Internet shocked after tribute tattoo for young girl goes HORRIBLY wrong: 'Demon-like'
A tattoo meant to be a tribute to a child went horribly wrong after the internet claimed the heartwarming body art looked more like a 'demon' than a baby.
Back in April, tattoo artist Thomas Tattoos, from Cairo, Egypt, shared a now-viral clip showcasing the ink design of a young girl that he had done on a man's chest.
He wiped away access ink to reveal the permanent body art, but many people on the web felt that tat was a little scarier than expected.
What should have been the face of a smiling baby girl was replaced with, what some described as 'Shrek's kid,' 'Gollum from Lord of the Rings,' or a 'demon.'
The tattoo was very dark with intense shading on her face, and it appeared that her eyes and nose weren't done correctly, leaving the father with a jarring new piece.
Thomas also tattooed the child's name - Tallin - at the bottom of the portrait in dark lettering.
The video has amassed over 30.6 million views in over a month, and users rushed to the comment section to express their horror.
'What days are you closed?' someone asked, while another joked, 'Ayo do you accept walkouts?'
'Just needs some shading. A black four-inch square over the whole thing will make it pop,' a different user suggested.
'I don't have an appointment, but I still want to cancel,' one person wrote.
'They kept wiping it as if it was going to get better,' another comment read.
In another post about the tattoo, Thomas placed the stencil next to the complete piece to show a before and after.
But that only erupted in more backlash from his followers, who pointed out that there was a clear difference between the two.
'Poor little girl! The tattooist made her look like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. Do you really believe that you can tattoo?' someone penned.
'I honestly don't believe you [have] customers. They must not see how you work before they book in.'
'This post is bad for business. Haha,' another responded.
'Not every artist can do portraits. With all due respect, please don't,' a different person requested.
'Brother, respectfully, this is terrible. You really should apologize to him and give him a full refund,' someone else shared.
'Then set him up with another tattoo artist who can do it properly then cover up the mess you made.'
'Shrek called - he wants his kids back,' a different person said.
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