Homestuck Tattoos Novels & Stories

he said, backing away from me and rubbing his big hand over his face. My eyes fixated on the bright tattoo on his shoulder, the one he got in the army representing his unit. There was another across his hard, defined left pec, a twisting Celtic knot that he had done right after high school. My eyes wanted to drift lower, but first, I had to continue on with my plan. “Indeed!” I said brightly, putting the tray down on the dining room table, after pushing papers to the side. “I don’t have to go to work for a couple of hours,” Aden grumbled, heading back towards the bedroom. “Leave.”

And for her it has been a lot longer that she has had my powers versus how long I have been without them. Feeling helpless in this situation, I start to rub up and down her back in comforting strokes, unsure of what else I can do to make things better. Levi’s Demon Brand is still tattooed on my chest like it was before, only a duller version of it at this time. Because of this I am not sure that we can redo the bonding ceremony, or if it would even work if we did.

he mouthed. The tattoo on my throat warmed like a small sun. I sang, not loud, not long, just enough to wake the names the house knew. Harper, Jacob, Hazel, Joel and Lily. Home, sun and pancakes. Sable’s page curled a second, then flattened like a cat turning its face from your hand. Behind her smile, hunger prowled. Boots and breath. The old scent that sat like dust in my throat. Joel stepped into the light at my left and didn’t look away from our parents. The moon painted his new tattoo like it had been waiting to meet it.

Jake replied causing the sweet smile on my lips to widen even more. "Good, why don't we start the game by taking off your bathrobe?" I said to Jake and he smirks at me and then takes off the bathrobe he's wearing right now. I could not help but swallow my saliva as he took off his bathrobe give me more access to his body that was full of tattoos. Jakipz is so fucking hot, he's like a descendant of some greek gods, I would do everything just to have him tonight. "Now tell me why I get this tattoo here," Jake said and pointed to his tattoo on his left chest, the tattoo was an old man with a long mustache. A smirk flashed across Jake's lips as if he is certain that whatever I have in mind is no

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

I'm still in my pre-wakeup state, and my brain hasn't adjusted to reality. Jayden takes my hands in his. “What's this?” He asked, referring to the dandelion symbol that had been imprinted on my hands. “Did you get a tattoo?” I chuckled and filled him in on how I got the tattoo, and what happened when I went to see my father, including what he had told me. “Interesting. So this Versant guy has a crush on you or what?” He asked when I was done. I could hear the jealousy in his voice, and it pleased me.

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

The tattoo artist asked Julie Williams what design she wanted. Julie turned to me with a faint smile on her face. “What did Annie choose? Maybe I’ll borrow some inspiration from her.” I remained silent. Zach Cross answered for me. “Give her the rose.” The tattoo artist froze for a moment. The tattoo pen in his hand hovered over the stencil. “Mr. Zach, that design was custom-made for Miss Annie. By tradition, the Godmother’s tattoo can only be placed on—”

"Not everyone looking for me is as careless as Julian Vane. There are people out there who don't understand the concept of 'surrender.'" He approached me, and even though he walked with a slight limp, his presence was still overwhelming. He stopped in front of the stove, and the light from the fire illuminated the tattoos on his back once more. I was mesmerized by one in particular on his left shoulder blade: an ancient shield intertwined with thorns and an iron crown. It didn't look like the design of a common tattoo parlor; it had the symmetry of an official seal, of a coat of arms that demanded respect.

But again Hayley said, “although there is a chance, but I think that there is an even bigger chance that she might not know nothing after all, my powers are recognized through this tattoo, and this tattoo appeared today.” Jayden grabbed Hayley’s wrist and looked at the symbol carefully before he said, “it’s not a tattoo love, it’s a symbol given to you by nature, do not insult it by calling it a tattoo, which an artificial thing.” Hayley blinked, “yeah, you are right, my bad. Anyways you should go to sleep now, you are still injured.” “My injuries are ninety percent healed.” Jayden spoke. Hayley smiled when she heard that and said, “then that’s good um… do you want more of my blood? Maybe it