tattoosies

Overwatch!! Finally Hanzo Shimada is in jail for making us draw his tattoos

I have 20 things I could draw, and I draw shitlord prison Hanzo again. I see how it is!!

This is a present for my good friend @avoresmith, who is writing fanfic for the first time in ages!! This is what Overwatch does to people

Juju’s Master of Lists

Here is where you will find all of my Shawn Mendes writings and edits! I know they aren’t that many, but I’m working on that! 

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Italics and crossed out means it’s coming soon! (shawn soon ;) hehehe)

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anonymous asked:

Imagine: Jungkook when the band is finally taking a long break and he starts doing all kind of wild shit. He gets a tattoo. He gets a new haircut idk maybe shaving part of his hair. He starts buying a bunch of new clothes on different styles. And he just is doing all kinds of stuff he didn't do as a teenager.

didn’t get a haircut and didn’t get new clothes (prob just borrowed Yoongi’s jacket) but he got a (several) tattoos

I thought “hell yeah” when I first read that but I realized I don’t know what to do so just.. yeah.

i also run away from tattoo designs like the plague bc how tf do u do them

anonymous asked:

Hello! I absolutely love your blog 💜 I was thinking about MC having lots of tattoos and their SO seeing them for the first time (since MC always wears long sleeve sweaters and stuff) please??

Ooooooh I love tattoos
I don’t think you asked for Unknown but I have a cute idea for him so imma do it!
~Mod L

Yoosung
♡ Honestly he’s intimidated
♡ Like don’t get him wrong they look amazing
♡ But he knows they must’ve hurt and that already implies you’re probably stronger than him
♡ He takes his time to look them all over, and accidentally turns into a “What does this mean? Does this one mean anything? Why did you get this one?” Kinda person
♡ He’ll eventually slow down on the questions but is constantly fascinated by them
♡ He’s too nervous to get any himself but his favorite thing when you two are cuddling is to trace them with his eyes all around you
♡ He just really loves them 

Zen
♡ He finds you about 100x cooler after seeing them
♡ It’s so badass!
♡ Most of the people he used to hang with had tattoos, but as he was proudest of his flawless skin he never wanted any
♡ That kinda changed when he saw yours
♡ "MC!! Let’s get matching tattoos!!“
♡ "Zen-”
♡ "Lets go right now!“ 
♡ "Zen nO-”
♡ You did your best to talk him out of it but when you saw it wasn’t working you told Jaehee
♡ And when Jaehee found out oh boy
♡ Lets just say you and Jaehee make a really powerful team
♡ He eventually drops the idea for good but still loves everything on you

Jaehee
♡ She never seriously considered getting a tattoo
♡ She had zero money to waste growing up and now that she does she knows Jumin would be furious
♡ Not that she ever really wanted one
♡ So when she saw your tattoos despite being fairly moderate designs she saw it as bold
♡ And she kinda likes bold
♡ She loved listening to you explain your tattoos, from the one you got for your late mother to the one you got while drunk
♡ She never admitted this but before she saw you she was one of those who thought tattoos as “unprofessional”
♡ But all of your tattoos were not only gorgeous, but quite classy
♡ She surprised herself with how open she was to the thought of tattoos after that

Jumin
♡ He never necessarily disliked your tattoos
♡ But initially he didn’t love them
♡ He had never understood the appeal of them, knowing that they were forever and seeing it from an employers point of view
♡ But one day he caught himself staring at one on your torso, even lightly tracing over it without fully realizing it
♡ You explained to him that your brother designed it, and your aunt was the artist who inked it on
♡ That made him curious enough to ask about the others
♡ The more he heard you talk, regardless of whether or not the story was serious or silly he saw them all differently
♡ It took some time, but he eventually truly loved your tattoos and couldn’t imagine you without them
♡ And he always swore if you wanted another he would pay for only the best artist in Korea
♡ Rumor has it a few months later a qualified man applied for an C&R management position, and almost didn’t get the job from a tattoo across his neck, & Jumin was the one who demanded his hiring 

Seven
♡ He saw parts of your tattoos in photos before, but you were rather modest about them and never took a full picture flaunting them off
♡ So he was excited to see them once you were finally together
♡ No matter what you showed he was overly excited about it
♡ He loved all of them
♡ Sometimes when you were sleeping he’d take pens and doodle on additions to them
♡ " You know MC, I have a tattoo too!“
♡ "What? No way…. What is it? Where is it?”
♡ "Its of a cross! And it’s on my bu-“
♡ "NevER MIND”
 ♡ "Lemme show you!“
♡ It was very poorly drawn with a permanent marker

Saeran
♡ Before meeting you, he admired your tattoos during a background check
♡ He had gotten his out of loyalty, not necessarily because he wanted it
♡ So after Mint Eye he became more jealous of what you had since you seemed to love them all
♡ But one night you confessed there was one on your arm you didn’t like at all
♡ While you had a good idea for it, the tattoo artist was fairly new and didn’t fully understand what you wanted
♡ That’s when he told you he hated his Mint Eye tattoo
♡ That weekend with some help from Seven you found a shop that specializes in tattoo cover ups
♡ You planned an appointment and you both spent the entire time up to it making a design together
♡ Saeran’s ended up as a night sky, with yours being a bright, sunny day
♡ That was one of the most meaningful things someone has done for him, and it helped himself not only love you but love himself a bit more

Calming Dodie lyrics

Hey so I originally had this idea for myself bc sometimes when I need to calm down I’ll listen to Dodie and the visual imagery and reassurance in her lyrics really helps with stress and worry. But I decided that if anyone else would like this it might be nice?? idk this is kinda silly haha but oh well here goes:

  • Silence was comfy, without having to try. We swapped our smiles, gifted advice - I Knew You Once 
  • And she smells like lemongrass and sleep, she tastes like apple juice and peach … And she means everything to me - She
  • Just goes to show I’m better off without you, one for the road well maybe how about you leave me alone - One For the Road
  • God knows where I would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark - Sick of Losing Soulmates (honestly this whole song I love)
  • You create a rarity of my genuine smiles - Intertwined (I love this whole song as well)
  • Will you share your soul with me? Unzip your skin and let me have a see. - Human 
  • Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? - Would You Be So Kind
  • Everyone falls for the sunshine disguise, distracted by who they’re thinking of … I’m sick of faking diary entries, got to get it in my head; I’ll never be sixteen again … Am I the only one wishing life away? Never caught up in the moment busy begging the past to stay - When (I LOVE THIS SONG)
  • This isn’t the end, I’m your lifelong friend, sure it’s been a while but I’ll be here when you smile :) - Dear Happy
  • I’ve got a secret for the mad in a little bit of time it won’t hurt so bad…and there will be a day when you can say you’re okay and mean it,
    I promise you it’ll all make sense again - Secret For the Mad (I can’t describe how much this has helped me ahh)
  • We’re not bruised, they’re just party tattoos, and that colourful mess Is just colourful regret - Party Tattoos

I probably missed a bunch and feel free to switch this up and edit it to the lyrics and songs you want!! These are just some of my favorites <3

I have found something amazing

so we all know that chenille has a tattoo on her ankle

Well i found some other tattoo

But its on satin

So they both have tattoos

i don’t know if somebody found this, But i just wanted to show it off

TEENY TATTOOS

i have to be honest, you can hardly see these ingame but they look pretty cute in cas. therefore this really isn’t something i’m too proud of but i feel like i left you guys for wayyy too long - i’m taking exams rn :( anyways, i hope you enjoy, i’ll come back after exams with better quality stuff

  • teeny tiny wrist tattoos!
  • comes in 4 swatches (3 are shown in the graphic)
  • please don’t claim as your own :’)

download

Two Ghosts (with pictures)?

Same lips red, same eyes blue
Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

I REALLY NEED TO EXPLAIN THIS? (insert a photo of louis)

But it’s not you and it’s not me (IT’S FUCKING MANGAMENT)

Tastes so sweet, looks so real
Sounds like something that I used to feel
But I can’t touch what I see


We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

The fridge light washes this room white
Moon dances over your good side
This was all we used to need

Originally posted by purplestrobelite

Tongue-tied like we’ve never known
Telling those stories we already told
‘Cause we don’t say what we really mean

Originally posted by jostylinsonsays

Originally posted by givelovechooselove

We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be
We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Originally posted by larryismyhomex


We’re not who we used to be

We’re not who we used to be

Originally posted by larryismyhomex

We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie


We’re not who we used to be
We’re not who we used to be

Originally posted by whythefuckyoulyinlarry


We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Originally posted by 1dlarryluv


We’re not who we used to be
We don’t see what we used to see

Originally posted by real-larrystylinson

We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Originally posted by cercetaghost

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat
I’m just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Originally posted by 50stylesofharrold

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 Day 2/30: Favourite Tattoos

I know three of four boys have an amazing number of tattoos on their bodies, but I have only three favourites and these are the smalest ones.

I dream too much: I love this tat, because people said this to me for the half of my life. ‘Your head is on the clouds..’ or ‘ You dream too much…’ It feels like I have something in common with Bill and that makes me just incredible happy.

Anchor and wheel: The ocean had always a special power on me. I love swimming, diving and being around the water. It gives me an incredible sense of freedom. Nothing feels more like home for me than the warm salty breeze on the beach and nowhere else I can feel this alive. Sometimes in summer my family and I lent us a huge boat so we could spend a day or two out in the blue. I can understand the feeling it gives to Tom.

T A T T O O S (Happy Imagine)

This isn’t a request. I’ve been listening to August Alsina’s Testimony album on repeat the last few days and haven’t been able to get this particular story out of my head. I finally decided to sit down and type it out. The song inspiration for this short screamed Happy at me the very first time I listened to it. I’m still working on the requests but this one took precedence for some unforeseen reason. Hope y’all enjoy it! 

NOTE: There is no ‘Reader’ in this story. It’s purely Happy’s POV. 

Originally posted by sandm1827

WARNINGS: Explicit content (minor smut)

Playlist: Kissin’ On My Tattoos - August Alsina

~(xXx)~
Baby I don’t blame you
For being in the clubs
Getting all that love
Because you’re so beautiful
God made you to show that off
Now I ain’t ever been the jealous type of guy
But I want you to myself, I can’t lie
I know we ain’t on no one-on-one thing
But baby, it should change
~(xXx)~ 

Clad only in his boxers, he sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the mattress. He rested his elbows on his knees and ran his hands up, rubbing them over his scalp. He rolled his shoulders back, working out the stress in his muscles. He brought one hand back down, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He tipped his head back, bringing his hands together under his chin, resting it on the tips of his fingers. He felt the weight of the bed shift behind him and he dropped his hands down into his lap. It was still early, the sun barely on the horizon. He didn’t hear as she moved toward him, and he didn’t hear as the sheets billowed around her waist. As soon as her fingers connected with his skin, trailing along the line of spine, and his head bowed forehead, all attempts at composure lost. All the tension in his body released and he relaxed into her. Her touch was a like a whisper, easily disregarded if you weren’t attuned to it; prepared for it. His body was on her frequency and had been for a long time. He couldn’t pinpoint when it happened, or how it happened, but here he was desperately wanting more. Her finger tips danced around the hem of his neck until she let her entire arm droop down his chest. She pulled herself up against him, her bare chest pressed against his back. She hooked one leg around his hip, letting it hang between both of his. She pressed her lips into his shoulder blade, running her nose along the outer edge of his back. When she reached the crook where his neck connected to his upper body she tilted her head, resting it in that special place. A place he’d let no woman call their own before. A place solely for her use. 

“Leaving so soon?” She sighed, her warm breath ghosting over his skin.

He reached up, linking his fingers through hers and squeezed. With no more than a nod, he lifted away from the bed, standing and turning around to face her. The soft light from daybreak filtering in through the window, illuminating the lazy smile on her face. He gazed down the length of his arm, her hand still held tightly within his. He licked his lips and let go. He watched as her hand tumbled back down into the mess of her sheets. She used that hand to grab a handful of her covers and dropped backwards into the pillows. He scooped up his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. She yawned, turning over to lie on her stomach. He felt as her eyes watched his every move. In response to her gaze, he flexed, his muscles contracting with every motion. When he was dressed, shrugging into his cut, he glanced back over at her. His eyes locked with hers and she gave him a slow wink. He held her gaze for a few more seconds before turning and retreating through her bedroom door. He heard the crinkle of her blankets as she turned over, and the sigh that escaped her as she relaxed, falling back asleep.   

~(xXx)~
Cause when I be out with other chicks I be thinking bout you
And when you be out on dates you be texting me too
Telling me to come pick you up when he drop you off
I pray to God he ain’t breaking you off
~(xXx)~

His fingers were tied deeply into the blonde’s hair, pressing her harder against him. The crow eater’s head bobbed back and forth, never relenting. He glanced down catching as the crow eater stared up at him, a distorted smile on her face. He grunted, screwing his face up at her and shoving her head harder against him. He tilted his head backwards, closing his eyes and picturing her face. He replaced the blonde’s greasy hair with her flowing locks. Her smile mimicked his smirk, and her bright eyes gazed up at him. Her tell-tale wink reflected in his memory and ignited the fire within him. His body tensed and he held the crow eater’s head still. He nearly sagged into the chair as his body calmed, the fire washing away. His fingers loosened and he leaned into the chair, lining himself with the backrest. He heard an unseemly giggle – in a tone that wasn’t hers – from the crow eater and was immediately thrust from his reverie. His body stiffened and he straightened his spine, his eyes snapping open to glare at the crow.

 “Get out.” He growled.

 She stumbled backwards at his tone, scrambling to leave the dorm room. He groaned, throwing himself back into the chair. He contracted his hands into fists, feeling as his nails dug into his palms. He opened them again, staring down at the half moon indents. He was waiting and he knew it. He always waited on her, hand and foot. He pulled his burner out of his pocket and toyed with it, flipping it around in his hands. He knew where she was tonight. Another date, a different man. He fought to settle the rage that built in his chest. His burner buzzed, causing his fingers to twitch. He clenched is jaw, flicking it open. One new message.

 Another boring one. The message read. Pick me up?

He didn’t bothering texting her back. She knew he’d be there. She knew he’d drop everything and meet her.

 ~(xXx)~
I don’t want nobody but you
Kissin’ on my tattoos
I don’t want nobody but me
Talkin to you
Until you fall asleep
We better stop playing (We better stop playing games)
Before we mess around and someone gets hurt
I don’t want nobody but you (nobody but you)
Kissin’ on my tattoos
~(xXx)~

He tapped the kickstand, letting this bike idle by the curb. He was parked on the street in front of her house. He saw her car in the driveway but didn’t spot another. She was alone. He reached into the pocket of his cut, brandishing a cigarette pack. He tapped one smoke out into his hand, fishing for his lighter in his jeans pocket. He bent forward, cupping his hand around the end of the smoke and lighting it. He inhaled deeply, held in the vapour and then exhaled through his nose. He heard a door open and glanced up to see her shrugging into a light bomber, tucking her hands into her hair and flipping it out of the collar. She pulled the door shut behind her, locked it and bound down the steps towards him. She smiled and bounced up onto her tiptoes, pushing a small kiss to his lips. As she retreated, she plucked the cigarette from his fingers and stole a toke. She blew the smoke back out into his face, raising her eyebrows in a defiant manner. He swallowed, hooked his hand around the middle of her back and smashed his lips into hers. She arched herself backwards, causing him to lean over further. Her hands swept up his arms, along his neck and lay against his freshly shaved crown. He groaned his self-control melting under her touch. If he was an addict, she’d be his drug of choice; his favourite brand of heroin.  

 ~(xXx)~
All my homies wanna know what’s up with us
They can’t believe that I’m kicking it with just one girl
But I’m cool with that
Them pretty eyes and that smile
Girl I’m a fool for that (yeah I’m a fool for that)
Cause when I be out with other chicks I be thinking bout you
And when you be out on dates you be texting me too
Telling me to come pick you up when he drop you off
I pray to God he ain’t breaking you off
~(xXx)~

He didn’t know when, or how, but the rest of the boys caught on. They figured out his predicament. They didn’t know her, but they knew of her. They knew she existed. He tried to throw them off. He tried burying himself in the sweetbutts but couldn’t. They weren’t her. They didn’t make the same noises. They didn’t gasp his name the right way. They didn’t touch him like her. They just weren’t her. 

“Killer found his kryptonite.” Someone joked. 

It annoyed him. The lot of them commenting on his personal business. Each of them had an Old Lady, or someone they favoured. Was it any different that he’d found a favourite too? He reclined on the couch, letting the crows rub against him but it did nothing. He couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it. He slipped his hand into his pocket, tapping his index finger against the plastic of his burner. He glanced at the clock above the bar, noticing that it’d gotten late. She never left him waiting this long. A sudden realization hit him and a surge of green coloured his vision. Had this been the date that would change everything. He jumped up, knocking the crows backwards. The green faded into a pulsing red. Their arrangement wasn’t up yet. He wasn’t ready to change what they had. If it was going to end, it would be on his terms. He stalked out of the clubhouse, whistles and hollering following as he left. He was breaking his golden rule. He was making the first move. 

~(xXx)~
I don’t want nobody but you
Kissin’ on my tattoos
I don’t want nobody but me
Talkin to you
Until you fall asleep
We better stop playing (We better stop playing game)
Before we mess around and someone gets hurt
I don’t want nobody but you (nobody but you)
Kissin’ on my tattoos
~(xXx)~ 

He was sitting on her doorstep when the sleek black Audi pulled up into her driveway. He stood, taking calculated steps towards the vehicle. He watched as the smartly dressed man exited first, rushing around to hide her behind him. He paused, raising one eyebrow and silencing the scoff on his lips.

 “Happy?” He heard her voice from behind the other man’s shoulder.

The man turned his head in her direction, “You know this…” He turned back to him to give him a scathing glare, “Criminal?”

His hand lowered, his fingers twitching around the cold metal of his firearm. His tongue ran along his lower lip, a curl developing in a mute growl. He noticed that she didn’t answer. She didn’t acknowledge their familiarity with each another. She placed her hand on the forearm of the man blocking her way and attempted to move him away from her. The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

“Hey!” She shouted, unprepared for the quick grab.

Losing all semblance of restraint, he lunged, his fist cocked and smashed it into her dates face. The three of them were slammed against the hood of the car. She was the first to pull away, witnessing as he beat the living hell out of the man who brought her home. Her hands circled around his bicep and tugged him backwards.

“Happy.” She murmured, calling him back to his conscious.

He backed away, his breathing ragged. She positioned herself in front of him, her back to the other man and kept her hands on him, smoothing down his arms. Her date straightened back up, patting his face where he was bleeding.

“What the fuck?!” He yelled, “You’re just going to let him attack me like that?”

He watched as her body language froze, her eyes turning to ice. She tossed her hair over, returning his original scathing glare, “I suggest you leave.”

Her date gulped and was quick to jump back into his pretentious car. They both watched as he backed out and sped off into the distance. He turned his gaze back down to the woman standing in front of him. He’d never seen her dressed up before. She wore a slim and flowing black silk dress. Her shawl still positioned properly across her back and draped over her forearms. Her fingers descended down his arm, circling around his SONS rings. She lifted his hand to her mouth, her eyes flicking up to his and kissed each finger, without her gaze faltering. He dipped down, scooping her up into his arms and advanced towards her front door. She trilled with laughter, the sound echoing into the summer breeze around them. When they reached the door she handed him the keys. Together, their hands laid over one another’s, they unlocked the door. He kicked it closed behind him and placed her back down on her feet.

She dropped her shawl onto the ground and reached for his cut. She slid it over his shoulders and down. She tossed it away from them, draping it over the end table. He swallowed as she ran her hands under his shirt, tracing the lines of his abdomen. In a swift movement she tugged the shirt up and over his head. A shiver ran along his spine as he witnessed the heat in her gaze. She bit down on her lip, her hands running down his torso and connecting with his jeans. She tucked her fingers underneath his belt and bowed her head, lining his chest with kisses. She left a trail of fire along his skin. When she reached the ring of his neck, she kissed each word tattooed along his collar.

“What changed?” She paused. 

He startled by her sudden question. She tilted her head in his direction, waiting for an answer. He bent down, fisting a handful of fabric into his hands and hiked the dress up her legs. He smashed his lips against hers, grabbing her thighs and spreading them. She got the hint and hopped up. He caught her, her legs entwining around him. He kicked his shoes off and proceeded down the hallway. When they reached her bedroom door be pulled back.

“Your mine.” He growled.

~(xXx)~
K I S S I N G on my T A T T O O S
Prompt(By wide-known Anon) : Scar tissues and tattoos.

The agony feels like a liquid
brimming my lungs all over
before your acquaintance, I 
used to have a soul very sober

Your memories, for sure
are easy to forget and lose
but for how long..
shall I be covering these tattoos

I glance around to behold
my bed’s drowned in damp tissues
Got no one to cope this catastrophe with
except this ultimately hazardous booze

You gave me many gifts as goodbyes
each one profoundly called a scar
It was about playing games, wasn’t it?
You were playing the meek so far.

- @oneamateurgirl1612

(This was written in a very tiny period of time, so not my best work :P)

anonymous asked:

hwasa's ideal gf?

  • one that’s confident, since she’s a v sexy idol who gets lots of attention
  • and someone lacking in confidence might struggle w this
  • but if you do, then she has no issue with telling you you’re perfect & all she wants
  • until you start to believe it & grow more confident :)
  • she’s stated before that zico is her ideal type
  • so if you can rap then sweet 👌
  • she likes a heartwarming and caring girl
  • that’s good w kids
  • and a girl who takes care of her
  • even just through little gestures
  • like making her breakfast in bed or buying her coffee when she’s tired
  • one that stands out too
  • not just through confidence
  • but a quirky girl or one who’s not afraid to experiment with style or hair dyes or piercings/tattoos
  • I imagine she must also prefer a gf w a casual/street style image
  • since that’s what I picture zico wearing
  • and her ideal would be someone who’s not just her gf but her best friend too

Originally posted by oppaseokjinnie

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Orc buddy + Tattoos

I don’t know much about DnD orcs and what kinds of tattoos they’d get, but here goes nothin’: The left one is supposed to be more tribal and the right one more arcane. The left one tries to reference an orc god, as well as depicting a snakelike creature devouring a dark sun.

I was a dumb artist,

took a catalogue of hits to the edge of the cliff and I slipped
but it felt good
I put on red and I lose
I regret all my tattoos

I just want to be a fence sitter
fence sitter with you

hrrysolo  asked:

prompt: renee & allison go to get matching tattoos, neil sees and thinks they're cool af. do whatever you want after that

okay okay honestly ive been waiting for a chance to talk about allison and renee thank you

  • allison and renee would 100% be the sort of girlfriends to get matching tattoos
  • they get to the point where they know that they want to spend the rest of their lives together so why not
  • they wouldnt want anything but the best and luckily allison can pay to get that for them
  • they need a design for the tattoos though, so allison asks (read: demands) neil to design it for them, since neil is always doodling everywhere
  • neil agrees because hes become pretty close with allison over the years and well she didnt really leave him with much choice
  • he takes his time because he wants it to be perfect and eventually comes up with a sun and moon tattoo, something simple but pretty at the same time
  • while hes designing it he cant help but wish that he could do this with andrew but he knows that andrew would never agree
  • the tattoos come out amazing, both on their wrists so that when they hold hands, the sun and moon fit together
  • neil plucks up the courage to ask andrew for a similar thing but andrew shuts him down immediately and neil doesnt push it
  • hes not going to try and get andrew to do something he doesnt want to do, obviously
  • he cant quite hide his disappointment though so one night when they both cant sleep, andrew from a nightmare and neil from his frequent bouts of insomnia
  • so andrew tells neil to stop moving around on the bed and just get in the car
  • they obviously wouldnt get anything as obvious as renee and allison’s tattoos
  • i imagine it would be something like this
  • the tattoos are covered up by their armbands, because this is something just for them, something that is wholly theirs (though andrew would never admit that)
  • (of course somebody finds out eventually and then suddenly all of the foxes know about it)(but they manage to hide it for quite a long time)