Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

’ And, nothing has ever felt so good than having people there for you. "Do you notice anything about his appearance?" Gia asks, interested. "Well," I try to rack my brain, conjuring up the memory of his face, his face was covered with a cloak, so it was harder, but then I remember, "A tattoo, he had a tattoo of a raven bird on his wrist." "Wow. That's sick." Gia rolls her eyes. “So, where were we?” Chiara smiles, taking a muffin from the plate. Clearly, she doesn't want to talk about the man, it's making us all uncomfortable so I don't blame her.

Milkyway Galaxy, outside the solar system A young man with symmetrical and sharp facial features stood in front of a small group of ten. His hair was white as was the beard he let grow in both sides of his cheek and his jaw. On both sides of his head, his ears looked as if covered by a seal, and long antennas stretched from them reaching an inch above his head. He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus.

His skin was dark, unhealthily dark and wrinkly, his nose crooked — an evidence that his face had been pummeled in a few times — and Emerald could see a snake tattoo peeking beneath his jawline. One of his striking features was his hairless head; Carl Johansson was bald — a characteristic he shared with the other gang members in the room, except the chicle woman, who was sporting a flashy orange mohawk with both sides of her head cleanly shaved. “Well, if it isn't my dearest daughter. I've missed you so much, sweetheart.” Carl's gravelly voice echoed round the small room. He stared longer at Emerald, a slow grin creeping up on his face as he opened his arms, seemingly asking for a hug. “It's

He asked and my eyes widened. WHATTTTTTTTT? Me? The leader of triangles? I swear, I can feel warm blood oozing out of my ears after listening to him. I already knew that he was stupid but never knew that he was insane. His conclusion is always wrong. How is he even carrying the scars? Stupid nut! "You have lost your mind?" I asked and he tilted his head at me. "You know, I've heard that their leader has a tattoo on his chest...A dragon tattoo." He sounded like a total maniac.

I grumbled. “Go right ahead,” he laughs. “Mommy, you said face tattoos were painful and I couldn’t get one. Why can Brother Valentine get a face tattoo when I can’t?” “You wanted a face tattoo?” Valentine asked Marvel. I sighed, handing Marvel his toothbrush with toothpaste on it. “He saw a picture or video of Post Malone and said he wanted to have color on his face too. I told him no and had to explain what tattoos were when I caught him drawing on his face with markers.”

I brought out the gang image logo, and each of their blood dropped on it. I set the image on fire in my hand and told them to say their oath. “If I betray the family, may my soul burn like this logo,” they echoed. They also swore their loyalty to me. The gang’s tattoo artist came forward and inscribed the “L” logo on their bodies, each individual choosing where they wanted it done. I shook hands with them. “Welcome to the family.” Mateo also shook their hands and welcomed them.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Freya jumped up instantly on alert. “My…My shoulder…blade.” I yelped and ripped my shirt off leaving me in a tattered old beige bra. “What is it?” Jarek pushed me to the side to get a closer look. His gasp had me worrying until he started cheering. Shoving him away I growled at him. “What is it?” “My mate tattoo.” He smiled and laughed like an excited little kid. Punching him in the thigh took away the smile even before he made a sound of pain like I had. He jumped up growling with smoke coming out of his nose.

The jailer opened her cell door, he has four scars on his face running from the eyebrow to the cheek. From the man's build he seems to be a strong fighter with a large physical appearance and bulging muscles. The tattoo on his shoulder caught her attention. A crescent moon stabbed with a knife. She's definitely inside a rogue territory. She backed away to the corner when he entered, a disgustingly creepy smile plastered on his face.

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.