tattoos his name on my body

Jewel Part 3 Joker X Reader <3

“It’s a little different from my…usual style” J let loose a deadly smile. Bringing his chin to the left and then to the right his neck making a sharp cracking noise. “So do ya like it? I worked so hard.” J dropped the smile staring directly into my eyes. I shivered. There were tattoos of my name scaring his body most had become infected swelling up and turning faintly green. “J? What happened to you?” I questioned staying perfectly still. He was in one of those.. moods. The one where someone usually gets their head blaster to smithereens. I smiled to myself thinking of the silly phrase quickly dropping it. ‘This isn’t a time for smiling dumb ass’ He made an angry grunt “Where your ears broken during your run Doll-face?” J snaked his way towards me gripping onto my arms. I stared at him trying to figure out his next move. “Let me take a look” he growled before yanking onto my ears. I flailed around screaming “J please I’m sorry, I’m sorry I left, I’m sorry” He ignored my pleads, screaming and ranting. “Frost get a doctor in here this girl is having hearing problems!” Roughly he pushed my back fully onto the ground sitting on my stomach. He had full control. “We’ll get ya fixed up soon doll in the mean time care to explain why you would leave me aching on my own-” he purred. I cried out. “J stop it! Stop!” 

He was holding my face down hard on the tile floor. Getting my right hand loose I hit J as hard as I could in his nose with the palm of my hand. He groaned in pain letting me slip out from under him. I sat by my vanity crying. J sat in the same position holding his nose. “What the hell J! what the fucking problem you dumb asshole!” J stood up weakly chuckling to himself smiling. Blood ran down his face “Welcome home doll” He slammed the door.

 My ears cringed at clicking noise his feet made when he walked down the hallway. I collapsed onto the floor letting tears stream out of my face. ‘fucking wussy” I slapped myself crying would do nothing to help this situation. Of course he ain’t excited to see ya. You lied to his face. What did you tell him the day you left  ‘Be back handsome guy! just going to get a soda’ I got up accepting J’s anger flopping myself onto the shredded bed. He will get over it. I thought to myself just give em’ time. 

Then he will be your shining clown prince once again. I fell asleep letting the thought comfort me. The reason I had run away from J slipped away from my memory. He had always bought me pretty things, even helped me take out my family in that fucking south Carolina trailer park. I let the thought slip away it was probably best not to think of it. 

“Are ya hungry doll?” I opened my eye groggy from the three hours I sleep I got. J was staring down at his hands a conflicted look in his eyes. “Whatcha got?” J grabbed my hand leading down the the kitchen. The cooks scrambled behind the counter preparing themselves for whatever J would request from them. “ Tell em’ whatcha want Daddy’s got business to attend to kitten so I won’t be joining you” J grabbed my face. Confused I I acted like everything was normal “okay baby do your worst” I kissed his cheek before walking further in the kitchen putting space in between us. J stayed smiling in the dining room before leaving. What the hell was his problem? He hadn’t cracked a single joke, shot a henchmen, nothing. maybe he was going soft. I looked around suspiciously. “Is this food poisoned!?” I screamed pointing to a cabbage that sat on the counter. All the cooks paused their eyes beating like little rats. They wouldn’t answer me. Feeling a bit awkward I kept on talking. “because it better not be!” I stormed out of the room feeling embarrassed. I will just call in room service that was a nightmare. 

 I wouldn’t see J until 2 a.m the next day. I was up listening to my records and carefully painting one of the henchman’s left shoes I stole when they were drinking the in the bar down stairs. J’s voice hissed outside of the door. “She better be in here” Frost whispered re-assuring J. 

The door opened and J stepped lightly in. I jumped shoving the shoe under the bed before smiling at J and Frost. “Frost take that form her” J spoke demanding not taking his eyes off of me. Frost sighed walking towards me. I hissed why he pried the shoe out of my hand. When he completed his lame mission he shut the door walking away. It was just J and I left in the room. I stood up from the floor letting the shoes drop to the floor. Giggling when hit the ground. J eyes looked over every inch of my body like he wasn’t sure what to do quickly looking away like he was wounded when our eyes met. I became annoyed snorting at him when I walked by. “What happened to your chest?” I questioned my back turned to him. I began to fold all the new clothes J had bought me, placing them neatly in the closet. “Oh these little things” He chuckled weakly “I went a little mad without ya’ doll thinking maybe I could fly” 

His voice lightened. I peeked at him to see if he was looking at me . J was standing at the broken window sliding his fingers along the edges of the broken glass. For where I was standing my eyes could see the crimson red liquid coming out of his finger. “J you asshole” I rushed over grabbing his hand carefully holding one of the shirts to stop the bleeding. Becoming flustered I began to stutter. “What the fuc-” I stopped myself meeting his blue eyes. his face was pained in a real human way, emotions conflicting inside of him. Did I do this? That was impossible. I could never effect him in that way. The defeat and longing in his face told me other wise. “J-” I reached out to him to comfort him. Realizing his vulnerability he grunted shoving me strongly against the wall. 

J pushed past me His face in a dangerous scowl slamming the bedroom door behind him. I looked down at the bloodied white shirt in my hand laughing. “Get over yourself” I mumbled trying to push aside the agony I saw in J’s eyes. 

 Thank yon for reading I appreciate you! To be continued in part 4 Same bat-time Same bat-channel! <3

I’ve been warned not to ask about [Cory] Monteith directly. But still, his absence dominates. Her body bears physical reminders. She has ‘Finn’ – his character’s name – tattooed on her hip, and the lyrics of her song If You Say So, (written about Monteith after he died) on her ribcage. This April, she added a small number 5 – Finn’s football shirt number. ‘That was actually my dad’s idea,’ she says, smiling. ‘He wanted to do it and got it on his ankle. I thought it was so cool, so I went with him and got it too.’

I WANT A BOYFRIEND SO I CAN ANNOY HIM AND SEXUALLY FRUSTRATE HIM AND CALL HIM STUPID NAMES AND KISS HIM A LOT AND LIE ON THE FLOOR TOGETHER AND COUNT HIS FRECKLES AND LET MY HANDS EXPLORE HIS BODY AND BITE HIM A LOT BECAUSE BITING IS HOT AND WATCH POINTLESS MOVIES TOGETHER AND TAKE WALKS AND GIVE HIM HICKEYS AND READ TOGETHER AND GO TO COFFEE SHOPS AND GET TATTOOS BECAUSE TATTOOS ARE COOL AND GO TO ART GALLERIES AND TO THRIFT SHOPS AND INDIE CONCERTS AND TRAVEL TOGETHER AND TAKE A SHIT LOT OF PHOTOS AND ATTEMPT TO BAKE COOKIES AND THEN EAT ALL THE DOUGH AND HAVE INTELLECTUAL CONVERSATIONS AND GO ON MOUNTAIN HIKES AND CHALLENGE EACH OTHER AND MAKE EACH OTHER TEA AND ORDER TAKE OUT AND EAT IT IN BED AND LISTEN TO MUSIC AND HE SHOULD ALSO READ MY WRITING AND GIVE HIS HONEST OPINION ON IT AND HE SHOULD ALSO MARRY ME AND HAVE MY BABIES.

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“Hey Sammy, could you help me with my dress for a second?”
You tried to keep your voice steady but the thought of your prank alone made you grin like an idiot.
Sam came into the room and smiled at you. “Sure thing honey.”
You turned around and felt Sam’s hands on the zipper of your dress.
Suddenly the movement of his hands stopped and you got greeted by silence instead. 
“What do you think about my new tattoo, Sammy?”
“I…ehm…that’s my name…tattooed on your back. Wait, are those moose antlers?!”
“Yes” you bit your lip just so you wouldn’t burst out laughing in front of him but as soon as you turned around, your attemt failed misserably. Your whole body started to shook with laughter at Sam’s panicked expression.
He looked like a clown was standing in front of him.
Little did he know that your Henna tattoo would be gone in a few weeks.

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Small Bump- Nate Maloley Imagine

Okay this is going to be based off the song Small Bump- by Ed Sheeran and it’s gonna be kind of sad. 

This one is for anon I hope you like it! If you want one just request and I promise I’ll have it out!

Request: Can you do a Nate imagine off of the song small bump by Ed sheeran and Nate gets a tattoo of the baby girls name? 

You’re just a small bump unborn, in four months you’re brought to life,
You might be left with my hair, but you’ll have your mother’s eyes,
I’ll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can,
But for now you’re scan of my unmade plans,
A small bump in four months you’re brought to life

“Nate, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” You said sitting next to your boyfriend on the couch. He put his phone down and looked down at you seriously. “Is something wrong? Whatever it is, I can fix it, I promise.” He said nervously. “It’s not that Nate, I’m not leaving you.” You laughed. “Then what is it?” He asked. You looked at him for a minute, smiling, “I’m pregnant.” You said. Nate looked at you seriously for a minute before a smile erupted across his face. “You’re pregnant?” He shouted. You nodded. For month’s you and Nate had been trying to have a baby only to be met my a negative test result. But this time, it was positive, you and Nate we’re going to have a baby. “I love you so much.” He whispered before placing kisses all around your face. “We’re going to have a family, I can’t wait.

I’ll whisper quietly, I’ll give you nothing but truth,
If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you

After Nate found out he brought you up to the bedroom that the two of you shared. He layed you down in the bed and plopped himself next to you. “Hi baby. This is your daddy, Nate. I know you’re very very small right now and maybe can’t here me but I love you so much already. Ever since your mom said those two words, I’m in love with you. I wonder what you’re going to be. If you’re a girl you’re going to be as beautiful as you mom. You’ll probably have the same beautiful green eyes and freckles all over your face. You’re going to be my princess and you’re never going to be able to date a guy. But if your a dude, me and you get to do all the cool guy things. I can teach you everything I know and maybe even show you how to pick up hot chicks like your mom.” Nate said to the baby. You smiled at every word he said and couldn’t wait for what the future could hold.

You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you’ll be alright.

Every single night, Nate would talk to the baby. He always had something new to say. “The real world is scary, as soon as you come out everything will change, but I just want you to know that you will always have your mom and I. If you ever get scared we’re here for you. I love you so much!

Oh, you’re just a small bump unknown, you’ll grow into your skin.
With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin.
Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice,
And eyelids closed to be soon opened wide
A small bump, in four months you’ll open your eyes.

You were now five months pregnant and it was finally time to find out the gender of your baby. It was later then usually gender reveals, but with Nate always on tour it was hard. It was something that you knew he wanted to be there for, so you waited. You knew inside that Nate wanted a girl. Even though he never admitted it, he would love to have a little girl run it around. One that he could spoil and at the same time be protective of her. You knew it would be daddy’s little girl. You would be happy with either gender, as long as your baby is healthy. You went to your ultrasound, the anticipation killing you as you got closer and closer to the doctors. "Well I’m happy to inform you that your baby is healthy.” She said. “Okay now, it’s time for what I know you guys have been waiting for.” She said as she moved the wand around. “Congratulations! You’re going to be having a little girl!” She cheered. You looked over at Nate who was smiling ear to ear. She walked out of the room “We’re going to have a daughter!” Nate yelled.

And I’ll hold you tightly, I’ll tell you nothing but truth,
If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Nate asked as held your hair back. You threw up whatever was in your stomach from the night before. The morning sickness had returned which sucked as you thought you left everything behind in your first trimester. “I’m fine, just a little sick.” You replied. You flushed the toilet and went back to the bed where you planned on spending most of your day. “Can I get you anything. Are you thrifty? Hungry?” He asked. “Considering I just threw everything up, I’m not hungry. Maybe I’ll get some water.” You said starting to stand up. “I got it.” Nate said exiting the room. “Ice or no ice?” He asked poking his head back into the room. “Ice please.”

You are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
Oh, you are my one and only.
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
And you’ll be alright.

Tonight you had fallen asleep early, really early. Nate hadn’t bothered to wake you up as you were tired from carrying a baby around all day. Eventually you felt the bed dip down meaning Nate had gone to bed. You heard him whispering to the baby since you were sleeping. Eventually he said goodnight and went to sleep himself. Later in the night you woke up to Nate shouting. “Please Y/N I’m sorry, please done take her. Please.” He yelled. “Nate.” You said. “Nate.” You repeated. You guessed that it was him sleep talking. You turned on the light next to the bed and gently shook Nate awake. He opened his eyes and tears immediately began to fall. “Are you okay?” You asked. “It was just a nightmare.” He said. “Well you’re crying.. Tell me about it.” You said. “Y/N..” He began. “Nate tell me about it.” You repeated. “It was just that I had a dream that I did some horrible things and you and the baby left. You guys are my everything and if you two left I would have nothing.” He said. You wiped the tears from under his eyes. “Well that is never going to happen, so please don’t worry.” You said planting a kiss on his head. You shut the light off and closed your eyes. “What if I’m not a good father?” He asked. “Nate, I know you’re ready to be a father, frankly I don’t know someone who is more ready than you. You are excellent to kids and you love this little girl so much. I promise.” You whispered.

And you can lie with me,
With your tiny feet
When you’re half asleep,
I’ll leave you be.
Right in front of me
For a couple weeks
So I can keep you safe.

There were only a few more months until the baby would come. You and Nate had finished the nursery and had even chosen a name. You daughter was going to be named Ava. Nate was still making music and still there for you whenever you needed him to. Nate has been a real trooper the last few weeks. As your pregnancy progressed so did your hormones and you could be quite a grouch sometimes.  

‘Cause you were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as why.

Everything seemed like it was going perfectly until one night when you woke up to go to the bathroom. You looked down to see what looked like the beginning of your period. “Nate!” You yelled as tears began to fill your eyes. He came rushing into the room and his eyes widened as he saw you. “Oh my god.” He said with his hand over his mouth. “We need to get you to the hospital.” He said. He took your hand and gently guided you to the car. You cried the entire way and you and Nate didn’t say anything to each other. You and Nate had read all the books, blood was a sign of a miscarriage. When you got to the hospital, they immediately began running all the tests on you. They took your blood and did ultrasounds but didn’t tell you what was going on. You sat in the room, the only noise was the two of you sniffling. Your doctor walked in with a clipboard in her hand and an expression on her face that you never want to see. “I’m sorry to say, but you lost the baby.” You instantly burst into tears burying your head in your hands. Nate rushed to your side and rubbed your back trying to sooth you. You had lost your baby girl.

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“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked looking at the sign of the tattoo parlor. “I have to do this.” Nate said getting out of the car and heading towards the entrance. “Hi what can I help you guys with?” The owner asked. “I want to get a tattoo of my daughters name.” Nate said. “Okay, if you just come back here then we can get you started.” He said. You followed the two of them to the back of the shop. “Where are you thinking about getting the tattoo?” He asked. “My chest.” Nate said. He took of his shirt and layed down on the table.

“So how old is your little girl?” He asked as he prepped the needle. You were both silent. “Actually, she’s not with us.” Nate said. “We had a miscarriage right before she was born, that’s why I’m getting this tattoo.” He said. “Oh my I am so sorry I didn’t know.” The artist said. You sat in the chair next to Nate holding his hand as the needle ran across his chest. Nate squeezed your hand gently as the pain increased. “You know this is supposed to be the other way around. Your supposed to be in the bed and I’m supposed to be holding your hand. But instead that bed is supposed in the hospital and we should be meeting our baby.” Nate said. You watched as your daughters name was tattooed across his chest.

“Does it look good?” Nate asked. “It looks beautiful.” You replied. When the guy was done you both admired the tattoo. Ava Maloley was written right over his heart with some angel wings on either side. “This is for you baby girl.” Nate said.

Calum Hood tattoos masterpost

I just want to share the love I have for the ink on a special boys body ya feel

I LOVE IT

HIS ARM IS SO FUCKING HOT I LOVE IT

ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY ME C'MON

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY, HE GOT HIS SITERS NAME ON HIS ARM. MY BROTHER WOULD NEVER DO THAT

YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT WITH YOUR FUCKING TATTOOS

thE FEATHER IS SO BEAUTIFUL

HIS PARENTS INITIALS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING WITH ME

his tattoos makes me weak.

credit to the people who edited the pictures, I don’t know who you are cause I found these on google but you are awesome. 

That’s My Name

Characters: Castiel x reader

Words: 2,906

Request: sapphirealwaysrockin said:Also while im here could i request a soulmate!au fic? A really akward and fluffy cas x reader where they meet on a hunt, she knows the winchesters but dosent know cas and she has a tatoo of his name in enochian and she always thought she was messed up caus she couldebt read it and when cas sees it he tells her its his name. And can it end with some wing action please? Ok im done i promise…! ( maybe also add a part where dean gets drugged by a witch? btw i lied, im done now. #SorryNotSorry)

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, 

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, and I looked up the Enochian alphabet and wrote Castiel’s name in it. Here’s a picture if you guys want to know what the tattoo looks like. Plus it’s super long because I loved the idea so much.

Originally posted by spookymishka

The sun spilled from the motel curtains and caressed your bare skin. You slept peacefully with a strangers arms wrapped around you. To say that last night had been crazy would’ve been an understatement.

Your phone on the nightstand lit up and vibrated, and you blinked your eyes open. You brought your hand up and rubbed your eyes, trying to clear your vision. You reached over to your nightstand and grabbed the phone, answering the call. You brought the object to your ear. “What?” you snapped. “Look who’s finally up!” Dean’s voice cheerful sang through the speakers. You sighed. “What do you want Winchester?”

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A modern-day Dhat-Badan who is no longer worshipped in circles of trees, but in circles of agnostic youths who do not know what to believe. When you first see her, your eyes are drawn to her and you wonder if she is an illusion. Someone whispers that she escaped a conviction for homosexuality in Yemen, but her story is as wrapped in mystery as her lips are in the smoke of her joint. She covers her body in tattoos and when you ask her why she still prays to the god whose laws are the reason for the scars that will never heal, she leans in close with eyes that speak of wisdom beyond her age and whispers, “I do not wish to abolish my faith; I wish to rebirth it.” But His is not the only name she whispers at night; hundreds of gods tumble from her lips and you realize that exclusivity is exclusive to the fearful. Only weak regimes need fear the new ones, and she is not weak. Like an oasis sprung from the African deserts, she is bravery in a world of terror, a bit of hope for the hopeless - and the creatures of night cling to her like the doubting cling to their gods.

AESTHETIC PUNK MYTHS 1 non-Greek/Roman God/Goddess [insp.]

QUOTES MASTERLIST

Alright so I got an ask to make a masterlist of my favorites quotes – so here we are. I’m not really sure how many are in here, but they’re all divided up into categories. I gave credit to whomever I could. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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Fanart based on Jaejoong's interview for Nylong magazine
Q. It’s a big deal that you have members tattooed on your body.
Because they are the ones who I’m going to spend my whole life together. Yoochun also have stuff tattooed on, but Junsu did not. Haha. Because he’s Christian and also his parents are strongly against it. So I said he doesn’t need to undergo tattooing since he has to coddle his body that was given by his parents but I would tattoo our names on his car. And he said “Never on my car! I’d rather have them tattooed on my body.”  Haha. You will never know how much I laughed at this.
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Countdown to the Mathieu Debuchy’s Birthday: 04 days - Tattoos.

He has lost count of them all now but his entire left arm and most of his back are covered. He has the names of his children Lalou, Lukas and Manon on each leg and the bottom of his back. It is all the work of a friend from Lille.

“Everyone has their own desires on what they want on their body. I just feel a real need to be able to express what I feel — and on my body it is tattoos.” - Mathieu Debuchy.

“There is the fashion side to it but the majority are about my religion and my family. They have meaning. I am going to continue getting more but my wife may not like it. She has a few of her own but thinks I have enough.” - Mathieu Debuchy.

An excerpt from interview from Le Parisien:

LP: Would you want your children to be tattooed?

MD: I think maybe they will blame. My son has already asked me. I told him some things. But later, I think I can not say no.

LP: How do you see your body?

MD: I really like what I have on the skin. After that, I understand that it may not appeal. But I get compliments. It is often said that my arm is very beautiful.

LP: What will your next tattoo?

MD: I’d like a beautiful lion head in the back. I love this animal, which is also my astrological sign. It is thought, but I do not know when I will.

This post has gotten so bad, sorry

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As per usual, Tyler was lost in her music as she sang and danced around on stage, she had a special device on her left stump that she could use to hold the mic so she could use her other hand for touching her hair or running the hand over her body or her band members. “I’m in love with somebody, found someone who completes me, I’m in love with somebody, oh yeah, and it’s not you! Feed my finger, whatcha gonna do? See, these lips are all done talkin’ to you, I don’t mean to bruise your ego, But I’ve had you nailed down for so long

And I don’t see your name on my tattoo, Hope you understand, it’s been a long time coming, It’s for the best, no offence.” As she sang the second chorus she was very close to her rather attractive lead guitarist, her body almost touching his guitar as she leaned in for a kiss but broke away before their lips touched and she went back to the middle of the stage. She danced around with one of the other band members during the guitar solo. Once the show was over she thanked everyone for watching before heading over to the bar for a drink, of course she never drank alcohol so she had water, had to take care of her throat. She looked at the person she’d sat beside, “Hi, I’m Tyler.” It was obvious that she was partially out of breath from jumping around so much.

The title of my husband’s second book of poetry - the closest I’ll get to tattooing his name on my body, even after ten years of marriage.