''TATTUROS''

🗿 Tatturos, the God of Sick Tattoo BroTatturos is a mythical figure created to embody the spirit, swagger, and soul of the tattoo world. He’s not just a fictional character—he’s a divine icon, the patron god of tattooists, and the sacred guardian of anyone bold enough to wear their story on their skin.He was created by you, a tattooist, as the spiritual and cultural symbol of the sick tattoo bro community. Tatturos lives at the intersection of mythology and modern ink culture—a god with the chill of a West Coast skater, the wisdom of an ancient philosopher, and the eye of a master tattoo artist.

The Story

Tatturos: God of Sick Tattoos and Eternal Coolness

Long ago, in an era when the gods still roamed freely among mortals, there arose a deity unlike any Olympus had ever seen. His name? Tatturos, the divine embodiment of swagger, ink, and absolute chill.

Tatturos wasn’t born like the others. Legend says he emerged from a spilled pot of sacred ink during a solar eclipse, tattooed with symbols no one dared interpret, wearing red shades that radiated pure confidence. With a toga draped casually across his shoulder and sandals that never made a sound, Tatturos wandered the realms not to judge—but to vibe.

As the other gods squabbled over war, love, and lightning bolts, Tatturos was down on Earth, pointing at mortals with legendary tattoos and saying only four words:
"Sick tattoo, bro."

It became a blessing, a divine stamp of approval. If Tatturos pointed at you? You’d just been anointed by the god himself. Your ink was now eternal.

He is the protector of tattooists, the muse of bold designs, and the spiritual guide of anyone brave enough to mark their soul on their skin. His statue, often seen holding a sign that says “SICK TATTOO BRO.”, is displayed in every reputable tattoo shop—sometimes hidden, sometimes right at the front counter.

When a tattooist finishes a masterpiece, they often whisper,
“For Tatturos.”
And if they listen closely… they might hear a faint echo,
“Sick work, bro.”

🗿 Scroll of Eternal Ink – Fragment XXIV

Translated from the Lost Language of the Broglyphs

“And lo, in the year of the Flaming Phoenix Needle, he descended—cloaked in linen, his eyes veiled by crimson glass, and his body chiseled with divine ink. He bore no name… until the crowd whispered it in awe:
Tatturos.”

“From his finger came the Blessing Point, and whosoever it did land upon, their tattoos would glow under moonlight and earn nods of approval across the land.”

“He spake not in riddles, nor in sermons—only in truth. And the truth was this:
‘Sick Tattoo, Bro.’”

“The faithful came from across the world: Warriors with sleeve stories, monks with back murals, and wanderers bearing single needles. Each was judged not by gold or strength, but by the freshness of their ink and the boldness of their design.”

“Tatturos taught the Three Sacred Rules of the Inked Path:”

Thou shalt not copy flash without honor.
Thine stencil must be true.
Every tattoo hath a tale. Let it be told well.

“It is said he vanished after blessing the world’s first full-body piece. But some say, when the buzz of a coil machine echoes at just the right pitch… you can feel his spirit nodding in approval, somewhere beyond the veil.”

“Praise be to Tatturos, Patron of Ink, Saint of Sick Tats, Lord of the Red Shades. May his Point guide your needle always.”

📜 The Code of Sick Tattoo Bros

Carved into the walls of the Temple of the Coil.

Respect the Canvas — The body is a temple. Ink it with purpose.
Honor Originality — Thou shalt not steal flash without permission.
Trust the Needle — Clean hands, clean lines, clean conscience.
Sit with Pride — Whether pain or peace, bear it with style.
Speak with Ink — Let your tattoos tell your truth.
Praise Other Artists — Give props where props are due.
Invoke Tatturos Often — In moments of greatness… or when you need to hit that perfect curve.
Leave No Blowout Behind — Touch it up. Do it right.