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[unladylikc]

[ I just have to say that your muse is SO GOOD?? She's honestly amazing and so much fun to interact with and to see on my dash! You do a fantastic job with her keep it up! ]

( ahhhHHH, catch me over here crying with happiness, because seeing this honestly made me so moved beyond words. like, thank you very much for saying all that, cause for these last couple of weeks, i couldn’t help feeling so invisible and insecure on the dash, with how silent tumblr has been.

still, knowing that at least someone notices and appreciates what i do on this blog has me overjoyed, especially since it’s from you, a mutual i absolutely adore interacting with. like, i also believe your ocs are top notch, meaning your praise means a lot to me! hopefully, i can continue to live up to your expectations and keep having my megane daughter entertain you for as long as i’m here. )

[renjingujifortheladies]

“I want an Alice in wonderland high on acid sneaky tattoo on the top of my feet going around my ankle. “ Megumi decided to get a new tattoo celebrating the milestone they passed on becoming a renowned makeup artist in the higher middle class range. also celebrating the new store opening without any dept attached to it. the mood is extremely cheerful and the artist is followed by them on instagram and its them or no one that inks their leg. the vibrant colors and the detailed pretty pictures are a 100% sure to stay creations. Megumi wanted to give the artist freedom of what he would make for them and since they already had a large rose tattooed to their lover belly sneaking into the lap Megumi wasnt scared of laying there not to mention their high pain tolerance.  

Megumi did make an appointment for consultation and already had a few piercings which left beauty marks on them which they loved a lot and still kept the nose piercing so while they came in for the meeting Megumi browsed the piercings but couldnt decide on anything PRETTY enough to actually buy. 

“if you want you can take measurements and see whatever you come up with it. I need it to be done in less than a month its for the opening of my salon.” Megumi knew they were chattering and oversharing but it was all so exciting. 

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[inaibaa]

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--- Nao had flirted with the idea of a tattoo before, but they know, realistically, that they won’t be able to get one in any visible place, because of their job. Of course that does not ban them from getting one, but as much as they like the idea of putting decoration on their skin, they wouldn’t even know where to begin to search for something they would not get sick of after a few years. They do like the stuff in the window though... Trippy, some of it. But no, if anything, they are closer to hopping into the shop to get a hole punched into their body somewhere. They did that in these places too, didn’t they?

   The focus of their eyes shifts, and the art in the window they had been looking at moves to the background to make place for their own reflection. They push the sleeves of their jumper up to their elbows. It would look nice, though, right? To have something distinct on their forearm or something.. Though in the reflection in the window their freckles are not as prominent as they are when they shift their gaze down to his skin. Any tattoo they’d get would be speckled.. It’d look weird. Besides, what was the use in daydreaming about something like that when you didn’t even have a design anyway?

   They let their gaze go over the display of art again, and over the name that brandishes the shop. ‘Dreamcatcher Tattoos’. A little cheesy, they thought, but they supposed it was a good name for business or something.. considering the many people that wanted those dreamcatcher tattoos.. Yeah, that was probably it.

   In any case.. They were not about to get a tattoo, and they’d already spent way too long standing here, using his well-earned free time to loiter about. Boring, really.. They’d thought they needed a day of nothing, but they’d quickly felt cooped up in their apartment. Turns out, ‘nothing’ wasn’t really their speed. 

   They’d lost focus again, and this time, they get pulled out of their reverie by movement behind the window. Suddenly, they are aware of eyes on them. Rather piercing eyes, too. In the shop sits a man, possibly wondering what the hell this person outside is doing outside his shop this long. Nao figures they should get going. ---- But.. They don’t move. They’re always looking for something new to try... It might as well be this, right? They could at least inquire.

   So, they end up pushing open the door, pushing their fingers through their hair as they offer the other a somewhat hesitant smile. “Hi..” They hadn’t exactly thought out a proper script before coming in here... “I liked the stuff out front, surrealism, right? Did you draw that..?”

[esotericbonds]

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Dimitri hadn’t been to a tattoo convention in a few years. It wasn’t that he was uninterested in other tattoo artists’ works nor was he arrogant enough to think that just because he had centuries over the humans that his talent was above theirs. The crowds of the convention made him feel trapped, as large crowds tended to do. He often became paranoid, wondering if there was an enemy hiding within the convention. From past experience, the effort wasn’t worth it. While he enjoyed having his work critiqued by his peers, ridicule for his Irezumi tattoos annoyed him. Dimitri wanted his tattoos to speak for themselves as pieces of art, but not all his comrades saw tattooing as he did. 

Despite all his reservations, the black haired man had obtained a booth. This was a convention he had never been to before, and it was smaller than the packed conventions he had attended before. He arrived early to set up, wearing his black jeans with a loose black shirt and boots. He placed his portfolio on the table for people to browse through, but also had a few pictures hung on the wall. It was difficult picking the tattoos he wanted displayed. While he specialized in black and white, he also enjoyed color and other styles. In the end he decided to pick a variety, none of them being Irezumi, with a watercolor black and white flower, a colored phenix back piece, a grim reaper, and a geometric wolf. He had just finished hanging the wolf, when he noticed someone at the booth next to his. Determined to make this convention a success, he walks the short distance to the neighboring booth. His black and red eyes turn towards the newcomer, as he outstretches his hand in greeting, “Looks like we’re booth neighbors. My names Dimitri Crosszeria. Nice to meet you.”

[handfulxfhearts]

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      The song he had just finished playing was an emotional one; one that always pulled upon his heart strings a little more tightly than he would have liked. While he took a generous swig of his beer and cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, laughing awkwardly into the mic, the audience seemed to appreciate the emotion and were clapping and cheering.

      ❝ Well, I’m glad you guys appreciated that ❞ he grinned. ❝ But that’s it for this week... if anyone needs me, I’ll be at the bar! ❞

[kuroneko-kareshi]

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How the hell did I even get dragged here??  It had been a solid five minutes of grumbling since he had been forced to this hell hole of a party. Oh sure everyone else was laughing and drinking and getting all chummy. Sure it looked like it was lots of fun, but for Shingo  this so called “fun”  was like tossing water on a cat. This is the last place I want to be, so why should I stay? Picking up his drink from the table he slipped away quietly and headed for the door. 

His footsteps were soft against the floor, barely making a sound in the crowded restaurant. Shingo turned his head just once to check if anyone had noticed his disappearance- but in that second of disconnection he walked straight into the other - BUMP-  The drink in his hands went up in the air, before splashing back onto his shirt and trickling down his pants. Perfect. “ Hey! Watch it! ” With a twang twang twang the now empty bear can fell to the floor. So much for getting away with any complications. 

[tenyxshx-a]

"I usually get a fuck-ton of chocolate on Valentine's." Girls were weird. Did Rem really look like the type of guy who would want chocolate? "But I don't like sweets so I'm just letting you know I'll be passing it all onto you."

➸ @vsheart | ➸ Valentine 2019 ♥

“I get your hand-me-down valentine gifts? Woo for me!” dripping with sarcasm, Doflamingo returned his attention back to his sheets of music. Now, getting chocolate from Rem on valentine??? That would’ve made his entire fucking year. He adored and admired the guy beyond reason. Why? He honestly couldn’t tell. Maybe he just missed his home. No matter how awful his family was, they had cared about him. He missed that. Too many taking advantage of him.

Lately he had started to realise that perhaps Rem was also doing so in a kind of way. Sure the guy did his job and all but he often crossed lines and while Doflamingo wasn’t going to berate him (mainly because he always seemed to lose their discussions), it was weird. Rem had been hired as his bodyguard, not as his life coach or something. And here he was again, doing something so awful?

“It’s not nice to toss away valentine gifts like that,” was all the blond eventually huffed at Rem. Sure, it was a commercialized thing and half of the people didn’t mean what they said but in Rem’s case, Doflamingo could easily imagine that the persons who had given it to Rem were actually trying to court him and get his attention. It was so mean, to toss them away like that?

Doflamingo did want the sweets, but it’d taste bad, so he eventually decided to just go buy an entire chocolate shop’s worth in chocolate or something. Sure Rem would scold him but right now, he was the one who needed a scolding or ten.

[shrapnelsong]

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     There was... something about him that struck her as familiar. He had the build of an active athlete, which she saw on a daily basis, but it was more than that. Maybe the way he carried himself? Alice couldn’t be sure. Until the moment he turned around and she saw the stunning blue-green of his eyes. There was no mistaking those. And it had her walking up to him.

“Mister Blitz?” She called out, her mind idly conjuring up the details of his case - from what... six, seven years ago? - with surprising ease. “It really is you, isn’t it?” A smile took over her lips, glad to see he’d indeed made a full recovery. “I don’t know if you remember me. My name is Alice, I worked at the hospital you stayed at in Berlin.”