Colour tattoo of the eight planets in a row across the inner forearm, from Neptune to Mercury, with Saturn ringed and Jupiter largest.

Solar system planets in a row on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Eight planets are arranged in a single horizontal line across the forearm, shown as smooth, filled spheres with soft shading and realistic surface detail. Jupiter is the largest, with its banded clouds, and Saturn is shown with its tilted ring. Colours range from blues and greens to orange-red, tan and grey, set against a plain skin background with a dark, blurred green backdrop.

Realism Forearm Planet Solar system Saturn Earth Space

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The plotter went dark somewhere past the Haisborough Gate, and by three in the morning the only things Owen trusted were the wheelhouse clock and his aunt's hands on the wheel. Ada Pryce had worked these grounds for thirty-one years without a screen, and she was not about to start needing one now. She pushed a torch into his palm and told him to find the sky through the salt-blind glass.

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Neptune first, she said, nodding at the faint blue spark low in the south-east. Then the pale one, Uranus. The ringed one is Saturn, and you cannot mistake that tilt. Jupiter's the big striped brute. Mars is rust-red, bad luck if you believe the old men on the quay, and then Earth, which is where we are standing, and Venus, and the little grey Mercury hiding behind the lot. Eight of them, strung out like floats along a longline. Owen said them back to her in order, the names clipped by the wind.

Past Mars the wind swung round and the sea got its teeth into the hull. Owen lost his count and the torch shook in his fist. Ada didn't look up. Start again from Saturn, she said. You never lose the order, you only lose your nerve. He steadied himself, found the ringed planet hung above the black water, and beneath it saw the answering lights of the sister boats, riding low on the swell exactly where the line of planets said they should be.

By dawn the fleet had come in on those strung-out lights, and Ada let the wheel go slack. Your grandfather used the Pole, she said. I used the rings. The sea doesn't care which, so long as you keep the order. Owen looked back up. Jupiter was the last thing still burning, as if it had been waiting for them to get home.