Danganronpa Tattoos Novels & Stories

he probed. My gaze forcefully trailed up from the movement of his fingers on the zip of his pants, “That’s not… Not what I’m talking about.” “Then what?” Despite the fact that we hadn’t concluded on the conversation, Dante got up from the bed and for a moment I thought he was angry, but every single word stuck to my throat faded so easily when he tugged his pants down and I saw the intricate, and neat font two word line tattoo below his hip bone. I could only see the first word which read: ‘Sin.’

Noah said. Daniel enlarged the image. Beneath the man’s sleeve was a faded tattoo. Five narrow vertical lines crossed by a single horizontal slash. Noah stared at it. His heartbeat quickened. A memory surfaced without warning. Five young men sitting around a fire after training. One of them rolled up his sleeve and laughed. “Five of us. One mark. So none of us ever forget.” The memory vanished almost as quickly as it came. Noah closed his eyes. “I’ve seen that tattoo.”

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

Henna was something that he did for our pups because they all thought our tattoos were cool. An artistic banner that Damon designed was hung up over one of the main booths. It had my mate’s sexy ass name and the logo design that was associated with him. It was an ouroboros made of water with flames inside of it. Damon was leaning against the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. A proud smile was on his face. He had dropped everything the moment that he learned that my mate was going to be featured this year. He had been instrumental in Maddox’s success, whether he agreed or not. He had taken my mate underneath his wing and taught him how to spread those wings of his and fly.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

“What is it?” I asked, a little nervous. “Darin used to mark his… girls. They will have a rose tattoo on their shoulder blade if they were part of what it was he was doing.” Jacob looked down at his feet and shifted uncomfortably. I’ve seen a few of those tattoos around but didn’t think much of it. “Thank you for telling me.” I said finally. Sherry nodded and her and Jacob walked out of our office. “What happens now?” Penny asked.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

Savannah nodded and waited for her to continue. "He has a cross-shaped tattoo on his arm. Although I was too nervous and scared to remember what he looked like that day as the light was also dim. But, I remembered the tattoo..." Danica paused for a moment, a deep look of yearning appearing on her fair-skinned face. "Savannah, you know, Nick has the same tattoo on his hand, so I..." "Ah?" Savannah was surprised. "But this tattoo is for outstanding graduates from the international military academy..."

Like they belonged. “Damn,” Lance muttered quietly. “That’s actually insane.” The artist just smiled a little. “Scars make the best tattoos. They already tell a story.” After everything was wrapped and cleaned, Lance paid, thanked him, and walked outside. Ragnar was leaning against the car, arms crossed, waiting. He looked up when Lance approached. “Well?” Ragnar asked. Lance didn’t answer immediately. He just held out his arm. Ragnar grabbed his wrist gently and turned his arm slightly to look at the tattoo.

Light spilling out. I move closer, staying in the shadows. And then I see him. Dante is at a sink, washing blood off his hands. His hair is wet—he must have showered. Water droplets are running down his bare back. His scarred back. With FARFALLA tattooed down his spine in elegant script. My name. My nickname. Permanently etched into his skin. I swallow hard, my eyes tracing the letters. Tracing the scars around them. Evidence of everything he survived. Everything he endured.