Bluebird Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

As Elio moved, the phoenix looked like it was about to fly right off his back. The tail of the rainbow phoenix tattoo stretched all the way down his back, hinting that his whole body might be covered in mysterious and strange designs. A girl gasped in amazement, "Wow, look at his back! He's got a huge tattoo, and it's kind of scary!" "This dude's gotta be bad news. Why else would he have a tattoo and one that's so out there?" "You got it. He's got a twisted mind, for sure. I mean, all the tough guys get dragons, tigers, or lions. Why'd he go for a phoenix?"

I half expected it to be tattooed, as well. Brian's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons. The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Brian knew better than to try sitting with Scarlett. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.

The beast who almost managed to entice me into a lap dance that would have been appropriate for a Turkish Nights fantasy. The one with eyes that are as dark as the night sky and as blue as midnight. The black, bleeding ink of his tattoos is almost as stunning as the tattoos themselves. These vivid fever eyes of his are closed, and I wish that they remain closed for the foreseeable future. It is not necessary for them to question me in order for me to comprehend the full and terrifying significance of what has occurred here. His tattoos are quite effective. I immediately identify the American flag that is tattooed on his arm, as well as the fierce eagle that is tattooed on his breast.

He doesn’t respond but swiftly makes a beeline to his office, and I follow him like a lost pup, with no clue what the tattoo means or why it’s such a big deal. When I get to the study, he’s already in front of his computer, typing away with determination. “Shit, this can’t be,” he mutters in disbelief. “What? What can’t be? What’s wrong, Jack? Is the tattoo an issue?” I rush to stand behind him. “This tattoo... it’s popular in Blue Water Pack.” “What? Do you mean Blue Waters Pack?” “The rose on the snake it’s from Blue Waters. The majority of people with this specific tattoo are their spies.”

I placed my fingers on it and I felt a stinging sensation from the touch. Stupefied, I moved closer to the mirror to see what it was. On the spot that connects my neck and my shoulder, a blue glowing bird-like shape with its wings spread wide was visible there, and when I looked closely, I realized that the bird was a phoenix. Being stupefied was an understatement, I was completely amazed. I could fully remember that I didn’t have a tattoo drawn on that spot. Moreover, I don’t have a tattoo drawn on any part of my body, but how this came into being filled me with astonishment.

They played for a bit she sighed dreamily as the Carson, Matthew, and Chuck took off their shirts, a few minutes later Leon, John, William and Blake followed suit, and she couldn't help but smile as she noticed that Carson and Blake had similar eagle’s tattoos on their left shoulders. But she also noticed the black jaguar that ran mid-back on Blake and the lion on Carson.

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

“And that tattoo, of course.” I start visualizing my body with it, and I feel like it would really look good on my thigh. I could get something symbolic. Something that perfectly describes my situation. A bird, to symbolize my freedom, but not just any bird. A phoenix. Rising from my ashes because it’s exactly what I’m starting to do. “Yeah,” I say. “I think it’d look great.”

And I was surprised to learn that he also had a tattoo, because no photo showed it. It was the head of a lion at the top of his forearm, whose design was of black and bluish tones, so that it stood out perfectly on his Caucasian skin. Flynn said he still had plans to get more tattoos, but, like me, he had a formed and irreducible opinion about needles: A pain that could be avoided if it was not caused by a vaccine.