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independence love tattoos

Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if a tattoo told you what to do? Me too. 

I found this idea on an post on social media so I'm not claiming I completely made it up, but I am going to change it so it is more original. I hope you enjoy it.All Rights Reserved

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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)

The Simple Things by HannahOfTheInternet

(Student/Teacher) I am stereotypical. I'm blonde. I'm slutty. I'm a cheerleader. I'm treated like a princess. But have you ever had the revelation that you hated yourself? I assume you haven't. Not many people would ever admit to not being able to stand being themselves. But I embrace it. I can't stand being myself. I don't want to be. Every day, I wished to be someone different. That wish never came true. I wanted to hurt myself, lose myself. And all this changed because I was failing geometry. It all changed because of Evan Schott. ***To be rewritten.Read at your own risk.***

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.

When it Rains and Rains by Holly1136

(A Sequel to A Little Too Late) **Caution: may contain drug references, violence, sex scenes.** How do you go on, when everything you live for in life is gone? How can anything in life make you as happy as that one person made you? Is it even possible to find one tenth of that happiness they gave you once they have left this land? My answer to these questions is you can’t, from my experience is that it’s just not possible. No one knows how it feels. They’ll never understand why I feel the way I feel and why I use pain and pleasure to escape my unwanted pain. They’ll never understand why I tried to leave this world on that day and many other days after that.

Project Infinity by demigod-dreams

If you were given a chance to rewrite your life,would you? •Includes character death •Sci-fi/fantasy/romance genre -All Rights Reserved-

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)

Unique by Rosebud2989

I wasn't born this way I was made this way. What would you do if you were simply unique?

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.

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~

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The Dreamers (Editing) cover

Pjo/Hoo Soulmate Au cover

The Simple Things cover

Fernweh {Discontinued} cover

When it Rains and Rains cover

Project Infinity cover

A Work of Art cover

The First cover

Scarlett's Phoenix✔ 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.