Full-colour realism tattoo of the Chucky doll holding a knife, wrapped around a forearm with blue and red swirls behind it.

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Chucky doll tattoo on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A realistic colour tattoo of the Chucky doll, with its freckled face, red hair and striped blue and red jumper, shown holding a knife. The shading is smooth and detailed, with blue and red swirling flames or bands wrapping behind the figure. The photo shows the arm from several angles, so the design appears repeated across three panels.

Realism Forearm Doll Knife Swirl

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The doll was sitting on the cabin step when I came up from the galley with the kettle, its red hair stiff as a yard broom and a bread knife held across its striped chest like a prefect's cane. I had shut the hatch on it the night before. Nobody else lives aboard the Mercy Ann since Dad sold the hire fleet and kept the one boat, so I knew exactly who had carried it up from the cupboard under the bunk.

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Gran gave it to me the year I turned nine, wrapped in a jumper she had knitted herself, red and blue bands that she swore would keep off the cold. She said the doll had belonged to a lock-keeper at Hambleton who went missing one March, and that it had been looking for a new pair of hands ever since. I didn't believe her then. I didn't believe her last winter either, when she said it again from her chair in the home, her fingers shaking round a cup of tea. She told me to keep it facing the wall.

I turned it round. I turned it back. Each morning for a week it had moved a little further along the rail, and the knife had been rinsed, which I had not done. Rain came down the cut in grey sheets, and the water on the lock gates rose in long swirling bands of blue and rust, and somewhere along the towpath a dog barked at nothing at all.

I wrapped the doll in its jumper and tied it to the tiller with bailing twine, then went back down to make tea. I poured two cups out of habit, one for each of us, and set the second on the rail where it could see the water. By morning it was empty, and the doll was grinning at the canal as if it had been waiting all its life for someone to be polite to it.