Fine line black ink tattoo of small planets, including a ringed Saturn and a sun, scattered across the upper chest.

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Small planets and sun across the chest

Fine line · Chest · Black and grey · Photo

A close crop of the upper chest shows a scattered group of small planets, including a ringed planet, a striped planet, a planet with a cratered surface, and a sun drawn as a circle with rays. The linework is thin and even in black ink, with no shading or colour. The tattoos are spaced loosely across the skin, with a few small moles visible between them, and a floral shirt is open at the collar.

Fine line Chest Planet Solar system Sun Saturn Space

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ilse had been told the orrery in the mess of Lantern Dock was older than the dock, older than the Harrow Accord, older than anyone's grandmother. Nobody had warned her it would be so stubborn about Jupiter. The striped sphere had come loose from its arm during the last burn, and the arm now hung at an angle that made the whole system look like it was leaning in to hear something.

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She had the spare in her palm, a bead of resin painted to match the bands. Her supervisor, Okonedo, watched from the hatch with a mug going cold. "You know the station logs don't need the planets to be exact," he said. "The shift rota is on the wall, not the sky."

"The rota is on the wall because somebody needed the sky to be somewhere they could find it," she said. She tightened the collar on the arm and felt the small click of the seating. The ringed planet swung past the sun's brass rays, catching the light from the viewport where the real Saturn sat, pale and enormous, three hundred thousand kilometres off the bow.

Okonedo came over and looked at the model properly for the first time in weeks. "My mother had one of these," he said. "On a kitchen wall in Lagos. She used to let me push the sun around."

Ilse set the last moon in its groove. Then she pushed the sun a finger's width to the left, the way he must have done, and the whole small system turned on its wire and settled.