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Tattoo

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cyberpunk science-fiction

People use tattoos as visible expressions of experience and aspiration; declarations to the world, sometimes hidden, always there. 
But what if your tattoos could do more, could remake desire into apparent reality - let you reinvent yourself as anyone, or anything?(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs

cyberpunk science-fiction

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The Dreamers (Editing) by BriannaAverett

I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.

Pjo/Hoo Soulmate Au by ChildOfHypnos

When you are born you have a tattoo to represent your soulmate. More tattoos are added to it as your soulmate grows and does things that affect their life, this makes it easier for people to tell their soulmate apart from the rest. [I posted this story on my old wattpad account but I am republishing it here] (I own none of these characters, they belong to Rick Riordan)

Fernweh {Discontinued} by OnceUponThisTime

That feeling of just wanting to drop everything and leave it all behind. Beware of it. You might lose what can't be returned. You might want your reality back. You might regret the consequences to come. But don't be afraid. Change brings good and bad. It will open doors and seal others. What you do with that opportunity is your choice and only yours. So, beware that longing or if you can't, embrace what is to come. For what is to come is everything you wanted and everything you feared.

Scarlett's Phoenix✔ by BriBillau

"It isn't girly, I think it's really sweet." She said with a grin. "Maybe you should add some color to yours." I suggested, tracing her spine with my fingertips, I felt her shiver against my hand. "I've thought about it." She whispered huskily, running her hands along my biceps. "What would you recommend?" She traced my chest with her lips. I sighed and closed my eyes. "Red seems to suit you." I wrapped my fist in her blood red, hair and tilted her head up so her eyes were on mine. I brushed her nose with mine and pressed my forehead against hers. ------------------------ People say tattoos are stories that we can't put into words, unexplained outlets of emotions. Phoenix and Scarlett. So different yet so similar. What will happen when this undiscovered gem unexpectedly meets a mysterious tattooed man? Will they finally be able to reveal themselves to someone else? Or are they just tricking themselves into believing anyone can understand them? Completed~4/11/16-9/18/16~

Captured for Eternity by realredstories1

Who wouldn't want to relive their most cherished memories? That's just one of the many perks offered by the newly introduced brain implants. These revolutionary devices allow users to access their favorite moments with vivid clarity, providing a sensory experience like no other. But these implants do more than just replay memories. They soon begin to replace smartphones, TVs, and computers, becoming the all-in-one technology that people can't live without. Imagine being able to communicate instantly, browse the internet, watch your favorite shows, and even work, all through a seamless interface directly in your mind. However, as with any powerful technology, there are hidden implications and potential risks. What are the ethical concerns of having such intimate access to one's thoughts? How will privacy be maintained in a world where every thought can be accessed or potentially manipulated? As society adjusts to this groundbreaking technology, the story explores not just the incredible benefits, but also the profound questions and challenges that arise. What else does this remarkable implant offer, and at what cost?

A Work of Art by Seren_ica

The advent of cybernetic technology has not been kind to 2400s America. While other countries have thrived, America has plummeted. The thin veneer of order and equality has been disposed of; the current rule of the land is survival of the richest. Everything is commercialized, be it gender identity, legal repercussions, or what cyber implants you have under your skin. Being able to survive in America as one of the countless many laborers is an art form. And Reikas would dub himself an auteur. Reikas is a young man with dreams and an ego large enough to fill in the gaps his inexperience leaves. He seeks to stake his claim in the one place The Man can not censor; public property graffiti. The climb to the top isn't the safest, however. As he ventures into the world, he must take a look at his friends and himself and ask: What would you sacrifice to achieve your goals? (hi this is my first story c: I have no idea what I'm doing, this is mostly just me writing for fun. Some chapters have smut. Have fun and please tell me you like it I need validation please)

The First by NaySaysHEY

What if everything you knew was stripped away from you in an instant, and replaced with something you only knew in your nightmares? What if you had the chance to change the world? What if you became the first... Only known by the symbol § I would do it. Hell... I did do it. And damn... That was a struggle.

Six Bullets For John Carter by chadeagleton

In the future, thieves don't steal your identity, they steal you. The man didn't care who a client wanted or why, as long as they could pay. He buried his conscience under a mountain of wealth and there it stayed...until he agreed to grow the blonde from Alpha Centauri... Burned by a powerful client, the man fled Mars for the free cities, the anarchist encampments along the Kuiper Belt, and the black market strongholds secreted in the Oort Cloud. But now he's tired of running. A slice-and-splice job has given him a new face and new body, but the rewrite will kill him in a matter of days. He's got a powerful gun, but the weapon only came with six bullets. He's sacrificing everything for revenge, but what will it get him? A violent and philosophical cyberpunk novella.

The Evergreen Lion by fflg14

"Do you ever think the world would be different without you or me in it?" I ask him. "Yeah the world would be different without you in it. Without you, there would be no us, and I don't think I could live without an us." He replies. "But if I wasn't in this world, you wouldn't know that I was missing." I tell him. "Maybe I wouldn't know it, but I would feel that half of me wasn't there. I would feel it."

Disbelief by QuietlyExists

Soulmates, we're always told we have one but I haven't been so sure I do. I mean I did get my tattoo and it hasn't disappeared yet, meaning they aren't dead. I guess believing in something like that takes a lot of effort. When you first touch your soulmate (Skin to skin contact) your tattoo turns a solid color. That color is the most important color in your life at the moment you touched. In this world, there's a system to tell who your soulmate is. Nobody remembers how it happened but, one day people started getting these tattoos on their right wrist. These tattoos are a basic shape that resembles your soulmate's hair. The shape is filled in completely by the color of your soulmate's hair as well. In the center of the tattoo, there are 1-5 objects. Those objects describe what your soulmate loves to do. The shape of my tattoo always fascinated me but I've never been able to put it into words. My tattoo shape is an upside-down half-circle if instead of the bottom part being flat, it opens and curves outwards. In the center of my tattoo was a volleyball, it always was a volleyball, it's never changed once. You see naturally, people tend to change hobbies, but whoever my soulmate was, they didn't change theirs, I never changed mine either which is fascinating. The color of my tattoo is a chocolaty brown. (This story is in Y/n's POV....mainly)

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The Dreamers (Editing) cover

Pjo/Hoo Soulmate Au cover

Fernweh {Discontinued} cover

Scarlett's Phoenix✔ cover

Captured for Eternity cover

A Work of Art cover

The First cover

Six Bullets For John Carter cover

The Evergreen Lion cover

Disbelief cover

The Dreamers (Editing)

I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.