Two wrists side by side with black lettering tattoos: the word Beauty in script on the left wrist and Beast in a bold blackletter style on the right wrist.

Beauty and Beast wrist tattoos

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are shown side by side, each carrying a single word in black ink. The left wrist reads Beauty in a flowing script with smooth, even linework and soft shading, while the right wrist reads Beast in a heavier, angular blackletter-style lettering. Both tattoos are solid black on light skin against a plain, softly lit background with the hands partly visible at the top of the frame.

Lettering Forearm Beast Script Blackletter Word

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had been coming down three days when Mrs Pell set the two boards on the bar and told the carrier to stop dripping on her floor. Look at them, she said. Tell me which one you'd rather meet on a dark road.

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Old Amos Greave had painted them the summer before, for the coaching inn at Holloway Cross, and he was paid in ale and a cracked fiddle. The landlord wanted one board for the front door and one for the stable arch, and he wanted them to match. Amos listened to the landlord's wife say that a house should have a face and a warning, and he took her at her word. He lettered the first in a long, looping hand, every stroke fat at the bottom and thin at the top, so the word seemed to lean toward you like someone about to offer a chair. The second he cut in black angles, heavy as ironwork, with serifs like barbs.

The carrier laughed. Then the wind found the chimney and the lamps guttered, and a knock came at the door, and a lad stood there with frost in his eyebrows asking for a bed. Mrs Pell turned the boards so the beast faced the stable and the beauty faced the hearth. The lad read the heavy word over the threshold and stepped back into the snow, and she had to bring him in by the sleeve, saying a board was only paint, and paint was only what a body chose to look at.

By spring the lad was ostler there, and the beast board hung over the stable arch where the morning light caught its angles, while the beauty kept the hearth. Amos came through in April, looked at his work for a long while, and said he had painted the wrong one first.