Tattoo Behind Ear Ideas Novels & Stories

"You can have as many as you fucking like, Aaro. I am getting a tattoo today." "Can I get one too?" she asked softly. I nodded. "Want to get one for your sister?" By the end of the afternoon, she had three piercings in her ear and a small tattoo that said ERO on the inside of her upper arm. The tattoo guy had given her several options, but she said all the letters needed to be in caps. Which you don’t usually do with a name, but fuck it if that’s what my girl wants then that's what she gets.

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

It was beautiful and so captivatingly dangerous. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, and my breath caught. There was another tattoo high on his chest, near his collarbone. It looked like writing in a language I didn’t understand—maybe Russian—all sharp, elegant lines. But the most striking one was on his back. It wasn't fully visible; a large portion of it, running down his spine, was covered by what looked like… newer skin? It was smoother, shinier, as if it had been sealed over on purpose. The parts I could see were dark and complex, like the edges of a massive, hidden wing or a broken symbol. The mystery of it made me desperately curious. What tattoo did he have on his back and why d

the tattoo artist asked, and Athena was thoughtful for a few seconds. "Here," she moved the hair that covered her neck. "Behind my ear, make it small but with every stroke quite detailed." "Won't it hurt her?" the Italian asked the man. "It will be slight, you will only feel discomfort or some itching," the tattoo artist explained, preparing his equipment of tools. "Good, proceed." The penetrating aroma of the ink permeated the tattoo studio while Athena settled into the chair, slightly nervous. The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear.

Tattoos also climbed up the front of my chest, delicate chains and flowing script, each one carefully placed and chosen with Josh in mind, trailing up toward my neck as if to draw his eyes to me. Beneath my breasts, along the soft curve of my ribcage, more designs sprawled across my skin, his initials hidden within the delicate swirls. But they were nothing compared to the larger designs, which were my biggest secret. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder. There it was. A massive tattoo of Josh’s face stared back at me, stretched across my back from shoulder to shoulder. Every detail was there, every line and shadow etched into my skin, as if Josh were watching me even n

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

I can feel the smirk on his face pressing into my jaw. He had my back facing the mirror and I turn my head, my face smushed into his, cheek to cheek. I see a big ass bite mark on my back! It went from shoulder to shoulder and dips down in between my shoulder blades, like the bottom half of a circle. There was a big dark green toothprint on my right shoulder with three smaller tooth marks and some type of lavender angel figure in the middle? I'm not sure, followed by three small black marks and a large black toothprint on my left shoulder. It looks like a tricolor tattoo of a beastly bite mark and I kinda like it. It looks as if it's healing.

chest rising in a calm rhythm like he was meditating, not surrounded by criminals. Speaking of his tattoos, he's got the weirdest tats I have seen on any guy. His back bore the most outrageous tattoos in the history of tattoos. His back looked like someone had lost a wrestling match with a possessed octopus holding a tattoo gun. From shoulder to shoulder, the ink sprawled like a chaotic crime scene—tribal swirls, demonic curls, and angry squiggles that might’ve once meant something, but now just screamed, “I don’t pay taxes and I bite.”

“I'll leave you two to catch up now. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about.” She excused herself immediately, and I only waited till she was out of earshot before I turned to face Tiva. “Well, well,, well.” I called out slowly. “If it isn't our survivor?” “Don't you think that would make for a badass tattoo ?” I didn't miss the grin on her face. If someone else saw her right now, no one was going to believe that she'd had an accident. “I would scribble it on my arm, or on my back, my collarbone, or maybe just below my waist. What do you think?”

He asks. I turn around, lifting my hair over my shoulder. I show him the crescent-shaped tattoo behind my ears and the skulls and bones on my back. It's funny how he's staring at me like he doesn't recognise this version of me. He didn't think I had it in me to get tattoos? "Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, my cheeks heating up a little as I hold my discarded shirt to my chest. "It's just... that's... a lot."