Black brush-script lettering of the word Grace with a full stop, drawn as a tattoo design on a plain white background.

Grace lettering design

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The image shows the handwritten word "Grace" followed by a full stop, written in black brush-style script on a plain white background. The strokes vary in thickness, with tapered entry and exit points, and the capital G has a looped top. The design is shown in black ink only, with no skin, body placement or colour.

Lettering Word Script

Find an artist for this

Take it to an artist as a reference. A good artist will make it yours rather than copy someone else's tattoo.

A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Plough had a slate behind the bar that nobody had wiped since the pit closed, and that was where the Ashford class of 1961 found its first chalk marks in fifty years. Maud Pickering came in last, late as she had always been, with a tin of shortbread under one arm and an old grudge under the other. Nobody had forgiven her for the frogs in the cloakroom, and she had never forgiven Dennis Brough for telling.

Keep reading

They ordered pies. The landlord's wife set the plates down and said the vicar had asked her to pass on his regrets, then went red, because the vicar was dead, and so was half the class, and nobody had thought who would say grace. Dennis looked at his hands. Someone laughed too loudly. Maud remembered Miss Leland, who ended every lesson by writing one word on the board, rubbing it out with her sleeve, and saying that was all the blessing a schoolroom needed.

Maud could not recall the prayer, but she could recall the word. She took a stub of chalk from the ledge, stood on the bench, and wrote it on the slate in the same slanting hand, the G looped like a shepherd's crook. Then she set a full stop after it, sharp as a pin, because Miss Leland had always said a thing without a stop was just talk going on.

The room went quiet. Dennis cleared his throat and bowed his head, and the others followed, one by one, until even the landlord stood by the pumps with his cloth still in his hand. Maud did not rub the word out. She sat down, broke a piece of shortbread, and let the chalk dust settle on her cuff like flour.