Uncle Iroh Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“You just forgot we exist. Which, again, is incredibly rude.” Keyu gave his usual quiet, judgmental nod. Yael offered a small, easy wave. Norio just wore that smirk of his, like he was privy to the whole plot twist. “So they moved closer, huh?” Yael observed, slipping his gun into his holster. “Thought they’d stay tucked away in Palawan. Convenient for us, though and shorter travel time.” Igor snapped his fingers loudly, successfully drawing our scattered attention back to him. His face was hard, burning with fury that simmered just beneath the surface. “Everyone remember this, they have a tattoo on their neck. That’s their signature.”

I cut dials from cereal boxes. Irene gave the moon a face and said it had secrets. We stayed in that fake ship all day. Pretending we were far away. Untouchable. Until night came again. And the wind scratched harder this time. Dinner. Candles again. Irene liked the game of it. After, he asked me to draw on his arm with pen like a tattoo. He wanted a dragon. I gave him something that looked more like a sad snake. He said it was perfect.

Jasmine looked like she had completely forgotten I was grounded. Everyone looked happy, and honestly seeing that made me happy too. Eventually I stopped jumping and climbed off the bed. The others continued, but I stood by the window, staring blankly outside. My smile slowly faded. The tattoo. The thought came back so suddenly. I had seen the exact same tattoo on Uncle’s and Mr Black’s neck—exactly the same one. That tattoo couldn’t be a coincidence. The more I thought about it, the less I liked it. What if it actually meant something?

His eyes are sterling gray while Corbin was Aqua blue, this man had a fang tattoo on his neck, while, Corbin had none on his neck, but a differently drawn tattoo on his hand. “Get out of my way!” He ordered. “Your way, your face isn't drawn where I am standing and this is not a narrow passage where there is no space left” Ida said, and he frowned more 'just like Corbin, feeling like one prince of Mali'. “Mr. Callen,” A young man ran up to the dude who stood in front of Ida, calling in hurried breaths “Your mom wants to talk to you Sir,” “Mommy's boy, how about I buy you a mat, so you can take a nap on your way…" Ida prolonged her last sentence.

At the very bottom was the golden Eagle Globe and Anchor of the United States Marine Corps. On her lower back was Irish Claddagh done in Irish knots. Between the Claddagh and wings was an outline of a wolf howling at the moon. Inside the wolf was a scene from the outlook over Silver Lake where she had always gone to think as a girl. There were six smaller wolf outlines on either side of the big one. Each was a different color with two letters on them, one for each of her siblings. And even though she was no longer close with her father, on her left side was a mated pair of wolves for her parents. Behind all of it and linking it all together was an intricate blue Celtic knot. During his explo

"It's just an old one, sweetheart. From a long time ago." Noé nodded solemnly. "Papa has tattoos too. Lots of them. He says they are stories he carries so he doesn't forget important things. Maybe yours is a story too. Maybe it's about being strong. Or about vanilla. Or dinosaurs." He grinned at his own idea. "I think it's about dinosaurs. Because you always remember mine are the best." A small laugh escaped me despite everything. "Maybe it is." He beamed, pleased with himself for making me smile. "So you will come on Thursday? And show off your pretty flower tattoo?."

But I was at peace when I saw the kids were taken care of in a parental manner. I flinched when I scented earthy musk and decided to investigate. It took me thirty seconds to find Ian. He was smoking in a corner, hiding from plain sight but there was something strange. He was backing me and was shirtless. The strange thing was the large tattoo, well made and designed, on his back. It almost looked unreal. It was the head of a cheetah. Its eyes were blue and its mouth was open, with powerful teeth protruding from its muscular jaws. You could see the details of its whiskers and spots were visible as well but in lighter shades of black.

I realized how much I missed him, more than I had admitted to myself. “You really love tattoos,” I remarked as he casually removed his shirt. His back was covered in intricate black and gray tattoos—half a skull, half the face of a crying woman. His shoulders and arms were adorned with shading, letters, and flowers that had intertwined over time. I noticed the names of my parents, mine, and his pack etched on a cross. My dad would have had a fit if I had even a single tattoo.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

I said as he took the bowl before wolfing it down. “Woah there tiger,” I giggled as he set the bowl aside, “Where do you want this tattoo?” He asked as I bite my lip, “On my back,” I replied as he raised his eyebrows, “Okay, and what have you decided on getting?” He asked, causing a smile to appear on my lips, “I was thinking of getting a blossom branch with the word rebirth in Chinese on my side,” I explained causing his eyebrows to raise once again.