#would gladly let axel give me a stick and poke tattoo

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Watching Axel trying to tattoo himself before he had purchased his more professional tools, him holding a needle that you (correctly) guessed had not been properly sterilised while a dark pot of ink sits at his feet, threatening to spill over onto the carpet at any second while Axel stretches out his legs to attempt a skull tattoo on his upper thigh. His phone is precariously propped up against the wall, displaying his chosen outline of a skull as he squints at the screen, trying to carefully trace the outline onto his his thigh before committing to the design. When he finishes his sketch you can hear him cursing under his breath as he presses the tip of the needle against his skin, wiping away the excess ink with an old sock after each small line. There’s numerous occasions where he throws down the needle and tries to scrub at his stained skin after going outside of the lines of the sketch he’d traced out in biro, but eventually he stands up, a proud grin on his face as he gestures toward the questionable looking tattoo dotted along his upper thigh, his skin raised and red as he parades up and down his bedroom. During one stride toward his mirror to get a closer look, his foot catches the pot of ink and before you know it, there’s a large pool of black gooey liquid forming on his carpet.

“Ah shit babe, I was just about to give you a matching one.”