#tat zap wizard

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August!

  It’s been a good time working again. I missed it so much. My August books are open right now- I will book Sept later.

I’m still nervous about possibly exposing my partner to covid, but with most all of my clients vaccinated and everyone masked it’s a little less worrying. People have been getting fun stuff, too! And I’ve been doing a lot of catch-up drawing.

[tattoosbyjakeb]

Greetings wizards and witches of @literaryink , @jasonanthonytattooer and I will be blasting some spells all weekend!! Stop by for some magical tat zaps, stickers, and cuddles. Na for really, it’s cold out here! Come keep us warm✨ @goldenruletattoo #goldenruletattoo #goldenruletattooroosevelt #goldenruletattoocamelback #aztattooer #phoenix #arizona #chattanooga #tennessee #harrypotter #fantasticbeasts #tattoo #nerdytrad #tattoosbyjakeb (at Chattanooga, Tennessee) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtUlQpEFmX5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=d1od77sdrixw

[claymccay]

Zapped Andy with this wizard tat! Thanks mang. @dragonbearcat . Fun as usual. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo-VTjnHKHd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ns3r693e96c1

[barpurplewrites]

...and the world moves on - Chapter three

@anonymousnerdgirl

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Warnings for chapter three - swearing. mentions of character death.

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Nosty drifted across the road heedless of the cars that drove right through him. This he had got used to fast. He was young as far as being a ghost went, only three years dead. And it had been a right busy three years. All the trouble with the Ministry of Magic in his first couple of months; how was he supposed to bloody know that he had to ‘register���, he’d no even known there was a fucking Ministry of Magic until he croaked. He’d scared the shite out of that pink toad they’d sent to tell him off. From what he’d heard she couldnae hear a Scottish accent these days without piddling herself.

O’course that had caused him more trouble. Nick the Neck had been sent to talk to him after that and he werenae too bad, bit of a stick up his arse, but Nosty guessed that came o’being nearly four hundred years old and havin a name like de Mimsy-Porpington. He’d no really listen to Nick the Neck’s warnings about the trouble he was getting himself into. Hadnae listen to anyone until the Headmistress came along.

Minerva McGonagall was a proper no nonsense lady. She didnae talk shite and wouldnae take any shite from nobody. Had told him straight that the Ministry were ready to take action against him and was unimpressed with his attempts to scare her.  She’d got this wicked wee twinkle in her eyes when he’d pointed out that his tricks had scared that Umbridge woman, then shocked the fuck out of him by offering him a job.

Even more shocking was that he’d agreed, which is why he was following this wee lassie around like some sort of fucking stalker. Thing is he was perfectly placed to follow kids that the Ministry’s Muggleborn Detection Spell identified as witches and wizards, since only magic folk could see ghosts. Plus having never realized that he was a bloody wizard meant that he didnae spook the kids by babbling about Hogwarts right off the bat like that idiot Diggle had.

He’d come to terms with the fact he’d been a wizard all his life, but never found out until after he died. There’d been no Hogwarts letter for him because of the meds the doctors had put him on. His parents had thought they were doing the right thing, what else do you do when you know fuck all about magic and your kid starts babbling about gnomes and animals changing into people? He’d been on his own for so long he didnae blame his ma and da anymore. They had tried, it werenae their fault that the best they could do had sent him bat shite crazy. He’d no gone to visit their graves after he’d died, there wasnae point, they werenae there.

His drifting had brought him to the Leaky Cauldron where Minerva was waiting for him.

“Ah there you are Nosty. Have you spoken to her yet?”

“Nope, not yet, she’s still acting like she cannae see me, but she can I’m certain of it.”

Minerva dug through the scrolls of parchment on the table; “Madam Pince reports the same thing, she is sure that the girl in a witch, but says she closes down in the face of magic.”

Nosty floated around the table, he always thought better when he was moving. A scraggly bearded wizzard in a faded red robe shuddered as his pacing took him right through him.

“I reckon that’s her da’s doing. Think he can see me too, gets right pis.. annoyed when he does.”

A proper lady was the Headmistress and yer didnae swear in front of a proper lady. Good thing he couldnae bite through his tongue anymore ‘cause it would’ve been bloody mess the amount of times he hadtae catch hiself afore he said sumthin’ rude.

Minerva sniffed; “Yes, well thanks to something that St Mungo’s has finally decided to divulge I believe I know the reason behind that reaction.”

He knew that tone, Minerva was royally pissed off at someone. Nosty settled himself cross-legged in the air and waited, it was always fun to hear about some scunner upsetting Minerva, and if they’d gone so far as to insult her they’d end up with a wee visit from him to remind them of their manners.

Minerva sipped her gillywater and sighed; “It turns out that both of Miss French’s parents are Squibs.”

“Thought they were like rare.”

“So, the Ministry would have had us believe. Albus has managed to encourage some families to share records with the Ministry so we have an idea of where these Squibs are now, but it’s going to take a very long time to overcome the idea that a Squib in the family is somehow shameful.

Both Maurice and Colette left their families when they were teenagers. They’d had no further contact with the wizarding world until five years ago when Maurice took Colette to St Mungo’s.”

Nosty had a nasty idea as to when this was going. There’d be no happy ending, of that he was sure.

“Colette was sick. Very sick, but since the illness was not of a magical nature and had not been caused by a witch or wizard St Mungo’s refused to treat her. Maurice caused quite the kerfuffle as security escorted them out, broke a nose, blacked an eye and drew the attention of Muggle policemen.”

“Didnae they,” – Nosty twirled a finger in imitation of a wand, - “memory zap them?”

“The policemen yes, but they couldn’t do that to the Frenches. They had been raised by magical families it would be impossible to safely remove all of those memories. Especially with Colette being as ill as she was.” –  Minerva heaved a sigh, the pain of the past writ large on her features, - “There were arguments for months in the Ministry as to whether or not a Squib such as Colette should receive treatment, by the time they had decided it was too late.”

Nosty rocked backwards, sending his matted braids through the wizard in faded red. The wizard shivered and shunted his chair further away from the careless ghost.

“Maurice is no gonna be happy when you turn up to explain his wee lassie is a full-blown witch.”

Minerva gathered up her scrolls and prepared to leave; “No, I can’t imagine that he will be. Under normal circumstances I would speak with Mr French today, there are only a few weeks until Belle’s eleventh birthday and I do not want to send an owl in there blind if I can possibly help it. As it is Albus is concerned about this weekend.”

Nosty cocked his head to one side but kept stum. He didnae care one way or the other if the Minister for Magic was concerned, but that look on Minerva’s face told him that she was worried, and she only got the wee crease between her brows if it were sumthin’ to do with Voldemort. Ole Snakeface had been gaining momentum lately. Not as fast as he might have liked, thanks to Dumbledore’s open approach his misinformation hadn’t worked as well as he would have wanted.

“Stay out of trouble this weekend, Nosty.”

He waved absently at Minerva’s warning, further irritating the wizard behind him as his hand disappeared into his glass of Fire Whiskey. The wizard heaved a sigh and went to the bar for a fresh glass since the icy touch of Nosty’s ghostly hand had removed all of the heat from the drink.

Nosty barely noticed the Fire Whiskey drinking wizard squawk as he drifted out of the pub through him. It was Halloween tomorrow. It had never meant much to Nosty, always struck him as one o’those thing made up by big companies to sell a ton of tat and sweets. When he was breathing it was just another fucking cold night where yer had ta balance rolling the drunks for their wallets and getting in ta a shelter early. The past few years he’d dropped by Hogwarts and caused a bit o’mischeif with Peeves.

Tonight, the idea that Ole Snakeface was planning something was getting right under his skin. In a round-about sort of way it was Voldemort’s fault that he’d bled out on that cafe floor. The explosion that had delayed the ambulance wasnae a gas leak like the muggle papers reported, it had been the Death Eaters attacking the Ministry of Magic. There was still no explanation as to why they had done it, well none that anyone was telling Nosty. For all that Dumbledore had ushered in a new open approach as Minister of Magic he still played somethings very close to the chest, he’d be a fool not to. As batty as the old man was he was naebody’s fool.

Without meaning to he’d made his way back to the library where Belle was doing her homework. The chances of Snakeface going after a ten-year-old muggleborn were slim to none, but as he watched her wave goodbye to the librarian Nosty decided that the best thing he could do this weekend was keep an eye on her.

Madam Pince smiled as Nosty blinked from sight. It was clear he was following young Belle. As rough and uncouth as Nosty was he had a good soul. Belle was in need of a friend and Nosty could be that for her, if she was willing to let him be.

She glanced around and saw the street was empty. A wave of her wand locked the library door and she apparited to Middlesbrough to check in on the young muggleborn in Father MacAvoy’s care.

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Time to make the donuts!

My books are now open for appointments through the end of July! FINALLY. Go to THIS link to get in. I’ll be reopening books again near the end of July to fill up August and September. If you’ve been waiting, it’s time! Let’s go. Portfolio HERE.

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HALLOWEEN!!!

I LOVE THIS TIME OF YEAR.

  witchery at large!

        Magritte tattoos: a pair

topple the crown

[resonanteye]

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things change fast

Hello from quarantine!

since my partner had a bone marrow transplant, we are in isolation at home.

I’m going to post the last few tattoos I did before the state shut down businesses, then I’ll make a separate post of the art I’ve done while at home.

I miss you, clients. I miss you so much right now. This feels endless. We will get through it

[resonanteye]

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you just found the perfect tattoo idea online.

listen to me.

if you see tattoos and artwork online that you really like and would like to have tattooed on you, that’s totally a good thing. the next step is not to copy that thing exactly, but to find a tattoo artist whose work you like, bring them that thing, and say “I want something like this, and I like this piece because (reason you really like that idea)”

the tattoo artist will tell you they can’t copy it, and will draw you your very own tattoo using your taste and that idea as a starting point. that’s what good tattoo artists do.

it’s OK if you printed it out, traced it, or saved it to your phone for us to look at. don’t panic. it’s OK. just tell us that you found it online and want something like it because (reasons you like it so much). seriously, it’s OK, bring it along and tell us why you like it.

it’s good when you find things you’d love to wear. showing us that stuff helps us figure out what your taste is, what qualities you want in the finished piece. it’s totally fine to want similar ideas to other people’s tattoos. it’s just not OK to try to copy exactly.

find a good tattoo artist, then talk to them. show them things you like. show them that perfect tattoo and tell them why it’s perfect. they can make it fit YOU.

we get into tattooing because we like to draw. part of our job is to figure out how to draw a thing that fits you and nobody else.

the other part of our job is to be able to reproduce a thing exactly. so if you find tattoo flash, (it’ll be labeled “tattoo flash” and have the artist’s name attached) let us know!

because usually you, or we, can buy the rights to do that. cheaply. plenty of artists draw world that are designed to be sold as tattoos. if we know the source, we can often get permission. you can also ask us what we have drawn- most of us have flash, prepared art, ideas and sketches of things we’d like to do.

    keep in mind you don’t HAVE to find exactly what you want. find your tattoo artist first, then show them the things related to the tattoo you want. we can work from stick figures and bad explanations! it’s part of the job.

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first leg of the daystar tour; eugene