Seamless pattern of neo-traditional style tattoo designs on a tan background, each showing a female figure with banners, a Tardis, a Dalek, roses, wings and stars.

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Repeating tattoo-style character emblems

Neo-trad · Colour · Flash

A seamless repeat of illustrated tattoo-style emblems, each framed by a scroll, banner, wings or a circular badge. The figures are drawn with bold outlines, smooth shading and fine detail, with Tardis doors, a Dalek, roses, a sunflower and a heart among the motifs. The pattern uses warm orange and red tones with teal and gold accents on a tan background dotted with stars.

Neo-trad Tardis Dalek Wing Rose Sunflower Heart Scroll Banner Star Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The blue box came down on Hatherley Moor the same week the pit wheel stopped, and by the Saturday every child in Colliers Row had been up to look at it. Owen Pryce was the only one who knocked. He was eleven, his father had gone quiet at the kitchen table since the cage failed, and the door, when it opened, showed him a room far larger than the box had any right to be, lit by a brass lamp hung on a chain.

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'You'll be wanting the seam,' said the woman inside, tapping a map of tunnels with a sunflower stalk. Her coat was the colour of wet slate. In the corner a dented grey machine on wheels rolled back a few inches and hummed, as though it had waited its whole life for someone to be rude to it. 'Your father's shift is the one that came down, I take it?' Owen nodded. 'Then here's the bargain. I can take you back to the hour before the roof went. Tell him to stay home. Nobody gets hurt, and I never tell you what it cost.'

Owen thought about it for as long as a kettle takes to boil. Then he said the roof had gone because the pillars were left unpropped, which everyone in the village knew and nobody had said aloud, and that a boy who went back only moved the trouble somewhere else. The woman looked at him for a long time over her spectacles. Then she laughed, a bright and unexpected sound, and pressed a rose from a jar into his hand.

When he came out, the moor was sharp with frost and the box had gone. In his palm the rose was already drying, its petals going papery at the edges. He walked down into the village, past the shuttered wheel, and told his father the one true thing he knew about the pillars. His father stood up from the table and went out to find the foreman, and the lamp in the kitchen window stayed lit until morning.