Colour tattoo on the arm of a heart-framed scene with No-Face from Spirited Away holding gold nuggets, a black cat and soot sprites.

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No-Face and Jiji in a heart on the arm

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A heart-shaped panel shows No-Face from Spirited Away in a black robe, holding a pile of gold nuggets in cupped hands, with gold pieces falling below. A black cat sits to the right and three soot sprites climb the left edge against a teal and blue sky. The linework is bold and black, with flat fills and soft shading in the sky, and the tattoo is shown in clear focus on the skin.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The bride's father had hired a fiddler from the next valley and a cook who could not be trusted with salt, and by the time the sun sat low over the orchard the trestles were groaning under bread, mutton and a pudding nobody would admit to making. The stranger came up the lane just as the first dance ended. He wore a black robe to the ground and a pale mask with a small dark mouth. Nobody asked his name. In that country you did not ask a man his name at a wedding, only whether he had brought a gift.

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He opened his hands and gold came out of them, nuggets the size of barley grains, and they rattled onto the white cloth and rolled off the edge. The cook's boy scrambled after them on his knees. The fiddler stopped with the bow in the air. A black cat that had followed the stranger up the road jumped onto the bride's chair and sat there as though it had been asked. Along the rowan at the gate, small black things like burrs or bits of soot climbed higher, and their eyes caught the lamplight.

The groom's mother said gold given freely at a wedding was too much to be free, and the old woman who kept the bees said it was a debt, and a debt wanted paying in sweetness. So the bride took the honey pot and a spoon, and she filled the stranger's cupped hands with it. He ate none of it. He only held it, slowly, until it ran between his fingers and dripped to the grass, and the gold stayed where it had fallen.

He went back down the lane before the candles were lit, the cat trotting at his heel. The soot things came down from the rowan one by one and took the gold away in their small arms, a piece at a time, all the way to the ford. The bride kept the spoon. Every spring after, the honey came out of the hives tasting faintly of coins.