Shikamaru Tattoo Novels & Stories

“No.” He attacked. Not with a wild lunge, but with a swift, controlled strike meant to disarm, not kill. I ducked, the shard in my satchel thumping against my ribs. The movement brought me closer to him than I intended. As I twisted away, the collar of the rough leather vest he wore shifted. There, on the side of his neck, just above the thick muscle, was a tattoo. Small, intricate, but unmistakable. A black raven in flight, its wings spread—the exact symbol on the bloodied badge in my pocket. The mark of Damon’s pack.

His eyes were light blue that contrasted his fur. “I stand as a representative of the five nations of the Cobalt Union. We also have prepared counter measures to face the enemy. Who are we up against anyway?” Shima asked the question that was in everybody’s minds. Shima was a fish beastman, or more generally called a fishman. Shima’s skin was a mixture of fish scales on top of human skin that were both soft blue in colour. He had five gills on each side of his neck that were constantly expanding and shrinking as he ‘breathed’. His hair was long with green-blue colour and was curly. His eyes were so dark brown that it almost seemed black. His attire was the japanese yukata that exposed a part

He texted me the address, when I got there Kenzo was standing outside of a tattoo parlor. "I feel really bad for making things weird between us. This is my way of saying sorry. I hope we can back to normal after this." I gave Kenzo a hug, "thank you! I am so excited!" We went in and the tattoo artist designed two tattoo's based on my wishes. I wanted to get some small flowers on my shoulder and Elias’ name on my wrist. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought and I was so happy with how it looked. Because I am a werewolf the tattoo would heal much faster than on a human. I gave Kenzo another hug after we left the parlor.

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Luca Pavilochenki went to the store and bought her supplies because she was on her period! She needed to write that down somewhere, because if that was a dream, she would love to remember itl He cupped her cheek with his palm and kissed her lips gently “I— I thought you were going to—” “You don't have to be scared Sharon. I will never do anything to you Without your permission—” She could see him smile from the corner of his lips There was a tattoo that ran from his chest, to his back from his right side. She couldn't stop looking. His chest was broad, and his muscles were toned

Shmue replied to Dum. Tattoo?? “What kind of tattoo?” Dum asked Shmue looked in the bag he was carrying for something and then gave Dum a photo. "Here, I know I'm going to forget what tattoo it was, so I surreptitiously snapped a picture with it," Shmue said slyly to Dum with a mischievous smile. I attempted to see what type of tattoo it was, but I was so far away that I couldn't see it. I have no option but to approach towards them and summon Dum in order to fully view the tattoo.

“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.

It’s the most beautifully haunting mess I’ve ever had the chance to witness, to breathe in and feel up close. Just before I got to my locker, he sent me a picture of himself, half-naked with droplets of water traveling down his cut abdomen. He has two small tattoos—two lines of script at the top of his right pectoral muscle. One is in Arabic and the other is in Japanese. I don’t understand the first, but the second is a saying in Japanese that literally translates to ‘I want mine.’ Yeah I can read Japanese, I took classes cause I really loved watching anime. And I really didn't understand what the meaning of his tattoo meant.