Poison Ivy Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't know his thoughts on it. I personally thought it would be good to at least have a pack tattoo. There was pride in wearing your pack on your skin. But I didn't know how it would go over with the mothers and their children. Not to mention, all those who were adults would need to get one if we were starting them, and I did not know if that was possible. I knew you could make ink out of any plant. If we used ink made of wolfsbane, it might work. Though wolfsbane could be lethal, I didn't know if it would work. We would not be ingesting it, just placing it under the skin. It would stay, but whether it wouldn't weaken us was the question.

The other guy also has a shady face but unlike the other guy, he only had one tattoo on his neck which was something like a viper riding a bike, a really weird choice if a tattoo. I turned to the guy with a million tattoos and asked him if he knew anyone who sells poison and surprisingly he answered me and said that I should go straight and then I’ll see a yellow door. He also said when I get there, I should say the code word that was given to me three times.

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?"

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

The door to his room was half open and I could see him changing, he was muttering something while undoing his shirt and revealing my greatest desire, I stood there, my body leaned against the door frame as I cross my arm and look at his perfect muscled body, His back was facing me as he rummaged through the closet to find a t-shirt, my lips voluntarily curved as I imagine my lips on those babies, Without any layer not only I could see the perfect mysteries but now his tattoo was also fully exposed, I drool my eyes at the first tattoo he had on his shoulder blades; two wings, one broken, the other hand stitches to support it, there was a phrase written in cursive that said " Love cures Poison

"Which warehouse? There are hundreds of warehouses at the dock!" "The one with this symbol on it! That–that's our stronghold. He's probably there..." One of them rolled up his sleeve and showed me his tattoo. Each gang had a unique pattern for marking territory and their goods. It was unlikely for two different gangs to have identical tattoos. "Thanks. Now you two go get some rest." I punched the back of their heads, and they immediately passed out from the force. I took out the last oblivion potion I had and waved it under their noses. Ordinary people would fall asleep peacefully until the next day and forget what had happened the night before.

As the warm water sprayed on her body, Evie suddenly felt something sharp on her upper left back before it became itchy. Evie frowned while scratching the area, but it suddenly felt like burning. She quickly finished her bath so she could check. After showering, she stepped out of the glass case, into the carpeted floor to walk towards the floor-length mirror to look at it. To her surprise, her upper left back was bleeding. It was burning, and itchy that she grabbed a smaller towel to wipe the blood so she could check what happened. Her upper left back was where her tattoo of the symbol of Gemini was. She wondered if it got infected or something.

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.

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.