Colour tattoo of Marvin the Martian holding a red rose on the forearm, drawn in a bold cartoon style with dark outlines.

Marvin the Martian holding a rose on forearm

Forearm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows the cartoon character Marvin the Martian in full figure, wearing his green helmet and red tunic, with one gloved hand raising a red rose and the other arm outstretched. The design uses solid fills and dark outlines in green, red, yellow and white, with smooth shading on the helmet and shoes. It is photographed close up on the outer forearm against a plain background.

Forearm Cartoon character Rose

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had sealed the Gull and Lantern by four o'clock, and Hettie Parr was counting out the last of the coal when the green-helmeted stranger came stamping through the door with frost on his moustache and a single red rose clutched in one white glove. He announced himself as Commander Vorn of the Mars Survey, here on urgent business to demolish the planet for a bypass. Hettie asked him to wipe his boots.

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He wiped them, grudgingly, then set about the bar with the stiff formality of a man who had rehearsed his speeches on the way over. He had a plan, he said, involving a crate of gunpowder, a hillside and a very large sign reading Road Ahead. Hettie poured him a half of bitter and told him the hillside belonged to her uncle, who would want a word. The Commander considered this and asked whether her uncle was in. He was not. The rose, he said, was for her, though he could not explain why he had bought it at the garage, or why it had seemed the right thing to do once the snow began.

Outside, the wind tore the sign off its hook and rolled it down the lane like a tumbleweed. The Commander leapt up, shouting that his device had been sabotaged, and went after it in his slippers. Hettie watched him chase the board across the white car park, arms flapping, and thought that in forty years of running the inn she had never been so entertained by a man in a helmet trying to catch a sign.

He came back twenty minutes later with snow to his knees, the sign tucked under one arm and the rose, somehow, still upright in his fist. He stood it in a jug of water on the bar. "The bypass can wait," he said gravely. Hettie decided the Earth could wait too, and poured him another half.