Heyyooo, if you’re still open to requests and ideas mayhaps a headcanon about the M6 with an mc with lots of tattoos and piercings? (Including some of the more hardcore ones such as plugs and or nasallangs)
Yes 🙌 I’m always open to requests even if it takes me a minute to do them. If you want em, I’ll write em. 🥹
Asra loves when people explore themselves and create someone that is unique, rather than copy and paste from obligation and expectation.
“Well, there’s definitely no one like you, and you should be proud.”
It takes an incredible amount of confidence and courage to alter your appearance to such extremes, and there is a definite smugness on Asra’s features when walking next to you.
Perhaps, there is also a bit of envy in the magician's eye as well. No amount of admiration could get Asra to do such a thing.
“I’m too flippant,” Asra sighs. “One day I’d love it, then hate it the next. I can never make up my mind about myself. Everyday I want to be different. ”
Asra supposes that the both of you are simply two types of ‘different’. One who challenges it and one toys with it.
“Yet two halves make a whole.” Asra smiles.
You have manipulated anatomy. The doctor is impressed.
“Goodness me, how did they get that in there?”
Everyday, it seems Julian’s interest is piqued by a different part of you. He doesn’t think he’d ever get anything himself, but he will absolutely attend the sessions when you get them.
“I need to see this sorcery with my own eyes.”
He deeply embraces the community, and it makes him feel more comfortable about the mark on his own hand. To hear the stories - good and bad - of why people chose their markings makes him reconsider the story behind his.
“I typically read it in the literal translation: criminal; but perhaps there’s a more pragmatic explanation.”
He holds his hand up to his eyes, gazing at it thoughtfully.
“I suppose it is a sort of timepiece… it was the start of my transformation from one man to the next.”
Her family is eccentric, but never this eccentric.
At first, she didn't know what to make of it. As royalty, her appearance has been regulated more than one realizes (even with her family’s eccentricity). Your tattoos and piercings made her uncomfortable, but not because she disliked it. Rather, it forced her to reevaluate her own beauty standards.
“Everyone believes themselves to be accepting until faced with difference. Then that ugly little worm begins its path in our minds and hearts, and we realize we’ve been picking people apart, like vultures eating flesh off bone.”
She’s grateful for the challenge you unknowingly offered. Now, she can truly say she’s accepting of most things in this world.
To celebrate the revelation, she got a tattoo herself. An intricate Prakran design, inspired by the celestial, running down the base of her spine.
She loves it, but did forget to tell her parents and siblings.
There was a bit of a shock and stir during your last visit with the family….
There were other nomadic tribes throughout the Kokhuri’s region. Some practiced body modification, so it’s a familiar sight to Muriel.
He’s mostly curious about your reason for getting them. The body modification he’s used to often had a cultural or social index attached to them.
“Is there a history to them? Did you choose it yourself? Why here? What’s this piece here?”
Congratulations, give yourself a pat on the back: this is the most Murial has spoken in his life. If Asra witnessed it, jaws would be on the floor.
Even if there’s no rhyme or reason to your modifications, Muriel doesn’t find them any less meaningful.
“You created the meaning yourself. It’s like you wrote your own culture, your own history.”
He’s excited to see how you’ll write the future you share together.
Portia is actually very artistic. She’s not a master at any one craft because she loves too many to focus her attention on a single one. Instead, she dabbles in whatever fits her whimsy at the moment.
“You’re a walking, breathing canvas,” she marvels.
Lazy days are spent tracing the patterns across your skin, or crafting jewelry for your more unique piercings. She does have a tendency to color in your tattoos with paints.
“I promise it’ll wash off!”
She loves to go with you when you get tattoos and watch the artists draw on you. She does her best not to be a bother, but her face burns red from clenching the questions between her teeth.
Although she does muster up the courage to get a few ear piercings, attending your piercing sessions is an issue.
“I’ll wait outside.” She smiles weakly.
Despite being able to watch tattooing, the piercing needles are a bit of a no no for her.
“The itty bitty ones are okay, but once they get thick enough to carve a hole out - ”
“Does this fit in there?”
“Lucio, I’m not a Christmas tree!”
Unfortunately, the impish inner child gets the better of him, and he often tries to hang things from your piercings. Somehow, it’s not ill-intended. Lucio is just like a little kid with a new toy.
“But I don’t think I could ever do that,” he mulls.
Needles are big, bold no.
“Why do you think Jules used so many leeches? I wouldn’t let him near me with a needle! Forced him to get creative…”
The tattoos are okay though.
“Lucio, you realize they’re needles, too.”
“Shh, shh, shh,” he hushes you. “They’re small enough for me to forget.”
And the tattoo is cool enough for him to suffer through it. Lucio would absolutely get a sleeve on his left arm.
“Look, sweets! Now people can get jealous of both my arms.”
