Colour tattoo of cartoon character SpongeBob SquarePants holding a drink can and a bottle, with a black tie and brown shorts, on skin.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

SpongeBob SquarePants tattoo on a thigh

Thigh · Colour · Photo

A cartoon SpongeBob SquarePants character stands front on, with a sponge-textured yellow body, large round eyes and a wide smile. He wears a black tie and brown shorts, and holds a drink can in one hand and a small red-labelled bottle in the other. The bold black outlines and flat fills are shown in yellow, orange, brown, white and black, with the design sitting alone against plain skin.

Thigh Cartoon character Bottle Tie

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

At Hollin Cross, the last halt before the moor, the platform never dried. Rain came sideways off the fells and the drains gave up by October, so the porters kept a yellow sponge tied to the waiting room door with a length of twine. It was full of holes, like a crumpet left too long on the fire, and it had a face that nobody had painted on, which is why the stationmaster's daughter called it Sponge and why the name stuck.

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One November, Amos Greave lost his pocket watch somewhere between the water tower and the down platform. He searched with a storm lantern until the 6.10 came grumbling in, and still he found nothing but puddles. At dawn he went to the waiting room for a rag and found the sponge sitting on the bench, grown fat and dark with rainwater, its wide eyes fixed on the rails. It had been busy all night.

Amos asked it, plainly, where his watch was. The sponge did not answer, being a sponge, but it raised one arm, which held a tin of cold tea, and tipped the tin toward the drain. Out came a brown trickle, and in the trickle, ticking, went the watch wrapped in a bit of oilcloth. Amos held it to his ear and found it still going. He gave the sponge the rest of his tea, and every morning after that he left a tin on the bench for it.

Nobody at Hollin Cross ever wrung the sponge out again. On Sundays it stood by the door in a black tie, as neat as any guard, with a tin in one hand and a little red bottle of signal oil in the other, and it watched the trains come and go with its big round eyes. The porters said it was keeping the line dry. The stationmaster said it was keeping him honest, which was not the same thing, but close enough for the moor.