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sheltiechicago · 8 months
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A Quote From Bernie By Josh Keyser At Revolution Ink In Birmingham, AL
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dissociatedchaos · 11 months
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Copyright ©️ [reposts ok]
Tattoo by @lollipop_skin on ig.
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deja-entrar-la-luz · 4 months
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tattor-tot13 · 5 months
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I recently got to do some script on my boss
Her mom's handwriting &
Her grandson's name
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kayshla19 · 8 months
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LUSH LABIOS by Kay ღ Lush ღ Photographer Via Flickr: Blog ORSY EVENT Lush
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cstattooland · 2 years
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STAY tribal lettering tattoo
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smashhingk · 16 days
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sorry i’ve isolated myself from the whole world and all i do is lift and puzzle do you still think i’m sexy aha 😜
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thebibliosphere · 4 months
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Happy New Year.
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🎶 I am going to make it through this year if it kills me 🎶
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sheltiechicago · 8 months
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Soar
Bang Bang NYC
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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do all of their songs sound the same?? yes. is that exactly why i like them??? YES.
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sewercentipede · 2 years
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ceruleancattail · 2 months
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Tattoo artist Leona
Leona x reader
(This fic was written based on online information about tattoos and the tattooing process. I am no means an authority on this subject. I apologise for any inconsistencies and incorrect information🙇‍♂️)
You could feel the heat of Leona’s palm, oozing from his gloves. A warm, intense heat that seemed intent on slipping deep into your skin. It was a gentle, balmy feeling. Reminiscent of lying on a grassy plain, allowing the golden rays of the setting sun to wash over you. Encasing you in a soft ember halo of warmth.
It would have been relaxing, if not for the dull throbbing of the needle against your body. It stung, much like a scalded wound.
Not the most painful feeling, but not the most unpleasant either.
It was hard to concentrate on the pain, not when you could feel Leona’s breath waft against your bare skin. To hear him hem and haw, the very tips of his caramel locks of hair brush against you. He tossed it all up in a messy ponytail, but the stray ends all seem to come back to you somehow.
Gentle, cloying touches. Almost flirtatious, actually. Casting a sneaky glance towards your tattooist, you shoot him a sly wink:
“Enjoying the view, Kingscholar?”
Raising an eyebrow, Leona’s expression remains disappointingly neutral. He holds that face long enough for you to pout, before chuckling softly.
“Sure, Herbivore. Sure.”
Leona sighs, a tinge of exasperation concealed within. A gloved hand rests on the back of your head, coaxing your face back in front firmly.
“Now hush, unless you want to be stuck here all day.”
You chirp enthusiastically:
“Wouldn’t mind if you’re the one keeping me company!”
“Can it.”
You laugh at his sharp reply. With only the barest wisp of a smile on those lips, Leona resumes his work. Palm flat against your skin, guiding the needle across your body. It skates across your skin with practised ease, stabbing ink into your body. Sketching out an outline, filling it in. Inking line after line, filling your body with his own handiwork.
There was something oddly personal, about that. Marking a person with his own hand, his own designs. Making your skin a canvas of his own, displaying Leona’s tattoos for the world to see. Maybe it’s because it was you. Coming into his store with that smile of yours, sharing your ideas with him.
The ideation of tattoo designs goes both ways, Y’know. The client’s idea and purpose, and the artist’s execution of said idea and purpose. Leona could spend hours seated across you, listening to you ramble about an experience you wanted to remember, a story you wanted your skin to tell. No matter what you wanted to be tattooed with, the ideas you put out do show a lot of your personality. As Leona listens, he’s taking notes on an tablet. Sketching out possible designs alongside hastily scribbled notes.
And of course, he’s sketching you, as well. Your bright eyes when you share with him your latest idea, your gestures… maybe even a rather soft looking piece of you smiling, lined with gentle, nimble strokes. Leona would never show you those willingly, unfortunately. Perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse or two when he spins the tablet around for you to preview some of his ideas.
There was something intimate about sharing conversations with you. Something romantic, even. But Leona would rather die than to admit that to you.
You’re an odd one, herbivore.
As the needles skated across your skin, you winced. The sharp point dug into a rather sensitive patch of skin, stinging your skin like a thousand wasps. Gasping in pain, you grit your teeth, grinding back certain very colourful swears. Only to have Leona pause whatever he was doing to run a palm down your back. Stroking you with a gentleness you would have never expected him to have. Leona’s hand pressed against the curve of your spine, rubbing small, reassuring circles into your skin.
He mumbled softly, a raspy sound. However as rough as it was, you could feel it slip into your ears smoothly. Almost as if it was fine wine.
“You’re ok. You’re ok, herbivore.
Breathe.”
You could feel his body warmth against your skin, bleeding into your very soul. Hell, Leona was close enough for you to feel his pulse, heartbeat beating alongside your very own. A steady tempo, calming like a childhood lullaby.
His hand stayed pressed to your back under your breathing slowed. Until the tension melted… well partially from your shoulders. Yet his touch lingered, oddly enough. Leona’s palm stayed on your back long after your heartbeat slowed back to a calmer pace.
Until your pulse beat in time with his.
Two hearts, as one.
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weltonboys · 10 months
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vonnegut art
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whumpasaurus101 · 9 months
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“I wouldn’t, if i were you.”
Whumpee froze, eyes widening as they bit back a whimper. Their hand quickly shut the book of files they had been reading from Whumper’s desk. They didn’t dare move after that.
“But then again,” Whumper hums, striding up behind Whumpee and gently traced their knife along the other’s cheekbone;
“You never seem to listen, do you?”
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raiiny-bay · 2 months
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the kids released a new album
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