Lil Peep Inspired Tattoos Novels & Stories

he asked. “My name is Lil—” I glimpsed a tattoo right above his sleeve line, “This is going to sound weird, but— Is it ok if I touch you?” I nervously asked him. “Yea, sure... I guess that's fine,” he mumbled. Slowly I shifted his t-shirt sleeve, revealing the rest of the tattoo to me. It was a tattoo of a crescent moon, with what seems to be a hidden message or an ancient language written on the inside of it. I swiftly pulled away in fear, because I recognized this strange symbol, I have dreamt of this crescent, night after night as a child watching over my dreams in a third person's perspective.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

Gigi giggled. "Well, I would show you my tattoo but it is located in a private place, but you can play with your imagination, I swear to God I have it." It was true. Liz had a One Direction tattoo on her ribs, she did it a night when she was drunk and thought it was the funniest thing ever. No-one stopped her, not even Jayla said a thing, and she was the most responsible of them all.

They all turned their backs while topless. I can say they are "hot" because of the shape of their bodies even with their backs turned. They only put nicknames. Nicknames, age, height, and even blood type are the only information contained there. The tenth picture on the last page grabs my attention. Like the others, it is also topless. It has a tribal tattoo on the waist. The tattoo has almost covered half of its back. I don't know but that body seems familiar to me. I read its information.

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

She could see the details of his tattoos up close: intricate patterns, roses, and script running down his forearms. Victor noticed her looking. “You keep staring at them,” he said softly, a small smile on his lips. “Do they bother you?” Lila shook her head quickly. “No. They’re… interesting.” He extended his arm slightly, letting her see the ink better. “You can touch them if you want.” Lila’s breath caught. She reached out slowly, fingertips lightly tracing one of the dark lines on his forearm. His skin was warm. The contact sent a small shiver through her.