Two traditional colour tattoos on the upper thighs, one showing Darth Vader's helmet and the other R2-D2, each set in an ornate oval frame with roses or a flower.

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Darth Vader and R2-D2 in frames on thighs

Traditional · Thigh · Colour · Photo

Two tattoos sit side by side on the upper thighs. The left shows Darth Vader's helmet in black with grey highlights, beside red roses and a small Imperial emblem, and the right shows R2-D2 in blue, white and grey with a red flower below. Both figures sit inside gilt-style oval frames with bold black outlines and solid colour fills against bare skin and light bedding.

Traditional Thigh Darth vader Helmet R2-d2 Droid Star wars Rose Flower Frame Oval frame

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Maud Calloway had painted roses on narrowboats for thirty years, and she knew a boat that wanted roses from one that only wanted to look busy. The Clara Mae had come up from Braunston with a dented cabin side and an owner who wanted something a bit different. Maud sat on the stern with a tin of enamel, a brush worn down to three hairs, and the shipping forecast muttering through the open hatch.

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Owen was a lanky lad with grease to his elbows, and he unfolded a sketch on the back of a receipt. Two figures in oval frames: one masked and dark, the other squat, blue and beeping. He had drawn them with the confidence of someone who had looked at them for years. Maud did not care for the films, but she liked the frames. A frame said somebody had cared enough to put a border round a thing, and that was all a painted panel ever needed.

She did the masked one first, black with a grey gleam along the visor, because black on green paint wanted a patient hand. The droid went opposite, white and blue, with a red flower at his feet to answer the roses. Owen asked for a small emblem so the two would look like they had history. Maud dabbed a white circle with a red centre beside the rose and sat back. "There," she said. "Now they're in the same picture, which is more than the films managed."

That evening, when the lock gate groaned open below them, Owen laughed on the towpath, a sound Maud had not expected from a man who had come in asking for something different. The frames would hold. Enamel always did, if you gave it a week to cure before anybody touched it.