#women tattooers

[owls-howl]

Knee blasted.

[xtattoos]

https://www.instagram.com/joaquinlost

[blackresedas]

I love them so much. 3 fucking crazy tattooer bitches just tryna live. YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US!!

[snubbull-femme]

anyway here’s my tattoo

[lifeplayed-onvinyl]

Seen some artists move over to tumblr, here on my old account. Good to be back, I make tattoos now 💛 Fun lil frog I did recently. @bellalouisetattoo

[12ozstudios]

Absolutely gorgeous floral sleeve tattooed by Meghan Patrick.

[ghost-mafia]

two edits. Beatriss Bixby Harp (38), the PNW's infamous machine-free tattooist-turned-musician rides public transportation alone to visit her 67 year old mother, Dee, on her birthday. Olympia, Wa., November 20th, 2023. shot by @bad-bedtimestory

[thedroneranger]

Inked

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Synopsis: Mrs. Seresin returns from a bachelorette trip and brings Jake home a souvenir...or two...

Notes: A To-Do List imagine.

Warnings: Suggestive, strong language, disregard for proper tattoo care.

Word count: 0.8k

It was rare Jake was on airport pick-up duty, so it didn’t bother him in the slightest. He was bright-eyed and holding her favorite latte, ready for her to appear at any moment as waves of people sputtered into the luggage pick-up area. 

There she was. Jeans, sneakers and an oversized sweater. Hair piled in a messy bun as she scanned the baggage claim area. They locked eyes, and her face lit up. She bound toward him and carefully curled into him, avoiding the latte. 

After a solid hug, she accepted her drink and took a sip. He loved how happy something as simple as a latte made her. 

She looked at him. “Wanna see something?” Jake was usually more of the morning person of the duo, but she was bushy-tailed this morning. 

He quirked an eyebrow and wrapped an arm around her waist, slotting a couple fingers into her pocket to hold her next to him. She passed her rolling carry-on to him so he could drag it as they walked. 

“Sure.” He didn’t know what to expect—he never did. 

She tilted her head back so she could look at him as he peered down at her. Her fingers formed a V-shape and rolled back her bottom lip to reveal the phrase “Bite me” in black ink. Jake couldn’t help but smile, a reaction she mirrored as she let her lip flip back into place. 

He tightened his slack arm around her to pull her closer. “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He leaned down and nipped her lip. She giggled as he tugged her bottom lip when he pulled away. 

“At least wait until we’re home!” she teased as they parted. Jake smirked as he squeezed her hip, his fingers still in her pocket. Together, they strolled to the parking garage. 

“What possessed you?” Jake was curious. 

“It was the least permanent option for a drunken tattoo during a bachelorette weekend.” She laughed. “I was more surprised that I managed to talk the tattooer into doing it.” 

Jake shook his head and smiled. “You could sell water to a fish.” He paused. “But also, they were willing to tattoo a bunch of drunken women…” Jake trailed off. 

She feigned annoyance with his latter comment, but then addressed the former quip. “Of course, I can—who do you think upsells clients on micro tile and wallpaper accents?” 

He kissed her temple as they continued to the vehicle. 

Once home, Ruck greeted her with endless kisses, and then trailed her upstairs as she went to unpack. Jake puttered around downstairs until she texted him she was going to take a nap.

Chauffeuring her home from her redeye flight, Jake felt he earned one, too. He arrived at their bedroom to find her in the ensuite bathroom, washing her face. Her short silk robe was open with the belt tied behind her back to keep it from falling. 

After Jake stripped to his underwear, ready to cuddle her to sleep, he sat at the end of the bed and watched the fabric grazing her bare thighs as she patted her face dry. 

“Like what you see?” She acknowledged him. 

His smile lines deepened as she walked toward him. He felt his blood pump faster as she turned to reveal the tiny triangle of fabric she called underwear and her pert nipples under a well-worn tank top.

Jake’s palms held him up as he leaned back on the bed. His gaze tracked her as she slipped on the bed beside him, sitting on her calves. Her feet and the tail of her robe hung over the edge as she looked at Jake. 

“Yes?” He waited for her to say something.

She bit her lip before responding. Amused, Jake watched as she filtered her thoughts. “I got you something.”

“Oh?” Jake kept his gaze on her. She scooted toward him, further onto the bed. Her shoulders rolled, allowing her robe to slide down her back and pool behind her. 

She motioned with a head tilt toward her backside. “Why don’t you take a look.” Skeptical, Jake leaned forward. His eyes followed the line of her back until it reached her ass. 

There, following the swell of her buttcheek, in the finest line possible, was the phrase “Good girl.” 

Immediately, Jake felt all the blood in his body rush to his lap. He exhaled and squeezed his eyes shut as he tilted his chin toward the ceiling.

While he collected himself, she seized the opportunity to straddle him. Hands on his knees, she slipped into his lap.  Jake’s eyes shot open to find her pulling her shirt over her head.

Looking down he had the perfect view of her tattoo as her ass pressed against his stomach. “Did I pick the right spot?” She asked as she ground herself into his budding erection. 

“Perfect.” He groaned as his hands traversed her curves until his fingers sank into the hinges of her hips. She leaned forward, her palms still on his knees for support. Her hips rolled in circular motions. She looked over her shoulder to find Jake staring at her. 

“Take it for a test drive?” She winked at him. His signature smile appeared.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

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[kroas-adtam]

I’m Kroas, or Kro, but most of all, I’m the Ghost Fandom Torturer.

Somehow made a name for myself with 2022’s Kintober which turned into The Death of Peace of Mind fic. I also seem to be the voice of reason now and again within this hellscape.

Extroverted online, painfully introverted in person. Pan. Tattooer. Cryptid. Consistently Inconsistent. Mentally Unwell. Staunch Satanist. Cross-stitcher. Old.

She/they.

MDNI

Ask Box is: OPEN for writing prompts/requests, as well as drawing prompts/requests, whatever tickles your taint, unholy confession, and generally chaotic advice.

Stole this from @iamthecomet, but we are twins after all: My list of hard no's includes: emeto, scat, incest, pregnancy (breeding is totally fine), age regression. Pet play and Mommy/Daddy dynamics are situation dependent.

I separate ghouls/papas from the artists behind them, I will always include unmasked ghoul or papa warnings, I will never include the men or women behind the masks in art or fics.

Don’t bully me I’ll cum cry.

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[workingclasshistory]

New! Our T-Shirt of the Month for March 2023, made of 100% organic cotton by a worker-owned co-operative, and supporting grassroots labour unions in South Asia. It celebrates the victory of the Bread and Roses strike in March 1912. 20,000 garment workers, mostly women and girls, in Lawrence, Massachusetts, had walked out on strike and were denounced by the American Federation of Labor as "revolutionary" and "anarchistic". The workers instead turned to the radical Industrial Workers of the World union for support. The name of the strike referred to the workers wanting their basic needs met, "bread", as well as the beautiful things in life, "roses". The workers held meetings which were translated into almost 30 languages, faced down brutal police and militarily repression, who killed one woman and beat and jailed many others, and eventually won big concessions across the whole garment industry. In particular, the workers won a 15% pay increase, double pay for overtime and amnesty for most of the strikers. This month's design is by Berlin based artist and tattooer Nora Lehrmann. Instead of doing another t-shirt with the strike's slogan she decided to create a more subtle design consisting of a beautiful drawing of roses and wheat as a symbol for bread. The beginning and end date of the strike are displayed in a banderole. This t-shirt is available strictly limited edition for this month only. Be sure to preorder yours by March 31 as all t-shirts will be sewn and printed together: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/collections/t-shirt-of-the-month https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2222384657946672/?type=3

[ghostsgerard]

every time i’m reminded you’re a tattoo artist it’s so cool, how did you get into it? it’s something i think i would like to do, but i don’t know if i’d have the energy to come up with designs by myself

it was literally something i went and quit my job to try out cause i was like what am i even doing with my life might as well give it a shot bc i always thought i couldn’t do it.

the experience has been a bit traumatizing? i went to a bad shop and had a bad apprenticeship, it happens unfortunately, luckily there are newer shops (like but not exclusive to women/queer owned shops) that are getting away from the traditional apprenticeship, traditional toxic tattooer-ness. so please be careful where you go to apply for an apprenticeship and do not accept abuse like i did. also it is a lot of work and a lot of unpaid work

as far as designs, i thought i would be terrible at/hate designing tattoos but you can actually get the hang of it! i was a portrait artist i didn’t really draw other things and i was scared i wasn’t creative enough for it but you just keep constantly consuming art and getting inspired and starting small and watching other artists and seeing what makes a good tattoo design and it will come to you with time! part of the apprenticeship is teaching designing tattoos!

[simsbitchbells]

the newest contestant turned judge of ink master, mercy ☠️

did anyone else watch ink master re-runs on tv as a pre-teen? was always obsessed with the badass women tattooers amongst the grimy men.

thank you to the cc creators: @ikari-sims, @simstrouble, @arethabee, @trillyke, @liliili-sims4, and @jius-sims!!! <333

[12ozstudios]

Finished memento mori full sleeve tattooed by Meghan Patrick.

[hellcity]

@blkxgrygolf & @golfers_who_tattoo have teamed up with the @hell_city Tattoo Fest to bring you a golf outing for tattooers and tattoo enthusiasts alike the day before @hell_city begins. Join us for a shotgun scramble on August 22, 2024 at the amazing @arizonabiltmore Golf Club in Phoenix, AZ.

Arizona Biltmore Golf Club

2400 E Missouri Ave

Phoenix, AZ 85016

⛳️

WHAT TO EXPECT:

FORMAT - 4 Person Scramble

TIME: 7:00 check-in. 8:00 shotgun start

PRICE - $120.00 per person / $480 per foursome

Includes golf, golf cart, closest to the pin men/women, long drive men/women prizes, putting contest entry. Cash prizes!

OPTIONAL - $10 mulligans. Max 4 - must be purchased before shotgun start during check-in

DEADLINE - Registration Deadline is AUGUST 14th!

Please send registration info to either:

@golfers_who_tattoo : Ryan 480.580.9481

@blkxgrygolf : Angel 847.220.7695


Registration info needed:

Player #1 Name & Shirt size

Player #2 Name & Shirt size

Player #3 Name & Shirt size

Player #4 Name & Shirt size

Payment link/info will be sent once we receive registration info.

Please remember the deadline is August 14th!

#tattooersthatgolf #tattoogolf #golftattoo #hellcitytattoofest #tattooartist #golfersthattattoo

[xenopoem]

Kristine Snodgrass

"The glitch work within my collection, Gradients, unfurls the dominion of prevailing cultures and oppressive conduits that dictate the embodiment of women—their minds, experiences, and corporeality. It is an act of deconstruction, an unraveling of the resolute structures of misogyny. Through my collaborations with men, I embark upon unfiltered and audacious odysseys, where glitches metamorphose into catalysts of change, supplanting the uncharted recesses of my consciousness. They possess an erotic quality, yet can we truly grasp the depths of physical consciousness?

Photographs, collages, and images manifest in tangible form, evoking gazes that oscillate. But when the written word adorns a partner's body, it transcends the boundaries of consciousness, imprinting its very essence upon the corporeal expanse. It engenders an unparalleled present moment, an irreplaceable connection. Gradients plunges into the profound exploration of physical consciousness, unveiling raw images of asemic writing and tattoos etched upon my flesh, accompanied by glitches that safeguard the primordial essence of the source imagery. The written narrative assumes paramount significance, steering the reader's aesthetic voyage, while the constrained palette of colors and brooding tones lays bare the unvarnished reality of oppressive sexual norms and societal expectations.

The asemic body art, meticulously drawn and eternally inked upon my being, carries with it a tapestry of dominance and intricacy. Once embarked upon with Jay Snodgrass, it intertwined the act of male dominion over the female form with the complexities of asemic expression. Conventional delineations blur within this dynamic, and the ensuing transformation, emergent from the glitches that disrupt those moments, becomes my very contradiction, my artistic testament.

Through my collaboration with Karla Van Vliet and my intimate confidante Cat, my perception of dominant acts that claim the body underwent profound metamorphosis. It transmuted into an act of love, a bond forged through camaraderie and shared experiences of powerlessness. Each encounter with the asemic and tattoo artists birthed unique energies and emotions—sheer elation, potent sorcery, fluttering nerves, and the most profound and sensuous inspiration. The culmination of this endeavor, the final tattoo adorning my back, transpired as an uninterrupted three-hour communion of artistry and self-expression with the virtuosic tattooer, Nate Barnes.

Art, in its immediate manifestation, wields the power to transfigure. Asemics, with their enigmatic nature and their intricate entwinement with the corporeal realm, unfurl extended complexities. They draw sustenance from the profound annals of tattooing, body art, and ritual—an entanglement ripe for further scrutiny. Perhaps Gradients serves as a testimonial, an unadulterated glimpse into instances of rapture and disillusionment, an expedition into the paradoxical union of anguish and ecstasy. I beseech you to submerge yourself, absorb its quintessence, and mold your own interpretations."

[hues3ra]

ok…….i have to look for a new tattooer but like this means having to go on IG *vomit* and look up accounts *dry heave* and see pretty women on them *ripping hair out* and feel bad about myself for the rest of the week *more vomit* and then I have to go in for a consult *ripping more hair out* and be perceived by someone else hot *despair and agony* and i don’t rly wanna go thru that but i am also tired of being covered with tattoos almost exclusively by my ex so………..