Colour tattoo of two cartoon bears in space helmets among stars, a donut and a ringed planet, inside a bear-head shaped galaxy outline.

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Cartoon bears in a galaxy bear outline

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The tattoo shows two cartoon bears in astronaut-style helmets floating in space, with a pink donut, a small ringed planet, stars and round gold shapes around them. The whole scene is framed inside a bear-head silhouette filled with a dark galaxy. The linework is bold and dark, with flat, smooth fills, and sparkle-like highlights on the stars. Bright pinks, oranges, teals and purples dominate the colour palette.

Bear Galaxy Space Star Planet Astronaut Cartoon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Pip, the donut stall on Halcyon Ring finally opened on Tuesday, though the proofer hums a flat note every time the docking bay cycles, so forgive the sugar on this page. Dunnock insists the hum is a good sign. He says the oven is listening for customers. I say it is listening for the next meteor shower, which is what the ring's engineers say about most things.

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We spend our mornings fishing the gold coins out of the dark. They drift past the window in loose spirals, the way fish move in a tank, and the station pays us a wage for every one we catch in our nets. Dunnock is quick and I am careful, so between us we have clipped more coins than the purser can count. He keeps the best of them in a jar shaped like a ringed planet, which he says brings luck and which I say is just a jam jar with a lid painted by someone who had never seen Saturn.

Last Thursday a pink ring came loose from the cafe rack and went spinning out past the hull. Dunnock was off after it before I could shout, tether trailing like a bad ribbon. I hauled him back, and when we finally got it into the galley he was grinning and holding out a single gold coin, warm from his glove. Keep this for the ferry home, he said. Ferry's on the first of the month. I told him the coin was worth about one donut, and he said that was exactly my fare.

So I have the coin in my breast pocket and the planet jar on the shelf, and the stall smells of cinnamon even with the hum. Save me a seat by the window, Pip. I will bring the coin, two glazed rings, and the story about the time Dunnock nearly became a moon.