Junji Ito Tattoos Novels & Stories

Scar shouted before Jasmine disappeared into the room. ______________ Jasmine settled on the chair provided for her as she examined the different designs of tattoos on the walls, "Did you design all of these?" She asked pointing at the drawings as Alejandro turned around to look at what she was pointing at, "Yes, I did," he replied as Jasmine continued to admire the drawings in awe, "They're beautiful," she said as Alejandro chuckled before walking towards her with the materials to get started, "Thank you, so what would you like to get?" He asked as Jasmine lay back with a grin on her face, "I'd like to get a Japanese dragon with words at the end of its tail," she said as Alejandro looked at

Alfi added. “How do you know that my tattoo is my Jowa?” Herman asked in surprise. “It”s simple, before shooting, you always stroke your tattoo, right? You do it because of your pride in the tattoo. That”s what I am sure that your tattoo is your Jowa.” Alfi explained. “Herman, use your imagination to destroy those diamonds. Imagine that your nails are as hard as a diamond, as fast as light and they have a nuclear explosive effect!” Alfi explained.

He patted my shoulder with his tattooed hand. I stared at it, his body was so beautiful, it was like a display of art. Various inks and pictures went up his arms, to his neck and his back. It was truly beautiful, there was a wolf, a symbol, a date, a quote, a picture of some guy and my favorite tattoo was on the back of his hand. It was, 'Fuck you. It's my life' written in italic letters. "Someday you will have something meaningful enough kid." He wound his arm around my neck and practically dragged me to the back of the shop where most of the piercings were done. "Now, wait here while I get the equipments ready."

Three characters, two letters. J&J. I look up at him. He frowns and pulls his hand from my grip. "I'll dm you my number," he says and walks away. My heart is pounding. What is that tattoo?

Kenji agreed and Orion took away all the love feelings and everyone could breath out normally. Kenji and Viola marked each other and I wondered how a witch could mark a werewolf since they don't have any fangs but she had marked him with magic so his marking was a little different but cool none the less. He had like a darkgreen tattoo on his neck with leaves and thorns. Viola told us that the tattoo represented their thorny path. She was wondering if we would get tattoo's like that and I wondered that too. Perhaps they would match anyway we will find that out later when we get Poppy home.

It took us so long to get her back, I was dreading losing her, but I wouldn’t keep her in the dark about it. Walk into the room and see Joker with a new tattoo on his forearm; it appears to be a symbol and a pattern of something ancient. Something you would think a warrior would choose for himself for protection. All of his tattoos made no sense to anyone but Joker. I doubt anyone would be brave enough to question him. Glancing over at Queenie, I see her left forearm has black lace starting to connect the empty spaces to complete her sleeve. It looked so real, like you could pick it up off her skin.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Raven’s POV “How is your hip feeling?” Jonathan questions once Ares finishes wiping everything clean, and I smile. “Not bad, it’s mostly healed. Ares thank you it is so beautiful,” I can’t help staring down at the giant knotted red raven on my hip and thigh, falling in love with my first tattoo. The pattern is an intricate thick band with dark red edges, lightening towards the center overlapping itself creating knots. “You’re welcome, thank you for letting me do such an amazing piece, it suits you, you guide our people well,” Ares brushes his blonde hair out of his face, then hugs me and I nod very proud that I have others believing in me.

It’s a huge bull, big enough to feed a pack this size for weeks. Justus’s tan skin shines in the flickering torchlight. His hair is pulled back in a messy knot. His hands wrap around the branch, elongating his torso, throwing every single muscle into relief and exposing the whole tapestry of his tattoos. I don’t know where to stare. His obliques? The ridge of V-shaped muscle that disappears into his waistband? The black swirls and shapes that I can’t make out from back here, but that my eyes can’t help trying to decipher? My mouth waters. I swallow it down.

He sat up and pulled his singlet up to reveal the large tiger tattoo taking up his whole back. “You look like a real gangster…” Cory huffed. Reese shrugged. “Nothing that can be seen when wearing a shirt…” “Hmm…I guess…still it makes you look like an old Japanese gangster or something…” “I’ve always liked the yakuza style of tatts so…” He shrugged again, taking a sip of his beer straight from the can. “Want one?” He held the can up and indicated to a cooler next to him. Cory reached out and grabbed a beer from the cooler, opening it with a satisfying sound and drank deeply.