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[mpxauralie]

Ink | Aura & Amber

For @mp-amber

“This is so cool!” she gushed, eyes opened wide with amazement as she entered the tattoo parlour, bringing with her a glowing warm light. She had never been in such an establishment before. It wasn’t that she had never had any interest in tattoos (though had a feeling her father would not be too fond of them), but Aura had always been told that they really hurt and, well, she had the pain tolerance of a baby duck. “Amber, did you design all of these?” she asked, pointing at some of the illustrations on the wall, “They’re beautiful.”

With her innocent, doe-like appearance and ladylike dress, Aura stuck out like a sore thumb. She liked Amber though, and was somewhat honoured to be shown the demigod’s artworks. “You’re so talented,” she turned to smile over her shoulder, her naturally radiant presence like golden sunlight.

[mpjihoon-blog]

Ink || Acat&Jihoon

( @jixmp )

Jihoon had grown tired of his skin, disliking the blank space that was begging to be filled. His first tattoo was a small sixteenth note on the inside of his wrist, but it never felt of enough significance. Of course, he still loved the thing, but it just wasn’t enough. What he had been planning to fill that void was the tattoo of his dreams, and he wasn’t going to let just anybody put it on his body permanently.

Because of that, he had found himself at the door of Taste of Ink, the only place he knew he could trust…Although there was only one person there he could trust with his skin, and they weren’t even a person at all. As he walked in, he was mentally praying to whatever God was listening that the tattoo artist would be willing to do it. They were the only one who could give him everything he could ever want in his own personal piece of art.

He looked around hesitantly before his eyes fell on the only person in the room. Jihoon felt like his breath had been ripped from him as he saw what seemed like miles of skin covered in art more beautiful than anything he had seen before. That was a compliment, especially coming from a son of a God of art. It took him a moment to remember what he was doing there, but he looked up at Acat, telling him simply, “I need to talk to you about getting a tattoo. Please.”