Tattoo Drawings Novels & Stories

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

sagot ni Nena at nagpatuloy sa pagbibigay ng kaaliwan. Sa ilalim ng dim na ilaw ng isang tattoo parlour sa eskinita, umupo si Xandro Chavit sa upuan matapos magpagupit, iniisa-isa ang mga disenyo ng tattoo nang may nakapokus na kalmadong anyo. Huminto siya sa isang dragon na nakapulupot sa apoy, perpekto para sa kanyang likod, saka tinapik ang isang phoenix para sa kanyang kaliwang braso. "Pareho," utos niya, kalmado at matatag ang boses.

The drawings were vivid and artistic but on a closer look, Vivian was able to realize that below the cocoon was actually a caterpillar, she was suddenly interested, her eyes trailed up his back, above the cocoon was a slightly larger drawing, from the distance, Vivian was unable to make out the images in full from the distance where she was standing by the window, so she slowly walked closer seeing him distracted with his hair. She stopped when she came to a point where she could vividly see the tattoo drawings. By now she had realized the tattoos seemed to have something to do with the developments of a butterfly, she was surprised to see that Sebastian actua

My name is Artie. I lived with my family, mom and my dad, in the jungle. We had no neighbors but only listening to the sweet melodious voices of the singing birds from the jungle. I grew up from the house and never moved out. My parents used to tell me I was the only reason for their happiness so I made sure to keep them smiling. I was a type of girl who liked watching fantasies so I always wished to make the impossible possible. One day on my birthday, dad asked me to make a wish. I just told them I wanted a tattoo on my thigh instead. My mom scolded me for asking such a stupid thing on my day but it's what I wanted.

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

I missed mine and Wesly's privacy, and I missed Jordan's sweetness awfully badly. Before we got up to shower, he reached over and opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a sketch pad. I hadn't even seen him put away. He removed his arm from under my neck and opened the pad. Inside were his sketches. He flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. It was beautiful, and I knew it was for me. "Danny suggested I draw a larger tattoo to go over my girl to help cover the scar. She will always be there, just we will be beside her."

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

He took my notebook, the one filled with my messy, embarrassed scribbles. He didn't mock the shaky handwriting or the flipped letters. Instead, he flipped to a fresh page. He began to draw. I watched his hand. His fingers were long, the tattoos on his knuckles shifting as he moved the pen with a grace I could only dream of. He drew a perfect diagram of the architecture I was struggling with. Every line was straight. Every node was precise.

I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them. My breathing hitches when the next drawing comes into view, a young man and a child, the man has green drawings across his body and I gasp, running my finger down the man before running over the words written on the top. Daddy and I. I feel my fingers clench around the page as tears gather in my eyes while I stare at the drawing, long and hard, silently trying to figure out how the boy knows about his dad having tattoos littering his arm. A small hand covers my big one and pulls the page away from me. “I didn't mean to steal that picture, I just. . . I wanted to look, mummy.” Archer says and

The tattoo took almost an hour to be done and then, I got a chance to see it, it was a drawing of my messy hair that I haven't been able to clean up and stretch at the hair salon. "I'm finally convinced. You're crazy to put this on your body, Hunter. I thought tattoos should mean something to you not just ordinary things you see sometimes." I bluntly called him out. "You're so mean, Sheldon. You know this is permanent. You can't expect me to clean it up right now. What's done is done. All you gotta do is just love it as it is." He grumbled. "Fine, it's not so bad for an artist who paints about his sexual fantasies in nightclubs and then paints about love and harmony at the mall. Not bad at a