Well, I suppose it beats ass-antlers. Okay, to be fair, some of those work, and some don't, but I always think about what will happen when age causes the fundament below the 'rack' becomes less pert. This, at least, won't have that problem.
Do think about what you're doing when getting yourself inscribed. I recently had to work with a quite intelligent, industrious lady who, for reasons I do not wish to know, had 'White Chocolate' tattooed as a collar of sorts just high enough on her chest that it peered over the neck of every shirt and blouse she wore. Bothersome. On the other hand, I dealt with a former Marine corporal who had several largish inked areas, (wrist and forearm, as I recall) but none where I had to stare at them every time I looked her in the face. In fact, I had to think a moment when a co-worker of mine whispered 'did you see her wrist?' to recall them.
As for the hair, if memory serves, Marten's not overly hirsute beyond the median line of his chest and abdomen. Should be fine.
Why, getting 'Dora' tattooed across his chest in five-inch-high 'flaming' letters, of course.
Yeah, Marten could probably fit "Dora" across his puny, indie-rock physique. Just as well he's not dating Hannelore. Or a Hapsburg.
Was that bitchy?
Maybe. It does bring a new terror to consorting with royalty, though, or anyone whose parents felt the need to ingratiate themselves to a small army of people.
I recall wondering when I read that one if Raven's tat actually said "Goofy Big-Uddered Girl." She should've got it done in runes. Those really do have mystical power— I mean,
Odin wouldn't lie about that. Would he?
Edit: The god, I mean. If the Odin who's posting here has hung himself on a tree or gouged out his eye, I don't wish to know about it.
Also, I hate confusing word substitutions. WHich is odd, since I make so many of them, Fixed one, though.