Black and grey realism tattoo of a crowned skull with a Roman numeral pocket watch and club symbols on an upper arm and shoulder.

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Crowned skull and pocket watch on upper arm

Realism · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A crowned skull sits at the centre of this sleeve-style design, with a pocket watch below it showing Roman numerals and two club symbols. Wispy ribbon and smoke-like shapes wrap around the skull and watch, and the shading uses smooth gradients between deep black and light grey. The tattoo covers the upper arm and shoulder, photographed from a side angle against a dark red wall.

Realism Upper arm Shoulder Skull Crown Pocket watch Clock Roman numeral Club Smoke Ribbon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit down by the stove, lad, and don't touch the cards, they've been handled by worse than you. You'll want the true telling, not the one they sing in the taverns at Whitby. This was my grandmother's, and she had it from a woman who swept the floors of the old king's card room.

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The king of Harrowmere was a vain man with a heavy gold crown and no interest in dying. One winter night a stranger in a grey coat sat down across from him and laid a pocket watch on the baize, its Roman numerals worn pale, three clubs scratched on its back. 'Every tick is a year of yours,' the stranger said. 'Play me for the crown, and the watch goes to whoever wins.' The king laughed, because the crown was the heaviest thing he owned, and he took up the cards.

They played until the candles guttered. The king won the first hand and the stranger shrugged. He won the second and the stranger only smiled, sliding the watch across with one finger. By dawn the king had lost every tick he had. He reached up for the crown and found it had grown so tight he could not lift it from his head. The stranger leaned close and asked him what a king is worth without his time.

Here is the part I want you to remember, because it is the only part that matters. The king took the watch, wound it backwards, and pressed it into the hands of the kitchen girl grinding flour in the corner. She was seven years old. The watch is still ticking somewhere, if you know where to listen. Now hand me that cup and mind the fire.