Goodnight Punpun Tattoo Novels & Stories

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

Goodnight "Good night, I hope tomorrow Sunday wouldn't be as boring as this, Purple I wonder if the wolves went to church like in the human realm. Anyway, if tomorrow turns out to be boring, we could go to the forest and run where anyone can see us or better still swim in my human form, Right Purple??, Purple!" zzzzzzzzz Ugh...Good night, sleepy head.... Yawnnnnnnnn

“Don’t worry, I will fuck that rigidity and shyness out of your tiny pussy. I look forward to see what you will turn into in bed.” With he finally undressing himself, I suddenly spot a tattoo right below his navel. It’s an Eastern script, meaning “fortune” and “fate”. It looks exactly like the one that my cohort told me about, the one that she warned me of. I freeze. “Are you OK? Are you ready to do this right now?” Kent checks with me. I inhales deeply, and then look up to him to tell him that I just changed my mind: “No, Kent. I can’t sleep with you now.”

and I was drunk enough that it sounded like the best idea ever so we stumbled out and found this late-night tattoo place two blocks down with the artist looking half-asleep but he perked up when we said we wanted matching flowers up our arms. I went first because Jaxon shoved me into the chair and the needle started buzzing and holy shit it hurt more than I expected my arm burning while the artist kept chuckling going “Kid your arm is weak as hell you flinching like a baby what do you lift pillows or something” and I snapped back through gritted teeth “Shut up and finish it before I punch you with my weak arm” but Jaxon was laughing so hard he almost fell off his stool yelling “See Lange eve

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 “

He said, stripping his clothes off. Mark started laughing, the moment Josiah tool his shirt off. “What?” Josiah asked. “When did you get a tattoo?” He asked. “I didn’t” Josiah answered. “Someone tattooed a masked man riding a unicorn on your back right in the center. It looks like the Unicorn is farting glitter and rainbow stars.” “Those clever bastards. They must have tattooed the rune on me in my sleep. You will have to cut the tattoo off of me.” He said to Mark.

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

The cool night air rushed over me, and my left ring finger felt unbearably empty. A notification buzzed on my phone. The tattoo artist had just posted a photo of today’s finished work. It was a close-up of Julie’s left hand, showing the rose. It also showed the hidden ‘A’ nestled between its petals. It stood out like a wound under the lights. Another notification appeared. It was the invitation designer asking for final confirmation before sending out the wedding invitations. I stared at the message on my screen and smiled bitterly. [Please cancel them. Don’t send them out.]

She said she worked with girl that had tattoos and how much longer they had to stay in the makeup chairs to cover them for a shoot, so she held off. The tattoo was of two unicorns, a male and a female, necks entwined while they nuzzled each other. The artist was the best she could find, and the colors were vibrant, the details painstaking. It was beautiful and I told her so, promising to kiss it when it healed more.

Text from mom: "You both have a good night. Don't be late to school tomorrow, and give B a hug and kiss for me. Love you sweetie. Tell B I love her too." He showed me the text and I couldn't help but smiled. I leaned forward and gave him a kiss. He hugged me, putting his arms around my waist and I placed my head leaning on his chest. It felt good being in his arms, it's my favorite place. I sighted as I began drifting off to sleep while he played with my hair. I could feel him staring at the huge tattoo on my back, I remember the day we went in to get matching tats when we turned eighteen, of a Phoenix.