Black script lettering reading Bad Wolf, with a blue TARDIS with a yellow lantern in place of the letter d, tattooed on skin in a lettering style.

Bad Wolf script with a blue TARDIS

Lettering · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo spells the words Bad Wolf in black script lettering, with a blue police box, the TARDIS, drawn in place of the letter d. The TARDIS has a shaded blue wash with lighter mottled areas, a yellow lantern on top and dark outlines. The image is a close, straight-on photo of the tattoo against plain skin.

Lettering Tardis Script Police box Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tinker's cart came down the Greywater road in the second week of frost, pulled by no horse, and the wheelwright's boy swore it had no wheels either. Nobody in Hollin Vale had seen a box so tall and so blue. It stood at the crossroads with a yellow lantern on its roof like a crown somebody had forgotten to take off, and the dogs would not go near it.

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The innkeeper's widow at the ford read the words first. They had appeared overnight on every milestone from the salt marsh to the castle gate, in curling black letters the rain would not wash away: Bad Wolf. Her grandmother had told her that a wolf was a debt that came back to collect itself, and that the old king's huntsmen had once hanged a carter for speaking the name aloud on a market day.

When the blue door opened, a thin man in a coat too large for him stepped out, looked at the milestones, and laughed until he had to sit on the step. He asked the widow for a cup of ale and paid her in a coin that was warm and had a face on it she did not know. He said the wolf had been good company once, and that it had only wanted to be remembered by someone who was not afraid of it.

That spring the letters faded from the milestones one by one, as the frost went out of the ground. The widow kept the last one, the one curled over her own door, and she did not paint it out, because the lantern still lit the crossroads each night and she found she liked to see it.