Mikasa Ackerman Tattoo Novels & Stories

“The Henchmen have been a big part of your life. As long as you stay committed to the Valkyrie, I don’t have a problem with it.” He looked shocked. “Babe, choice is a big thing around here. I don’t expect people to hide their past, and we’re all accepting of what people have done to get to where they are. I especially don’t make everyone get exactly the same tattoo. If you look around, only Karma and Fishnet have exactly the same tattoo as I do, and that was because they wanted to do it. Everyone else’s is considerably smaller.” “You really do run a unique outfit here, don’t you, my Duchess,” he smiled.

Is she always this calm? Davina snorted. “Tired from what? Being domesticated? What’s next, Isa? Houseplants and guilt? Who even are you?” “Wait, wait, wait,” Kassandra cut in, narrowing her eyes at the screen. “Hold up. Backtrack. What happened to your tattoos?” I froze. “What?” “Your arm tat. Gone. Did you… laser it off?” My hand instinctively slid over the rose tattoo. It was the only one still visible. The others—sleeves of ink that had once made Isadora look like sin incarnate—had been gotten rid of. Thankfully they were temporary.

"That was before I've seen Kasey's." "Your tattoos are so cool!" I shouted to Kasey and gave him a thumbs up. "Really?" he said, coming closer. "See this," he said pulling his shirt down and pointing to the tattoo on his collarbone. "These were made by the monks, like in a ritual. They’re really painful." "That's even cooler!" I said and he beamed at me. He looks like a child after the teacher praised him. "How about you, Cassie? Do you have any tattoos?" Clark asked.

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

There, just like his brother and Taryk sported, was a new tattoo etching itself into his skin. Rushing over to Lukas, I reached down with one hand to steady myself against him as I leaned down to inspect Scarlet's upper chest. Instead of the heavy black lines that marked the guys, hers was almost delicate. Done in silvers and whites, it reminded me of an acid etched mirror. Her skin just happened to be the canvas. I looked over the room. Swallowed as something dawned on me. "Lukas, why are we the only ones who aren't still passed out?"

My blood ran cold. That totem was identical to the unique mark on Rocco's chest, the one that represented our eternal Mate Bond. Only true mates received such a mark—a symbol of blended souls, a lifelong promise. And now, she had tattooed it onto her own skin. And Rocco had allowed it. I put down my phone and called the pack's tattoo artist. "Luna Caterina? It's so late. Is everything alright?" Samuel, the artist, sounded exhausted. "Samuel, I need to book an appointment for a tattoo removal."

Roman snuggled closer smelling her hair. Seeing her name on his chest made her jealous. Extremely jealous needless to say. Joanna would always come in between them. Sure he loved her and she did love him too, but did Joanna get that? Wouldn't she try to win his Ro back? "The tattoo. Wh- when did you get this?" Mikaella croaked and she could feel him tense underneath her. "Highschool. I loved her and I thought scribbling her name on my chest would prove just how much I loved her. Guess that's never enough huh? You have to meet the wrong people so that they'll direct you to the right people"