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saw some ppl do this tag game where they share their lockscreen, homescreen, pinterest and last played song
thought i'd start a chain of my own :D
wallpapers by the lovely @54prowl
tagging: @shockinglysubmissive @shadowsandshapes @dabislittlemouse @happybird16 @chaotic-on-main (no pressure ofc)
and anyone who sees this and wants to join^^
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Tattoo Artist Eren Jeager
Tw: tattoos, smoking, fuckboy behavior, sex for tattoos, totally self indulgent.
A/N: I had this idea while being tattooed and now here we are. Enjoy :)
Tags: @nymphoheretic @lanarist @renhoeku
• Tatoo artist Eren Jeager who has suicideboys, NBA youngboy, and Post Malone blasting in his booth. Also, listens to heavy metal, hard rock, and some alternative. He likes a mix.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager who has a shit ton of black and gray tattoos on his arms.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager who is always a little too close for comfort when it comes to tattooing his clients. His hand really doesn’t need to be on your thigh or the way he has your arm positioned doesn’t need to brush against his dick, but no one is going to complain. And let’s not forget the subtle warm breath you feel from time to time on your skin coming from him.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager also vapes a lot. His booth always filled with smoke and if you have a problem with it, you can get the fuck out of his chair.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager is actually really good at his work. He does realism tattoos really well, but he also enjoys the older style tattoos also.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager definitely let’s people give him head for a discounted tattoo.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager seems cold as fuck, not much for conversation, but he doesn’t need to. His eyes do all of the talking. If he isn’t fuckin’ you physically, he’s fuckin’ you mentally.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager is popular on social media for how hot he is. People travel to see him all of the time. His books are very full so you better never cancel.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager has a mix of patchwork tattoos and also blackout on one of his arms or legs. He always wears black skinny jeans, black vans, and a black shirt that hugs his muscles tight. Sometimes his shirts have designs on them.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager does judge you for your tattoos. If you get something simple and stereotypical for your first tattoo, he is roasting your ass lmao. “Your zodiac sign? You believe in that astrology bullshit?” Yes, my first tattoo was my Leo sign
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager drives a truck. Don’t ask me why this matters because it don’t. But it’s nice. He also has a cool older car collection.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager eventually owns a shop. Not right away due to not wanting the responsibility, but he does get there.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager has earrings. Maybe eventually small gages, but he definitely has earrings in.
• Tattoo artist Eren Jeager is always worth the money. One way or another, you’ll always be a satisfied customer.
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#tw tattoos#tw fuckboy#tattoo artist eren jeager#eren jeager#eren jeager au#aot eren#eren yaeger imagine#eren jaeger#eren x you#shingeki no kyoujin eren#eren headcanons#eren jeager x reader#eren jeager x y/n#snk headcanons
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Ink Dandelions
Ruggie agrees to what he thinks is just a fun outing with Yuu before everyone comes back from break and vies for their attention, but as he should expect when it comes to them, things end up more complicated than he bargained for.
TW: Tattoos and getting tattoos, mention of past trauma, mention of past violence, mention of scars, mention of nightmares, mention of asphyxiation/snakebites, mention of intentional violence, possessive thoughts.
A/N: MONTHS. THIS TOOK MONTHS TO WRITE. I really really really wanted to write this concept, I really really really wanted Ruggie to have his time to shine, to show it's not just the OB boys and Housewardens who are affected by this Yuu, but COHESIVENESS man gets me everytime :'(
"Where are we going exactly? Because I remember something about donuts, and this is not the way to the donut stall."
"I know, and I will get you those donuts, but after my appointment. This place doesn't allow any food or drink, besides water, for the clients."
"So explain to me why exactly I had to be the one to come with you then? Don't you have your pet cat and that card duo to drag along on your errands? I already gotta play errand boy for Leona, what's in it for me?"
There's a way Yuu will look at people, this intense look in their eye that he's never been able to quite pin down before. They're not looking through you, it's different than the way somebody like Floyd or Riddle might look at you, like you're not even there. And Yuu's stare isn't invasive either, not intentionally at least, no Ruggie is well aware of what that looks and feels like. There are too many guys at NRC that have perfected that calculating, dissecting gaze of looking into you, of being able to find your every flaw with just a heavy look. (He sees it enough on his own Dormleader's face.)
Yuu levels him with their unique, flustering, soul-searching look right there on the street corner. They're quiet as they wait for the signal that it's safe for them to cross, seemingly giving his sarcastic question some serious thought. It makes him squirm, makes his skin itch in an unfamiliar way, makes his ears flick and his tail twitch and it's not unpleasant, particularly, but it's different and he's about to say something taunting and probably rude just to get the Prefect to stop looking at him like that and -
Suddenly they're wrapping their hand around his own, gentle but firm as they finally turn away and tug him across the intersection. He thinks they're just going to ignore his earlier jabs, and that's fine, there was nothing serious behind them in the first place. Leona hasn't come back from break yet, and Ruggie had just returned yesterday, so as long as they held true to their promise of sugary delights, the hyena really didn't have any other plans today.
"I think you're the only one in all of NRC who will actually understand why I have this appointment. And if you decide you want it too, then I'm more than happy to pay for yours." They aren't looking at him, eyeing a nondescript storefront that they are determinedly dragging him towards. But their voice is somber, serious in a way he's really only heard inside the confines of the school infirmary. It makes him reach for his elbow, fingers tracing the scar he tried very hard to hide from his family over the break.
They catch the movement, he knows they do. But instead of commenting, they push inside the shop, letting him go once he's passed the threshold so they can approach the person at the reception desk. And Ruggie is left standing there, thinking to himself that this must be what whiplash feels like, because the stark difference between slipping into a slow spiral of complicated memories and baffled bewilderment is absolutely wild.
This is not where he thought the Ramshackle Prefect would be taking him today.
The tattoo shop is warm and cozy, surprisingly enough. Almost every inch of the waiting area up front is covered in tattoo designs. There's art in every different style known to man. From small, modern, simple designs to some massive traditional pieces he'd see back in the slums of the Sunset Savanah to everything in between from every corner of Twisted Wonderland. Ruggie is pulled back from his admiration for the art by the conversation brewing between the Prefect and the tattoo artist leading them to the back, Yuu waving at him to follow along.
"This is gonna be the last one right? I shouldn't have to see you in here again after we finish up this piece, correct?"
"Wow, okay, I see how it is, already sick of me huh?"
"Nah, of course not, you're one of my favorite customers. Some of my favorite art to walk out that door too. But considering exactly why you've enlisted my services, yeah, I want this to be the last one."
Ruggie feels like he's having an out-of-body experience. Sure, he can still feel the shop around him, too many predator instincts ingrained in his DNA to truly lose all his faculties. But as the artist and Yuu keep talking in that weirdly professionally intimate way, he feels his mouth go dry and his limbs lock up. And as Yuu takes off their overly thick turtleneck, revealing the tank underneath, it feels as if the world slows down to a syrupy crawl, like his head is dipped underwater and the only thing solid and real in this new world of his is the expanse of the Prefect's skin that he's now faced with.
Ruggie was there for Azul's Overblot. True he passed out before the fight had ended, but he dimly remembers seeing the cephalopod's tentacles wrap around Yuu's neck and squeeze. (He wakes up in cold sweats some mornings, trying to gulp down as much oxygen as possible when his nightmares decide to play around with that particularly traumatizing experience.) So there's a part of him that flinches, hard, when he sees the tentacles that are inked into the Prefect's skin. They wrap around their neck the same way the Octavinille's housewarden did, although these ones are more stylized than the real thing, purples and lilacs and oil-slick blacks creating a haunting effect on their skin. The suckers look a little more raised than the rest of the artwork, but otherwise, it's a gorgeous piece of work. Makes him less nauseous to see that than the old, awful bruising that used to decorate Yuu's collarbone.
It's the piece of artwork on their right shoulder that cause a ball of anxiety to develop in Ruggie's chest. Sure, the stark reminder of that day in Octavinille isn't exactly pleasant, and seeing the pottery-crack scar on their left shoulder always fills Ruggie with a complicated concoction of emotions, but he knows about those events, he was there for them. He'd seen the damage firsthand for both, helped them with their bandages for both occasions, shared one of those scars with them. But if they are getting tattoos as reminders of the events that left them scarred so far this year, which Ruggie is inclined to believe is the case as he watches the artist prep the area surrounding Leona's mark, then what happened to them over the winter break?
Slithering up the Prefect's right shoulderblade is the tail of a snake, burnt oranges and blood reds and coopery bronze scales climb the snake in an almost hypnotic pattern. They turn, and he can see that the head of the snake rests on the front of their shoulder, fangs poised over two holes just to the right of where their collarbone meets the shoulder. Its hood is flared, and the cobra's garnet-red eyes seem to follow you, daring people to come close lest its fangs end up embedded in them. It's an incredibly detailed and realistic piece, the snake leaving shadows along Yuu's skin and the fangs actually looking like they've... pierced... skin...
"Did you get bitten by a snake??!!"
"Yes, and?"
"What do you mean 'and?'?? When? Why? How?"
And as the Prefect settles down in the chair, they tell him.
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Ruggie has spent the past hour in silence, processing everything Yuu told him, watching their newest tattoo bloom to life on their skin, trying to force the nausea to leave his system. At first, he thought Yuu's near-death experience was his main cause of discomfort, and don't get him wrong, it did bother him. Incredibly so.
But the longer they sat there under the tattoo gun, the pissier he became.
It's not like this new tattoo was ugly or anything. In fact, it was gorgeous, something that would make him salivate in any other situation. It was done in the traditional Sunset Savanna style, harsh lines and bold swirls, matte black lines creating an intricate design across their left shoulder. He spent the past hour watching the cracked, jagged lines of Leona's scar disappear beneath a complicated geometric pattern. When he realizes they've replaced the mark of a lion with a massive inked lion head, something in him snarls.
"It's a reminder, not a claim."
"... I don't know why you think you need to explain. 'Aint got nothin' to do with me."
"It's a reminder. It's a reminder I choose, something I have control over. There's no magic in existence that can heal the scars left behind from an Overblot, these are scars I'm stuck with for the rest of my life and I had no choice in it. These are my choice. And I chose to swap the scar tissue for a lion so nobody, especially the person who hurt me could forget it."
Well, now Ruggie feels bad. A little. He gets it, probably the only person on campus who can get it, but that doesn't quell the possessive urge inside of him that's furious with the Prefect for doing... something. He's not quite sure what exactly about this whole situation that's got him so upset.
He grabs his elbow, as the artist paints glimmering gold for the lion's facial features, stuck in his own messy, complicated feelings from that messy, complicated day. Leona is one of his closest relationships, a weird mess of a balance between friend and servant, equal and lesser. Their relationship has always been about mutual benefits, symbiotic always, platonic sometimes. And Ruggie can’t even look at his arm because it reminds him that there was a moment, before Leona Overblotted, before you can write it all off as something done under magical insanity, a moment where Leona actively tried to hurt him, actively and intentionally tried to maim him. And Ruggie is still bitter about it, still brings it up occasionally to inflict some of the complicated hurt on Leona that he still feels, but Ruggie is also exhausted and tired and wants to move on.
He looks up and Yuu has him pinned with that pleasantly infuriating look again, like they can read every thought he's currently having and every thought he's ever had and every thought he could have in the future. And it makes him feel so incredibly seen, but right now while he's drowning in such an emotional internal shit show, he wants nothing more than for them to stop looking at him. He's too vulnerable like this, too on the edge, too irrationally mad.
"I think you should get a coverup tattoo."
"I think you're projecting your emotional bullshit."
....
"What would I even get, huh? No way in hell I'm getting a matching tat."
"I think you should get a Dandelion."
....
"I don’t know, I just don’t feel like you should let Leona have such a physical claim over you. Like, turn this thing that he did to you, this mark he gave you, and make it into something that’s yours. Your flower, your mark, your body, you know?"
And it's not a bad idea, not at all, but it does nothing to satisfy the feral thing that's been pacing in his chest, snarling and chomping at the bit during this whole stupid endeavor.
"Besides, we can say we've got matching flower tattoos!"
If anyone ever doubted Ruggie's predatory status, they should've seen the way he fucking locked onto the Prefect's newly revealed thigh. He was so intently taking in the vine of roses circling their left leg, a constricting band of blood red and bone white roses, vivid green leaves and night black thorns, so intent was he that he almost missed how his disquiet had quieted, calmed and placated.
Oh. Oh, that's what was bothering him.
Because he’d been watching the tattoo come to life and a part of him had died a little inside with every stroke of ink but he couldn’t figure out why. But it turns out he’d always thought of the scar as a sorta good thing, a little bit, in the very back of his head. Because Yuu had the same scar, and it tied them together. And when Yuu erased their scar (for very valid reasons he knows this) they erased the connection they shared with him. Erased their connection and replaced it with something connecting them to Leona of all people.
But instead, he can now have this with them, something they both choose to happen to them. In this cozy, tucked-away store on the far side of town, they can have this tie, and Ruggie really, really likes that idea.
#twisted wonderland x reader#Mirrors are Never to be Trusted#rewrite au#twisted wonderland#rewrite yuu#twst yuu#twisted wonderland ruggie x reader#twisted wonderland ruggie bucchi#twst ruggie x reader#twst ruggie#tw tattoos#tw past trauma#tw past violence#you can not look me in the eye and tell me Ruggie is not messed UP over what happened right before Leona's OB#and rewrite Yuu is just so accidentally an enabler to some of these darker urges of the Twst boys#“you're mad about us no longer permanently matching in our visible trauma?”#“how about you get something permanent to match me instead?”#not the healthiest solution#this is the same Yuu that is mad about their scars not being “balanced” so there's that
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People should get more tattoos of their ocs!
If you have any of guys you made please show me 🤲
#he’s almost done! I’m a few weeks I’ll get the last spots filled 🤙#he’s a cutie I’m so glad he’s with me now!#tw tattoos#tw blood?#a little bit! he’s freshly colored 🫶#charlie the clown
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Eddie does end up getting tattoos for them, surprisingly simple but powerful just to them: one each of their handprints. “you held me together,” he says when he explains it to Nancy. “it seemed right.” Hers is the first, one year after that horrible spring break, when it’s still just the two of them in Boston. The dainty outline of her hand wraps around his wrist, the shape of her pulling him up out of the darkness, out of hawkins, out of the muck that threatened to drown them both, etched in bold, implacable lines on his skin. She reaches for him when she needs to, fits her hand to the soft inside of his wrist where she can feel his pulse against the heel of her palm. If sometimes she needs to squeeze tight enough that she leaves a red mark behind, that's alright; it's the same shape of her hand, holding on.
Steve’s left hand takes up a good amount of the remaining unscarred space on his torso. It’s high up and off-center on his stomach, fingertips resting against the hollow beneath his ribs, thumb tucked carefully away from where the edges of his bandages once sat. It takes steve’s breath away the first time he sees it, the spot he used to touch so carefully to soothe Eddie’s flinches, remind him to stay still whenever Steve helped change his bandages after he was finally released from the hospital. There were so few places he could touch Eddie without hurting him, back then—it’s locked into both their minds, now etched into Eddie’s skin, the way it felt when Steve held him in place with one hand, the way his breathing would shudder and hitch and eventually calm into a slow, smooth rise and fall under his palm. “how long does it take to heal?” steve asks when he sees it new, because he wants to touch again so badly that his fingers tingle, wants so much to press his lips to that mark and breathe his own shaky sigh across ink and scars alike. Eddie smiles at him like he knows, like he wants that too, and tells him that it’ll take a few weeks to heal but it needs to be gently washed and covered with a little lotion in that time, and Steve doesn’t have to ask or offer, they both already know he’s going to help take care of it.
Robin’s seems like an odd placement, but the way she smiles and bumps against him with her whole body tells him that she recognizes it immediately: her handprint is stamped across his shin. When he was still in the hospital, some days it felt like the only place on his body that didn’t hurt so bad he could cry, when it seemed like every inch of his upper body was stitched closed and even his hands ached from the cold that wouldn’t leave him or the latest IV he had to have. But Robin was there, gentle grins and little trinkets to cheer him up, and always patting him safely just below the knee. She had her fidgets just like he did, tapping her fingers lightly over the blankets and providing a distraction. Bad news first, he’d said once, but every day she made it a point to bring him some good news, no matter how small, her hand pattering at his leg for his attention before she gave it to him. Now, safe with the hospital and the upside down and hawkins all behind them, the two of them make a habit of flinging their legs across each other whenever they share the couch, kicking and poking to establish who gets the comfier spot—and Robin’s hand ends up resting back on her spot, still tapping out her little fidgets in nonsense patterns that mean home.
#stranger things#fruity four#steddie#platonic edancy#platonic robin and eddie#eddie munson#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#robin buckley#the upsiders au#tw tattoos#tw hospital#i think a lot of eddie's tattoos are 'the meaning is that they look cool' type#so the ones that have big personal meanings are often a lot simpler#eddie's love language is touch and when he reached that point#when he was healed up and needing to take agency over his body again#he wanted reminders to look at#that he has people who touch him with love and without fear#anyway is there a cute name for platonic robin and eddie bc they are my special neurospicy twins
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Vinnie Hacker
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#vinnie hacker#vinnie hacker gifs#vinnie hacker gif#vinnie hacker avatars#vinnie hacker 250x400#250x400#avatars#avatary#avatar#rpg ressources#ressources#usermina#userdevon#dearindies#sparklingdocta#tonkinwrites#rpg avatars#avatars rpg#roleplay#faceclaims#faceclaim#underused fc#skateboarding#gifs#gifset#tw tattoos#tattoos#vinnie hacker icons#icons#vinnie hacker icon
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Eddie just wants to be yours. In every sense of the word. He'd gladly get on his knees and beg for you if that's what you needed. He'd let you put him on a collar and leash and call him puppy if it's what you desired.
His heart and his cock are at your every whim and desire. He's so needy for even a glimpse of your love that he would make himself an even bigger fool if you even whispered the question.
Tattoo your name over his heart? Done, he might have used his grocery money for the week but he doesn't care.
Cut his hair? He'll let you go to the salon with him and pick out the style.
Put his blood in a vial? Tell him how to make sure it doesn't rot and he'll bleed himself dry for you.
Eddie Munson is a love sick bastard who doesn't know when to stop, nor does he care to learn. If he doesn't have you, his heart will stop beating. He's sure of it. You are the only thing he needs in this life and that is a fact.
#bat talk#dark eddie#needy eddie#eddie munson#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson blurb#stranger things x reader#stranger things blurb#stranger things#eddie munson x y/n#stranger things x y/n#stranger things hc#tw blood mention#tw tattoos
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hey. i'm curious again. where do you wanna have piercings and tattoos? state the numbers too. if you already do, rate the pain intensity out of 10. i'm trying to gather courage </3. i'll go first.
#i have 3 ear piercings ( 0/10 ) & wanna have a navel piercing / cupid bow one + i wanna have a sternum tattoo & another one on lower tummy#✩ — memo#tattoo#tattoos#tats#ask game#ask games#tag games#tag game#tumblr games#games tag#piercing#tw tattoos#tw piercings
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They're so beautiful and I am so in love with them and they just turned out perfectly
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i am about to give myself a stick and poke tattoo on my thigh 🤪
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#grian#yhs#yandere high school#tokyo soul#yhs grian#ts grian#tattooed grian#pierced grian#tw smoking#tw tattoos#tw piercings
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Got a color touchup on my Mew Ichigo tattoo as an xmas gift to myself 🍓
I liked the look of the white ink for this tattoo when I originally got it, but it faded too quickly this summer. Time to go a bit more pink 💖
#tw tattoos#looking up references for this touchup was also how I discovered that my leg is right at the top of search results for TMM tattoos#lmao whoops#tokyo mew mew#mew ichigo
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[2:37 am] "oh, god, that looks like shit."
eddies nose is snarled when you look up at him from your place in the floor. his hair is a little wild, curls sticking out every which way, and his over-exaggerated expressions make it hard to take him seriously.
"what is this," he motions toward the smile youre trying to hold back, "this is not a laughing matter."
"not laughing," you managed to croak through stifled laughter, but when you take a second look at the ink smeared along his lower thigh, you cant hold it in anymore.
"seriously, y/n, it looks like a stain."
eddie had asked you for a stick-n-poke tattoo, and who are you to deny him? despite the fact that youd never done one on someone else nevermind one on yourself, you were confident. how hard could it be?
"thats just my style, munson," you shrug, needle in hand, "stains, smudges, smears- all that."
eddie rolls his eyes and jerks his knee to the side in an attempt to mess you up.
youre propped up in the floor, sitting on your heels and steadying yourself on his thigh while he reclines on his couch. even under the gloves youre wearing, you can feel his skin prickle up, chilled, every time you touch him. his dark eyes burn holes in yours every time you look up to gauge his reaction to the needle piercing his surprisingly delicate flesh.
youre sure, at some point, all eddie munson wanted was a tattoo,
but its entirely possible he just likes seeing you on your knees.
#eddie munson#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x gender neutral reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x male reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut#stranger things fic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson stranger things#tw needles#tw tattoos#needles#tw cursing#eddie munson fanfic
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dick tattoo? link please? 👀
LMAO DO YOU REALLY WANT THE LINK? That's wild anon.
Pst, it's really graphic be fair warned
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Mood-/ Stimboards for friends pt2.
this one is 4 my gf @iamaslutformygirlfriend I LOVE U AIKO
#tw tattoos#stim#flash warning#eyestrain#tw cuteness#tw flickering#flashing#gif#visual stim#stimmy#stimblr#stimboard#gay#fem lesbian#lesbian#nonbinary#Spotify
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I SAW YOUR TATTOO POSF SND IM??? OSIDSKFKDKFKG IM MARRIED TO HIM NOW IT'S CANON I SAID SO
ok but hear me out: he's already canvassed enough as is but what about punk Murdoc. faded hair that's totally not dyed with the blood of his hunts, more piercings than you would think humanly possible, his room looks more like a scene boy's den than a room-
and of course, let's not forget the tattoos. the ✨essentials✨ (aka the ones you gave him) stay because they're his most important ones, but I like to think there's other tattoos. maybe the cheesy little tiny heart tattoo on his cheek, maybe another big one on his thigh, who knows?
hot shit. sexiest beeg deviant. just imagine raiding punk Murdoc's room to steal yet another hoodie and coming across a collection of various blades. think about one of em with reader's name engraved on it. kept in a special black silky-looking box all to itself. think thonk. - 🕳️🪶
This loser-ass bitch's tattoos refuse to settle and I've actually changed them several times, but I've nailed something mildly cohesive down. Big, scarred, stinky deviant mf has to walk a balance, it's not easy being inconspicuous if you look like you just stepped out of a tattoo parlor's wall decorations.
I also love the idea of reader/fawn suggesting tattoos for him, gonna incorporate that into my lore.
Fuckin weiner absolutely has a weapon collection, yes. Anything from swords and knives to boar spears and so on. In my personal lore, his grandfather hunted as a hobby and collected weapons, so that's how the loser got his fascination with them.
Another piece of personal lore is a meteorite Damascus blade that reader/fawn purchases for him as a sort of... 'peace offering' in a certain part of Crossroads.
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