It's Thursday - Lets Go Get a Tattoo!
Jan. 7th, 2016 05:45 amHello, everyone. I’m
squidgiepdx and today's theme is all about tattoos! Someone getting ink done? Or maybe you've got a crimefighting duo, and they see the perp they've been looking for sitting in the tattoo artist's chair. Maybe it's someone you least expect it - and they're wearing a temporary rub-on tattoo. Or maybe it's a public figure with a story behind each dash of ink on their skin. Whatever the case, if it has to do with getting, ogling, enjoying, licking, being around, or just plain contemplating getting a tattoo, then lets prompt together and get some writing done!
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, When he finally gets Fraser naked, Ray finds a tattoo on Fraser's alabaster skin.
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John gets a tattoo in Pegasus, which because of his ATA gene does some interesting things to his skin.
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, For all the tattoos that Steve has, the one that means the most is the one Danno gets after they start dating.
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Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, When he finally gets Fraser naked, Ray finds a tattoo on Fraser's alabaster skin.
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, John gets a tattoo in Pegasus, which because of his ATA gene does some interesting things to his skin.
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, For all the tattoos that Steve has, the one that means the most is the one Danno gets after they start dating.
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2016-01-07 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-07 01:46 pm (UTC)Fill: Inked, John/Rodney
Date: 2016-01-07 02:42 pm (UTC)And then there was Ben. He was one of the new Marines, nothing too showy about him except his tattoos and his almost zen-like attitude even when bullets were flying at his head. Word quickly spread that Ben was just as handy with a tattoo gun as he was with a P-90, and suddenly he was bombarded with requests for body art.
John had initially scoffed at the idea. He’d never been one for body adornment of any kind, be it ink or piercings. But the more fresh ink he saw people flashing around, the less sure he became. Atlantis had changed him, in too many ways to count, and the thought of having some sort of physical representation of that started to become quite appealing.
“You’re an idiot,” Rodney said when John finally drummed up the courage to sit for Ben.
Still, Rodney was there to keep an eye on proceedings and make sure all the equipment was properly sanitized so that John wouldn’t contract Hep C or tetanus, or any other number of blood-borne diseases that he’d researched and told John about in detail.
As it turned out, Atlantis had changed John in ways that not even Rodney could’ve foreseen. Carson couldn’t say if it was the strength of the ATA gene, or after-effects of the Iratus virus, or any other number of things that John had been exposed to in Pegasus, but his tattoo was different from everyone else’s.
The Ancient letters, tattooed in blue on his wrist (where he could hide the tattoo under his wristband) glowed. In the dark, the tattoo was luminescent. In the daylight it seemed to shimmer and shine as if it were crafted from foil paper. Of course everyone wanted to see it, and so John kept it under wraps almost all the time. He didn’t like the attention, or the speculation about why his tattoo was so different.
The only one who got to see it now was Rodney, who’d been so dead set against it in the first place. He’d gently pull the wristband off when they were alone in their quarters, and run his fingers over the glowing letters, tracing each one with the tip of his finger. He’d place a kiss to John’s wrist, before moving up to kiss the man himself, and John didn’t care why the tattoo ink had reacted to his skin the way it had because Rodney thought it was beautiful. And his opinion was the only one that mattered.
As soft kisses turned heated, and John and Rodney’s attention turned to physical pleasure, the tattoo pulsed with blue light as it spelled out the word that matched what was in John’s heart. Home.
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Date: 2016-01-07 01:47 pm (UTC)Fill: For Your Eyes Only, McDanno
Date: 2016-01-07 06:21 pm (UTC)“Hey, whoa!” Danny pulled back, his hair already mussed and his cheeks pink. “Not that I don’t appreciate the enthusiasm, but can I close the damn door first?”
Steve reached out and grabbed the edge of the door, swinging it shut. He locked it, too, for good measure, before recapturing Danny’s mouth. He pulled Danny’s shirt and undershirt out of his pants and ran his hands up Danny’s back, relishing the feel of warm flesh.
“I should go out of town more often,” Danny murmured. “I don’t suppose we could relocate this to the bedroom?”
Steve was more than happy to comply. It was slow going, articles of clothing pulled off and discarded as they made their way upstairs. By the time they reached the bedroom he was completely naked and Danny only had his boxer shorts on. Steve rutted against him as they stumbled back towards the bed.
“Missed you,” Steve said as he mouthed at Danny’s neck.
“No kidding,” Danny replied. He wrapped his hand around Steve’s cock as Steve pushed him down on the bed, both of them bouncing just a little.
Steve made a growling sound low in his throat and pawed at Danny’s boxer shorts, pulling them down to his knees before he was derailed by the sight of a small, white bandage taped over Danny’s hipbone. All thoughts of sex flew out the window.
“What happened?” he asked, prodding a little at the edges of the bandage.
“Yeah. Uh…I was gonna tell you about that.”
Steve looked up at Danny, at the slight embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “Tell me about what?”
In response, Danny reached down and peeled the bandage off. Steve wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but a fresh tattoo hadn’t even made it on the list. It was the size of a half dollar, the skin puffy and still dotted with blood, and it stole all the air right out of his lungs.
“Hey. Babe. Everything okay?” Danny tapped him on the forehead. “If you don’t like it –”
“No!” Steve said, a bit more vehemently than he’d planned. “I mean, no. I like it. But why?”
He couldn’t stop looking at it, a tiny stylized seal sitting right on Danny’s hipbone. No-one would see it there, unless Danny wanted them to.
“I just…I wanted you to know that I’m serious. About us.”
Steve felt an unexpected prickling behind his eyes. Every tattoo he had inked into his own skin had meaning behind it, commemorating various milestones in his life. But this, this tiny tattoo on his boyfriend’s hip, meant more than all of the combined. He pressed a kiss to the skin just above it, and felt safe enough to say the words that he’d been holding back for months.
“I love you.”
“Get up here, you big goof.” Danny pulled him up and kissed him, soft and sweet. “I love you, too.”
A grin spread across Steve’s face and he was helpless to stop it. “So. Was a visit to tattoo studio part of the field trip?”
“Shut up,” Danny replied. He grabbed hold of Steve’s naked ass with both hands and ground up into him. “I want my welcome home sex.”
Steve was more than happy to comply.
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Date: 2016-01-07 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-07 01:53 pm (UTC)Link to a fill
Date: 2016-01-07 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-01-07 02:25 pm (UTC)filled -
Date: 2016-01-07 10:32 pm (UTC)Eggsy stops when he sees Harry's reflection in the mirror, his shirt hanging off one arm, his trousers pushed down to his knees. He looks like a real life fucking wet dream except for the --
"Harry, is that?"
"Oh dear," Harry sighs.
"Is that Mr. Fuckin' Pickles on your arse cheek?" Eggsy asks, slightly hysterical.
"It is," Harry says. "Now may we continue?"
Eggsy lifts an eyebrow at Harry and crosses his arms. They look quite the ridiculous pair, Harry standing there with his pants around his ankles and Eggsy covered in Harry's teeth marks and not a stitch else, but Eggsy has got to hear this.
"Oh fine," Harry says. "It was a bet, if you must know. Thank Merlin, the bloody twit."
"What," Eggsy says, trying not to laugh. "What was the bet?"
Harry looks him straight in the face and says, "That I wouldn't get it."
Eggsy burst out laughing. "Harry, you're fuckin' mad, you know that?"
"Mm," Harry says. "It's been said before, I belive. Now may we continue?"
"I dunno," Eggsy smirks. "Maybe we should ask Mr. Pickles first."
He totally deserves the swat on his ass Harry gives him for that, but he's not complaining.
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Date: 2016-01-07 02:34 pm (UTC)filled
Date: 2016-01-07 09:37 pm (UTC)It isn't often she's at a loss for words, but this. This.
"What?"
The thing is, it was the dead of winter when they met and she's never actually seen him without his jacket on or those ridiculous tight long sleeved henleys he always wears and, so when he pushes his sleeves up to his elbows and squats down to examine some evidence, Steph's brain breaks.
"Uh." She says and barely manages to point in the direction of his arms, specifically his forearms, and all the ink there that clearly doesn't end where his sleeves have been rolled up.
"Oh," Nick snorts. "Yeah, everyone in my squadron went and got these when we were on libo this one time in Thailand."
"You," Steph says. "Were in the military?"
"Yup," Nick says and puts his gloves on. "Marines."
"Oh god," Steph says. "I am so sleeping with you."
Nick turns his head up to her and smirks a funny smile. "Outside voice again?"
"Nope," Steph beams down at him. "Just a warning."
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Date: 2016-01-07 04:14 pm (UTC)Fill: MCU, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers - On Your Left
Date: 2016-01-07 07:27 pm (UTC)When he walked up to the door Bucky was just hanging his jacket next to his, a small smile appearing on his face as he briefly glanced at Sam. Or rather at Sam’s chest.
“You guys want some hot chocolate?” he asked, taking a small sip from his cup. “I made enough for three.”
“If you wouldn’t mind?” Steve smiled at him, while Bucky nodded without a word, but the half-smile did not disappear from his face. Sam wanted to roll his eyes at him, but in the end, he was just really glad that Bucky wanted to smile. If Sam could give him more reasons to do that, who was he to complain?
“Two cups of chocolate coming right up.”
Sam went to the kitchen and as soon as he started stirring the chocolate, he heard Bucky talking to Steve quietly.
“Come on, Stevie, it’s hilarious. You can’t tell me it’s not,” Sam could clearly hear the amusement in his voice.
He wasn’t sure what Steve’s reaction was, but as soon as he realized what they were talking about, he didn’t fight the smile that appeared on his face.
They were talking about Sam’s tattoo. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt in the morning, so it was clearly visible, and the fact that Steve had a similar tattoo on his chest made him feel pretty much amazing. He understood why Bucky found it funny, though.
When he left the kitchen and handed Bucky his cup, he caught Steve looking at his chest right away. He wasn’t even subtle about it, but the slight blush on his face was really endearing. As he handed Steve his cup he also pressed his lips to Steve’s slightly open ones in a quick kiss, one of Steve’s hands landing on his waist as soon as their lips touched. Steve was still looking at him when he stepped back and Sam shook his head.
“Wait here, I left my cup in the kitchen,” he said. “Go and pick a film to watch, I’ll make some toast. You’re staying, right?” he asked Bucky, who followed him to the kitchen.
“I don’t want to bother you. If you and Stevie want to spend some time together…”
“Come on, man. You’re staying and helping me get all of this to the living room,” Sam handed him a plate full of toast and a plate with butter and jelly.
As all three of them were sitting on the couch, Sam still drinking his chocolate, he felt Steve lean against him. He turned his head a bit and his lips were caught in a gentle kiss as Steve put one hand on Sam’s chest, right over the tattoo, his fingers tracing the pattern slowly.
He was so focused on Steve that he barely heard it when Bucky murmured: “I still can’t believe you both got tattoos that say ‘on your left’.”
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Date: 2016-01-07 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2016-01-07 04:19 pm (UTC)FILL: Pre-series (end in season 3), features Doris, minor Steve/Cath, Warning Underage Drinking 1/2
Date: 2017-01-13 09:08 am (UTC)The first tattoo that Steve got wasn't really his personal style, and it wasn't one he showed off often. It was very different from the intricate designs he later put on his upper arms. It wasn't that Steve disliked the tattoo. The artist did a very good job, but it was just too personal to show off to a lot of people.
Steve went out with his buddies at the Army and Navy Academy the day he turned seventeen, which was a Saturday. Jack had an older brother, Bobby, who lived in San Diego and let them all crash with him when Steve's birthday weekend arrived. He also got Jack and his friends fake IDs so that they could celebrate Steve's birthday in style.
After everybody got pretty hammered, Joe, who was always the wildest one in their group, suggested that Steve should get a tattoo for his birthday. Everyone agreed, and soon Steve and his friends were roaming the streets of downtown San Diego looking for an open tattoo parlor.
They quickly found a hole in the wall place and wandered into the shop. The old, heavily tattooed guy at the front asked who the tattoo was for, and Steve's friends pushed him forward. Steve didn't even look at the designs available on the wall. He had been thinking about his tattoo since the group left the bar, and he knew what he wanted to get.
"I want to get a rabbit coming out of a hat," Steve said.
Riley, Jack's cousin who could sometimes be kind of rude (Steve wasn't that fond of him), scoffed. "Isn't that a little girly, Steve? You sure you don't want to get a pink unicorn?"
Steve scowled as the others laughed. "It's for my mom," he said sharply.
The laughter died down, and Riley actually sounded apologetic when he said, "Sorry, man." Steve didn't like to talk about his home life much, but when people asked about his mother, he mentioned that she had died. Everyone knew that his mother's death was a sore subject with him, but they didn't know any of the details.
The artist asked for some ID, and Steve showed him the fake one Bobby had given him yesterday. He raised a single eyebrow skeptically since the card said Steve was 21.
Steve shrugged. "I look young for my age."
The artist either believed him or was willing to overlook it, because he handed the fake driver's license back to Steve and asked about the size and where he wanted to place the tattoo. Steve told him that he wanted to put the tattoo on his lower back and that he would prefer something small since this would be his first tattoo. The artist nodded and said that he would be back with a sketch in a few minutes.
As promised, the tattoo artist returned quickly and showed the sketch to Steve. It was an uncomplicated black and white design, with the rabbit peeking its head out of a top hat. Steve liked it, so he agreed to get it and paid the artist the price he gave for the piece.
The tattoo artist led Steve to an area on the left side of the store where a chair was located. Steve lifted his shirt to expose his lower back and the artist pressed the outline of the design onto the skin before he began to use the needle on him.
Steve had been nervous about getting the tattoo, and it did hurt some, especially when the artist filled in the black areas and did some shading to make the tattoo look three-dimensional, but it wasn't as bad as Steve feared. When the artist worked, he chatted with Steve and asked him a little bit about why he had gotten the tattoo. Steve was willing to open up about his mom more than he normally would. The guy tattooing him was friendly and had the kind of face that made you want to tell him things. And thinking about how his mom would delight him and Mary with skillful magic tricks put Steve in a happy mood. It wasn't like the invasive questions he usually got about her death.
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Date: 2016-01-07 04:25 pm (UTC)Filled! Arrow - Oliver/Tommy - Roadmaps Of Our History
Date: 2016-01-07 08:12 pm (UTC)As quietly as he can, Oliver unbuttons and shrugs out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He makes quick work of his pants, dropping them next to his shirt, and then strips out of everything else. He walks to the edge of the bed, appreciating the moonlight that seeps into the room as he runs the back of his fingers over the blanket, not wanting to wake Tommy up, but instead to appreciate all the beauty that lies before him.
Seconds after he slides his phone onto the barren bedside stand, there's a ding to indicate an incoming message. He chides himself for not silencing his phone and turns toward-
"Ollie?" Tommy says, eyes barely opened. He watches as Tommy stretches under the thick comforter, appreciating the bit of skin he's allowed to see.
"Shh shh shh," Oliver says. He quickly silences his phone, then slips under the covers and pulls Tommy close.
"Y'r freezin'," Tommy mumbles, snuggling into Oliver's arms, sharing the sleep-warmth of his body. He looks up, Oliver dipping his head to drop a kiss into Tommy's hair. "Where were you?"
"Doesn't matter," Oliver replies as he tries to shrug off the night's battle, then leans down and claims a kiss. Then a second kiss, followed by a third with much more heat. Tommy's tongue slips against his own for a moment before, reminding Oliver what he has to come home to before they finally break. Knowing it's late for Tommy, who has to be up early, Oliver whispers"Let's go to bed." He lays back and lets Tommy lean his head onto Oliver's chest, and Oliver is asleep before he can card his fingers through his lover's hair.
~*~*~
Oliver is awaken by the gentle touch of lips against his shoulder as fingers dance down the side of his abdomen. Finding himself wrapped around Tommy is Oliver's favorite way to wake up, but having Tommy explore his body in his sleep works just as well. He takes in a deep breath, stretching out his sore back before looking down at Tommy, saying, "Good morning," with half a smile on his face.
Tommy's smoky grey eyes gaze back up him, and - like in unexpected moments like this - the beauty of his boyfriend hits Oliver like a well-laid punch. "'morning," Tommy smiles. But instead of climbing up Oliver's body like normal, Tommy stays stock still, only his fingers still exploring. "What does it mean?" he whispers, as fingers trace over the delicate lines of the Chinese symbols that have been indelibly inked into Oliver's side. "And what do these symbolize?" Tommy amends, delicate fingertips touching the star on one side of Oliver's chest as Tommy's lips spill a sacred kiss where Oliver's red dragon sits.
Immediately Oliver's memory goes into his past, a harsh look taking hold on his face for only an instant as he thinks about how he got the tattoos; why he got them. "They're..." he says, his free hand coming up, first in a supplicant gesture, then holding it as a kind of shrug. "It's hard..." Oliver says, by way of explanation.
Dropping one more kiss against his chest, Tommy leans up, face hovering over Oliver's, dark eyes gazing down to search Oliver's own. Tommy gives Oliver a gentle smile, then leans down and kisses Oliver, his free hand gliding against the smooth skin of Oliver's chest before a fingernail drags against one of Oliver's nipples.
Oliver gasps at the sensation, then watches Tommy's face light up with a mischievous smile. "I can wait," he says, and then leans down for another kiss.
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Date: 2016-01-07 05:16 pm (UTC)One Direction RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, the tell-all book explains most of their matching tattoos - but not all of them
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Date: 2016-01-07 05:17 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, soulmark AU -- people who hate their soulmark try to camouflage them with tattoos
Fill: Repo!, Amber/Mag
Date: 2016-12-19 06:54 pm (UTC)Amber had decided to do this without any kind of Zydrate. She wanted to watch, wanted to feel, wanted to enjoy every second of this procedure she had waited for so long. Ever since she had seen the soulmarks of the other girls her age and how artful they were compared to Amber’s, she had tried to hide it with her clothes or makeup. But when she was alone she would look at her mark and bitter tears streamed down her face. She was a Largo, the daughter of the most powerful man in the world, and yet they made fun of her because of these stupid boring spots. They were in fact just three dark spots on her forearm, nothing more and nothing less. No lines, no flourishes, no nothing. Just boring.
She had begged and pleaded with her daddy to let her get a tattoo as to beautify her mark, to finally make it match her personality, but he said she had to be at least 18 years old to be sure. It was a big step to alter your mark for there was the possibility to miss your soulmate, but years passed and Amber couldn’t care less. She didn’t need another person to fulfil her, she was happy with her life as it was, and if she never found a partner, what the heck. Her brothers weren’t too keen on it either. The number of people she knew who had found their soulmate was awfully low anyway.
So now, one day after her 18th birthday, she hadn’t even bothered to ask for permission. She went to her appointment with the best tattoo artist and showed him what she wanted. She had drawn a picture when she was ten years old, always imagining how amazing it would look once it was on her skin.
And now this would finally come true. From all the operations she had, from changing her hair, her eye color, her whole face, Amber had never been as excited as now to see result.
And indeed it was better than expected. She couldn’t tear her eyes from her arm, had to look at it all the time, turn her arm this and that way, clench and relax her hand to see how it moved slightly on her skin.
Hurrying home she couldn’t wait to show her family. Goodbye long-armed tops, goodbye sleeves, goodbye gloves!
Elated she danced through the house, on her way to Daddy’s office, when suddenly …
“Amber? What is this?”
Amber’s smile disappeared and she turned her head towards the voice. “What do you want?”
These haunting eyes Blind Mag’s focussed on her, dark lips opened in something that resembled shock.
“What is this?” Mag repeated and motioned to Amber’s arm.
Now the girl’s smile returned, and proudly she answered: “What does it look like? It’s my soulmark. I’ve created it myself,” she explained and held out her arm to let Mag get a closer look.
But the smile was once again wiped off of her face when Mag shoved up her own sleeves … and revealed a mark that looked exactly like Amber’s.
Amber gasped. “What? But … this must be a mistake … this can’t be possible,” she breathed, but then anger took over. First Daddy liked her better, then of course she had the better voice, people adored her … and now this?! Even her very own soulmark, created to be unique ...
“Why are you taking everything away from me!” she screamed and stormed off.
Mag stayed back, trying to process what just happened.
“Oh no …” was all she could whisper when it dawned on her.
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Date: 2016-01-07 05:19 pm (UTC)One Direction RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, their first discussion about getting tattoos for each other
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Date: 2016-01-07 05:21 pm (UTC)One Direction RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, the tattoo shop next to the flower shop AU