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 Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:10 pm
 There comes a time in every young filly or colt's life where they learn who they are and what they would like to do for the rest of their life, but it takes time, patience, and deep inner thought. And TART did not have enough time for that fiddle-faddle, she had her own ideas.
The door to Living Ink Designs swung open as the little purple filly nosed her way in, green eyes wide as she looked around. Her wondrous look was quickly whisked away to puff her little chest out and confidently trot to the counter. After all, she had to be all adult about this, she was taking her life into her own hooves and getting her cutie mark now. She was a young adult. She was a trend setter. She was too short to reach the bell on the counter. This lead to a lot of irritated tapping on the side of the counter, calling out for the tattoo artist to show himself.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:41 pm
Imperial Ink looked up from his drawings, ears perked. What as that tapping noise? Nothing in his shop should be tapping.... He stood up, dropping his pencil into it's case and went toward the tapping noise, and saw a candy purple hoof tapping on his front counter. Instead of leaning over the counter, he came around to the side and grinned at Tart. " 'Allo and Welcome to Living Ink Tart. 'Ow can I 'elp you today?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 2:52 pm
TART's little head craned back as she looked up at the stallion. Green eyes flicked up and down, mouth set in a pensive look. She nodded to herself, apparently having made up her mind about Ink. Her posture shifted, one hoof primly bent and long eyelashes fluttering.
"Well I was here for a tattoo, but I wouldn't mind leaving with you too. My name is TART, but you can call me baby." The filly said matter-of-fact, shameless as only a child, or perhaps TACO, could be.
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 3:49 pm
Ink's blue sclera eyes blinked a couple times as he processed what this filly just said to him before a small chuckle of understanding. " Right...TACO's kid...." Ink stepped behind his counter, grabbed up a big book and laid it before Tart. " Well if you want a tattoo, you have come to ze right place. I 'ave many dezignz, zome are mine, zome are juzt bazic onez. 'Ave you any ideas in particular or do you need time to zink it over?" He flips through the pages, smirking with a slight mischevious glint. " Per'apes you are zinking about zis lovely mermaid dezign.." He uses his hoof to indicate a tastefully drawn topless human mermaid. " Oh per'apes zis iz more your speed.." He flips several pages and points to a design of a large skull with flames shooting out of it. " Oui? Non?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 4:31 pm
TART immediately sets into the book, head tipping back and forth as she hoofs through the pages. None of them were really... her. A tiger jumping through a flaming hoop was cool and all, but she really needed something a little more...
"You don't have anything glittery, do you?" It is highly likely that TART has no idea how tattoos work. "I need something that defines me. So it has to be the prettiest thing ever. Do you have any butterflies? Like, maybe a pink butterfly. A pink and a blue butterfly with little scarves, because they are fashionable. Maybe a powder compact in the shape of a butterfly! Or a dolphin made of rainbows."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 4:40 pm
Ink snerked and chuckled lightly. " Ah I zee..you are interezted in a cuztom job." He closes the flash book with his hoof. " Well..zeezing you are ze 'alf zizter of one of my bezt friendz I zuppoze I can geev you a deal on cuztom piece.." Picking up the flash book with his mouth, he beckons Tart further into the shop, and points at armless chair. He puts his book back into it's home under the front desk and hops up onto the chair next to Tart's, pulling his extensively long mane back with a pony tail holder and prepares his equipment. " Zo..you tell me where you want ze tattoo to go and I will channel ze inner mozt spezial part of you into a beautiful work of art!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 4:51 pm
The little filly followed after Ink's fetlocks, trying to sashay and look like pretty grown-up mares did, but she just ended up almost tripping over her own hooves a few times before giving up and just clamoring up onto the tattoo chair. TART is swift to correct her slouch, nose tipping up as she sat like a prim little lady and not a complete hooligan.
"That sounds g- absolutely splendid," she replied, "And I would like it on my flank, uh, monsieur."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:00 pm
Ink paused, tattoo gun in hoof and arches an eyebrow. " On your flank..? But zat might obzcure your cutie mark when eet comez.."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:12 pm
TART sighed, but managed to refrain from rolling her eyes like she would with anyone who wasn't a handsome stallion. After all, eye-rolling was 'not becoming of a young lady' (her mom said) and 'not likely to get you laid' (her dad said).
"Yeah, that's kind of the point. See, I want to be an adult now. So I'm gonna get a tattoo and tell my parents it's my cutie mark so I can go and get grow'd up."
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 5:56 pm
" Ahhhh..." Ink nodded with a look of great importance on his face, as if he understood the challenge he was given. " I underztand.." He directed Tart to lay on her side, head toward the bottom of the chair. He put on a mask and stares at her flank for several minuets, considering, before nodding and scooting his chair closer to her. The high buzz of the tattoo gun filled the air, not too loud but noticeable. " Do non move or anyzing until I zay zo or you will cauze me to make a miztake! Remember, zese iz forever.." he warned gravely. " Here we go." Tart would feel pressure as the nib started to slowly draw a pattern onto her flank, but she felt no pain. " Zo..tell me..what are you going to tell your folkz when zey zee your zudden new cutie mark?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 03, 2013 6:16 pm
Weren't tattoos supposed to hurt? Maybe she was just too grown-up to feel it. It was difficult to keep still and not try and wiggle to see what Ink was drawing, but she managed, curling her immaculate hooves to her chest as she watched Ink work.
"I'll tell 'em that I got my cutie mark. That means I'm ready to be old enough."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 10:18 pm
" Mmmm...I zee..." Ink says, half distracted as he slowly works his special brand of magic. " Un..what eez zo important zat you want to be old enough already??"He takes care for Tart not to wriggle around too much or to see what he's actually doing by gently reminding her to stay still and keep her talking.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 12:44 pm
It was a lot easier not to wiggle around and try and look at her soon-to-be cutie mark when she had such a "'andsome" stallion to watch. She was sure to tell him this several times when he told her not to wiggle around.
"Growing up is everything," TART sighed, mouth pulling into a little pout, "When you're an adult you can go on grown-up dates at grown-up places, and then take your hot grown-up date back to the trailer and do grown-up things and then have babbens."
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2013 1:30 pm
Ink's hoof fumbled and he nearly drew a line down the entire length of Tart's leg. He shouldn't be surprised, after all he was best friends with Tart's half brother Draft but hearing those kind of things coming out of a little filly's mouth was a little surprising. "Ah but you know, zat onze you are a grown up, zat iz all you will ever be..ever. Zere iz much you can do az a filly zat you cannot do az a adult." Ink considered his statement. "Well..more like, zere are a lot more zings you can get away with.." he chuckled. "Bezidez, growing up iz NON everyzing zat you zink it will be. I mean, oui zere are zose fun partz you talk about but zere iz zo much more zat iz not az fun or fun at all."
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 4:39 pm
For the first time since entering the tattoo parlor TART looked a seemed rather unsure, chewing on her lip and looking away. She had heard so much about being an adult and it all sounded so magical, she had never considered that maybe it wasn’t so perfect.
“But I wanna be all grow’d up and have a boyfriend and stuff,” she moped, head downturned, “…D’you really think being grown up isn’t all that cool?”
(Cough please excuse the revive.)
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