Bluey Tattoo Outline 소설 & 이야기

DAHLIA Bringing the cup of milk shakes to my lips, I slowly typed in the words; 'SCORPION'S EYE ORGANIZATION' into the search bar. Biting my lip, I watched several images appear. There were eighteen logos in all. I picked up the card from my desk, gazing at the logo on it.....a scorpion with it's poisonous tail end curved in a perfect arch where a flaming eyeball was located. I shuddered, placing the card on my desk. My gaze rested on the screen of my laptop.

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

Uhh, Clint actually Me: he touched your hair?? Why?? Blue : calm down baby. I don't know why he did it but I like it I sighed and touched the hair Me: well it's nice I massaged her back and she smiled. Then I saw a blue dot behind her neck I touched it Me: what's this Blue dot? Blue : huh, blue dot? Oh my goodness. It's my birth mark Me: what?? You have a weird birth mark?? She sat up and took her hand back and touched it

The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules! Now my long blond hair dyed 'BLUE', was carrying a whole different shade of my personality. I'm not sure yet what part of me it held yet but maybe probably the cold and resilient part, the wavy yet stable part and the undiscovered part, maybe it will be discovered when I finally reach the finish line, the finish line when I avenge my Father's death!. This is the beginning of a whole new ME!. "I AM KA

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.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

malakas na utos ni Urusula sa itim na usok. Ngumisi ang mukha ng itim na usok pagkatapos ay bigla na lamang sumugod sa amin. Ngunit hindi man lang nakalapit sa amin ang usok dahil tila may hindi nakikita na barrier ang humarang sa usok. Napasigaw ang usok na tila ba nasakatan ito kahit na isa lamang itong usok. Nang muling sumugod sa amin ang usok ay magkahawak ang mga kamay na itinaas namin ang aming mga kamay at itinapat sa mukha ng usok. Biglana lamang may lumabas na kulay sky blue sa aming mga noo na galing s amoon tattoo pagkatapos ay itinaboy ang itim na usok. Natalo ang usok at bumalik kay Urusula na siyang may gawa ng kapangyarihang itil na iyon.

Simple. For today, the plan was simple, to get a tattoo on the back maybe on her shoulder blades, something small feminine but cool. It was first and something she was really excited about since she wanted the tattoo on the back, she chose a light yellow playsuit with a button on the back, so when she gets it. It doesn’t become awkward.

The love of my life. Silvy The day after Goof proposed and claimed me he took me to Tank's tattoo shop to get my mark. Was I nervous? Hell yes. I was nervous about the entire process. Tank, bless the gentle giant, let me bring Ant in with us. Ant was a hit at the shop. I was a little worried the receptionist might not give him back. It took Tank forty five minutes to finish the work on my shoulder. According to Goof that is the least sexy part of my body. Did it burn? Sure. But not as bad as I thought it would be. I wanted to see what it looked like. Tank stood me in front of his mirror. It was amazing. It looked my the Renegades emblem with a motorcycle driving through the middle of it. A

I sit down hesitantly, afraid of what he's going to say. "Well, the look I had was a shadow, not clear enough to identify the person." Says he. "Yes, but did you find anything relevant?" I add. "Yes, he had a tattoo." He pauses. "What kind of tattoo?" I say, looking at everyone, unable to decipher their reactions. "A bleeding heart on his back." He says. "What?" says I, startled. Because if he means what I think, we are doomed. "We only know one person with that tattoo," said Jasper.