Homestuck Tattoos 소설 & 이야기

I reached for the blanket lying at the foot of the bed, ready to toss it to him and get to my own bed, when I heard him mumble something “…Too hot.” Before I could react, Jayden tugged his hoodie over his head in one clumsy motion and tossed it onto the floor causing his T-shirt to raise with the movement. I froze. Just above Jayden’s left hip, black ink peeked out beneath the fabric and I the remaining tattoo he’d be trying to hide. For a moment, all I could do was stare. It was just a few words written in cursive, etched neatly into his skin. “Built by ruin.”

“A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.” Emma’s breath caught, but she kept her back arched on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints he had already unlocked and reattached. The thick silver plug shifted inside her with the motion, heavy and unremoved, pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. She could feel the fresh cum from the gym still leaking around

It was this morning, when I was preparing to leave Hunter's house, that I decided to ask him if he would like to accompany me to the party. "H..." I paused for effect and stared at him in the mirror as he dressed. In case you were wondering, I hadn't seen him naked...yet. But I have seen all of his upper body. Just below his heart was a tattoo that said 'I made a mistake but I forgive myself.' written on a coiled chain. Curiosity had been my best friend ever since I saw it. I had been wondering what great mistake he made that he felt compelled to tattoo his self acceptance of that guilt on his body.

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings. I looked down at him, my tone calm and detached. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This tattoo ink is specially made. It won't fade. It'll stay with you for the rest of your life." I tilted my head slightly, almost amused. "I was just joking around with you, Mr. Payne… You're not upset, are you?"

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

"Where are you going, Mr. Clarke?" "Just taking a break for a while," I said, patting his shoulder. I didn't offer further explanation. The wind chime at the door jingled. Hudson was back. The moment he stepped inside, he dropped to his knees in front of me. "Luther, please remove the tattoo for me." He tilted his head up, his young, handsome face full of desperation. "She held me all night, crying, saying this tattoo is her personal mark. She begged me on her knees not to remove it…"

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Why the wind decided to seek me out now was just a poetic justice. Taking off his shirt I finally saw those muscles in full. For the last day I had seen hints of them. His arms were the most striking to me at the time but those abs. They crawled up his stomach with two black tattoos on each of his pecks. Paw prints? “What are those about?” I pointed to my own chest then to him. Looking down he twitched slightly before shrugging, “Just something my brothers and I do when we start training. Conrad chose lines, Alfred chose stars. It’s like a a symbol that we have completed training.”