#wizard tattoos

[asktheboywholived]

(( OOC: @jjeraii on IG made up this freakin’ amazing animation and now I want wizard tattoos. )) 

[shadowsingerx]

Sirius Black Headcanons - School Years

• Sirius never actually meant to be in Gryffindor, it wasn’t until he met a messy hair boy with horn rimmed glasses that he saw a better way

• He met James by accident - he’d happened to pick the right carriage at the right moment just in time for Severus and Lily to walk by

• Sirius for the first few months living at Hogwarts had a strong Indian accent, his parents mostly spoke Gujarati around the house, only ever speaking English when they were in public

• James was the sole reason Sirius wanted to be in Gryffindor, he found a soulmate in the form of a best friend when they fought against Severus on the train

• Peter and Remus slowly joined the group as days went by, being grouped together in a dorm room felt like destiny. Peter naturally squeaked his way into the group but it was Sirius who got Remus to warm up to them

• Sirius has bad insomnia and spent the first year at Hogwarts barely sleeping

• Sirius got his first detention for hexing Slytherin for making fun of Peter, it wasnt the only time he’d gotten in trouble to sticking up for his friends

• It was Remus who noticed the fading bruises and scars left on Sirius after their first winter break, he tried to get Sirius to talk about it but he just brushed him off, it wasn’t until their fifth year when Sirius returned with a limp he couldn’t hide and a black eye that Remus had him tell them everything

• Sirius was beaten and locked away for a week after his parent discovered that he wasn’t in Slytherin

• Sirius was almost expelled for getting into a duel with Regulus - he refused to harm his brother and took the brunt of the attacks

• Sirius was naturally considered a flirt, but he hardly ever dated, he’d gone on a few dated with Marlene but his heart had always belonged to Remus

• He grew his hair out long after his second year, refusing to apply to his mother ideals and customs for him any longer, by the time he was in his 7th, his hair had grow past his shoulders

• It was Sirius who discovered that Remus was a werewolf, it wasn’t hard after their lesson about magical beasts, especially when Remus was practically dying from it by the end of their first year

• Sirius spent the summer of his first year learning everything and anything he could about werewolves

• Sirius got his first tattoo in his fourth year, on his ribcage is a moon and as the days pass, the tattoo changes, eventually turning into a full moon. He got this tattoo to help him keep a count during the holidays when he’s stuck with his family

[fourthingsandawizard]

Wearing Your Emotions On Your (Tattoo) Sleeve: A Galaxies and Greenhouses Oneshot

Because I’m not quite ready to let go of my Phan Hogwarts AU yet... I’ve started writing oneshots within the same universe!

To read my Hogwarts AU, Galaxies and Greenhouses, from the very beginning, you can click here!

To read the first oneshot set in the same AU, Wearing Your Emotions On Your (Tattoo) Sleeve, you can click here!

Here’s a quick sneak peek of what you’ll find in the new oneshot:

“Phil, I’ve changed my mind, I don’t think I want to do this anymore.”

Dan attempted to dig in his heels, but the older man’s grip on his wrist was too strong as he guided them through the crowded path of Diagon Alley, full of families shopping on a cloudless Saturday afternoon.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Phil called over his shoulder as he kept up his unrelenting pace, nearly running into a signpost as he looked back until Dan tugged on his arm and steered him away from danger at the last second. “We both agreed to do a forfeit if we didn’t get the new PINOF video posted on time, so you’re not backing out now.”

“But just because we agreed to a forfeit doesn’t mean we had to let our viewers choose what we have to do!” Dan whined as they narrowly avoided a wizard levitating a towering stack of parcels in front of him. “Or did you forget that tattoos are permanent?”

[arthurlovesmolly]

1978: Permanence

“I think I’m getting a tattoo”

“Hello Alice, how are you today? I’m fine, thank you Arthur, why did you so rudely barge into my office without knocking? I’m sorry, would you like a cuppa to make up for it? Yes, actually, that would be lovely, thank you.”

Alice Fortescue shoots her friend a death glare as Arthur Weasley sighs and summons a coffee pot and mug, pouring his friend a coffee with a flick of his wand and sending it to her with another. She groans as the liquid hit her lips, draining the cup in one go.

“Rough night?” He asks sheepishly, leaning on the door of her cubicle.  He is met with a heavy sigh as she looks back down at the mounds of paperwork on her desk.

“Four raids, look forward to paperwork about finger biting rings they are loads of-tattoo?

She looks up at him as a stack of paper falls over.

“What the bloody hell you going to get a tattoo for?” He fixes the papers with his wand and shrugs. “Well, you know they’re cool.” “Yeah so are the Rolling Fucking Stones, you going to leave Molly and join them?” “I want to get a watch.” “I thought you wanted a tattoo?” “No Al.” He laughs and refills her coffee. “I want to get a watch tattoo.” “Wouldn’t it be simpler to oh, I don’t know, buy a watch?” “I have a watch. I got it when I was seventeen, from my dad. See?” It’s a little tarnished and quite obviously has not been taken off since that birthday, due to the fact that it was next to imbedded in his left wrist. “This one is to tell time and this one….” He holds up his right wrist. “This one will show me where my family is at all times, see?” He’s excited again, he knocks the stack of papers back onto the floor as he maneuvers his lanky body around her desk.  He pulls out a slightly crumpled sketch and presents it to her. It’s a simply drawn clock with seven hands. Each tip of each hand was a decently drawn portrait of each member of the Weasley family, instead of time, the clock face was surrounded with locations including: “Home, Work, School, Hospital, Shopping, Traveling and….” “Mortal Peril?” “What?” “Bit dark innit?” “The times warrant it.” “Aye.” Alice says weakly, her heart dropping at the thought of ever seeing her godson’s or any member of the ginger family’s hand ever pointing straight up. “What do you think?” “It’s bloody brilliant.” “Molly hates it.” “I’m sure she does. You won’t be little lovey Artie with a big boy tattoo.” “Can it, Allyson.” She cackles, finally fixing her desk, and stands. “Come on, I can’t handle this right now anyway and there’s this place not too far into Knockturn where I got mine.” “You ever going to tell me what it is?” “Maybe.” “So no.” “Definitely never. Although this is earning you points.” He grins and follows after her small form.

**** “Al?” “Hmm?”

She looks up from the display of stripper tattoos in the process of removing their minimal clothes. Arthur is strapped into the tattoo chair. They’re alone as their artist, a lovely man with four lovely neck tattoos by the name of Obsidian is in the back getting the right kind of magical ink that would make the watch add hands as the Weasley family grew. The place, Obsidian and Co. Ink, was rather murky and Arthur had been 94% sure that Alice had taken them to the wrong shop when the after mentioned Obsidian greeted her with a bear hug and a rather lengthy discussion about the health of her cat.

“If I ask you something, will you promise not to laugh?” “Yes, it does hurt.” “I am aware of that, thank you.”

She grins, his leg is jittery and he’s looking around the room like someone is going to burst out of the walls and call him out at knifepoint. He sighs.

“Will you hold my hand?”

He looks and sounds so much like Charlie that she does laugh, but she manages to turn it into quite a convincing cough.

“Of course. Ya baby.” “I…” He says, gripping her hand hard enough to break blood vessels “am a god damn adult, thank you. Oh bloody hell.”

Obsidian returns with the needles and ink. He’s drawn rather astounding portraits of the Weasleys based on Arthur’s drawings and the collection of photographs he had brought. The clock face is ornate, beautiful actually, an homage to the one on Arthur’s left while still obviously being a tattoo. Arthur would feel bad for doubting either Obsidian or Alice had the former not been holding a giant needle. Obsidian tapped the needle once with his wand and it flew directly over Arthur’s wrist, hovering an inch above his skin. Obsidian begins tracing the piece of paper in front of him with his wand, and instantly, the needle begins its work. Arthur let out a yelp as it starts, nearly breaking Alice’s fingers, but as the process goes on, he finds himself on the verge of relaxation. It certainly helps that Obsidian has an extensive knowledge of Muggle tattoo processes, his grandfather had been one of the first Muggle tattooers in London. Between the conversation and Alice calling him a pansy every time he grasped her hand, the two hour process flew by.

After paying with a generous tip and leaving the shop, Arthur cannot stop staring at his own wrist. The Molly portrait, just as pregnant as its living counterpart, glares at him from her frame. He hopes that once Molly saw the purpose and the practicality of what he had actually gotten (he might have lied and told her he was getting Mollywobbles on his shoulders, this made whatever he did end up getting seem so much better) that she’d at least come around to the idea. Obsidian had given him some potion to put on it for the next week to make sure nothing smudged and shown him the spells to properly hide it for work if necessary.

“What’d you think, Al?”

She takes his wrist in her hands, and as she does, a bumblebee flies out from underneath her shirt. Arthur is about to swat it when he realizes.

“That’s your tattoo?” She grins. “Nope. It’s a fake one.” “Ah, naturally. It’s very pretty. And perfect for you.” “This is just…Arthur it looks great.” She smiles at the Charlie portrait making faces out of his clock hand frame. “Incredibly accurate.

They continue out of Knockturn Alley, hurrying due the darkening sky.

“So, now that you’re dangerous and tattooed to bit, fancy a bar fight?” He laughs as she tilts her head towards the Leaky Cauldron. “Nah, I’ve got places to be, ya wanker.” “Well fuck you too, ya pansy.”

They grin at each other before he spins on the spot. The warm lighting and the smell of whatever was for dinner confirmed where he was before he needed to check, but as three red-haired children rush towards him and grab onto his legs, he raises his right wrist to check the time.

Home.

[littlrat]

If I was a wizard I would get a tattoo of a compass on my arm that could actually tell the direction

[plies-and-purple-blog-blog]

I wonder if wizard tattoos work like their pictures and paintings do…like moving and stuff…like the dark mark…was that tattooed on or was it just a spell or are they born with it or what?

[bolihunter15]

Do wizard tattoos move?