Blake ;), took the name Blake, and thankful I had the opportunity to travel and meet the VAs. It's just brought so much joy to my life, and I'd hate for it to really be done.
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mitamicah · 9 days
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As a birthday gift to myself I am on my way redrawing memorable Bojan moments from the Malmö gig and this is what I got so far (still wip hence no signature yet :'D)
If you guys have any suggestions for moments I can draw (it has to be Bojan and has to be from Malmö) feel free to tap in ^V^ otherwise I'll probably continue tonight with more and more self indulgent sketches x'D
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booigi-boi · 2 months
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Someday I'll get a TCB tattoo and be known as the gremlin who has tattoos for all the StarCanWrecked
I have Starkid and Shipwrecked tats already
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cherryjuicegf · 9 months
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what? What? what happened to you. i've lived a long life, you'll have to be more specific..... Chaos appears to be done with me. what you've lost your MAgic isthatevenpossible.. go on, get your gloating in. time's limited.. you know once upon a time i would have used this opportunity to call you an empty lonely power-hungry she-demon but. i'm an artist, yennefer.. it's my Job, to put myself in other people's shoes. even if they are in your case Large and Clunky and idon'tknowprobablyfullofsnakesorsomething... i'm scared too. i'm scared that one day the muses will stop speaking to me. because Who Are We when we can no longer do the One Thing we were put on this continent to do? we find a New Purpose. a Better one. hopefully.. hmm. Chaos could never be done with the Likes of you, YEnnefER Of vEngerbErg. of that much, i Am Certain. so if it's all the same to you.. goodbye. good Luck. g o o d r i d d a n c e.. same to you ....
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lunarcrown · 9 months
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I have found that you CAN in fact stack all of the blocks on the Minecraft lamp and they’ll STILL light up all the way to the end!!!!
Also my shelves at work are becoming more filled out and I’m very pleased
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