Colour tattoo of planets stacked down the side of the ribs, including a ringed Saturn and a banded orange planet, in a shaded realistic style.

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Solar system planets along the ribs

Realism · Ribs · Colour · Photo

A column of planets runs down the side of the torso, with a ringed Saturn near the top, a large banded orange planet below it, and smaller blue and brown spheres along the rest of the line. Each planet has soft shading and highlights that give them volume, while tiny dots mark smaller bodies at the top and bottom. The colours are warm oranges and browns alongside cool blues on pale skin, and the design follows the curve of the ribs.

Realism Ribs Planet Saturn Solar system Space Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ada had been painting enamel for the Pell clockworks since she was fourteen, and she knew the trick of a small thing done well: keep the brush wet and let the colour do the work. The commission from Captain Dunnet was a pocket chart, a strip of copper no longer than a forearm, to be fixed inside the lid of a chronometer case. He wanted the planets in a line, each one no bigger than a barleycorn, running from the top edge down toward the hinge.

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She began with Saturn because it was the hardest. The ring had to be thinner than a hair and still catch the light, so she laid the pale gold on in three passes and fired it twice. On the second firing the kiln smoked and the ring cracked across one side like a dropped plate. Dunnet came in at closing time, looked at the copper for a long while, and said only that the sea would not mind a flaw if the time was right.

She stayed late with the lamp turned low. The orange giant went on easily, banded like a boiled sweet. She gave Mars a rusty brown and let it sit a little off the line, as Mars does. Neptune and Uranus she painted the blue of the water off Flamborough on a clear morning. Pluto was little more than a speck, dotted on with the tip of a pin, and below it she added one more dot, so small she feared it would flake away in the first winter.

When Dunnet came for it at dawn she held it up to the window. The crack ran straight through the ring, and he said nothing about it. He asked instead why she had put a dot at the bottom when there was nothing down there with a name. Ada told him the line had to end somewhere, and that nobody had yet told her what lay past it.