Full colour neo-traditional sleeve tattoo on an arm showing Disney princesses including Ariel, Belle and Tiana, with a rose and a frog, across the forearm and upper arm.

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Disney princess sleeve across four views

Neo-trad · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Four photographs show one full sleeve covering the forearm and upper arm, with cartoon-style Disney princess portraits set in panels among swirling purple, teal and green backgrounds. Ariel with Flounder, Belle, Rapunzel with a frog, and Tiana appear alongside a large pink rose and bubbles. The shading is smooth and saturated, with bold outlines and bright colour throughout.

Neo-trad Forearm Upper arm Mermaid Frog Fish Rose Bubble Sleeve

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Mossgrove ever asked the frog his opinion, so he kept it under his tongue, where it stayed warm. He had been a prince once, or so the rhyme went, though he had never agreed to the terms. Now he sat on the third stone of the well and watched the princesses come to fetch their water, each one more certain than the last that she had been the one who was rescued.

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Marigold came first, her plait swinging like a bell rope. She had let her hair down for a stranger's ladder and never got back up the tower stairs without it trailing behind her, and she still believed the stranger had been the lucky one. 'You owe me a hair tie,' she said, and the frog said nothing, because he had been very clear about the rope and the tower and the whole ordeal. Behind her came Oriel, who could breathe underwater and wanted it known, carrying a small silver fish in a bucket to keep her company on the walk back.

The fish, whose name was Pim, had once been a clerk in the sea court and now kept the accounts for the grotto. He had written three letters to the palace about unpaid kelp. The great pink rose on the garden wall, which had been a thorny queen's pride, bent its head to listen and dropped one petal into the well. The frog caught it, as he always did, and held it up to the light like a coin he did not trust.

'Which of you,' he said at last, 'is going to tell the next one that happily ever after is a bucket with a hole in it?' Nobody answered. They filled their jugs, a string of bubbles rose from Oriel's laughter, and the frog slid back under the surface where it was cool and quiet and nobody could expect him to kiss anyone.