Pastel coloured flash design of a triceratops and two dinosaur heads with pink roses, ferns and leaves, framed by a banner reading dinosaurs eat man and woman inherits the earth.

Dinosaurs, roses and banner flash design

Traditional · Colour · Flash

The design shows a triceratops head in yellow and two theropod dinosaur heads in purple and blue, with open jaws and visible teeth on one. Two pink roses, fern fronds and leafy sprigs fill the gaps, and a cream banner with dark outlines runs across the lower half with the words dinosaurs eat man and woman inherits the earth. The linework is bold and even with soft gradient shading, and the palette is pastel yellow, pink, purple and blue on a white background.

Traditional Neo-trad Dinosaur Rose Banner Fern Leaves Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Right, sit down, the pair of you, and stop picking at that scab. My nan told me this one in the back kitchen at number nine, with the range roaring and coal dust on every surface, and I'm telling it to you the same way, so bear with me.

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Up past the slag heaps at Hollin Bank there was a seam that went deeper than anyone had a right to dig, and the men swore the bones in it were older than God's own patience. Every Friday the pit ponies came up blinking, and every Friday somebody swore he'd seen a crest like a cartwheel moving down in the dark. The men put it down to drink. The women put it down to the men being daft and went on with the mangling.

Then came the long strike, the winter when the men sat idle at the Institute playing dominoes and boasting. One night a great yellow-horned beast came down the valley road with three brass candles on its brow, and it lowed at the chapel door until old Mrs Ferrier came out in her curlers and told it to wipe its feet. It went quiet. Then it looked through the window at the men, and at the women standing behind them with their arms folded, and it lay down in the road and waited.

The beasts never ate a single man, though old Dai swore one had sized him up. By morning the Institute door was locked from the inside, the women had gone up to the pit head with the rent book and the bread knife, and the colliery wives' rosebeds by the offices had been trampled and then, somehow, replanted. My nan always finished with the same line: the earth was never the men's to hand down, love, it was only borrowed, and it was the women who kept the accounts.