Sailor Moon Tattoo Outline Novels & Stories

Maris staggered backwards, her vision becoming blurry with clouds of tears as her chest heaved. "You all know what the sirens did to this kingdom, they brought us heartache and-" The queen didn't get to finish her sentence because Maris shut her out by staring blankly at the mark on her wrist. It looked like it had been drawn with an ink to achieve the looks of a tattoo. Unconsciously, her fingers trailed lines on it. It mirrored the looks of the sun, but in this manner; there was a full stop surrounded by six apostrophes in black ink.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

“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.

He’s jittery. He tries to reach out for his cup of coffee, but then his big sleeve gets in the way and makes it spill all over the table. However, that’s not the worst thing that happened. His sleeve rolls back, revealing a very vivid tattoo—a tattoo that I have too. The phases of the moon. The insignia of Sangria Amori, the mark of Royals, known by everyone. Morgan glares at the tattoo. Then he slowly looks up at us. At me.

The skin around the gash was red and puffy, and it stung fiercely as the maid dabbed at it with a new, clean cloth. She then gathered a spool of pristine white linen bandages from her basket of supplies and placed it on the vanity. She reached back to the basket, this time choosing a small earthenware jar, and the sleeve of her dress rode up slightly to reveal a strange white tattoo. The symbol was like nothing I had ever seen before. It consisted of a series of moons, each in a different phase and arranged in a circle to complete the cycle. White script in a language that I couldn’t read looped around the edge of the moons, spiraling inwards towards the center of the cycle.

“Or am I not allowed to call you that anymore?” “Let’s work back to the nicknames. The indecisiveness you both have about being friends with me has given me emotional whiplash. The tattoos seem to be an addition to the spell, but only for you five. I got a matching one, too.” I hold up my wrist showing the cuff I now have with a crescent moon layer as the outer edges, quarter moon bands just inside that, then half moon bands with a full moon band in the center. As I look at mine, the moons get progressively bigger, like the full moons are closer to me. “None of the warriors got a tattoo to go with their protection bracelet.” “How many times have you done this spell?” “

he asked. “My name is Lil—” I glimpsed a tattoo right above his sleeve line, “This is going to sound weird, but— Is it ok if I touch you?” I nervously asked him. “Yea, sure... I guess that's fine,” he mumbled. Slowly I shifted his t-shirt sleeve, revealing the rest of the tattoo to me. It was a tattoo of a crescent moon, with what seems to be a hidden message or an ancient language written on the inside of it. I swiftly pulled away in fear, because I recognized this strange symbol, I have dreamt of this crescent, night after night as a child watching over my dreams in a third person's perspective.

Catherine’s POV: I blinked, staring closely at the crescent moon tattoo that was showing just on the middle of my back. It was large, covering up to my lower back but not any farther than that. “What does it mean?” I asked curiously. I looked at the details of the crescent moon more carefully this time, scrolling over the photos on his phone as I lifted it nearer to my face. “Hmm... Traditionally, the half-moon symbolizes the strength and power of a true Luna.” He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

“What the heck is that? Why do I have a fucking tattoo on my back?” As much as Roxie was astounded, the tattoo was a celestial masterpiece; its curve evoked the lunar cycle, with crescent moons and full moons harmoniously aligned. It started from the nape of her neck to the center of her spine, creating a fluid motion. What the hell! “The Sages will know something about it.” Bloom asserted before she dragged Roxie to the bathroom. *~* Roxie arrived at the dinner table a little earlier and sat between Willow and Isleen like she always did since they became friends. However, Roxie noticed everyone was there, but there was an extra seat.