Colour tattoo of a sugar skull with red roses and swirling linework on a man's upper arm and shoulder, worn beneath a white vest top.

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Sugar skull and roses on upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A sugar skull is the central motif, with red roses above and below it and green leaves and scrolling filigree filling the gaps. The bold black outlines are paired with red and white flat shading, with some grey detailing in the skull's features. The design wraps around the upper arm and shoulder, with the skull facing forward and the roses framing its edges against a plain light background.

Neo-trad Traditional Upper arm Shoulder Sugar skull Skull Rose Leaves Swirl Filigree Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

When the dome at Halvorn Reach cracked along its seventh ring, the old women said the dead came back each autumn to see whether anyone still remembered their faces. So the people of the lower terraces boiled sugar from the algae vats, moulded it into skulls, and painted them with the red dye pressed from the last rose seeds. Each skull was set on the sill of a water pump so the dead could find their way home by the taste of it.

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Mira Tollen, a pump-keeper's daughter, wanted a cutting from the rose that grew under the Warden of Glass's window. The Warden said a cutting cost a day's water, and Mira had only a day's water to spare for her mother's fever. So Mira offered to paint the Warden a skull for the autumn sill, one that would show her husband as he had been before the cough took him. The Warden agreed, and then sat at the window and watched every stroke.

Mira did not paint the husband's face first. She painted the filigree the man had always scratched in the margins of his ledgers, the curling lines that ran off the page when he was thinking, and she set red roses across the brow where his hair had been. When the Warden saw it she put her hand over her mouth and said nothing for a long time. Then she went to the glasshouse herself and came back with a cutting wrapped in wet cloth.

That night Mira set the skull on the pump sill and went home. By morning the cutting had sent a white root down through the crack in the skull's jaw, and the pump's runoff ran around it in a bright thin stream, as if the dead had decided to stay a little longer.