Black and grey dotwork flash drawing of a howling wolf before a stippled full moon, with the words You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon and a small flower and leaves, drawn in ink on a sketchbook

Howling wolf and full moon flash

Dotwork · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink drawing of a wolf howling up towards a large, stippled full moon, with a cluster of flowers and leaves at the lower right. The wolf's fur is built from fine hatched lines, while the moon's craters and the shading use dense dots. The phrase "You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon" curves around the top and bottom of the design in a traditional lettering style.

Dotwork Lettering Wolf Full moon Moon Flower Leaves Lettering

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

Nobody at the Hollin Gate crossing had ever seen a wolf, though the lorry drivers swore one waited past the fence line for their paperwork to clear. I worked nights there for eleven years under a sodium lamp that turned every face the colour of weak tea, so I knew the regulars by their documents before I knew them by sight.

Keep reading

Tomas Rennick came through every month when the moon was full, always with an empty trailer and a bundle of sealed letters for a village on the far side. The first time, he slid his passport under the glass and said, 'You're a werewolf, and I'm a full moon.' I told him it was the worst chat-up line I'd heard in a decade. He said it wasn't chat. It was a diagnosis, and he'd been waiting years for someone to confirm it.

Last month the moon hung so low over the barrier that the sky looked pricked all over, like dust on an old window. Rennick didn't come. A relief driver pushed an envelope through the slot instead, in Rennick's cramped hand, with my name on the front and nothing else.

I read it at the end of the shift. It held one line: 'Step outside and look up.' I did. The moon sat full above the fence, and somewhere past it a long note rose and held, and before I had decided to answer it, I was howling back under my breath at the empty road.