#tat and edit

[whegan]

intimacy

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[glindauplland]

disapproving dad vibes for a bts tat 😝

the acolyte | 1x02: revenge/justice

[attyrocious]

i was curating a band au playlist for each of them and the difference between kid/killer's and law's is hilarious

he likes metal now too

the song is Conqueror by Pentakill btw

[sunflowermp4]

oscar isaac in annihilation (2018) has lived rent free in my head for six bisexual years

[kortac-sweetheart]

it's hot. it's way, waaaay too hot to be normal. you feel like you're dying. sure in reality it might be hyperbole but that's sure what it feels like. is this how it's supposed to be? god, this is terrible.

you don't even have the strength to open your eyes, limbs leaden and throat dry. someone's running a hand over your face... it's cool. a welcome relief from the heat no matter how fleeting.

"the first is always the most intense...poor thing..." keegan can only shake his head, sighing as he stands to fetch a cold compress. logan is left alone with you, sat on the far edge of the bed in fear of worsening your heat. his eyes flicker worriedly between you and keegan, wringing his hands anxiously.

"you sure they'll be fine?" it seems like keegan is only able to sigh today.

"positive. never seen one this intense though. but the only thing we can do is monitor them and wait it out unfortunately."

at that moment you cry out in pain, writhing on the bed and it hurts them, feeling like they got stabbed in the heart.

keegan kneels besides where you lie on the bed, grasping your weak hand in his and keeping his voice low.

"shhh, sugar. it's ok... you're gonna be alright. tell us what you need if you can.." he gently tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind you ear, hand moving to hold your weak one. he's worriedly chewing on his lips, and logan has never seen him like this before.

it's... scary. yes, it's scary seeing keegan so worried. he always had things under control and to see him now, it's unsettling.

he's snapped out of his reverie when you cry, barely even able to form words.

"a--alpha.. lo-- (pant) logan..." your face scrunches up in pain again as another wave of searing heat washes over you. they give each other a confused look for a second, you were in absolutely no physical condition to do anything remotely intimate.

"what do you need from him sweetheart? go on, tell him." he urges you further, and it's like logan's body moves on it's own, now sat next to you instead of the bed's edge.

"(pant) hold-- hold me... please..?" you barely manage to wrench your eyelids open to look at him. or rather, what you think is him. everything's blurry and fuzzy around the edges, and only a second passes before they're closed again.

as if he could deny you of such a thing.

he moves on instinct, lying down on his side next to you and pulling you in. he gently maneuvers your head to rest on his bicep, face buried in his neck and right near his scent gland.

(your skin is nearly searing him through his clothes, but he'll endure anything for you.)

his other arm holds your back, anchoring you to him and as his legs intertwine with yours it's like you can finally breath again. your tense muscles relax, ache bleeding from your body as you breath him in.

he smells like dewy cool night air, the kind that lingers after a particularly intense rain shower. there's also the scent of freshly laundered linen, there's no particular detergent smell but it still smells clean, an almost papery quality to it. also that kiss of oakmoss and leather, the kind that's worn-- it brings a little earthy goodness to his scent. and to top it off, there's always a sort of gunpowder smell clinging to him. whether it's actually a part of his scent, or it's permanently rubbed off on him from work you'll never know.

his scent lessens the burden of your heat, skin once burning hot to the touch now merely warm. logan sighs, a relieved one this time.

the hand on your back slowly creeps up to pet your head, his heart clenching happily as you sweetly lean into his touch.

"feel a little better, hm? that's good, you're doing good, sweetness." logan can't resist the urge to coo at you, carding a hand through your still sweaty locks. you take a moment to nuzzle into him a little before turning your attention to keegan.

the edges of his silhouette are still a little fuzzy, but the concern is still clear as day on his handsome face.

"doin' better sweetheart? need anything else? i'll fetch it for you." he's already halfway off the bed before you can answer him.

"no-- no, just... can you hold me, too? please, keegan?" that little "please, keegan?" has him falling for you all over again (quite literally), nearly uncharacteristically tripping over his feet to hold you.

in an instant he's also laying on his side, right behind you; chest pressed to your back, and his leg on top of yours' and logan's. his arm wraps around you and logan, pulling the two of you closer as he nuzzles into the back of your head.

you relax even further when you smell keegan's scent.

he smells like ripe, late summer blackberries. sugary, saccharine, and juicy ones macerated with fresh bundles of rosemary and english lavender. there's also a cool refreshing quality, like a cup of sweetened southern ice tea after a long day. and to top it all of with a bouquet of sweet german chamomile and a grounding kiss of myrrh.

his scent feels like it seeps into your bones, replacing that accursed heat with a mentholated touch. your head tilts back a little and bumps into keegan's shoulder, all too eager to smell more of that addicting sugary blackberry scent you've come to adore. it pulls a chuckle from the both of them.

"now now, slow down there sweet thing. you'll get a crick in your neck if you keep that up. you can smell more of me later--just rest up for now, alright?" keegan's palm leaves logan's back to firmly rub up and down your arm, shoulder to elbow, over and over again.

you want to whine, but ultimately he's right (like always), so you huff, settling down sandwiched comfortably between them.

"will do... (yawwwwn) g'night logan... g'night keegs...love..you" sleepily nuzzling your face into logan's chest once more before your breathing evens out.

"good night, sugar."

"night, sweetheart."

"we love you too."

they know you can't hear them, but they say it anyway.

[edzmunson86]

Wanna listen to my music, sweet cheeks?

[intramoon]

Finally, working on custom tattoos for Wednesday - 40% done?

[whegan]

connected

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[changelingsandothernonsense]

That I can do! @vehksfingerguns

Josh and his Tattoos

So, Joshi doesn't have too many tattoos, which is a design decision on my behalf since he's covered in scars. A lot of the time he's actually just written notes on his arms because it's quicker than getting his journal out or his fingers are painted. (note there is one nude drawing here so just a warning).

His first tattoo was the violet pattern that you see on his face. It closely mimics Ashlander scarification, and he gets it done at age 13 out of spite. If he was going to be treated like a Velothi, regardless of his mother's obsessive grooming habits then he was going to make sure there was no mistaking what he was.

(Josh at 22) He picks violet because if he's going to have tattoos forever, then he may as well go with his favourite colour. He sometimes regrets getting them but more so just accepts them as a part of his face in the end.

His second tattoo wasn't his choice and consists of his prison ID inscribed on his left wrist in black. He gets this on the day he's sentenced. He doesn't hear his name spoken for 36 years.

The next tattoos Josh gets between ages 58-59. (Note he's 266-68 in the above images, they just display the tattoos I'm talking about)

He gets another tattoo just under his ID that's the symbol of the Morag Tong. He gets it when he joins up (which is contentious since he barely finishes his training and hasn't technically been fully initiated before he gets whisked off to go do Nerevarine things). He had hoped that the purple tattoo would be used to cover his prison ID but unfortunately that doesn't end up happening since the tattooist places it just underneath it in the more traditional place. He choses a violet pigment similar to what's on his face. He's still iffy about the decision since he ultimately never got very far within the organisation despite intending to.

I am currently toying with the idea of giving him a small Twin Lamps tattoo on his right wrist but don't have it drawn yet. But it will sit on his outer wrist bone.

His next tattoo is one that he holds very dear. It is the entirety of the poem, "May I Shrink to Dust" with the symbol of the Urshilaku Tribe next to it. It matches his husband's though Josh's is placed on the opposite side of Erra's since the skin on the right side of his chest is too damaged/ overly sensitive for ink. They choose a more traditional black ink and receive the tattoos on their wedding day in-place of the more traditional scarifications given that their wedding wasn't considered "official" in traditional Ashland society at the time.

I realise the only example I have of his last tattoo is a nsft image but oh well...

After Erra passes, Josh gets the entirety of "Wondrous Love" tattooed on his wrist, which is something they both planned on getting after the whole business with Red Mountain is done with. He gets it instead to honour his memory.

Things Josh wears that are actually paint.

Scribbling all over his arms. The notes on his arm here pertain to opening a particular puzzle lock.

Josh, once he's initiated into the Urshilaku he starts wearing dark pigment on his hands. It's similar to henna and he usually paints variations of the above design onto his hands every few weeks.

They eye in the above Arkanis image is mostly symbolic.

Josh is mostly wearing ashpaint here in both white and black. He only wears this when acting as Ashkhan and is meant to be a sign that he is widowed.

[ruushes]

tav time tav time their name is lux and their interests include lying, hoarding jewelry inside a hollowed-out book, and walking into traps

[ribcagebonemeal]

mommy, mama a billy shears behind you 🩵 what are you... 🩵

[minthare]

Okay, since I mentioned it in my previous post, I figured I should tat another of Anne Bruvold's Flying Minor Norwegian Dragons and share it with you.

I picked out a fun variegated Lizbeth thread in size 20 to use this time, though I did briefly debate on getting fancy and trying to make a mint dragon with black thread scattered here and there to make it look like mint chip ice cream. Perhaps I'll do that next time I tat this pattern.

One of the things I love about this pattern (other than it being a dragon) is its use of split rings. I really like making split rings— which, for any non-tatters out there, is a ring you make using two shuttles, which means you can have the shuttles be at a different position than their starting point when you close the ring. A regular ring is made using only one shuttle, and has the shuttle return to its starting point when you close the ring. Split rings are great for climbing out of one row in order to start another, or for when you want a row of rings without any chains or bare thread connecting them. You can see fourteen split rings making up the body of the dragon from the base of the trefoil at the end of the tail where the neck meets the head in this pattern, along with four split rings in each wing which were used to climb out of each row.

I'm not sure what I'll make to share next, but if anyone has any suggestions, I would be happy to hear them! So until then, I wish you the best with your crafting endeavors!

[temporary-tats]

Yk, it feels fitting that my first attempt at an edit like this is for the Bees - my beloveds 🖤💛

Hope you enjoy my shot at a Bumbleby The Gun edit! ✨

[gothoffspring]

@hauntedtrait tagged me in this, thank you so much! this man is totally NOT a drug dealer btw, ignore the fanny pack and pile of backwoods wrappers hanging out of it :-]

OC Questions Tag

NAME: Cliff Kiser NICKNAME: Rainbow Road, The Prodigy, this guy i know who has some fire GENDER: Cis Male (he/him) STAR SIGN: Aries HEIGHT: 5'11 SEXUALITY: questioning! NATIONALITY / ETHNICITY: US American, white FAVORITE FRUIT: japanese plums FAVORITE SEASON: winter FAVORITE FLOWER: original minecraft rose FAVORITE SCENT: that exotic. also a big pot of chili cooking COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: bustelo fanboy AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: maybe like three? he works nights at a circle k currently so his sleep schedule is nonexistent DOGS OR CATS: CATS!!! cat meme connoisseur since 2004 DREAM TRIP: Sulani babey NUMBER OF BLANKETS: at least three, with a body pillow on each side. will actually die without the fan on at night, he runs hot RANDOM FACT(S): emoji king. doesn't yell at little kids in voice chat (he mutes it first). style ranges between "i woke up and threw this dirty shirt on and I'm cool with that" to "I'm actually such a bad bitch" (gonna post some more outfits of his soon to give y'all more of an idea). eva capricciosa's sneaky link. chronic lip biter. basketball enthusiast.

[quick-catton]

barry's new movie 'bird' launches at a festival this week which means HOPEFULLY we get a trailer/release date soon and i am so ready

[rat-tat-talks]

Showing my BF Apothecary Diaries

His thoughts and opinions: I think it's cute, but shit gets serious and i like when the main character is autistic (me and him are both autistic) Its great, jinshi is fun and they should all be lesbians (the concubines/maomao)with a boyfriend, and boyfriend is jinshi, and he's only maomao's boyfriend.

in summary i will be making him review all of my comfort anime now, because his reviews amuse me