Bee Hive Tattoo Ideas の小説・ストーリー

Something about the adrenalin of the tattoo gun I guess. I did get a tattoo added for Roxie in the end. It took me a while to think about what I wanted but in the end I had a twisting, mixed up lightning bolt. Not a cheesy, pointy outline, but the crackling, thin shards that splinter across a dark sky. It is on the side of my ribs, surrounded by the constellations of the Fyrestone compound.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, Destiny stared at the lines on her body. Her mother's tattoo had been more like a maze, lines ran apart from each other, but always running parallel. Hers were more floral. It looked like vines had grown all over her body. It gracefully followed the curve of her hips and breast. Likewise, it ran double helices down the sides of her legs and her spine. It flowered up at the base of her neck and was embedded with lotus blossoms. Normally, she wasn't into flowery designs, but this tattoo was fascinating, there was something powerful, mystical about it. They looked more like tribal flowers rather than Hawaiian shirt flowers. That would have been very un

Its body was coiled around the dove, not constricting, but rather embracing it. The stake that pierced the dove's heart was adorned with a delicate filigree, resembling the threads of a DNA helix. As you gazed closer, the tattoo revealed more nuances. The dove's wings seemed to morph into tendrils, while the cobra's scales appeared to shift into molecular structures.

"So, what did you do for Christmas?" Bear held out his arm and showed off the fresh ink running down his forearm, a new section of his intricate tribal tattoo. In the center was a hockey stick and puck, seamlessly incorporated into the design. Adrien laughed. "That's the shit, man. Awesome. And just think, you didn't even want to be on the team." I glanced over at Bear. "Didn't even want to be on the team? That's crazy. You're like… outstanding."

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

I'm sure it has nothing to do with Honey because he always assured me I didn't have to fall for the girls' tricks about guilting me into an agreement, in fact he offered to talk about it with them, to stop making me so uncomfortable with their relentless begging. But I'm one of the trio, so I understand them better than anyone. They just want the entire quorum to be there because each one of us know we're gonna have so much fun with each other's company. Hence the yes. Honey must have felt so guilty with his daughter and granddaughter's behaviour that he mentioned about the reward I hadn't thought about redeeming in the next few months; a ticket to Jakarta. It's spring right now which is the

He quickly called an ambulance to take him to the hospital. While the crowd was trying to leave, Bevis happened to see something that made him dumbfounded. Bevis's tired gaze drifted over to Finn's hand. It has a special tattoo on it. It's a dragon head tattoo. This is the identity of the senior members of the BT organization. Bevis knows this.

He pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the back of Finn's neck, then to his shoulder blade, then to the small honeybee tattoo on his left ass cheek. Finn let out a breathless laugh. "You found my bee." "I noticed it the first time you walked into my booth," Thomas murmured against his skin. "I thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen." Finn turned his head, his green eyes meeting Thomas's over his shoulder. The look in them was open and warm and burning with desire. "Then fuck me, Thomas. Show me what those big, steady hands can really do."

Then he gestured his hand towards our back. "I'm Thunder." Then she leaned on the wall. "I'm Boston." I took a glance at the guy who talked to Rhyme earlier. A tattooed man. He shifted his position, then he pointed his shoulder. He shoved his black shirt to show me his BRIT tattoo, the fifth that I saw in his skin based on my quick count as I scanned his arms. I was stunned after realizing that Rhyme also had that on his wrist. But the guy named Boston had it in his right arm and it was bigger. I nodded to myself.

What was even more terrifying was that countless translucent bees were buzzing within the containers. They had no wings or mouths, so they closer resembled wisps of distorted souls as they swirled rapidly around the blurry humanoid mass, greedily feeding on it. My mother's voice echoed behind me, cold and indifferent. "Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry."