breast cancer tattoos

Strange occurrences arrive, the terrifying world merges with the Real World. Humans fall from the top of the food chain to the bottom. In a single night, humans become the blood food of these evil spirits. In times of desperation, those with tattoos gain power beyond imagination from their patterns. They are called Life Pattern Masters. Some have inscribed Buddha, using Buddha's Radiance to protect a city. Some have inscribed executioners, cutting down countless Evil Spirits. Lin Yuan, once struggled for three years in the world after the doomsday arrived, suddenly traverses back to before the apocalypse. In this lifetime, he is determined not to be an ordinary person. Thus, he inscribes the entire Underworld onto his life. Black and White Impermanence. Ox Head and Horse Face. Four Great Judges. Ten Yama Kings. Ksitigarbha, Ghost Catcher Zhong Kui. Emperor Fengdu. Lord of Mount Tai. ........

"Cutie, I'm starting to like you" What started off as an unexpected guest gradually became so much more. Darren Chu is under house arrest and fretting with a desire to win his case when a man came knocking on his door for a place to stay. “Cutie, I got this. What do you take me for?” Timothee William is flirty, shameless, and sexy. He’s got this laid back aura and mouth-watering winks but a trashy mouth. It definitely didn't help that he was full of hot curses and mind-bending, lust-raising, sexy tattoos that obscure Darren’s view from what he should be really worrying about. When it came to the day he has to choose, he was torn and yet he was moved. A character for a character. A man for a man. A challenge for a challenge. A love for hate and a prince for a prince. Will Darren be able to overcome things thrown in his way? Or will he find comfort in someone he did not expect?

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he specialized in tattooing sinister designs. Tattooing, an ancient art, has flowed silently through the ages. In ancient times it was called "mo" (墨, ink), referred to in classical texts as "ni" (涅) - the process of embedding ink beneath the skin's surface with needles to create permanent patterns. For over 2,000 years in China, people have adorned their bodies with auspicious floral tattoos for blessings and spiritual protection. But there exists another kind of tattoo - one intertwined with the occult and dark arts. These are said to possess mysterious powers: warding off evil, changing fortunes, attracting wealth, enhancing romance, and ensuring safety. The world knows them as the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. Around these enigmatic yin-yang tattoos begins a thrilling tale brimming with vivid stories. What hidden secrets and forbidden knowledge lie concealed within? Where will these dark designs lead their bearers...

Earth, 22nd Century The incurable cancer that served as a nightmare for people one century ago is now just a rare but curable disease. With the world’s development, there are now cures for all types of cancer. The Earth is now a planet with no more people suffering from cancer. Except for Zen. Diagnosed with a mutated cancer that was the only one of its kind at an early age, he sank in despair. That was until an opportunity which turned his curse into a blessing presented itself. What power would Zen gain from the disease that plagued him since his childhood? *** The art is not mine, all credits to the original artist.

​"In the heart of Tokyo, a hidden truth is spreading like a malignant 'Cancer' through the veins of the city. Naea is a brilliant surgeon dedicated to saving lives at any cost. Akira is a fearless prosecutor or a secret and desperate agent determined to bring justice to the courtrooms, no matter the risk. ​When their paths cross in a web of medical malpractice and legal conspiracies, they discover a secret that threatens to consume them both. In a world where every smile hides a secret and every truth is a lie, can they stop the disease within before it's too late? ​LOVE. LIES. AND THE DISEASE WITHIN."

It's the year 3045 and the entire world is shrouded in a deadly fog. To escape its grasp, people flocked to New York where the fog couldn't penetrate. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked in the once bustling city. In this morally grey society, cunning, influence, and aspirations dictate this shattered world. With a diverse group of characters each pursuing their own ambitions, there is a variety of personalities to connect with as their narratives unravel, leading to an inevitable conclusion.

In an ancient village, there lived a mysterious tattoo artist who not only held an exceptional inking skill but controlled numerous unspoken magical powers. His name resonated only amongst the cobblestone path and rustic houses. His existence was like his tattoo parlor, nestled right in the midst of the village, yet radiating an aura of mystery, brimming with the unknown and the astonishing. The village leader was the wealthiest man decorated with the gem of his life, his beautiful wife. They seemingly had everything, yet were perpetually troubled by their childlessness. Under this circumstance, a mysterious tattoo story unfolded. The village leader's wife sought out the tattoo artist, pleading for his special power to help her conceive. As the tattoo of the Guanyin was etched onto the wife's skin, the magic sprang, stunning everyone: Not long after, the wife was remarkably pregnant. However, life is always filled with joys and sorrows. Tragically, she died during childbirth, leaving only a newborn baby girl. The village leader, stricken with the loss of his beloved, wallowed in overwhelming grief. Fortuitously, comforted and assisted by the tattoo artist, he slowly stepped out from the agony, striving to raise their daughter.

Five years after marrying my dream girl, her first love came back into the picture. The good news? I won five million dollars. The bad news? I was diagnosed with cancer and didn't have long to live. No chance to enjoy my newfound wealth. In the less than three months I had left, I played the role of the perfect husband and father every single day. But I still lost to her first love, Not only did he steal my wife's heart, but even my daughter wanted to call him 'Dad'. Right up until I left this world. My dream

After my husband's business went bankrupt, I received a late-stage breast cancer diagnosis. To raise money for treatment, I sold all my jewelry and clothes, and even borrowed $100,000. When I returned home, I noticed a string of numbers had appeared above my husband's head. Every time he spent money on another woman, the number above his head would increase by one. As I watched the numbers above his head constantly increasing, I realized his bankruptcy was just a lie! He had his arm around my cousin's shoulders, his face animated with excitement. "Don't worry, once that bitch is dead, I'll buy you a huge diamond ring!" But what he didn't know was— The one with breast cancer was him!

After the gods leave the center island, they arrive upon Cancer Island: a cold, broken land of cracked shores, silent forests, drowned hearths, and ancestral stones buried beneath frost. The island does not need conquest. It needs restoration. Ten Norse gods divide the wounded island between them, each shaping a sacred domain from what the old world left behind. Odin raises the high places of memory, where ravens circle above rune-stones and the people learn to keep names from vanishing. Frigg lights the first hearths, teaching families that shelter is a sacred duty. Loki brings movement to the stiff places, filling his domain with riddles, firelight, masks, and useful mischief. Freyja plants beauty into the cold, creating a golden valley of love, longing, art, and desire. Tyr sets law-stones in open fields, where every promise must stand beneath the sky. Thor builds a storm-hardened land of strong roofs, heavy beams, full tables, and thunder-blessed homes. Baldr opens a peaceful domain of clean light, white flowers, calm water, and gentle order. Heimdall raises gates, bridges, and watchtowers, teaching the people the sacred difference between welcome and boundary. Njord restores the harbors, filling the coasts with boats, nets, tide songs, and safe returns. Last, Hel opens the quiet under-halls, where death is not feared, but remembered with dignity. Across one hundred years, Cancer Island becomes a living world of clans, hearths, sea-roads, vows, gardens, halls, ancestors, and sacred daily life. The people do not build armies. They build homes. They do not seek war. They seek belonging. But as each domain reaches fullness, the gods begin to notice a silence beneath the island’s beauty. The houses are warm. The fields are fed. The harbors return their boats. The dead are honored. The children already born are loved. Yet no new life has entered the wombs of the island for five years. At first, each god sees the silence only within their own domain. But as the pattern spreads across memory halls, hearth rooms, love gardens, storm houses, sea docks, and burial stones, Cancer Island begins to feel less like a restored home and more like a cradle waiting for something it cannot summon. And beneath the completed island, something ancient begins to stir.