A sheet of gold metallic temporary tattoo designs on white, including a sugar skull, a peacock feather, an arrow, a palm tree and geometric motifs.

Gold temporary tattoo design sheet

Geometric · Colour · Flash

The sheet shows a set of separate gold designs on a white background, including a sugar skull with ornate detailing, a peacock feather, a vertical arrow, a palm tree and a word reading Arrow. Smaller motifs include a triangle cluster, a circle, a cross, an infinity symbol, dotted borders and a few astrological and typographic symbols. The linework is solid and fine in places, with dotted and stippled patterns, and everything is rendered in a single metallic gold tone.

Geometric Botanical Sugar skull Feather Arrow Palm tree Triangle Circle Cross Infinity Dot Symbol

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mara Quill went up the iron stairs behind the tea warehouses every night after the harbour bell, carrying a pot of gold size and a brush made from a fox's tail. The city below her was wet slate and lamp glow, and the shutters along Coldharbour Lane were waiting for her marks. Her mother had taught her the old signs: an arrow for a road that leaves, a palm for a house near water, a circle for a thing finished, a cross for a debt paid, an endless loop for what keeps coming back.

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Jory Penhallow came up the stairs one wet night with his cap in his hands. His mother kept the bakery on the corner, and he had been three years at sea. He asked for a feather on her door, the long kind with an eye at the end, so she would know it was him before she saw his face. Mara told him the gold only held if he breathed on it while she worked. He did, and she painted, and the mark sat bright on the wood like something still warm.

He was gone again by the next tide. The gold on the other shutters dulled by the week and flaked to grey, but the feather stayed bright. Mara walked past it every morning on her way to the warehouse and never once saw it dim.

Then in the spring a ship came through the harbour mouth, and the baker's widow came running down the lane with flour on her arms, shouting his name at the water. Mara stood at the foot of the stairs and watched the feather catch the sun. That night she climbed back up with the pot and painted a second feather beside the first, smaller, and breathed on it until her own breath ran out.