#wu tang tattoo

[callmeblake]

Close ups of Frank's leg tattoos from this set

[imkenyaa]

“ Wu-Tang came into the game talking about we’re gods. The Black man is god. At the time, no one had ever heard Black men talk to each other this way. “No, Lord, you’re the master of civilization, the god of the universe.” Instead of “What’s up, my nigga?” it’s “What’s happening, god? Peace, god. What’s up, Lord? I love you, King.” Things of that nature. “

- Method Man For Men’s Health

[amarimeta]

actually so crazy when you think about it like. random scientists came to her saying “hey we think your entire family was raptured because of the location they were in” and she’s like “i was in the kitchen with them” and the scientists are like “well you were at the sink! they were at the table!” oh ok. we’re getting departed based off our longitude and latitude now. okay.

so where is she meant to feel safe in the world. because it’s not like “departure hot spots” were identified BEFORE. the idea that these hot spots exists only comes afterwards. so where are you meant to feel safe. well maybe if it happens again the same “hot spots” will be relevant. so you have to go somewhere without any “hot spots”. a place where the location guarantees your safety.

except you get there and the next night three girls disappear. and you keep telling everyone it wasn’t a second departure (because the idea that the sudden departure could happen again terrifies you. but the idea that it could happen again at any moment is also motivating every choice you make.) and no one’s listening. and then scientists start talking about a new theory. what if the departure wasn’t location based. what if certain people acted as lenses magnifying the likeness of someone departing?

what if your entire family got taken from you so you ran away hoping to feel safe and now people are hypothesizing that the common variable causing these departures is you :) you’re the danger!! :)

[unholy-cvlt]

CAREFUL (CLICK, CLICK)

Yo, something in the street went "Bang, bang"

Making it hard for you to do your thang, thang

Something in the street went, "Bang, bang"

Making it hard for you to do your thang, thang, thang

Something in the hall went, "Click, click"

The boxcutter went, "Click, click"

Something in the hall went, "Click, click"

The boxcutter went, "Click, click

[cosmicyellow]

Finding ✨my colour✨ has really changed my life, I wanna find other queers (/pos) that have found their colour!! :)

[micmusic]

[thebigtakeover]

Wu

[strawbrry-vamp]

★ my silly sid headcanons!! ★

✮ bi,, demiboy,, and uses neopronouns

✮ uses he/it/they/bug/vinyl/0

✮ weirdcore and cyberpunk sid!!

✮ their favorite colors are blue and red

✮ his favorite sanrio character is my sweet piano

✮ 0's favorite food is spaghetti

✮ bug loves rap music, artists like eminem and wu-tang clan

✮ it's favorite shows are lucifer and the walking dead

✮ 0 collects records,, cds,, cassets,, and other physical forms of music

✮ bug is a flip! an age regressor and cg! it is an older toddler regressor, little age is 2-6

✮ vinyl plays D4DJ (favorite unit is merm4id)

✮ he LOVES bowling with a passion, he's good at it too

✮ vinyl ALWAYS picks the music when on car rides

✮ they love looking through magazines full of motorcycles and cars

✮ bug lets bug's partner(s) color in bug's tattoos

[humanbug]

Inky Hearts pt. 1

Modern!Ellie is a tattoo artist and you just became her lovely little muse.

a/n: hellooo! okay i am actually kind of obsessed with this. I'm not sure how many parts of this i am planning on making but definitely more than one. as always feedback and comments are more than welcome!! all of the pictures i included do not belong to me and the tattoo was found on Pinterest. the two songs mentioned are C.R.E.A.M by Wu-Tang and Come A Little Closer by Cage the Elephant. enjoy lovelys!!

warning(s): mentions of cigarettes/smoking/weed, i think that's it but please let me know if i should add anything

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel anxiously waiting for the light to turn green. You had no reason at all to be anxious! This was not your first tattoo. You had too many to count off the top of your head. However it was your first time at this shop and new places have always made you anxious, always preferring routine over spontaneity. 

You had seen one of the artists at the shop on instagram and instantly became obsessed with their work. Their page is full of stunning tattoos. Her name was Ellie. Cute. She seemed to mostly do plants and flowers, sticking to a traditional style. Seeing a few videos of her tattooing herself, you couldn’t help but notice just how attractive she was. Doing some light-hearted stalking you managed to find her personal page and she had a disappointing lack of posts. Her profile picture was her standing holding a skateboard behind her head…original. She only had a few pictures, mostly with other people. Deciding against following her, figuring that might be creepy.

‘Fuck it! Her style is perfect for the exact tattoo that I’ve been wanting on my hips. It's just a major plus that she’s super hot.’ You think as you send a message to the tattoo parlors page saying you’re interested in booking an appointment. 

So just like that, a month later you’re sitting at a red light, anxiety pulsing through you. Parking your car in the lot across from the shop you gather your things, giving yourself a once over in your car window, you walk across to the shop. The bell above the door jingles as you open it. The classic smell of green soap wafting through the parlor. C.R.E.A.M is playing low in the background as you make your way to the front desk. A young girl with thick black hair is sitting on a stool at the counter typing away at a laptop. You realize you recognize her from Ellie’s instagram page.

You take a few anxious steps toward her, “Hi! I’m here for a four o’clock appointment with Ellie? Sorry I’m a little early!” 

“Hey! No worries! She’s just finishing up with someone and then she’ll come out and get you. Feel free to have a seat.” She gives you a warm smile, going back to typing away.

Placing your purse and water bottle on the coffee table in the middle of a few sofas and loveseats you flop into one, fiddling with your fingers. You take a look around the shop, admiring the welcoming vibe. Flash art is hung all over the walls, along with pictures of tattoos and piercings that customers have gotten. Art and posters are also placed around sporadically. The artist stations have curtains on either side of them with a walkway in the middle. 

A voice coming from around one of the curtains snags your attention. ‘Oh my god. She’s even hotter in person. This is gonna be a long day.’ Your face flushes as your mind shuffles around. 

She rounds the front desk, chatting with her client while accepting her payment. Her client leaves and she turns to the dark haired girl who welcomed you, she nods her head in your direction and you quickly look down realizing you’ve been staring at them. You fiddle with your fingers as a pair of beat up converse come into your view. Looking up as she asks your name.

“Yeah! That’s me!” You look up giving your best casual smile.

“Sweet. Give me one sec to clean up my station and print out your stencil and I’ll come get you.” She says as she steps back.

“Okie dokie!” 

She chuckles at your response, walking towards her station.

“Okie dokie!? Jesus fucking christ I’m such a dork. Just be cool! You know how to be cool!’ You scold yourself and take some deep breaths.

About twenty minutes pass before she’s walking back with your stencil in hand, nodding her head at you to follow her. Gathering your stuff as quickly as possible you shuffle after her. She walks to her station, pulling the curtain closed behind you guys and sits in the rolling chair, cutting the excess edge off of your stencil. You stand there, shifting on your feet, awaiting direction.

Your eyes wander and you realize her station is a great insight to her personality. She’s got a tool cart covered in stickers and a low table shelf where her rolling chair sits. She’s got several shelves with collectable action figures and pictures. You notice more of her flash art taped to the wall, a Savage Starlight poster catches your eye. 

“Alright so you want these on the front of your thighs and hips right?” She looks up at you and you nod giving a small hum.

“Perfect, so if you just wanna pull your shorts off – or you can just lower them. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

You blush even though you knew you’d have to take your shorts off. Purposefully wearing your cutest high cut underwear, however now you feel embarrassed at doing that. You shuffle out of your shorts and fold them over your bag. Hopping onto the chair with a small huff you lean back into the backrest. 

She stands, slipping on her black gloves. Glancing down at you and asking if you're ready, you nod your head with another hum. 

As she makes work of sanitizing your skin and running the disposable razor over your thighs and hips, you subtly admire her own ink. She has a beautiful fern with a moth overlaying it on her left arm. On her right arm she has a collection of flowers and plants from her wrist disappearing into the sleeve of her white t-shirt. She also has several patchwork pieces filling in the blank skin on her arms, neck, and some tattoos disappearing to her covered hands. Your face flushes and the thought of seeing the pieces that are not currently exposed. 

As Ellie is prepping her canvas she is trying to be as subtle as possible as she looks you over. Feeling embarrassed at her lack of professionalism she scolds herself as she ogles you. Admiring your tattoos, she feels giddy at the thought of adding to all the beautiful pieces covering you. She glances up at you as you seem to be dazed while staring at her arms. Giving a small smirk at your face flushing, she wipes your skin with the wet paper towel once more before grabbing your stencil from her table. She presses them both down with gentle hands, making sure they’re even and not smudged. 

“Okay, hop up and take a look at it in the mirror. If there’s anything, anything at all that you don’t like about the placement or size let me know.” She steps back, rolling her gloves off and reaching for clean ones.

Scooting off the chair you move over to the mirror and admire the beautiful stencil, already obsessing over the temporary blue ink. Shifting your hips and rotating your body to make sure you like it from all angles, you swivel around with a grin.

“I love it! It’s literally perfect. Oh my god it’s so perfect.” You gush.

Her face flushes at your praise and she nods before turning to her workstation to fill the ink caps and get her tattoo gun ready.

You hop back into the chair, giddy with excitement. Fingers fiddling, this time with excited energy. The buzz of the gun causes adrenaline to fizzle through you and you take deep breaths, preparing for the sweet pain. She rolls her chair to you and presses the pedal underneath the chair causing it to lower to her sitting level. 

“Alright, you ready to start?” She dips the needle of the gun into the ink, bringing her attention back to you. 

Taking a deep breath, you look into her green eyes and give your best confident nod, “Ready as I’ll ever be!”

She smiles at you, finding you absolutely adorable and places her left hand firmly on your thigh, gun in her right hand. 

Always being surprised by the pain, for some odd reason. You take a deep breath at the hot sting and try to focus on the music playing in the parlor. Come A Little Closer plays and you drum your fingers to the melody. 

– 

“Alright, outlines are done. You wanna take a break before we start color?” She asks as she sets the gun down, stretching out her arms and neck. Looking incredibly hot doing something so simple.

“Yeah! A break would be good.” You stretch out your legs before moving off the chair with great caution trying to avoid the painful feeling of creasing your skin. 

“Sweet. Lemme just cover you with saran wrap and some medical tape” She rolls over to you covering your outline gently. You slip on your shorts, zipping them up and leaving the button undone. You shuffle in your bag for your smokes, turning around with the pack in hand. 

“You- Uh- You wanna join me for a smoke?” You offer sheepishly. 

She says sure and grabs her water bottle, walking out behind you. You lean against the brick wall, pulling your lighter out of the pack and two smokes. You place one in your mouth, lighting it and lighting the other with the tip. You blush feeling Ellie’s eyes on you the whole time.

Passing it to her you try to make small talk, “It’s a horrible habit…I’m aware. I usually prefer a joint over a cig but ya know.” You say with a small laugh. 

She chuckles with you, “I’m not one to judge. Besides, you can get away with smoking.”

“What do you mean by that?” You exhale and glance up at her in confusion.

“Pretty girls can always get away with smoking. Trust me.” She says with a dramatic exhale of smoke, looking borderline edible at this point. 

‘Fuck how can someone look that hot smoking a cigarette!?’ 

You turn a bright shade of red, “I- I’ve never been told that before…” You say quietly, stubbing your cigarette out on the ashtray placed outside. 

Smirking at your shyness she stubs her and pushes herself off the wall, stubbing her cigarette on the ashtray, “C’mon pretty, let’s get back to work.” She says, holding the door open for you. Your body brushes against hers as you walk through the door. Face aflame.  

You both settle back in her workspace and she starts coloring your piece.

–

Pulling off her gloves and leaning back to stretch, “And you’re done. Let me know what you think.”

You scoot off the chair, skin much more tender, you wince when you crease it, dreading the drive home. You step over to the mirror ogling at the artwork that decorates your skin.

“It’s-” You spin around bouncing on your toes, “It’s amazing! You’re fucking amazing! Oh my fucking god!” You practically scream, feeling pure elation. 

Her freckles become prominent as her face flushes a concerning shade of red. Your praise clearly has an effect on her. She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, feeling her blush all over her body. 

Clearing her throat, “I- I’m glad you like it. You took it like a champ. That’s a big ass piece, I don’t know if I could've done only one session.” She rambles, wanting to get the attention off of her. 

She stands, hands stuffing into her pockets, “Anyway! Let’s get that covered.” 

She covers both your hips in saniderm and you pull your shorts on, wincing as the fabric rubs against your skin. 

“Hey! Uh- Do you have a personal instagram? I found the shop but um- was hoping to follow your personal one!” You ramble nervously, shuffling with your phone.

Letting out a small laugh she takes your phone from you, opening instagram and typing her handle. She takes her phone out of her back pocket, following you back. You try to hide your smile and grab the rest of your things.

‘Just be cool. Play it cool and casual.’

Making your way to the front desk she leans on it, “So for today it’ll be an even $200.”

“What? What- No, that’s- that’s way too cheap. Here.” You hand her four hundred, knowing that she’s undercharging you. This tattoo is incredible and huge. You also hand her a single hundred for the tip. Having had enough tattoos that you know you always pay in cash and always be prepared to tip generously. 

She shuffles through the cash, shaking her head and trying to hand you back two of the five hundred that you handed her. You raise your hands and shake your head, “No! Ellie! C’mon, don’t undercharge me!” Looking her in the eyes to insist. 

“C’mon pretty girl. Reason with me. Take two back. I won’t accept five.” She says as she stands taller, hands leaning on the counter, tilting her head as she speaks to you.

‘Let me just…casually get on my knees for you. You look so fucking hot right now. Oh my fucking god.’

You let out a dramatic sigh and say quietly, “Fine! Fine…but you’re keeping three!” You concede, not happy at all with her undercharging you.

She smirks, pushing herself off the counter folding the cash and pocketing it, “Good girl. Was that so hard?” She mocks you.

Your body is burning with embarrassment and lust at this point and you are grateful the dark haired girl from before is gone. Feeling mortified at the thought of anyone witnessing her flirtatious teasing. 

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you take a step back gripping your bag.

Clearing your throat you manage to get out, “Well- I Will be seeing you. Thank you, Ellie. This piece is- it’s incredible. I’m obsessed with it!” You gush out like a fangirl.

“Thank you…that means a lot.” She says and stuffs her hands in her pockets, an obvious tell of when she’s nervous. 

–

Parking your car in the parking lot behind your apartment building you pull your phone out from your back pocket, feeling it buzz with a notification. 

ellie_wills03 : hey pretty girl

ellie_wills03 : you get home safe?

You bite your bottom lip as you smile. Thumbs hovering over your keyboard.

love.bug.222 : Hi! Yes, I just got home 🩷

ellie_wills03 : good, have a good night gorgeous 

love.bug.222 : Okie dokie! You too! I’ll talk to you tomorrow :) 

Ellie smiles at her phone, chuckling at how sweet you sound even over text.

You are a blushing mess, admiring your tattoo for the rest of the night.

[golly-ge3]

𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 😜)

Warnings:Kanye west 😭 songs with cursing and sexual themes!

Leonardo

Raphael

(I wanted to do all the turtles but it was a song limit 💀)

[sebyth]

Portrait of Wu Xi and Jing Beiyuan from Qi Ye, with redesigned post-QY-canon outfits.

This started completely differently, as a post-it note doodle of "generic danmei guys" and went through three or four massive changes before landing on this version. Wu Xi is depicted similarly to a short translated description of "Yue" people from approximately the region which is currently southern China/northern Vietnam. His tattoos and short hair are based on a statue said to be of a "Yue" person. His necklace is completely made up not based on anything. Beiyuan's clothes are loosely based on Tang dynasty garments, with embroidery pattern based on a 12th century painting of jasmine sprigs. His headpiece is a completely made up vaguely floral shape.

Done in Krita with a small Wacom tablet of some kind.

[muutosarchive]

GET  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN  !

what's your phone wallpaper: my  ls  is  a  picture  of  my  girlfriend, &. my hs is jamie dutton <3 uwu last song you listened to:  booker t - bad bunny currently reading:  the silver eyes (re-read) last movie:  jackass the movie. what are you wearing right now?:  black tights &. my wu tang clan hoodie. how tall are you?: 5'7" :3 piercings/tattoos?:  my ears are stretched to 1inch, i have one other lobe hole on the upper lobe (both ears). my nose, labret, &. tongue are pierced, &. i have 7 tattoos, one on my right outer ankle, one on my left foot, two on my left leg, two on my back &. one behind my ear. glasses/contacts:  glasses i am v impaired. last thing you ate?:  tortellini w. vodka sauce &. chicken tenderloin. favourite colour(s):  red, &. blue. current obsession:   yellowstone, fnaf, commentary videos or youtube documentaries. do you have a crush right now?:   <3 my lovely fiance @avemaria. :3 last place you traveled to:  rhode island probably?

tagged by: technically @getslashed

tagging: you !

[gerardpilled]

Im sorry but it’s RZA!!! It’s so funny to me. Do you think Frank showed him his ugly wu tang tattoo

[snail-eggs]

Boss ask meme

1 & 10 for Frank

14 & 20 for Van

I finally get to talk about these guys some more :) (also sorry it has taken me literal days to get to this, I put this in my drafts and then proceeded to not think straight for a while lmaoo)

Frank:

1. Is your Boss's name a secret? Do some people know but not others? Do they use a pseudonym? A nickname?

His name isn't a secret! He's always gone by his name and never really saw any reason to hide it. He does have a nickname that doubles as a reference to Wu-Tang and a very specific southern rap genre. I'll let you guys try and figure it out :)

10. How has your Boss changed throughout the games/years?

Frank is probably the most well-adjusted out of all of my bosses so the changes he goes through may not be immediately noticeable. I think the most monumental is that of becoming a father, though it happens between games and though we do not get to see it, it is so apparent. For the first time, his priorities are skewed away from gang life and focused on his family instead.

Van:

14. Which voice does your Boss have? Or if you imagine them speaking differently to one of the in-game voices, describe it.

Van's voice is just one of those things that I am not too sure on. None of the ones in-game really suit her and I'm having to think really hard as to what her voice would sound like.

I'm leaning towards Van from Atlanta's voice for her, just something much calmer than the game's voices.

20. Do they have any tattoos? Are they from the game or something you created?

I have it in my head that I want Van to have tattoos but I still have no idea what those would be. It's gonna have to be a long talk with Yara for me to even be close to figuring it out. But there have definitely been in-game ones I've considered like the skeleton hands.