Homestuck Tattoos Novels & Stories

Adam's tattoo was a design of a one-winged butterfly. "It's a reminder of something important to me," Adam said. "Something that I carry with me every day. A reminder of the struggles that I had to face in my life.” Adam's black eyes shone at her, as Althea felt him draw nearer to her. She didn't move an inch and kept looking at him. Althea's fingers traced the lines of the tattoo, and she felt a strange sense of connection to it, as if she could understand the meaning behind it just by touching it.

He nudged the unconscious man, pushing him to his stomach and just as expected, a black moon tattoo was carved onto the skin of his neck. A Darkmooner “Blow the horn”

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

He whispered and bought the girl. When he returned home, he saw it facing the mirror and holding a ballpen. "What are you doing?" He approached it and saw its hand with a drawing. "I want to get a tattoo." It said innocently. "You know, you're crazy." She said and Amira laid the ballpen down next to her. "I want something like that." Pointing it at his arm and where else. A rose with thorns is the tattoo on Lucy's wrist. "You want a gangster look too?" Lucy asks here. "Why do you look like that?" Questioning it. "Having a tattoo means, freedom. You don't care what other people say. By the way this is an art." He said and took off his T-shirt and showed his tattoos on his chest. "This, this,

He had a huge dragon tattoo that covered the entire left side of his chest from shoulder to hip. “Stop staring at me you creep.” He teased. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nice ink” I said. “You know, I want tattoos, but I don’t know any good artists, but I have been looking up places” I stated. He grinned. “I will take you to where I go. The dude is awesome.” I smiled and snuggled farther into the pillows and blankets and patted the bed next to me. Tyler didn’t hesitate. He climbed into bed and under the covers with me. But then jumped up and shut the bedroom door. I was confused. He knows its only me here. Not like I have a roommate. “Don’t look at me like you are judging me. I cant sleep wit

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

"First, you ran away from home without telling anyone just because you are old enough to do so. Then you got your body covered in TATTOOS like a homeless human. Look at them all over you. And now THIS? What are you planning to turn into, Aurora? What has that human world done to you?" I don't know what his problem is with her tattoos. I love every single one of them, but it seems like he is never getting over the fact that she did it. What is so bad about a tattoo? I always loved one, and I'm sure I'll get it in the future too. Something mysterious and enigmatic.

I have my own loved one to worry about. I put my forehead in my hands and close my eyes. “Milo, please, Babe. Please answer me. I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re alive in one of the ambulances or something.” A sooty hand rests on my knee. My breath catches in my chest when I see it. There’s a tattoo of a wolf covered in a floral bed sheet on top of his wrist. The wolf’s tail is sticking out from under the sheet and there are holes for his nose and steel-gray eyes. He got the tattoo because we were drunk one night and thought the idea of Ghost being terrible at being an actual ghost was hilarious. The next morning, we woke up naked in the meadow. He had the tat

##Chapter 31: Cassidy Book One: Stay My gaze trails after my fingers as I discover a large tattoo that wraps around his ribcage, and carefully trace the intricate patterns of ink. "This is a surprise." He shrugs as something darkens in his eyes. Whatever the reason for this tattoo, it's important. "I'd wanted one for a while, but my mom refused to let me get it until I turned eighteen. I think she was holding out hope I would change my mind. I got inked on my birthday. It was a present to myself."