Poison Ivy Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

She hadn't realized that I was staring at her, she was too concentrated on the tattoo. Did she see this somewhere? Fuck, did she know what it represents? "Ivy?" Hearing my voice snapped her back to reality. She blinked a few times before staring at me, "sorry, I zoned out." "I could tell," I muttered, staring at her closely. She took a deep breath before flashing me a clearly fake smile, "I was thinking about something. Never mind." "About my tattoo?" I asked, showing her the tattoo representing the Italian mafia clearly, "this one? Have you ever seen this anywhere before?"

“I mean, not exactly like the movie, but – basically, everything I love. Look.” He pointed to the inside of his forearm, where there were four tattoos in a line. The first was a cursive word that looked like ‘Zoso,’ whatever that meant. The second was three ovals arranged in a triangle with a circle through them. Another had three overlapping circles, and the final one was a circle with what looked like a feather inside. “Led Zeppelin IV,” he said, quite seriously. “Greatest rock album of all time.” “What about the Beatles?” “Got them here, too,” and he pulled up his t-shirt sleeve and pointed to a tattoo of the band’s name in the world-famous font that everybody knew.

I say to him and he gasps quietly. "That was smooth. Does that mean I can get something dirty?" "No, I'm not letting your first tattoo be something like that." "Please can I get and arrow pointing to my ass?" "No way! Nathan would kill me!" I laugh and Cole pouts. "Okay, what about this one?" He says as he points to a vine of roses that would stretch across his lower back. "I like it, I think you should get that one." "Can I get yours and Nathan's initials on it?"

She said confusing us further "We are getting tattoos. We all have physical scars on our body. Violet, you have the scar you got as a kid, just above your breast. Cara, the scar you refused to talk about on your stomach. Fiona, I remember a prominent scar between your breasts. We are going to cover it up" She explained I was marvelled by the amount of thinking she has put into this "With what inscription?" Violet asked "I'm thinking something feministic, something about ourselves" Danielle said "Love" Cara said

I have explained. “When did you get them?” He asked as his fingers traced the tribal tattoo on my spine. “On my 24th birthday.” I smiled. "What does it mean?" I hummed. “I don't know. I just thought it looked cool, plus Darius' beta mate encouraged me to do it. She said and I quote – tattoos add to your personality, make you look tougher and scarier.” I chuckled at what the girl said. "However, I'm not sure, but I like it."

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

"I know the group I am in only want cooperations to transport supplies while they give you part of the supplies, but I want something more permanent. I want to join your base." His gaze moved between Ivy and Darren. "You both look strong. You've got weapons. You've obviously survived this long for a reason. I think following people like you would be a good choice." As he spoke, Desmond rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and folded his arms across his chest. The movement immediately revealed something on both of his forearms. A tattoo. A black snake. The moment Ivy saw it, her pupils contracted. Her entire body stiffened. The memories flooded back instantly.

“Well then I’m going to get a big ass neck tattoo!” He immediately started choking on his bite of lobster and had to spit it into his napkin. “What?!” “Yeah. I was thinking of getting an owl right here,” I told him, touching the base of my neck. “The eyes would be right here, and the wings would go over my breasts. It would have a shackle around its leg with the ball being my belly button. What do you think? Pretty awesome, right?” He downed another glass of wine. “Y-yeah. Pretty awesome.”

He had caught a glimpse of the root tattoo on the young lady's neck, and hers seemed bigger, and it extended to her hand. Now, up close, he was sure she had more tattoos underneath her little dress. "I come in peace, Thana, and..." "Thana," Ivy chuckled and brought out a cigarette. She lit it and took a drag from it, blowing it into the air. "Who the fuck is that?"

Richard asked, watching me with discerning eyes. I brought out my phone and visualized an image to him. He glared at it, and seemed flummoxed. “Is this what you want to get?” He stumbled, yet to retract from his confusion. I nodded. “Yeah. I want that name tattooed on my chest and her image drawn in my abdomen…” “You mean you want the name ‘Ivy’ tattooed on your chest and the picture of this same woman tattoed in your abdomen?” Richard spoke up immediately, intruding in my words.