Detailed black ink drawing on paper of an Anubis figure with skulls, snakes, bat wings, an ankh and lotus flowers, shown as a tattoo design with no body placement.

Anubis with skulls and lotus flash design

Black and grey · Flash

A detailed pen drawing on white paper of a jackal-headed Anubis figure wearing a striped nemes headdress and a broad collar with an ankh. Skulls, coiled snakes, bat wings, lotus flowers and a pyramid with an eye fill the background and edges of the composition. The linework uses dense hatching and stippled shading in black and grey, with several black markers resting on a red surface beside the sheet.

Skull Snake Lotus Ankh Pyramid Eye Headdress

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Keeper Thomas Ferrier had climbed the same sixty-two steps of the Skerry Light for nineteen winters, and he could tell by the smell of the sea when a wreck was coming. That night the wind came off the Atlantic thick with weed, and the brass bell on the gallery began to ring by itself, twice, then once more, as if someone outside had knocked to be let in.

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On the landing he found a rowing boat dragged up the slip, empty but for a canvas roll and a sodden cloth. Inside the roll was a drawing of a jackal-headed man in a striped headcloth, holding a pair of scales. Skulls lay stacked at his feet like lobster pots, and lotus blooms opened along the edges of the sheet. Someone had pricked a fine line through the paper with a compass point, and it ran straight out towards the rock where the light stood.

He carried the sheet up under his oilskin and laid it on the lamp room table. Each time the lens swept past every eleven seconds, the ink of the bat wings seemed to tremble, and he understood that the picture was not a god at all but a ledger. Every ship the light had failed to warn was drawn in small and neat, and beside each one was a name he recognised from the parish board.

At dawn the fog lifted and the bell fell silent. Ferrier tore the wet sheet along the pricked line, burned the lower half in the stove, and kept the rest in his coat. That night he trimmed the wick himself and kept the beam turning until the last trawler came round the point with its lantern swinging and every man aboard was still breathing.