<sub>A month ago I was asked to do a special request for my very good friend *TakeItReal. A tattoo design that was to be kept secret from her fiancee, and my other wonderful friend ~popupwixxerin, until they got to see eachother today, November 19th, for the first time in quite some time, at a concert.

The following link is to Trixi's blog; where she has posted her tattoo's story. So please go and read it: [link]

Trixi was wonderful enough to ask me for my own words as the designer of the tattoo, and I was more than happy to give them to her.

My story on her story is also in the blog, but for all intents and purposes I'll be copying it here as the "Artist's Comments" for the deviation of the tattoo because it's rather long.

Trixi was wonderful enough to post every part of the tattoo's process in her blog, from the original sketch to the final on her skin. So please go and check it out.


To my wonderfuls:

I hope you had a wonderful day! It was a long time coming! And I can't wait to hear about it when you get back.

Kisses to you my loves!</sub>




I met Trixi and Britta two years ago after joining deviantART. I don’t remember exactly how we met or who I met first, although I’m sure Linkin Park had everything to do with it. [They are, in fact, a very talented group of trouble makers xDD]

But without those trouble makers, I doubt I’d’ve ever gotten to know Trixi or Britta.

You meet people in the most peculiar places; work, school, on the web. And online or offline there are people you just gravitate towards, and some people you shy away from, for one reason or another.

Fortunately for me Trixi and Britta are the former. They were...just so good. So sweet. Absolutely wonderful and amazing girls, that even if I’ve never seen their faces, or heard their voices, I knew they were right for me. I knew they were my friends.

And friends, lovers, co workers, they are people you care about, they come into your life and they ARE yours. Maybe forever. Maybe not long enough. But when they come, you know when it’s right. You know when you get to keep them.

I like to joke around and say that I like my deviantART friends better than my tangible friends. And it’s true sometimes. There are friends you never hear from ever again, not there when you need them or want them. And these are people you’ve grown up with and laughed with and touched and smelt. They’re there all the time and then suddenly there’s a day off. And the next day turns into the next month and the next year until there’s nothing left.

With deviantART you can vent in a journal, and get out your frustrations and fears and feel better, not check it for six months, come back on and be flooded with messages from people you’ve never seen or heard or felt or tasted. People that took them time to read and respond and ask if you’re okay. People that leave you a private note that says: I love you. What’s wrong? Maybe I can help you. I’m worried. I am here for you if you need me and want to talk.

I am HERE for you.

Someone half way across the world is concerned for me and is there for me, but my best friend from high school doesn’t seem to remember who I am?

I don’t know about anyone else, but that’s the greatest fucking feeling in the world. To be acknowledged and cared for by someone that lives in another state, another country, another hemisphere, and to be thought of as a friend. To have their life stopped for a second because they thought of me, and were concerned for me. And while they were checking email and before they went to sleep they took 30 seconds out of their time to type out their concern for me. I don’t care who you are or where you’re from. That’s fucking love.

And that love, that friendship, happened for me all because of one click of a button.

All because of one common interest.

All because of a genius band of trouble makers.


Because of their kindness and their friendship and their love for me, I would do anything for them within my abilities. And when Trixi asked me for a special request, I would never in a million years have said no. It was my HONOR to sketch and draw up the design for her tattoo in honor of Britta.


When Britta first told me she was engaged I was ecstatic.

When she told me it was Trixi, I hit the moon!

There was a time I talked to Britta, and there was a rough spot in their relationship. Everyone has their bumps along the way, and I told her if you were meant to be together, nothing will be standing in your way.

And here they are.

They are so in love you can hear it and feel it when they talk about eachother. Everyone should experience love the way they do eachother. That is the truest I’ve ever seen it.

So saying, telling Trixi, ‘No I don’t want to do it,’ was not an option. Telling her no never even entered my mind.

I was thrilled to do it. I was honored to do it. Because for once I could give them both back something for all the sweetness and love they’ve given me; for allowing me to be a part of their life, and being true friends.

Trixi was afraid the whole idea was clichéd and silly even though she wanted to do it.

All I know is, if someone I loved came up to me and showed me a part of themselves inked with symbols of ourselves and our love…

…it would be the most beautiful thing in the world. The best gift anyone could have given me.

A tattoo that says: This is you. Underneath my skin. Inside of my body. Inside of me. Where I want you to be forever. This is you. And even when you’re not by my side, you’re still a part of me. And I can show you off proudly to anyone and everyone who can see it. And they’ll know that you are mine.


“Let them know that you are mine.”


“Give Me Your Name” affectionately referred to in the LP fandom as “The Wedding Song,” is my least favorite song on the album.

There’s so much going on, I can’t wrap my mind around it.

So I am guilty of being one of the people, as Trixi said, that doesn’t like the song. xD

At the time when Trixi asked me to design the tattoo, ‘Out of Ashes’ wasn’t released in America yet, and so I was unfamiliar with the sound of the song.

And in the end I think that helped me. Because all I had to work with were the three lines that she had chosen to be in the tattoo:

“Give me a smile.
Give me your name girl.
Let them know that you’re mine.”

And that reshaped the song for me. It took any dislike I would eventually have for the song itself, and it took the label “Chester and Talinda’s Wedding Song,” and tossed it out the window.

It made the song personal.

It made it more real for me. I heard what Chester wrote come out of Trixi’s mouth.

And that I could wrap my mind around.

That was the reason behind the entire design, the entire concept.

This was Trixi’s way of letting Britta and the rest of us know how much she loves her.

This was Trixi’s way of saying that she wants Britta to be a part of her forever and for always, and she wants every last one of us to know about it.
To let us know that Britta belongs to her.


And because I can get long and sappy sometimes xD I want to end this by saying, there are NO words in any form of language that can describe how thankful I am to have gotten to know and befriended both Trixi and Britta. Nor are there any words to described how truly honored and thrilled I am to have been asked by Trixi to help design her tattoo that shows the true love she has for her most cherished and beloved friend and fiancée, Britta.

I wish you both all of my love and wishes for all the happiness in the world and a wonderful life together, because you two deserve every ounce of it.

And I hope time keeps you both young and beautiful, so that when time goes on every one of us will still be able to see clearly how much love you have for one another.

I bow to you both my darlings.

xx,

-C. “Faily”