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Tattoos: who has them, what are they of, who notices and/or would like to lick them? Do all Stormtroopers mark their skin, or none of them? What kind of janky prison-tattoo parlour would Rey be able to find on Jakku? What is General Hux hiding under his perfect uniform?

Bonus for the Rebel Alliance tramp stamp that Poe definitely has
Double bonus for 5+1 who is too scared of needles.

no trampstamp for Dameron, I just couldnt see it
hope you like heartbreak tho

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Beneath the greatcoat and starched collar, Hux is a lithe man of pale porcelain skin and trim muscles built from dirty scraps as a cadet. What many do not know is that upon the general's sharp shoulders are delicate black lines picked between scars and translucent washes of colour over his light freckles. Across his shoulders lay flowers of his home planet; Abbar Eye, Vinima, Violet Maiden, and Rattlereed. All sturdy, hardy plants that stand tall in the constant rain of Arkanis. Blooms and leaves he will never see again if the First Order succeeds in bringing the galaxy to heel, bound to his ship and his duty to oversee the new empire. The very same flowers he had put in a formal request to have laid on his coffin ever since he was promoted to a rank that would receive a proper burial. At night he prays his last sight of the flowers he could name as a child won't be the reflection he sees in a mirror, nor the first sight his mother sees when he returns home from the war.

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In the group 'fresher, Finn wishes he could rub the dark fanged octagon from his chest away in a lather and finally feel the glares of pilots and soldiers leave the back of his head. He dipped his head in the tepid stream, squinting at his old designation that was marked there too between the foam of soap. FN-2187, two letters, a dash, and four numbers reminding him of what he was to the Order and what he might as well be to the rest of the Resistance; a Stormtrooper, a nonperson, an enemy. Poe leaned over, bumping shoulders with his buddy and suggesting a little step off base. After three rounds if clearance, a short flight, and one trip down to a bustling planet of merchants and shops Finn's chest ached anew but it was worth it for the three red slashes that cut through the black lines and his old designation replaced with FINN. He is Finn, he is a person, and he is part of the Resistance.

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She had traded rations for the marks. The artist was in need of practice, so for two full portions Rey lent them the skin of her thigh. Over time the marks had faded, formerly green stems and leaves faded to an off grey much the same as the harsh Jakku sun faded the paint on ship hulls. She still traced the shapes with fondness, longing to remember the name of the plant they had scribed onto her flank. With gentle fingers she traced the raised lines of the single bloom up on her hip, no colour in its petals since the artist had caught a ship out of Niima outpost before they could finish their work. Finn says it should be a blue flower, like her lightsaber. Poe says it should be soft pink like a sunrise. Rey says she'll have it coloured golden yellow like the Jakku sands a sunset, a desert flower that has bloomed from the barren earth.

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To say Poe Dameron is proud of his sleeves is an understatement. In the hangar he flaunts their brilliant colours under a layer of sweat and X-Wing grease, smirking as the muscles in his arms makes the A-Wing over his bicep sway in the deep blue black of space inked into his skin. Finn and Rey practically hang off his arms when he goes without sleeves, poring over the details and tracing every line with curious fingers as Poe tells them the stories of each one from the Rebel crest on his shoulder to the pale Force tree with blue leaves growing at his wrist. One day Finn and Rey pause as they come across fresh ink pricked into Poe's knuckles. On his right, the knuckles read FINN with a trooper helmet with three red slashes on the thumb. On his left, the knuckles read REY with a blue lightsaber inscribed down his pinkie. To say the two of them are flattered at the gesture is an understatement.

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When Kylo Ren was a little boy named Ben, he saw a blue woman. She was so beautiful but so sad, and the flowers in her hair were comforting to smell after waking from a nightmare. She would always be there when he woke, sobbing and batting away images of the twisted, pale man with red eyes. She welcomed the sniffling child into her translucent arms and soothed him with songs, wordless and soft. Now Ben was dead and Kylo Ren lives in his place and the lady with flowers in her hair no longer visits him. Some nights he still wakes up trashing and screaming in terror, wishing the blue woman was still there to comfort him. All he has instead is a fading tattoo of a blue white flower at the nape of his neck, lines and colours blurring away as he bites his long fingers into it and steadies his breathing, murmuring snatches of wordless, soft songs.

Ooh, I love this! I like how designated cinnamon rolls Finn and Poe have the badass patchwork/autobiographical tatts and it's really lovely how Hux, Rey, and Kylo all have flowers that are tied to where they came from.

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Any/Any, gen: tattoos

FILL - marks of mine

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