Lola Bunny Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

My mind buzzed, refusing to process any of it. The pumpkin tattoo in the photo was identical to the one on my wrist. I’d gotten it with my best friend, Lily Green. We both loved a niche gothic animation—the ever-grinning pumpkin figure in it had become our symbol of friendship. Lily had said, “Sophie, look at him. No matter how bad things get, he’s always smiling. We should be like that too.” And now, that tattoo had become evidence against me.

Sera said. Dessa looked at her over the rim of her cup. "Honestly?" "Yes." "Half of them are afraid. A quarter of them are angry. The rest are watching to see which way it goes." She set down her cup. "Nobody knows what to do with a Tattooed Luna. The last one was three hundred years ago. It's not exactly in the current handbook." "Tattooed Luna," Sera said. "Is that not what they've been calling you?" "Nobody's been calling me anything to my face."

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

Landon begins to pull me and we ran across the street leaving Hugo and Dominique behind. We entered the tattoo parlor shop and a tattoo artist quickly entertained us since he knew Landon. He was letting me decide on what tattoo design I would want to get for us and I was challenged that he gave me such opportunity knowing that he has had lots of other tattoos. I was flipping through the pages of the brochure in terms of searching for a design that would pass Landon's taste. Actually, one design quickly caught my attention and I wondered if Landon would even love it. It was really simple and I loved it the second I saw it.

He holds his hands up and backs off. Lola pouts. “Being a girl suck sometimes.” Ryland strips down right in front of me. My gaze lingers on his bare chest. I swallow hard—he’s stunning. The tattoo etched on his stomach catches my eye, pulling my focus away from his sculpted body. It reads ‘Keep fighting.’ Words have never hit me quite as hard as those ones tattooed on his skin. I wonder why those words. What is the meaning behind them? I finally lift my head and look at his face.

“We will be fine. We probably just need the right people in our lives… and get rid of this itch on my back.” I frowned as she hesitated before turning her back to me, wordlessly asking me to scratch her back for her. I couldn’t help but smile as I slowly unzipped her dress, taking in the flawlessness of her back and the tiny tattoo that was there right at the middle of her lower back. It was clearly an infinity sign, with a tiny drawing of the moon on each side of the loops. Extremely identical to the earrings and necklace I gave her. I opened my eyes to ask her when she got a tattoo.

“Bigger than I planned, but it works. You want to look around?” I shook my head, my mind already made up. “Actually… I need you for something a little more personal.” Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?” I rolled up my sleeve, exposing my wrist. “I want a tattoo. Something meaningful.” He nodded, walking closer, eyes scanning me like he could read the story etched in my veins. “Go on.” I inhaled sharply. “I want my sister’s name—Luna—inked on my wrist. And… with an infinity symbol. Around it, connected. Something that… shows she’s always with me.”

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

I sighed as I removed my finger on my lip. I describe my tattoo to be a heart, not a love shape. A heart precisely, with a lock at the left ventricle. I described the lock to be the one you see on a door handle, where your key fits in. I added the heart should be in red ink and the lock darkened to create a real image. Then 'Bunny' should be written in calligraphy at the bottom side of the heart. "You know, that would require more lines on your skin, yeah?" the tattooist responded.

“I will tell you everything while I help you bathe.” Once I am inside the bathtub, he picks up a sponge to help me wash my back. He places it on my right shoulder. Then he removes it. “I am pretty sure you didn’t have this tattoo before. When did you get it?” he asks. Instinctively, I turn my head to look at my back. While I can’t see it, I know what Caleb is talking about—the contour of a water lily on the middle of my back, a moon rising above it, and two stars on either side of it.