Large blue rose tattoo with dark green leaves on a thigh, with a small daisy-style tattoo on the forearm of a person in a floral top.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Blue rose tattoo on a thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A person wearing a dark floral top sits with one leg bent, showing a large blue rose with dark leaves on the thigh. The rose has bold dark outlines, layered blue petals and shading, and a small daisy-style flower with a stem is visible on the outstretched forearm. The image is slightly muted and cropped at the chin, with a dim interior behind.

Traditional Thigh Forearm Rose Flower Daisy Leaves

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The blue rose came off the boat in Grimsby with the rest of the Carrow brothers' gear, a crate of it wrapped in oilcloth and smelling of diesel. Nobody had asked for a rose. Dad wanted the ice hold scrubbed before the next tide, and Mum wanted the bloody thing gone from the kitchen table, so I took it down the quay to the sail loft where old Ivy Pask kept her stove going all winter.

Keep reading

Ivy unwrapped the bundle without a word, held a lamp to the petals and said the blue was wrong. Too pale for the North Sea, she said, and too bright for anything that had sat in water. She dug out a tin of tallow and a brush that smelled of tar and painted the bloom again on the back of an old chart, dark outlines first, then the petals layered like the sky going down over Flamborough. By the time the stove ticked itself cool, the rose looked like something a drowned girl might wear to a dance.

I asked her what it cost. She said I'd pay her in the spring, when the trawlers went out for the first haul and I came back to tell her what the nets had brought up. I went out that March on the Marigold and hauled nothing but weed and one boot. Coming in past the breakwater, I saw a light burning in Ivy's loft window, and I understood she had never meant the rose as payment at all. She'd wanted me to come back and tell her about the sea.