Harley Quinn Tattoo Placement Novels & Stories

the artist said, looking at Caden. "His idea," Caden confirmed. "I just provided the venue and the courage." "You provided neither," Zachary said. "I provided the appointment. That's ninety percent of courage." The artist laughed despite herself and turned to Zachary. "Where." He held up his wrist, turned it over, tapped the inside just below where his watch would sit. "There. Covered." "That's actually kind of romantic," Caden said, tilting his head. "In a very you way. Hidden, controlled, only visible if you choose to show someone. That's basically your whole personality as a tattoo placement."

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

“The placement under your collar bone means that this one will be more painful of these two tattoos.” These two tattoos. “Precisely how many tattoos are you planning on doing?” She demanded. He was silent but his touch spilled a myriad of designs and where he would place them on her skin. “Rhett!” Her horror passed through her physically. “Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh god,” she tugged on the handcuffs, and he lifted the tattoo gun from her skin as she began to twist. “Let me go! F-k!” She screamed. “F-k! Help me! Someone, help me!”

Harken just narrows his eyes, fed up with the night’s events as is, but lifts his shirt to rip it over his head, revealing the large mixed tribal and Celtic style tattoo that runs from his left wrist up his arm and to his chest, the intricate symbol of the Lewis tribe crest in the middle of his breast, and the large head of a wolf covering his shoulder, winding and thick brushed tribal designs covering the skin around them. “Guess again, asshole. If you’re so familiar with their markings, you probably know what my ink means.” Harken glares down at Karl, watching as the kids’ wide eyes wander over the tattoo, his fingers gripping his forearms. “Well, w-what’s that one then?” Karl asks and poi

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

“Youre coming up with these shit right ?” “Don’t joke about this!” Harley’s voice cracked, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she rambled on excitedly. “This isn’t just some tattoo. It’s a brand. It binds you to the moon goddess. You could literally say you are a god on earth. Do you understand what this means? If you step foot in Fate Pack territory with this mark on your skin, half the wolves will try to kill you, and the other half will fall at your feet—” Her voice broke off, the implication hanging heavy.

“I can’t believe he’ll be stuck with this forever.” “Logan, your girl here is a real doozy,” Rickie added. “She’s getting you good. You never should have agreed to this.” I swallowed. “I really hope you two are bluffing,” I said, which was just met with more laughter. But finally, an hour later, it was finally done. The tattoo was located on my right shoulder blade, out of my sight. I really feared the worst by now. “Alright, and you’re done,” Rickie said, helping me sit up and grabbing a mirror. “Take a look for yourself.”

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.