#letter tattoos

[philosophical]

I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life

[sweaterkittensahoy]

This tattoo is very funny when you know that kerning is the fancy term for the space between letters. Very important in text design to get it right.

[cherushiina]

morning jam sesh

[rrat-king]

fabian seacaster who with his fine hands for calligraphy gets into tattooing later in life.

it starts with stick and pokes, trying his hand at it after his experience with his horrific neck tattoo, wary of machines but comfortable under his own steady hands. small, dotted art of waves, of ships and eddies start to appear on his upper thighs, his ankles, fading as he gets a grasp on depth and technique slowly but surely.

and he dances, beautiful art created in the shapes he forms and that’s what he’s known for, but his friends are littered with small tattoos as he began practicing on other people. a growing garden forming around gorgug’s singular rose, bits and pieces of his sketchbook that fig requested as she filled out her sleeve, calligraphy filling in the spaces left between riz’s myriad of tattoos, nearly all of the bad kids have something of fabian’s on them.

he takes a season off, a slip on stage making him need to take a rest as his ankle heals, and apprentices at a shop in leviathan near the gold gardens, wanting to learn, to be closer to fig, to try something totally his own for once, not his fathers or mothers or inherently tied to his culture, just his. just fabian’s.

he learns propper technique, unlearning some of his quirks he had picked up in being self taught, and learning how to use them for his advantage where he can. he learns the difference between tiefling and devil skin and why they have to use different sized needles for each, learns that swelling and irritation looks different on different skin tones and what inks will react well with certain magic users and which won’t. he learns to trust in the process and to bask in the look people get when they watch him create.

just. fabian as a tattoo artist

[fcthots]

i wanna nom on jason’s biceps. or chest. or cheeks. anywhere, really.. i just wanna gnaw on him. my cute aggression is strong w that man

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OMG SAME

NO BC LIKE IMAGINE OK

OK SO

You know those TikTok trend where dudes get their girlfriend's teeth prints tattooed? TATTOO ARTIST!JASON

You bite him one day and he just takes out a pen and starts tracing. He traces the marks every time you bite him now. Odd, but whatever. The next week he's like "hey, can you come into work?" and you're like "Oh uh sure I guess. What do you need?" and he's like "oh nothing. Just need u. <3" You think he's just bored so you go in. You don't really question why his machine is prepped, but you do question when he says "Hey beautiful! Can you bite me real quick?" You choke on air. He clarifies. "Oh, not like that. I'm just gonna tattoo your bite print real quick! :)" Great explanation. Follow up question: What the fuck?

Part one of the au here

[goxjo]

omg the way you write wbk boys makes me dizzy.. love it sm. do you have any thots of suo that you’d like to share

nooonnniiiiie ૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა thank you for this ask !! I used to like him a normal amount, but because of two particular fanarts of him (and a few people from a lovely wb server I’m in), I’m afraid he’s aaalmost up there with my top 3 ;;

ANYWHO I think he would do very well in handling a partner who’s very shy but also very kinky <333

warnings: afab! reader, degradation + humiliation, choking, creampie, cum eating, likes to edge you in public, poor sakura, mean! suo, yeah I definitely like him a little mean sorry <3 (18+ only)

mean boyf! suo who on the outside, treats you like the proper gentleman that he is. In public or while hanging out with his friends, he always appears to be whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It’s impossible to tell what you guys got going on as he’s always got that signature smile on his face - the one that’s known to either melt girls down to their knees or set off an opponent. All they know is, you’re very much invested in whatever he has to say. Good or bad, they could never tell.

On the inside, behind closed doors, within close proximity, or whatever, he likes to treat you like the filth that you are. Little do they know, he’s been secretly telling you over and over how much of a minx you really are for deceiving the people around you, himself included. You appear to be so sweet and innocent- so shy and gullible. But you always crave the feeling of his hands wrapped around your throat, always desperately begging for his cock to fill you up.

He lets you know he wonders how his friends would react if they knew of the filth that comes out of your mouth, you practically have to cry out to him, praying he fills you with his load till your thighs are sticky from all the seed that drips from you. He fucks you even when you’re stuffed full. Cum oozes out of your cunt, squelching with every roll of his hips. And you love the mess - the mess the two of you make, because at the end of it all, he gets to lick your pussy clean.

“Wonder how they’d react if I told them just how needy you are, hm?”

He ignores every single one of of your protests. You’re afraid someone might overhear. What would they think of you? They’d look at you differently. He pushes you over the edge sometimes it makes you want to cry, but he chuckles even as tears prickle your eyes. He tells you, “C’mon. Don’t act like you’re not wet from the thought alone of getting exposed. I know you’re drenched right now. Want me to tell Sakura? Want me to have him watch as I stuff you over and over again, spilling out every one of your dirty little secrets?”

And he’s right on the money. Every single syllable that comes out of his mouth tickles your core, so much that it forces you to ball your hand in a fist, squeezing it between your legs. Never mind the look of wonder on his friends’ faces seeing you unable to sit still in your chair while Suo’s lips are practically glued to your ear.

And god you need friction. You need his tongue, his hands, his lips. You need him to throw you a bone and fuck you with it, anything.

“See what you did? You can’t control yourself even out in public, you just caught Sakura’s eye. Poor guy, no wonder he’s beet red.”

“H-hayato, can’t take it anymore. Please, I need you.”

“Hm? What if- Sakura and I switch places tonight?”

[pinayelf]

My @infamous-if mc, Violetta "Vi" Marasigan, the lead singer of Nighthorn

She’s here to follow her dreams, sing her heart out and maybe make self destructive decisions

[adamarks]

Dude can you believe we got the mermaid scene tho? Category 5 media moment for me like the fact that that even exists on this planet. My god he’s his sweet little goldfish

[of-ether]

how life feels 🥰🤩🥳😇😈🤠🤑

[crystal-verse]

god i want. an au where it dosn't work. where it's just arr g'raha who's woken up, and he doesn't have all these memories and all these people keep looking at him like they're mourning someone. the world has changed and time has changed and all the people he knows have changed, but he hasn't changed, he was just sleeping, just sleeping, and the world nearly ended several times and apparently he helped prevent yet another end but he has no memory of this. they want him to join the scions. he does not know these people. (he barely knows the warrior of light, now, but did he ever truly know them in the first place?) his little sister is alive and well. she looks at him like a ghost. she's changed, and she's older than him now. he acts bratty and loud and brash to cover up the fact that he does not know anything it seems, and he is tired but he was sleeping for so long, so how could he be tired?

he doesn't know these people. they seem to know him. he wonders if he'd killed someone, when it was him and not that exarch who woke up. he wonders if it should have been him who was "killed" in that way, if it is him that lives and not that man who had known and become friends with all these figures from legend. he wonders if he'll always be fated to be a historian one step back from everything, because he simply cannot be a hero.

[misterveeare]

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[fcthots]

hear me out.. tattoo artist! jason

Ok think Jason w tattoos is UDHFH STEP ON ME. AND TATTOO ARTIST JASON? EVERYTHING. but I have such a fear of needles that this is the only way I could do this one. I will return to it later if I become any less of a a coward.

Also this somehow turned into a full fic, don’t ask me how. I just looked down and there were words typed in the post. I don’t know what possessed me. And before I forget: it’s not really relevant so far if the bats are still bats in this AU, but the batfamily is still at the very least, a family.

Jason works at a tattoo parlor and that’s where you two meet. It’s love at first, well, first day? Anyway, you come in wanting to get your ears pierced. You know you’re scared going into it so you call ahead and ask for the nicest, most gentle, and most patient person there and you book a stupidly long appointment with him so you have time to have a panic attack and freak tf out.

You were not expecting Jason to be over 6 feet tall and be the most menacing person you’ve ever seen (and you saw batman one time!!). You also weren’t expecting him to be so stupidly fucking attractive. You sit down where he gestures for you to, and hug your arms close to yourself. He gets everything ready while you start trying to control your breathing. You can see Jason continuously turning to look at you out of the corner of your eye as you fidget with your ears wondering how bad this is gonna hurt.

“You okay?” You look up at him. He’s staring at you with concern in his eyes. Ok, so maybe you weren’t as good at controlling your breathing as you thought, but you still needed to respond.

“Mhm.” Your words were sort of failing you right now so that would have to do. You attempt to keep your tears in.

“You ready?” You look down and see the needle in his hands. Absolutely the fuck not. Your breathing gets worse, your tears are starting to make it out of their prison, and you are about to have a panic attack.

“No.” It comes out too fast. You shake your head wildly to make sure you get the message across.

He immediately puts down the needle and shows you his open hands. “Can I sit?” You bring your knees to your chest and nod before you hide your face. “You’re scared of needles?” He sits next to you, keeping a respectful distance.

“Phobia,” you mumble as you slightly lift up your head. You see the equipment on the table and you attempt to cover up the way your heart spikes. Jason follows your gaze. He gets up and puts a clean towel over the needles before he sits back down.

You were very clearly crying now despite trying not to. Your adrenaline was kicking in.

He held out his hand. “Do you wanna hold my hand?”

You jerked. “Do you mean like while you stick me with the needle? Because I’m not ready. I’ll be ready soon. I swear I’ll try and get myself together, I just need a minute-”

“We’re not piercing your ears right now. You can hold it then too if you would like, but I was asking if holding my hand would help you right now. We have all the time in the world for the needles later. I just wanna help you through this for now.”

You grab his hand. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry for all this. I don’t mean to make your job harder. Also I might be here for a long time. I’ll try not to, but I’m scared.”

“Don’t be sorry and don’t worry about me. Let’s help you right now. I can be content here all day. You’re just helping me slack off.”

You smile and wipe your tears with your free hand.

You sit in silence for about 5 or so minutes before Jason pipes up. “So why are you getting your ears pierced if you’re scared of needles?”

“People keep telling me I need to. Also I have a friend’s wedding coming up and I was told my dress needed to have earrings.” His hand is warm and huge. You really don’t want to let go.

“But if it’s causing you this much stress, who cares about earrings?”

“Most other people apparently.”

“That’s fuckin stupid.”

You laugh and finally meet his eyes.

He starts talking again. “Well what about clip-on earrings?”

“They don’t really make those much anymore. Super hard to find.” Jason looks thoughtful at that.

“Didn’t you book out the rest of my day?”

“…yeah sor-”

“Respectfully, don’t finish that sentence. My brothers ex-girlfriend makes jewelry, and I know for a fact that she makes clip-ons and fake piercings. Steph, her name is Steph by the way, used to make them for my brother before he moved in with us and was able to get them pierced. I’m 99% sure she’s home right now.”

You feel a huge weight lifted off your chest. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. How did you get here?”

“I walked from my apartment. It’s not all that far.”

“Alright well, if you’re comfortable with it, we can take my bike to go see if she can make you some if you want to go now. It’s not a walkable distance really. And don’t feel pressured to-”

“Let’s go.”

“What?”

“Let’s go. Anything to not jam a needle into my ears.”

Jason leads you by the hand to his bike and takes you back to Wayne manor. There are so many people there that barely question why you’re there. Jason walks off to go find Steph and you get nervous until a dog approaches you. A child follows shortly after.

“Titus can tell that you are upset. He is trained to help with such things.”

Jason comes back to find you with Steph in tow only to see the dog literally laying on top of you while you discuss animals with Damian.

What a weird ass fucking day, but a good one.

Part two

[vankaar]

Eddie!!

Today I had a little more time and it shows xD

[annett85]

Lettering Tattoos

Mesh by EA

Recolors by Annett85

Basegame compatible

5 Swatches 

Patreon - early access - public 11th August

[vagabondart]

[cutevoid]

for u :O