#I guess someone has dark blue ink they tend to come off as serious and book smart

[yesyourstalker]

Candy: hi guy! This is candy!! You're favorite girlyyyy!!!!! So I recently got a job at Rock shock at Barnacle & Dime Mall!! I'm so excited because I am partnering with them and sharing a location! I get to have my own little piercing station inside the store!! He's even letting me paint it pink. Isn't it cute!! It's a business inside of a business. I love it ....... Some you probably already recognize me as piercing princess on Inkstagram!.. I was at wahoo world boardwalk and worked with ink tank tattoos...... Unfortunately the partnership is over....they went back home to Gillsdens..aww It's not the last time we'll see them tho.......haha. Anyway usually I answer your questions on how to take care of piercings and treat infections but today I want to do something different. So recently I got a new client and that client is my boss!!! And you allowed me to do a piercing for him

Neta: hey Candy....

Candy: hi Neta...... so what did you want me to do today?

Neta: I was thinking of a tongue piercing buuuut how about some ear piercings

Candy: ohhhhh couple ear piercings so we talking about an industrial or maybe we can do a rook *gasp* we can do a daith piercing!!

Neta: yeah that sounds great................ hey Candy can we talk off camera.

Candy....... You don't want me to film in here? I understand... I should have asked first

Neta: no, no filming is fine It brings in people plus I watch you all the time....... I just kind of want this conversation about my ear piercing to be a private thing.

Candy: ok yeah That's no problem.

Neta:..........*sigh* ok...... So it's very obvious that my ear is kind of........ jacked.......and .....it how do I say this...... it holds a lot of trauma and bad memories..... Sometimes I struggle to look at it .......when I had long tentacles I used to hide it but now I'm not able to do that anymore and I've been getting a lot of stairs at it and I feel....... ummm........*sigh*.........I just want it to be easier to deal with..... I don't want to look at it and automatically associate it with my past and want people to look at and focus more on the body modifications instead.......you know

Candy: .......... Oh.... ok it's whatever you want and what makes you comfortable..... my clients come before my content....... I'm happy to provide a safe space and am honored to be a part of this journey of healing you're going through......

Neta: thanks candy I'm fine with you filming, I just needed to have that conversation....... thank you.

Candy: It's no problem..... ok.......1...2....3.....ok guys so first we're going to start with the left ear!!................I was thinking of maybe we can do 3 piercings that travel up the soft cartilage of the ear and then add a piercing on the flat and end with a rook....... mmmmm....... On the Right we can do similar but instead of 3 piercings on the soft cartilage I'm going to stick with 2 and an industrial piercing! How does that sound Neta?

Neta: yeah...... that sounds great. Let's get to it

Candy: great!!

[After piercing session]

Candy: ok we're done........ What do you think?...... Usually I like to film my client's first reactions but I feel like maybe this one should be..... personal

Neta:........................................... Wow ah ha .......... I love it!......... I can-i can actually look at it......I can fully look... at myself....... Candy.... thank you....

Candy: aaaaaaaaaaaa! It looks so good!!!....... you're welcome!! You look amazing! Some of my best work!!........am I crying??.... it's fine....What do you guys think? It's cute right?

Mahi: looks nice.....and painful

Neta: yeah the rook part hurt like shit but I think it's worth it.

Mahi: you didn't get the tongue piercing?

Neta: I did. I just got on the bottom. See......laaaaa....

Mahi: damn I should have gone that........ You look so different in the first time I met you. Are there any more changes that you're going to do?

Neta: I might stop dying my hair and keep it yellow...... I think I'll be good as a natural gold

Mahi: ehhh I don't know. Let me see you being green..... It would suit you though

Warabi: yeah, I would match your personality. A dumb bubbly gold bimbo

Neta: ha. Ha. Shut up

Candy: Oh my cod yes we would match!!

Mahi: I don't think Phoebe would recognize you though

Neta:ah man you're right guess I'm keeping it green...

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

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Best of DC: Week of May 8th, 2019

Best of this Week: Batman and the Outsider #1 - Bryan Hill, Dexter Soy, Veronica Gandini and Clayton Cowles

After a resolicitation leading to a long delay, the Outsiders are finally here and damn was the wait worth it.

Batman’s team of Outsiders has always been for the purpose of conducting missions outside of the purview of the Justice League. The Outsiders usually consist of heroes that aren’t afraid to get dirty and extra violent or new heroes that need to learn how to work as a team or with their powers. This team is the latter.

Beginning with a girl and her father being attacked by an unnamed supervillain, the father is killed upon being touched by the man, but the girl isn’t. The implication being that she is special somehow, much like how Violet Harper was when she was murdered and the Aurakle spirit took over her body, creating Halo in the original Outsiders book. The girl is then tossed off of the highway into a gas truck that explodes and should have burned her alive, but she walks away soon after.

Later on, Lightning and Bruce have a conversation about the purpose of the team. Lightning has reservations about the rest of team, believing Duke to not be cut out for it, Cass to be having too much fun and Katana being too dangerous. Batman, however, tells Jeff that they’re better off with him than as just more students of Batman. Batman’s crusade is becoming increasingly more dark and those kids need someone that can lead them down a path of light and Black Lightning is that man.

We then cut to an awesome few scenes as Signal (Duke Thomas), Orphan (Cassandra Cain), Katana and Black Lightning fight a minigun wielding maniac named Saint John, looking like a bargain bin Juggernaut. Duke and Orphan are pinned down under the gun fire and Duke’s been instructed to wait for Lightning, but instead tries to rush Saint John. Lightning appears in the nick of time with Katana and save the two kids.

I really love how Soy draws Lightning here, he commands respect and strength and looks like a badass, but Duke just rebuffs his help. This book was originally supposed to release alongside or a little bit after an arc in Detective Comics where Duke and Cassandra were targeted by a villain named Karma. In that story, Karma tricked Duke into walking into a trap and put him on the shelf for a little while and Cassandra notes to Lightning and Katana that he’s likely still suffering from some kind of PTSD from it.

He later has a similar conversation with Katana while they spar with… well, katanas. Dexter Soy tells a story with his art, painting Lightning as unsure of himself, defensive while Katana is assured and measured in her movements, mirroring their respective thoughts on the team. Katana tells him that above all else, they need to know that Lightning is committed to them as a team. Black Lightning only recently came back in a big way in Detective Comics, so he’s not used to leading on a team that effectively is under Batman’s own view. He’s more used to teaching high school kids and Cass and Duke are in a different ballpark.

Batman calls the team together as he’s got new information about the girl that was thrown from the bridge earlier in the issue. Apparently he helped out her family while they and others were being experimented on to create metahumans and hers was the only family that Batman was able to save. This storyline being eerily reminiscent to the current Young Justice: Outsiders show also helps to promote both. Batman tasks the team to save the girl, who we then see approached by some sort of time traveller, named Kaliber, that tells her that she brings humanity from the ashes of an apocalypse, setting up the next few issues of the book and the possible end villain of the arc, Ra’s al Ghul.

I’ve been hyped to get back to all of these characters and they’ve returned in excellent form. I love how conflicted Duke is, suffering his… I guess second trauma while serving with Batman. I love how unsure Black Lightning is to be leading his new team. I love how confident Katana is being a part of something that doesn’t involve her murdering people constantly, same with Orphan.

Dexter Soy is also the perfect artist for this book because he’s an excellent panel-to-panel storyteller and utilizes great facial expression and body language to give each of these characters personality. Their designs are also amazing, especially Black Lighting. His art revitalized Red Hood and the Outlaws and likely will do the same here.

Outsiders books have always captivated me for how clandestine and personal their stories tend to be and with Bryan Hill at the helm, this is shaping up to be one of the better books coming out right now for DC!

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The Dynamic Duo rides again.

Runner Up: Detective Comics #1003 - Peter J. Tomasi, Brad Walker, Andrew Hennessy, Nathan Fairbairn and Rob Leigh

In the previous issue, Damian was kidnapped by The Arkham Knight and her acolytes and taken to the bottom of the asylum itself. This book begins with Damian escaping from his cell, but The Knight is waiting for him. Instead of attacking or threatening him to get back to his cell, they remove their mask, revealing the face of a normal looking blond, blue eyed woman. She reveals that her motivation is to gain Damian’s trust and that showing her face is a step in a direction that’ll make him want to leave the shadow of the big bad Batman.

Some of her subordinates, angry that Damian beat them up once or twice, attack the boy and The Knight savagely beats and maims them before letting Damian go, calling it a gesture of good faith between them. Soon after, Damian makes contact with an elated Batman and reunite to track down who she is and who she might be.

What I liked best about this second third of the book is that Damian and Bruce connect again. Bruce commends Damian on his expert drawing abilities as he sketches The Knights face. The two banter the only way they know how and genuinely seem to enjoy each others company, something that’s been sorely lacking since Rebirth started. Better yet, it sets up a possible change in their relationship if the two have to fight against the Knight together while she’s trying to turn Damian toward the light.

Meanwhile, The Arkham Knight is lambasting her subordinates for their actions, telling them that they made a vow of loyalty to her and by deliberately disobeying her orders, they must be disciplined again. She opens the cell of Doctor Phosphorus, who also seems to have been brought to her side, and orders him to use his powers to burn the backs of the two acolytes. More than anything, I love the religious zealotry on display here. Both acolytes look very regretful for what they’ve done, a credit to Brad Walkers art, and look like they’re in serious pain upon receiving their punishments. They cry and scream, but they do not resist her as she makes a sermon about what the suns on their armor mean, about how they will cast away the shadows made by Batman.

So far, this Arkham Knight story isn’t disappointing like ANOTHER ONE WAS. Even her revealing herself, possibly as some psychotic teenager, was decently done. The biggest upside however, has to be the way that she operates as a villain alongside her cult and the renewed relationship between Batman and Damian at least in this book. Brad Walkers expressive and dynamic art also helps to set this storyline apart from most of the other Detective Comics stories, choosing to focus on action and big flashy scenes only made better by Hennessys inks and Fairbairns colors.

I definitely recommend it!

[junionigiri]

BNHA Rarepair Month - Day 23 - Tattoos

for @bnha-rarepair-month​

Summary: Seeing her interest in tattoos, Tokage brings Uraraka with her to Illusion Ink, where her girlfriend Jirou works as an apprentice. Much to Uraraka's surprise, however, Todoroki Shouto is also there getting inked. (Cafe/Hospital AU part 2)

Relationship(s): Tokage Setsuna/Jirou Kyouka/Uraraka Ochako (SetsuJirouChako); Todoroki Shouto/Uraraka Ochako (TodoChako)

Rating: T

Warnings/Notes: I know I tagged this one as SetsuJirouTodoChako in the other platforms but yeaaaaah. Please enjoy the disaster that is Uraraka Ochako hehehe. Story TBC in the upcoming dates~

Uraraka Ochako sighs as she pulls off her OR scrub suit in the women’s lockers. She doesn’t always feel like shit and that she’s super incompetent at her job, but then again she didn’t always have to assist Dr. Hakamata for three consecutive surgeries. After being yelled at and threatened to be stitched up the ceiling about fifty times, her ego had just about enough bruising.

“I’ve had my share of miserable days, but you make a funeral look like a rave, Uraraka.”

Uraraka looks up from her miserable face reflected in her little mirror inside her little locker to look at the woman who entered. “Oh--Dr Tokage? What’re you doing here?”

The green-haired internist gives her a saw-tooth grin as she saunters in with a sterile set of scrubs. “Cardiac monitoring duties. I ran into a miserable-looking Honenuki on the way here. I’m guessing you both got an acute case of Best Jeans Syndrome.”

“You got that right, doc,” Uraraka says with another despondent sigh, one that she pulls out of the very depths of her being. “I was literally moments away from being torn into shreds and woven into the world’s ugliest quilt… I made so many booboos that…”

Oh sweet fuck Happy Thanksgiving. 

“That I can’t…” Uraraka struggles, as Tokage Setsuna casually starts pulling off her scaly-green dress, showing off an arsenal of tattoos over the smooth skin of her arms, chest, belly, and hips, and the most toned body on a woman she’s ever seen, ever, in her short existence as a disastrous bisexual. When the girl bends over to shimmy out of her shoes, Uraraka had to turn around to stop staring at her toned ass. “Sorry doc, I totally forgot what I was saying--”

Dr. Tokage chuckles. Through the little mirror in her locker, Uraraka sees that her stupid pink cheeks have turned cherry red. She’s probably a few moments away from floating herself into an embarrassed heap in the ceiling, if the doctor didn’t speak in the next second. “It’s fine. People tend to do that when they see all the tats. I regularly get shit over it, like why does a doctor look like a freakin’ Yakuza member, and things like that--”

“Th-that’s not what I w-was thinking at all!” Uraraka stammers, willing herself to look at the green-haired girl again. Thankfully, Dr. Tokage’s already pulling down the scrub top, and the brunette’s heart is spared a heap of extra work load. “I think your tats are amazing! I wish I had about half as many as you do! I just have a small one myself, and it’s not that nice-looking…”

“You think so? I’m sure it ain’t that bad,” says Tokage, with a playful little smirk on her wide mouth. “Care to show me?”

Uraraka blushes up to her hairline and internally beats herself up for even mentioning her tattoo. Because while she’s a little proud of having the courage to get a tattoo in the first place, she isn’t sure that she wants to show her fat ass to Tokage… especially not after she’s given such a lovely a visual treat.

Still, it’d be weird not to show it to her at this point, so she tries not to be too obviously reluctant when she pulls down her pants and shows the skin of the outside of her left thigh, angling her butt outwards so the other girl can see it. Her blush doesn’t die down as Tokage appraises it, bending her face so close over her bottom that she feels her piercing gaze on her.

“That’s such a cute little astronaut, Uraraka!” giggles the doctor, green eyes dilating from slits into interested dark oblongs. “And those cute planet-balloons! Are you into outer space or something?”

“Y… yeah… space is cool,” she says dumbly, making herself internally flinch at how uncool she sounds. Luckily though, Tokage doesn’t seem to mind her silliness, and just gives that melodic laugh again. She tries to recover by adding, “I mean… I want to have another tattoo… maybe like, a half sleeve or something, with all the planets--”

She shows off her bare arm, which contrasts quite markedly against Tokage���s decorated one. She sees that her muscly right arm has various sharp-toothed dinosaurs on it, inked in spectacular detail.

The green-haired girl hums thoughtfully, tapping one scaly finger to her chin. “You serious about that, Uraraka?”

The nurse blinks as she regards Tokage’s daring stare. “Yeah, I’m serious… I guess? I mean, I’ve looked around for artists and stuff, but as for design...”

“Coolness. That’s all I need to hear.” The girl shows off her sharp teeth again and raises both eyebrows. “You’re done with your shift, yeah? You should wait for me. This thing’ll take, like, a second or so--”

“Huh? But--”

“I mean, as long as the patient doesn’t die or anything,” she adds with a chortle and a graceful wave of her inked hand. “I’ll see you at the cafeteria in like, a couple of hours? Hey, maybe I can leave my mouth with you so we can keep talking?”

The young nurse yelps in horror and stammers the most polite no thank you I don’t want to spend the next two hours with your sexy disembodied mouth, and Tokage only cackles in response. In a few moments, the woman disappears into the operating room suites, and Uraraka can only calm her silly pink cheeks down and get dressed. 

*

Clad in her casual clothes (which is just a faded black tank top, joggers, and a pair of sneakers), Uraraka nervously chews on the plastic straw half-dipped in her lukewarm coke when she sees Dr. Tokage amble up to her, clad once more in an emerald-green snakeskin dress and a white coat.

In her doctor-ly regalia, all her tattoos are hidden from plain sight. There’s a certain thrill that comes with knowing how the map of her body looks like, while the rest of the world around her doesn’t. “So good news, the patient’s alive and I get to go home while Ibara-chan takes care of the rest. You ready to go, Uraraka?” she asks, sticking out her forked tongue for good measure.

“I guess?” Uraraka answers uneasily. Wherever Tokage’s taking her, she hopes it’s a place where she can see those lovely dinosaur-studded arms again.

They walk out of the hospital, with Tokage filling the empty air between them with chatter. Uraraka’s amazed by her ability to be able to make a conversation about anything. By the time they reach their destination, the young nurse finds herself up-to-date with all the latest gossip going around the hospital. In particular, one involving Dr. Todoroki and his father, the present number one pro-hero Endeavor, who’s allegedly on a head-hunt for a perfect mate with a perfect quirk so he can arrange a marriage and hopefully produce a grandchild who’d actually agree to being a pro hero, unlike any of his children who avoided heroism like the plague.

Uraraka wrinkles her nose at that. Arranged marriages--aren’t they a thing of the distant past? Or like stupid plot devices in shoujo manga, just an excuse for ordinary MCs to interact with impossibly rich and handsome men? Well, Dr. Todoroki Shouto indeed fits the bill for your standard shoujo or josei hero. He has the wealth, the breeding, and the brooding too. Just enough torment to be interesting, but not overwhelming, like Dr. Tokoyami or Dr. Kuroiro from radiology.

And the looks. Ohh, buddy boy, the looks. That dual-toned hair, those crazy heterochromatic eyes, how very, very pretty his face looks, even with the scar on his face. Not to mention how unfairly muscled his body is, for someone who spends all his time doing neurosurgery and probably not much of anything else. Uraraka’s spent many semiconscious moments inside and outside the OR watching him undress and unglove and unmask, enjoying how his strong arms look while scrubbing down for the next procedure--

Wait, did she really just--with Doctoroki again, of all people--ugh, Uraraka wants to punch herself in the damn face. She hasn’t even finished fantasizing about Dr. Tokage, and here she is moving on to the Hosu Gen’s unofficial image model--who, by the way, doesn’t even have a good reason to interact with her outside the OR.

But even though Uraraka’s notoriously mercurial when it comes to her crushes, Dr. Todoroki’s one of her strong constants. She always comes in danger of losing herself in her thoughts when she thinks of him, for some reason. What a true disaster she’s turning out to be.

She focuses her attention instead on the small place they’ve ended up, called Illusion Inks. The young nurse tilts her head curiously at the entrance and doesn’t move until Tokage does a little come-hither motion with her fingers.

“Come on. Are you backing out or something, Uraraka?” she asks teasingly.

“Um,” she begins uneasily, rubbing her arm self-consciously, “I know I said I wanted a tattoo, but I didn’t mean tonight--”

“No time like the present, babe,” is all the green-haired girl says before she forcibly drags Uraraka by the arm and into the threshold. Damn, the woman’s frickin’ strong, those muscles aren’t just for show.

The inside of the shop is nice and neat and bright. The walls are full of illustrations of varying themes, all of them dream-like: dragons and florals and creatures of the deep blue sea. Uraraka finds herself taken in particular by the galaxy themed ones, showing off clouds of purple and deep red surrounding a sea of stars.

She doesn’t pay attention to the beautiful illustrations for very long, though. Behind the counter is who Uraraka swears is an actual pixie of the dark-elemental type unless proven otherwise--straight, dark hair that falls above her shoulders, dark purple eyes that have just-enough-torment, and smooth beautiful skin riddled with tattoos all over her arms, neck, and chest. Her elongated earlobes are plugged into her phone, and she seems to be strumming on a phantom guitar before she looks up to the two visitors.

She breaks out into a cute grin. “Hey, Setsuna~ My fav crazy internist!”

“Kyouka! My beautiful tattooed angel, I missed you!”

Uraraka watches as they share a kiss that definitely lasts for more than ten seconds. She wonders whether it’s polite to look away or not, and whether it’s normal to suddenly feel so single and miserable upon the sight of two beautiful girls kissing until they thankfully break apart.

The girl called Kyouka then turns to Uraraka and regards her with a curious stare. “So Setsuna, are you going to introduce me, or…?”

“Of course I am,” she says, with some sass. “This here’s Uraraka Ochako, one of the best OR nurses in Hosu Gen, and your next beautiful canvas.”

“Hey. Jirou Kyouka. I’m an apprentice here,” the girl offers, offering out her hand for Uraraka to shake. “If I look familiar, it’s probably ‘cause you see me down the street sometimes trying not to kill my boss and co-worker at NTG Cafe.”

Uraraka gasps. “Oh, you work there? Your cold brew’s amazing. And yeah, I’ve seen your boss maybe once? I’d just like to say, from the bottom of my heart: yikes.”

Jirou laughs heartily at this. “I like this girl. You should ask her out too, Setsuna.”

The green-haired girl hums thoughtfully. “I was getting to that,” she begins, and before Uraraka can even process what they meant, Tokage’s already shrugging off her doctor’s coat, and she’s looking at those wonderful arms again, and all sound reasoning goes out the window. “Anyways, Kyouka, Uraraka here tells me that she wants a galaxy-themed sleeve to match the cute little astronaut she has tattooed on her toned-as-fuck left thigh--”

… she likes my thigh? Uraraka stammers bashfully in her head, before she realizes that Tokage’s already motioning for her to take of her pants right there to show Jirou the astronaut. Blushing, she obliges, hooking her thumb against the garter of her joggers while severely regretting her choice of hot-pink, kitten-print cotton undies that day, to show off her ass and all its unseemly stretchmarks for the second time that evening.

Jirou whistles low and carefully touches her skin and traces the outlines of the astronaut and balloons with her calloused fingertips. “Wow, it’s so cute, Uraraka. You might need to have it retouched, but it’s really well-made. Who’s your artist?”

“Um… he moved away, but Kamakiri-san from Mantis Tattoos did this one--”

“Yikes. Another mess of a human being, that mans is. Totes cray-cray, amirite?” a different, sultry voice calls out from behind them.

Uraraka goes ramrod straight and struggles dumbly to pull her pants up, but instead drops the mess of fabric to the floor. A tangled mess of astonishment and horror finds itself uncoiling inside her chest when she sees just who comes out of the back of the shop, to also stare at the little insignificant artwork on her thigh.

Uraraka thinks that the woman who walks in is the very definition of babe--long, light brown hair that falls over her shoulders, wide brown eyes, full lips with a tasteful hint of rouge, an hourglass figure accentuated by a jet-black bodycon dress that shows off her ample cleavage. Like everyone else in this damn place, all her exposed skin is covered in ink. Most of them are floral and dreamy and absolutely gorgeous, of course, and if she were the only one there, Uraraka would have spent more time appreciating all the details.

Yet, the person next to her just…!!! Makes her want to drop dead right there!!! Makes her want to walk her fat ass back to the ER and ask for a sedative that’ll last her for the next seven years!

Because why in seven hells would Todoroki Shouto, of all people, be standing there with his shirt only half-way on, with his stupid sexy arms and stupid sexy torso and stupid sexy abs on full display, his stupid sexy mouth half-open and curious, and his stupid sexy eyes directed right at her naked, stretchmarky ass?!

Uraraka knows that she should probably pull her stupid pants up and rescue what little dignity she has left. Her little brain goes shit shit shit as it takes her too long to hide her butt and her silly underwear and tattoo.

Thankfully, his stare doesn’t last very long. He makes an awkward noise in his throat, trains those distinct eyes elsewhere, and mutters, “I didn’t see anything, Uraraka.”

Yes you did, you obviously did, Doctorokiiii whyyyy do you exist, she cries in her head. Beside her, she hears Tokage trying to keep her shit together. She somehow manages not to float her ass up the ceiling and into outer space and to straighten up.

She hears the woman laughing next to her. “You didn’t? Too bad, fam, those are the nicest set of gams I’ve ever seen in me life. Cannot. Even.”

When Uraraka dares herself to look at the young doctor again, she sees that he’s already got his shirt back on and that his face is a little pink and he couldn’t look at Uraraka in the eye. She ponders briefly if she needs to leave the OR--maybe ICU has openings or something.

“So… Camie, I hear she wants a galaxy-themed sleeve, so I’m planning to make some designs for her right now,” the dark-haired girl pipes up brightly, interrupting Uraraka’s shame-filled train of thought.

The bombshell named Camie puts a finger to her full lips and makes a show of thinking about it. “This’ll be your biggest project to date, fam. You up to this?”

“Sure am, boss.” Jirou makes a show of flexing her slender arm and all its tattoos. Tokage subsequently swoons theatrically next to her.

“Yass~ then she’s all yours, my sweet child. Although, ya gotta make time for her after closing hours. We’re fully booked for, like, the next hundred years and so~”

“Leave it to me.” Jirou does a lazy salute and gives Uraraka a pure, excited smile, one that momentarily makes the nurse about the terrible misfortunes that had happened to her and her ass just then. All she wants to do now is to spend the rest of the evening with this beautiful pixie, talking about the vast infinity of space, all the undiscovered planets, aliens--

“Hey, Todoroki, lemme see your back!” Tokage says, pulling at the end of his shirt.

“Okay.”

Suddenly, Todoroki’s shirt comes off again, and Uraraka feels the Big Bang emulating in her brain once more. She cannot keep her jaw from opening like Pandora’s box as she takes in the beautiful sight.

Dr. Todoroki Shouto’s back is a fuckin’ masterpiece, and she isn’t talking about the obra maestra of a tattoo that Camie must have been working on before they arrived. Even miniscule movements of his arms and torso--fuck, even when he fucking breathes she sees muscles moving deliciously under his skin. It’s not too bulky either, just lean and well-proportioned and tasteful. Everything the light touches is a kingdom for her eyes to feast on--her fingers itched to touch the cuts--

Oh, and also, the tattoo. There’s saran wrap over it, but Uraraka still sees that it’s so beautiful it’s fearsome. Two dragons, entwined in each other, staring each other down as if they’re preparing for a battle to the death. On the right the dragon is grey and white, with glaciers surrounding it. On the left, a red dragon with hot blue eyes is engulfed in flame. The tattoo isn’t complete yet, and most of the skin on his back is swollen and tender, but Uraraka can tell that once it completely heals, it’ll be the most beautiful back in the history of all backs.

“Hot damn, Todoroki,” Tokage whistles. “Knowing you though, it still screams daddy issues--I mean, really, ice versus fire? You’re still hung up about that mess? But. Hot fucking damn.”

“Sure,” Todoroki says flatly, not deigning himself to remark about the daddy issues thing. Uraraka sees a little annoyed flash in his eyes, however, and she’s sure that he isn’t thinking of Tokage’s super foul remarks.

“Lit, ain’t it? My best work to date, even if I say so myself,” Camie says, proudly strutting around to stare at her handiwork once again. “We gots maybe two sesh’s to go, and his back’s good to go. You like it, Astronaut Sis?”

Uraraka closes her mouth shut and hates herself for the loud sound it makes. “Y-yeah, it’s pretty… um, lit,” she offers weakly.

She tries not to think too hard about the slightly-less-disinterested look that Todoroki gives her before he shrugs on his shirt again. He gives a curt little nod to Camie and says, “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks, Utsushimi.”

“Sure, TodoBroki. Have fun saving lives and all,” Camie says, puckering her lips for a flying kiss that the dual-toned man ignores blatantly as he turns for the exit.

Uraraka thinks that she’s finally going to be able to catch her breath, but suddenly Todoroki stops at the door and turns his mismatched eyes to her. “Uraraka,” he calls out, making her freeze.

“Y-yes, Doc?” she stammers, her posture suddenly meek and all nurse-like.

There’s that odd look on his face again, and for a second Uraraka worries that he’ll tell her not to spread the word about his huge fucking ass back tattoo, but all he says is, “Show me your tat once you’re done. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Uraraka doesn’t know what she says in response, but he gives her a ghost of a smile before he leaves the premises.

When she deflates, Tokage and Jirou are positively cackling at her, and all she’s able to manage is a whine about how unfair life is. “I can’t believe I just showed Dr. Todoroki Shouto my ass,” she whines into Tokage’s arms, as the lizard girl holds her in mock-comfort.

“And as a direct result of it, he’s in-love with your astronaut ass,” the doctor remarks with a sawtooth grin. “But we can talk about our future foursome later. Right now, please let my beautiful and talented girlfriend draw on your sexy arm, Uraraka!”

Uraraka obliges and follows Jirou out into the back, where they finally talk about her tattoo. But she finds out how much of a struggle it is to keep her thoughts in outer space when most of her mind is occupied by fire and ice.  

[fine-not-fine]

Red, Maroon, Peach, Honey, Bronze, Butterscotch, Green, Green tea, Mint, Brunswick, Army, Arctic, Sky, Baby blue, Periwinkle, Denim, Teal, Violet, Lilac, Amethyst, Magenta, Pastel, Coral, Snow, Frost, Cotton, Cream, Pearl (be specific Mercury), Parchment, Lace, Chiffon, Ecru, Oatmeal, Mocha, Cinnamon, Leather, Brunette, Carob, Gray, Silver, Black, Midnight, and Ink Mercury!!

Red- What makes you angry?

“People hurting my family and friends, myself doing something beyond stupid, uhh…people getting hurt for no logical reason. Like people hurting each other for no good reason.”Maroon - What are you most passionate about? “Oh wow uhh I guess self expression? Just kinda having your own time to be you. I’m a bit wild when it comes to exploring things for yourself.”Peach - Are you generally a more gentle and soft spoken person or a louder and rougher person? “I’m a bit rough around the edges when you first meet me but I’m actually more soft spoken. I only get loud if I’m excited.”

Honey - Have you ever considered marrying someone? What is your opinion on marriage in general? “Yes! and I think it could be the start of something wonderful for people who want to solidify their love.”

Bronze - What is your favorite way to warm up when it’s cold  “campfire! or really warm blankets or cuddling! or all three-”

Butterscotch - Is there candy in the world you live in? If so, do you have a favorite one?“chocolate or cherry flavored things are good!”

Green - Was there ever a time in your life that you went through a period of growth? describe it. “Around the time I was first with Cyanide I realized that I couldn’t quite live normally under that household. So a found brief ways of escaping. The biggest one though is meeting Allison and her family. I realized life was different, life could be better.”Green tea - Does Tea it exist in your world?  If so do you like it, and which kind is your favorite? “Uhhh green? I forget which teas I’ve had- I like sweet tea!”Mint - Does Ice cream exist in your world? If so, what is your favorite Ice cream flavor?“Cookies and Cream or just chocolate.”Brunswick - Are you a person who is often jealous? what makes you jealous most often? “I try not to be! But I tend to feel jealous when Allison is away for a long period of time or enjoys people’s company over me. I know it’s stupid but I’m scared I’ll loose her to a better man.”Army - Do you have a fighting style? If so, what is it?“If you need to run then use what you can to make an escape. If you mean to do harm to as much harm as possible. Go for the most active parts on the body and hit lower than the opponent guesses. Upper cuts are very useful.”Arctic - Do you prefer warm or cool weather? “I’m fine in both!”Sky - What is your favorite time of the day?“Afternoon or night!” Baby (blue) - Would you consider having children? If so, how many?“Yes, as many as safe and practical”

Periwinkle -  Would you consider yourself to be a good parent? what do you think a good parent should be? “I hope I would be. A good parent supports and loves their kid. They try their best to protect them and be there for them when they need it most.”

Denim - What is your fashion style?“Casual and free and expressive!”Teal - What makes you feel most at peace? “Someone I know well being beside me or just being free to be myself.”Violet - What is your ideal date?“Going to some off the wall place and just exploring or simply finding weird stuff to do snuggled up somewhere nice”Lilac - How would someone win you over?“Probably just indulging my weirdness. I’m not sure really.”Amethyst- What is your aesthetic?“Poison based things, red and silver, steam, woods, metal and fire”Magenta - What is your Zodiac sign? “Dunno” I am unsure due to the fact I can’t remember when I made him.Pastel - Do you prefer pastel, bright, neon, or dark colors?“Bright, Neons with black, and dark colors”Coral - Do you have a strong moral code? What are some moral things that you feel strongly about?“I don’t know how strong my moral code is but I guess I’m big on fairness. I don’t think I’d do anything unruly but I’m not actually sure. I wouldn’t pick on someone for their flaws.”Snow - Have you ever seen snow? Do you like it? What do you like to do in the snow? “Yes I have! I do like it and I love snow angels and making large tracks in the snow. Sometimes even building stuff like snow forts and snow trenches!”Frost - What do you like to wear in cold weather?“Big coats and scaves! oh! and ear warmers!”Cotton - What do you like to wear for pajamas? “Anything. usually sweat pants or fluffy pants and a tee-shirt maybe a longsleeve if it’s cold.”Cream - Do you prefer Tea, Coffee, or Cocoa? (If your world has those things. If not, what sort of hot drinks do you have?)“Cocoa then tea then coffee. I’m not a fan of how coffee tastes without creamer”Pearl - What do you look for in a romantic partner?“Funny and sweet. They have their own motives and sparks. They are kind and try to help when they can. Fun loving who will do stupid stuff with me and also doesn’t mind me wanting to cuddle. Someone who will want it slow and serious.”Parchment - Do you like to read or write? “I’m rather bad at both- but maybe one day.”Lace - What would you name your child if you were to have one?“Poisons are named after their poisons but if they were human I suppose Juniper is a nice name. Maybe Skyler or Iris. Marcus, Avery, Fynn.”Chiffon - Do you prefer a larger and cleaner environment, or a smaller and cozier one?“I actually like a mix of open space and coziness.”Ecru - Do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair? “It’s straight I think.”Oatmeal - What is your usual breakfast?“Whatever I can eat quickly usually an apple or something.”Mocha - How do you like your coffee? (If you like coffee) “CREAMER-”Cinnamon - Which of the “Cinnamon Roll” memes fits you best? (looks like they could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you, or sinnamon roll)“Sinnamon roll or regular cinnamon roll- as long as I’m not mad.”Leather - How “basass” would you say you are?“Mildly-”Brunette - If you could change your hair color, what would you change it to? “….Does Allison find one hair color more attractive? if so, that-”

Carob - What do you look for in a friend? “Plays around with me, mellow and sweet hearted.”Grey/Gray - Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert? “Introvert.”Silver - What do you imagine the future to be like? “Brighter and better.”

Black - What is the darkest thing you’ve ever done?“Getting frustrated with Arsenic…”Midnight - Are you a night or morning person?“Night.”Ink - write your autobiography in one sentence “What the fuck.”