Traditional style skull in a red paisley bandana, framed by red flowers and dark leaves, tattooed on the outer thigh.

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Skull in a red bandana with flowers on the thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A skull wearing a red paisley bandana over dark pompadour-style hair, with a hand near the jaw holding a red-dotted object. Red five-petal flowers and dark leaves form a wreath beneath the skull. Bold black outlines and grey shading sit alongside solid red fills, shown in close up on the outer thigh.

Traditional Neo-trad Thigh Skull Bandana Paisley Flower Leaves Hand

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mind the lantern, love, and sit where the fiddle can't reach you, because it'll be tuning up again before I get to the good part. Your gran sat in that same chair the night of Dolly Marrow's wedding, and she never once looked at the bride. She was watching the groom's cousin, Aubrey Pike, who had come up from the coast with a red paisley bandana knotted over his slicked-back hair and a tin of peppermints in his breast pocket that he rattled whenever a joke was coming.

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The hall was above the bakery on Tanner Street, and the floor sagged so badly in the middle that the dancers rode it like a boat. Halfway through the second waltz the lights failed, the way they always did, and somebody lit three candles on the piano. In that small yellow glow Aubrey leaned at the door with one hand near his jaw, turning a peppermint between finger and thumb, and he said he had bet the Reverend that nobody in the room would leave before the cake was cut. The Reverend took the bet. Nobody believed the old lad had a cake at all.

Then the cake came up the stairs, carried by Dolly's little brother, and it was shaped like a skull with five-petalled flowers piped round its base in red icing. There were gasps, then laughter, then a long silence while Aubrey knelt and offered the first slice to the bride with both hands, as solemn as a churchwarden. She took it. The Reverend paid up, grumbling into his collar, and the peppermints went round the room until the tin was empty.

And that, love, is how a skull got married in Tanner Street. Now pass me that cup before the fiddle starts again.