#studio x tattoo

[stardust-moth]

Mileven Week 2024, Day 6: Touch

[fandomfanservice]

The Heart Killers Fandom, how are you?

It’s only episode 1 and don’t know about you but feeling very very fed!!!

We are in for a wild ride fandom (just like Kant) 🫣😂

Let’s just get this out of the way, P’Jojo and Joong are really out here trying to convince us (delulu as we are) that there is universe where Joong/(Fadel) can resist Dunk (Style) for one second😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂. Sirs, you ain’t fooling no one.

I don’t know what Style’s flirting technique is but it just reminds me of this and its gonna work😂😂😂

Khaotung continues to be mesmerising and yes he will be trouble with captain B! 😉

First is just magnificent, every look just 🎯🎯🎯🎯🎯🎯.

FirstKhao are just a gift, what talent. This fan was scandalised and enamoured and needs more like now.

Whoever said good things come to those who wait, wasn’t a BL fan!

*credit to all the gif makers.

[littlescribbs]

I am absolutely freaking out with this official concept art of them! Freddie has henna tattoos??? HELLO! Omg 😳

[myokk]

(they are Not fans of professor binns)

[rosiesfables]

Avatar: The Last Airbender is one of my top favourite comfort show. So I figured I’d try my hand at drawing them. 💨🌊🪨🔥

The north and south water tribes are based on Inuit culture so I thought it would be amazing to showcase their traditional tattoos. Designs/meanings vary from different communities of course, but typically chin/v forehead tattoos signify womenhood. So that’s what I’m going with 🤞🏼

[klayr-de-gall]

Day 3 - Tattoos

Xiaos Voice: Again???

The one where Kaeya and Xiao have a tattoo studio together.

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I had a ton of fun designing Dilucs tattoos.

You can always join in with all kind of fanwork and fandom! Make sure to use the #AU-August Tag, so I can find you!

As always, all entries for this week (Day 1 to Day 6) can be found on my Patreon already!

[Social Media and Patreon]

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[kehlanifenty]

[justsunandstars]

flower shop/tattoo shop AU

Mylo works at flower shop his grandpa owns. he's skilled with flowers, ribbons and gift wraps cause he watched old man do everything since young age. as every shop in their small town they have regulars. one of them in particular always catches Mylo's eye. he knows his name is Claggor and he works in a tattoo shop nearby, and every time the young man stops by, Mylo wishes he had the guts to make a small talk with him. maybe ask him about the one he buys flowers for. he doesn't know Claggor buys flowers just as a shop accessory, for the girls to call him gentleman and take pictures with small cute bouquet in the middle of their badass looking studio. he doesn't know Claggor only has his eyes for the cute lanky florist from across the street, who always drops something as soon as Claggor walks in.

[pro-depresanti]

For research purposes - what piercing/tattoo do you think Alastor (human, modern times AU) would get? I need it for... reasons.

[jjungkookislife]

Butterfly Tattoo Studio: Morning Kisses

pairing: jimin x f. reader, hopekook x f. reader

genre: fluff, future polyam au, [18+]

summary: another morning with hoseok and another morning call from a flirty jimin.

wc: 510

warnings: some innuendos, implied smut, hoseok might have a sir kink?

“Good morning, love!” Jimin’s voice rings through your phone when you answer his video call. Your hair is still a little wild, sticking up at odd angles as you walk to the kitchen with your phone. After a second date, with Hobi promising it was just dessert, the boys had stayed up waiting for his return, eager to hear all about it. But just like your first date, Hobi was nowhere to be seen. They assumed he was at your place, finally calling it a night early in the morning before deciding to call around 8 a.m. just to check in and make sure their boyfriend was safe.  

“Good morning, Jimin,” you chirp. You pause when you see a shirtless Hoseok in your kitchen making you breakfast and coffee. Boy, you could get used to this. 

“Babe?” Jimin’s voice brings you back to earth and Hoseok turns at the sound. 

“Oh. Hey, doll. I didn’t mean to wake you,” Hoseok smiles bashfully. 

“Oh, so that’s where you are,” Jimin’s voice comes through again and Hobi raises a brow. You turn the screen so he can see his boyfriend, who smiles villainously at Hoseok. 

“Jimin,” Hoseok warns, but it goes over his head. 

“So that’s what you meant by having dessert,” Jimin teases, and you huff a laugh. 

“Jimin!”

“I tease,” Jimin sticks his tongue out. “We were just wondering if you were joining us for breakfast, but I can see you’re occupied.”

“It’s breakfast,” you say as you move closer to Hobi and he wraps his arm around your waist. Jimin giggles and then Jungkook appears beside him on the screen.  

“Ooh, well don’t you two look comfy,” Jungkook smirks and Hobi groans. 

“Why are you even up this early?” Hoseok grumbles as he nuzzles into your neck. 

“We were waiting for you,” Jungkook shrugs. “We wanted to make sure you were in good hands.”

“And apparently you are,” Jimin licks his lips, his tone low and flirty. It sends tingles down your back. 

“Jimin,” you breathe his name and he winks, noting the way you move against Hobi. 

“By no means stop on our account.”

“Jimin,” Hoseok warns, and he laughs in response. 

“We’ll let you two enjoy your morning together,” Jimin promises, a bright smile on his lips. “Oh, and babe?”

“Yeah?” You ask in response. 

“Hoseok goes wild if you suck on the spot right behind his ear. Enjoy!” With that, the phone call ends and Hoseok is groaning into your shoulder. 

“I’d like to say they’re not always like that, but…” Hoseok trails off with a sheepish smile.

 You laugh, shaking your head. “They’re funny and they care about you, even if they tease the hell out of us. I can’t wait to see them again. Dinner was fun that one time.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Hoseok grins, kissing your cheek before turning back to the stove. “But first, breakfast.”

“Yes, sir,” you smile with a sparkle of mischief in your eye. Hoseok licks his lips. 

“Don’t be starting something you can’t finish, doll.”

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[aoitakumi8148]

...𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝔂, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓼 & 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓓𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓮 ~ 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘𝓼 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓮...

[flyttadigsart]

blessing your dashboard with a pink ryu (he/she/they)

[noragonie]

im an anime tattoo artist in los angeles and these are some designs i want to tattoo u cam message me on here or dm me on instagram @ shasamzaps

or just reblog to help me get my name out there !

[nicetattooparlor]

By Liv at Nice Tattoo Parlor

[ohraicodoll]

Just a heads up if you’ve sent something to my Ask box! I have a handful of Feral WIP’s I’m working on right now that are requests/prompts so if you send something in, I will get to it! Some of the asks either don’t fit in the story setting/with the character or I can write something quick in a non-story format so I answer those, but the longer or more intricate scenarios are gonna be longer stories.  (I tend to write some of these while I’m at the office working shhh don’t tell anyone. I just have 4 jobs and my fibro has been flaring up like a bitch lately, but I’ve been loving writing all of this)

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor au anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 2: Piercings and Puns

“Pleeaaasse?” Johnny whines, pressing his hands together and giving you the biggest, sparkliest puppy dog look you could imagine.

You roll your eyes. “No.”

“Please! My two o’clock cancelled an’ I’m so bored!” He flops over the counter, arms dangling right above the appointment books. You pointedly ignore the size of his biceps.

“I’m not letting you pierce me just because you’re bored.” You scoff. “Now shoo, Simon’s got an appointment coming in soon.”

“But ye barely have any!” He argues. “All I’m askin’ fer is a wee ear. No’ even a nipple!”

A shocked amalgamation of a bark, laugh, and scoff forces it’s way out of you at that. “It’s still a no!”

Johnny groans, but at least moves away from the counter. Unfortunately, he takes the opportunity to circle around behind you, pinching the cartilage of your ear. “C’mon, ol’ righty’s beggin’ fer a conch.”

The intercom buzzes before you can respond. You swat Johnny away with one hand while pressing the speaker button with the other. “Hello?”

“I’ve go’ an appointment with Ghost.” A man’s voice drifts through. You blink dumbly for half a moment. You still haven’t gotten used to Simon’s social media and booking moniker - he doesn’t like giving his real name out much, apparently.

You buzz him in. Johnny is still hanging around the desk even when you leave to get Simon - making your way down the shirt hall to his studio. The large man stands in front of his stencil maker, back turned to you.

You knock on his door frame quietly. “Your guy’s here.”

“Be out in a moment.” He mumbles, focused on whatever he’s doing. You don’t really know the steps by heart, but you do know that there’s something so special about watching artists perform this repetitive song and dance. This rhythm they know by heart. Skilled hands enacting each step with careful precision.

He’s so hard to read. Big and bulky but calm as the night sea. You want him to like you, but you know badgering him certainly won’t get you there. So, you turn on your heal and head back out. When you return to the front, Johnny’s disappeared back into his room.

You suck your teeth and lean back in the desk chair, rolling your earlobe between your thumb and index finger. It’s not a bad offer, really. You only have two earlobe piercings on each side. Wouldn’t hurt to add a helix… you’ve also wanted to get your thirds done for a while. Work your way up. You glance at the clock. Simon won’t be done with his client for at least an hour or so, and you’ve balanced the registers for the moment. Both Kyle and John are out today, so they won’t need anything.

It wouldn’t hurt… well, not metaphorically.

With a sigh you stand, wandering your way to Johnny’s space. The door’s wide open, and his head snaps up the moment you step close like a sixth sense. “Takin’ me up on my offer, bonnie?”

You roll your eyes. “Guess I am.”

“Whit d’ye want?” Johnny practically skips around his station, pulling out wrapped, sanitized tools and placing them on a rolling tray. He pats the center of the padded table in the middle of the room.

“Uh, been wanting to do my thirds for a while.” You shrug. “If you have time for two.”

“Och, I’ve got all the time in the world fer ye, hen.” Johnny grins, pulling up in front of you and grabbing a marker.

He’s so close as he places the marks on your ears, warm fingers feeling for the best spots. A thumb traces the back of your left ear down just to the beginning of your jaw briefly. Fuck, he smells good. Warm musk with hints of citrus around the edges. The way he tucks your hair back, hands framing your face as he lines up the dots, is so oddly intimate compared to the other times you’ve gotten pierced. He chews at his lip in concentration, pulling at the scar on his chin while turning your head back forth a couple times.

“Think I’ve got it.” He grins and steps back. “Have a look.”

You take the mirror, casually checking but not paying too much attention. You trust him to do right by you. “Looks good.”

“A’right. Now the fun part.” He grins, tearing open the pack of tools and a two new needles.

“Is this fun?” You frown, squirming a little at the size of the needle.

“It’s always fun t’poke a pretty girl.”

You roll your eyes, a growing theme between you two it seems. “Oh, you thought that was real clever, didn’t you? Had that in your pocket a while?”

“Why donnae ye reach in an‘ check?” He murmurs, leaning close to clamp your left ear. You’re half tempted to tell him it’s mean to tease a fat girl like this - but you don’t think he means anything like that by it. He’s just a flirt by nature.

Before you can answer, he shoves the needle through your ear. You stiffen, a strained noise bubbling up out of your throat.

Johnny coos as he slips the earring into your ear. “One doon.”

“Uh-huh.” You sniffle. Not that it hurts badly, just a basic physical reaction. Johnny still gives you an empathetic smile.

The second goes quicker, Johnny locked in on his work. It’s interesting, seeing how intense they get. You Is it odd to wish someone would look at you like that? With that much focus and passion?

“There ye go…good girl.” He murmurs in that deep rumble that would have you squirming if you didn’t still have a needle through your ear. “Doin’ so good f’me...”

“You’re a devil, MacTavish.”

Johnny just chuckles, knowing full well exactly what he’s doing. He steps back to look at the final result after slipping the second stud into your ear. They feel hot - like two small ovens on either side of your head.

“If it weren’t for the piercings I’d think ye were blushing, hen.”

“You’re gonna get yourself slapped one of these days.” You scoff, sliding off the table.

“Wouldnnae be the first time.”

You find yourself rolling your eyes for the millionth time.

You grunt, squatting low in an attempt to pick the last of the parlor trash. It’s not that you mind, trash was part of your duties from the start, but holy shit do these boys put bricks in their bins? You’d think tattoos would make light trash. Especially after the sharps are disposed of separately.

“Solid?” Simon appears in the hall, eyes flicking over you. You still can’t tell how he feels about you. Neutral, you suppose. At least that’s all you can glean from behind his seemingly permanent black surgical mask.

“Ya.” You sigh, letting the bag drop and leaning back to stretch. “Just heavy. Swear y’all aren’t throwing rocks in these just to fuck with me?”

You give him a grin. Simon just cocks an eyebrow - exaggerated by the small piercing lining it. You think, maybe the slight shaking of his shoulder is a laugh. In combination won’t he crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Maybe not.

“‘ere.” Simon grunts, closing the short distance between you quickly before snatching up the bag like it weighs almost nothing.

You stutter, following after him toward the back exit. “You don’t have to-“

“Not a problem.” He grunts, tossing the thing over the side of the bin. He quietly leads you back inside, locking the door behind you “Johnny go’ you already?”

When you frown in confusion he points to his ears.

“Oh! Yeah.” You shrug, leading the way back to front desk to finish up your closing duties. “He’s insistent. I’d wanted them for a while anyway so I figured there’s no harm.”

“Give ‘im an inch...” He sighs, pointing to the black bar bridge piercing at the apex of his nose. “Somehow talked me into this shite.”

You tilt your head. “Yeah? I think it suits you.”

It really does. You can’t see most of his nose form under the mask but the arc of it leading up to bridge is strong, the piercing settling into the space nicely.

Simon breaks the silence. “You about done?”

“Almost. Just gotta check the ATM against the book real quick.” You nod.

He stares down at you for a moment, glancing out the semi-opaque window, now black with the night sky. There aren’t many street lamps on this side of town. You can only see a very faint glow from the one down by the car park.

“I’ll wait.” Simon settles his wide frame into Kyle’s usual chair.

“Oh! No you don’t have to! I’m sure you’re tired-“

“Wouldn’t feel right leavin’ you alone in the dark.” He cuts you off.

“It’s not a far walk-“

He scoffs. “Definitely not leaving you to walk alone.”

You sink your teeth into your lip, debating briefly on arguing. Based on his comfortable lean and crossed arms, it’s probably best to just let him walk you home. He looks so wide like that, veins prominent across his forearms. Fuck, you gotta find a boyfriend or booty call or something in this city. Anything to stop the temptation to stare at your hot coworkers.

It doesn’t take long to finish up your final chores. You turn all but one light off, wiring down from the bright overheads glaring at you all day. You glance over at Simon a few times while locking up the ATM, his covered face lit up by the light of his phone.

He leads you out of the shop once you’re finished, locking the door behind you and trying it a couple times to be sure. “Which way?”

“Uh, down here. It’s only twenty minutes.” You murmur, feeling guilty that you’ve kept him out extra late. You shove your hands in your hoodie pockets as you walk, the only sound on the street made up of your footsteps and some distant cars.

“What falls but never gets hurt?” Simon asks suddenly.

You frown. “Huh?”

“What falls but never gets hurt?”

You squint at him, trying to decipher anything from his face in the low light. You get nothing but a calm, warm gaze resting on you.

His eyes crinkle in the corners again. “Rain.”

“Pffft-“ You choke, caught off guard. “That’s such a lame pun.”

“Oh? I’ve got a better one.” Simon says, a smirk in his tone. “Why’d the mother clam scold her children?”

You chew your lip. God, you’re too literal to be clever enough for stupid puns and riddles. It doesn’t help that your head is spinning from this brick shithouse, incredibly attractive and intimidating man spitting popsicle puns at you.

“They were being shellfish.”

“Oh fuck off!” You shove at his arm playfully without thinking. He gives, let’s you push him slightly before you stiffen. “S-sorry! I don’t-“

“Nothin’ to apologize for.” The corners of his eyes crinkle deeper. Yeah, definitely a smile. You answer it with one of your own.