Black tribal-style flash design of the Togepi character, with a spiked crown, swirl motifs and bold eye shapes on a white background.

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Tribal-style Togepi design

Black and grey · Flash

A solid black tribal-style design of a rounded creature with a spiked crown and swirling curls across its head and body. Bold filled shapes form the eyes, cheeks and spikes, with white space defining the outline. Black ink only on a plain white background, with no skin or body visible.

Pokemon Creature Swirl Spike

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The egg came down the brook in the wet spring, caught in the alder roots below Hobb's Mill, and Mary Tallow was the one who fished it out with a crook because nobody else would wet their sleeves. It was heavier than a hen's egg and warmer than the water. The shell was white and rounded, and along its top ran a crown of short points, like a hedge clipped by a careful man.

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She carried it home under her shawl and set it in the bread-bin, since the hearth was too hot and the byre too cold. Her father said it was a stone. Her mother said it was a bad omen and should go back in the brook. But at night the bread-bin hummed, and in the mornings there were curls of leaf swept into neat spirals across the flour, like the marks a finger leaves in wet clay.

The autumn the mill wheel seized, and the lane flooded, and the Harrow boys took the last of the Tallows' sheep for a debt that was never written down, Mary carried the egg to the edge of the wood. She set it between two oaks where the path gave up. She told it what had happened, plainly, the way you tell a neighbour the price of salt.

In the morning the sheep were back in the top field, the wheel was turning, and the egg had split open to show nothing inside but a ring of spiralled feathers. Nobody in Hobb's End ever learned what had come out of it. Mary only ever said it had gone off to see whether the forest had any manners left, and that she had left it the crusts.