Neo-traditional style tattoo of a large orange octopus with purple-outlined tentacles curling around the calf.

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Orange octopus tattoo on a calf

Neo-trad · Calf · Colour · Photo

A large orange octopus with a detailed eye and curling tentacles wraps up the back of a lower leg. The tentacles have purple outlines and suckers, and the body is shaded with darker red and lighter highlights to suggest volume. The design fills the frame vertically against a plain light background.

Neo-trad Calf Octopus Tentacle Eye Sucker Sea creature

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Abernathy kept the ballroom at the end of Saltcombe pier, and on spring tides the sea came up through the floorboards so that the dancers felt the swell in their feet before the band had struck a note. Nobody thought much of it until the night the octopus came up the drain.

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It was a big orange creature, the colour of a lamp shining through brandy, and it arrived with the last of the low water, feeling its way across the boards on eight long arms. The regulars screamed and climbed onto the benches. Only Tomas Reddy, who mended nets for his living and had no patience for fuss, stood still and looked into its eye, which was ringed in gold and seemed to be reading him the way a clerk reads a ledger. "You've lost your way," he told it. "Dance, then, and I'll see you back down."

So he took the hand of the widow Pell, who had not danced since her husband went under off the Skerries, and the octopus rose on its tentacles and turned slow circles in time with the fiddle. Its arms curled and uncurled, purple-edged, each sucker a small round mouth that kissed the air. The widow laughed for the first time in eleven years, and the octopus, pleased or not, did not stop.

At first light the tide came back for it. Tomas walked it down the stone steps and let it go into the green water, where it turned once and showed him a tangle of curling arms the colour of sunset before it sank. The widow still goes down to the pier on Thursdays, and when people ask why she has started dancing again, she says the sea owed her a partner.