Neo-traditional back tattoo of Mufasa standing on a rock beside a circular sunrise with Mufasa and Simba silhouettes and the words Remember Who You Are.

Mufasa and Simba sunrise across the back

Neo-trad · Back · Mixed · Photo

A lion stands on a ledge at the left, rendered in grey shading with bold black outlines. To the right, a black circular frame encloses silhouettes of an adult lion and a cub against a red sun, with the words REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE arcing across the top right. Red watercolour-style splashes radiate behind the lion and sun, set against black ink and grey shading.

Neo-trad Back Lion Silhouette Quote Sun

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 gulls had already lined up along the ledge above Pennick Bay when Nell came down the boarding house stairs, every one of them facing east as though the sun owed them money. Her aunt was turning bacon in the pan and didn't look up. Mr Tremayne had been out since five, she said, and Nell was not to ask him about the sign.

Keep reading

Nell asked him anyway, over the marmalade. Alfred Tremayne had lodged at Gull Cottage every August for thirty-one years and had never once mentioned a wife, though the back bedroom still held two cups and a tin of peppermints nobody was allowed to touch. He turned his teacup slowly on its saucer. He and his brother had run a fishing smack out past the ledge, he said, and one evening the wind dropped and the tide turned, and they sat drifting while the sun came up red over Haddon Head. His brother had said that whatever happened to either of them, they should remember who they were when the light came up like that. The following spring, Alfred had painted it on the boathouse, where nobody on the road could make it out.

Nell looked past him to the window. Out on the ledge the gulls had gone quiet one by one as the sun cleared the water and laid a red road across the bay. The old man's hands were steady on the cup now, and she thought of the brother, and of how far a boat can drift before anyone thinks to look for it.

After breakfast she walked down to the boathouse and stood on the shingle until the letters came clear, faded and crooked across the grey timber. She read them out loud twice, then a third time, until she could say them without her voice going.