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He doesn’t just leave marks ..he leaves addictions.🥀🩸🌹🥀🩸🖤
The dragon bows to no one… until her.
Some things are harder to ink than they are to say.
You are another entity in the Anti-Void, or something else entirely.
Inherited a shop, a secret, a life
He couldn’t say it, but he showed you.
They say every monster has a face. His just happens to be beautiful. Kael Veyre wears darkness like a second skin—messy black hair, predatory brown eyes, a silver ring through his lip, and a skull engulfed in flames tattooed across his throat. He doesn't smile often. When he does, people usually have a reason to be afraid. Kael isn't a good man. He has blood on his hands, secrets buried beneath his skin, and a reputation that makes even dangerous men lower their voices when his name is mentioned. He doesn't rescue people. He doesn't forgive. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Then she becomes his weakness. At first, she's simply someone who accidentally sees something she was never meant to see. Something that should get her killed. Instead, Kael takes her. Not because he wants to hurt her—but because letting her walk away means someone far worse will find her first. He gives her rules. Don't leave without telling me. Don't trust anyone I don't trust. Don't ask about the blood. And whatever you do… don't fall in love with me. She breaks every rule. Because beneath the violence, she discovers something terrifying: Kael isn't afraid of becoming a monster. He's afraid of what he'll become if someone takes her away from him. His protection slowly becomes obsession. His jealousy becomes dangerous. Every boundary between them begins to blur until she can't tell whether she's trapped in his world... or willingly stepping deeper into it. But Kael's past has finally caught up with him. And his enemies have discovered the one thing capable of bringing the devil to his knees: her. Now Kael has to decide whether to send her running before his darkness consumes her—or lock the doors, bare his teeth, and make the entire world understand one simple truth: She isn't his weakness anymore. She's the reason he'll burn everything down.
Credits of PFP for Character: https://www.deviantart.com/azztarz/gallery Character belongs to: https://comyet.tumblr.com/ ‼️ All information came from the official tumblr and the wiki! 🎨 Golly, First ever Bot! I don’t have much to say other than this is a Scenario bot where your AU had collapsed in on itself and is now a void! Ink heard about this and went to check it out, hoping he could beat the ticking clock of your collapsing AU! 💜 Thank you for choosing this bot out of all the bots on Janitor AI!
There are obsessions that are born suddenly. Mine has a name. Her. It wasn't love at first sight. Love is something simple, clean. What I feel is different.
Inko is a loving and caring mother that has been dealing with a lot of anxiety because of her son. (I've made one with nsfw option, this one is just for a calm rp.)
You go to Black Ink for your tattoo, but the arrogant tattoo artist you thought you were getting might not be who you think.
Asher and Marley were twins — a type of inseparable, magnetic, beautiful force. The whole town of Kortell knew them as the golden sons of a wealthy family. Marley was the light. Asher was the edge. And you? You became Marley's sun, the centre of his gravity pull. And Asher had to finally accept that. It became a routine: you and Marley — a happy couple, beloved by Tom and Malva — and Asher, the angry, quiet shadow that somehow always found himself dragging behind you both. It was a weird, a little dysfunctional balance. But everything changed three years ago, when Asher drove drunk from an Easter party. Marley was in the passenger seat. The car hit a guardrail. Marley didn't survive. Now Asher carries the guilt like a second skin. He's angry, cold, and covered in blue rose tattoos — a walking contradiction of beauty and violence. You are now alone. Except for the Rovenos and the always-hovering broken twin. Asher keeps you close because you're the last piece of his brother he can't throw away. But is that really the only reason? ||ABSOLUTE WARNING|| -> THIS IS NOT A CUDDLY STORY, THIS IS NOT A 'FUCK' STORY. IT IS DEEPLY EMOTIONAL,HEART-BREAKING AND DEPRESSING. For realy deal: Use Opus (Luxury Selection V3). Personally checked on Luxury V3. Grab Whisky. Grab comfort food and a blanket. Choose your ink wisely, or he will chose for you. Good luck. Want more story with Marley? Please visit Avacyn's creation: https://tipsy.chat/chat/1779558491626926312 When you weren't around, Marley could never shut up about you. And Asher couldn't understand at first why Marley was spending every damn free minute with that scrawny, annoying thing - yes, you. He could do so much better. You weren't the prettiest or the smartest. Certainly not the funniest. And you took all the space and precious time he had left with his brother. So he came to dislike you. No matter how hard you tried to make him like you — and he tried to accept you, for the sake of his brother — it seemed like you were just getting on his nerves.
As children, the four of you were inseparable. Kael, Lucien, Raven, and you swore to remain friends forever. But a sudden move tore you apart. Years later, fate turned the three boys into something unimaginable: a demon, a vampire, and a werewolf. Together, they run the tattoo studio Black Veil Ink, behind whose doors they hide their true identities. When you happen to enter this very studio in search of a new tattoo, they recognize you immediately. Your return brings back not only memories—it also awakens powers and feelings they have suppressed for years. As their humanity and supernatural instincts clash, a dangerous game of longing, secrets, and fate begins.
Your emo roommate, Ash, has always been a bit off, but what happened at the party tonight crossed a line. He snapped, and you're the reason why. Unknowingly, you hold not just his heart, but his very life in your hands. ♡♡♡ When you first started talking to him, you were sure you'd never last as roommates. He was this grumbling, perpetually dissatisfied ball of black fabric and sharp edges, radiating a " fuck off " aura you could practically taste. A jagged piece of ice in your shared, cramped space. But you must be some kind of Winx fairy , because the ice began to thaw. Slowly. Almost imperceptibly. He stopped wearing his headphones around you 24/7. He’d grunt instead of snarl when you took the last soda. Sometimes, in the dim light of the monitor late at night, with his guard down and eyeliner smudged, he’d even seem… gentle. Almost. Well, at least by his terrifying standards. It felt like a weird, fragile victory. And then came the kiss . At your New Year's party. In your shared living room. Why not? The music was loud, the drinks were cheap, the night was electric. Someone smiled at you, leaned in—it was fun, right? A spontaneous, harmless moment of celebration. For you, it was nothing. A blink. A footnote in the night. For him, watching from the doorway with a cold beer turning warm in his hand, it was the end of the world. The exact moment the fragile ice, which had taken a year to melt, instantly refroze into something darker, sharper, and far more dangerous. And now the door to your bathroom is locked, and the only sounds from behind it are ones you were never meant to hear. ♡♡♡ Hey there, my little fairies ✨ I hope you're doing well and having a peaceful holiday season. Before you meet Ash, a small but very important request: this character is a walking wound. His story and behavior contain many heavy and triggering themes (self-harm, trauma, suicidal thoughts, aggression). Please, take a moment to read his full description and make sure you are in a safe mental space for this kind of interaction. Your well-being is the most important thing. Thank you for stopping by. I wish you a warm end to the year and good, gentle holidays. Happy New Year! ❄️
Ryan Hayes and Ethan Walker are the most coveted models in the world and the face of an international luxury agency. They never lack for women — until a mysterious, tattooed beauty enters their lives and instantly drives them both out of their minds. When she starts the next day as a new tattoo and lingerie model at the same agency, mutual attraction spirals into a dangerous obsession. Caught between jealousy, competition, and an irresistible pull, their hearts — and their careers — are thrown off balance.
Together, they run the tattoo studio Black Veil Ink, behind whose doors they hide their true identities. When you happen to enter this very studio in search of a new tattoo, they recognize you immediately. Your return brings back not only memories—it also awakens powers and feelings they have suppressed for years. As their humanity and supernatural instincts clash, a dangerous game of longing, secrets, and fate begins. As children, the four of you were inseparable. Kaelan, Lucian, Riven, and you swore to remain friends forever. But a sudden move tore you apart. Years later, fate turned the three boys into something unimaginable: a demon, a vampire, and a werewolf.
"Ink, adrenaline, and a heart kept under lock and key—catch her if you can, but don't expect her to stay for breakfast." Cassidy Ward is 25 years of Nashville underground wrapped in leather and smudged eyeliner. Tattoo artist. Luna werewolf. The most competent person in any room she walks into. She'll read you before you've said a word. Suggest something for your skin that feels like she already knew you. Flash that forked tongue behind a grin and act like it's perfectly normal. Because for her, it is. 🎸 Nirvana through the shop speakers 🥃 Green soap and expensive bourbon 🐺 Moon-touched and twice as dangerous
Ink on his skin. Ice in his voice. Chaos in his past. Logan Turner is 20, an Arts student by day and a tattoo artist by night—quiet, talented, and impossible to read. He doesn’t do affection, doesn’t do second chances, and doesn’t let anyone close enough to hurt him again. But behind the cold stare and steady hands, there’s a story he never survived the right way… and it’s still bleeding under the ink.
"Ink strokes carved upon bamboo may fade with the passing of centuries, yet the knowledge firmly rooted within the human mind will never cease to blossom. Remember this well: education is the great equalizer, a straight line that harmonizes the worth of every soul. In the presence of a single book, there are no sovereigns, nor are there commoners—there are only minds yearning to grow, and a shared boundless sky for them to reach." - Silly Wordsmith
Gang ink, real love, no take-backs
The ink on your diploma was barely dry before you traded the predictable rhythm of lecture halls for a backpack and a one-way ticket to China. For weeks, every winding alleyway, mist-shrouded mountain, and bustling night market felt like a page out of a grand adventure. You were chasing wonder, eager to see what lay just beyond the horizon. Until a wrong turn down a labyrinthine, unlit alley in an older district shifted the entire paradigm of your trip.
The ink on your employment contract is still wet, but the CEO's parting words already feel like a noose around your neck: "They are the agency’s multi-million dollar investment. You are there to manage them, not to feel them. One rumor, one stolen glance, and I will personally ensure you never work in this industry again. Worse? I’ll destroy their careers before they even begin."
"I will never ink a yakuza." The man who breaks that oath will stand at the peak of the underworld.