Colourful neo-traditional tattoo of cartoon villains with a crowned queen at the centre, on the upper arm and shoulder.

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Cartoon villains tattoo on upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A colour tattoo on the upper arm and shoulder shows a cluster of cartoon villain characters arranged in a rounded composition. The central figure wears a crown and has a stern expression, with other characters such as a white-haired figure and a figure in a jester hat around her. Bold outlines, flat colour fills in purple, green and pink, and swirling dark background shapes give the piece a graphic, illustrated look.

Neo-trad Upper arm Cartoon character Crown Queen Witch Collage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cook of the Greywater Mare had three rules, and the first was that nobody came into her galley before the bell for the forenoon watch. So when the Queen walked in at dawn, sceptre tucked under one arm and her crown tilted like a dish left on a shelf, Maud Pennick did not look up from the bread. She kneaded. She folded. She said, 'Your Majesty will want the good cups, and the good cups are in the locker where you left them.'

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The Queen wanted nothing of the sort. She wanted the sea-widow, who sat in the corner with her white hair spread over the flour sacks like spilt milk, and the jester, Tarrant Quill, who had lost his bells in a card game off Gallow Point and had been sulking ever since. They had all come aboard for the same reason, which was that the captain had promised each of them a kingdom at the end of the voyage and had not yet said which one. The witch cackled at this. The jester juggled three bread knives and dropped all of them.

Maud listened, and when they had finished quarrelling she set a warm loaf in front of each. 'A kingdom is only a larder that has been counted twice,' she said. 'Eat.' The Queen struck the table with her sceptre. The witch went quiet. Even the lamps in the portholes seemed to lean in to hear what would happen next.

They ate. By the end of the bread the Queen had forgotten her crown, the witch had stopped counting the rats, and Tarrant had found his bells at the bottom of the flour bin. Maud wiped her hands and went back to the dough. Whatever the captain had promised them, the galley was hers, and by the end of the voyage she had never once been given a kingdom, only a clean pan and the last of the butter.