Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

His sleeve rides up, revealing the edge of a mantis tattoo. “-Fuck”

The pentagram tattooed guy felt humiliated, glared at the both of them, and panted. "I won't say a word even if my entire arm rots away." "It's a shame that your integrity is being wasted on all the wrong places, and for all the wrong reasons," Jared mocked him and shook his head. "Jared Johnston, if you are able to, you can find a quicker way to dispose of me. After all, what kind of man are you to use such despicable methods!?" The man with the pentagram tattoo glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

I sent a few to Venus although she hasn't responded yet. I looked across the room and smiled as I watched Jupiter wince in pain. The tattoo artist was inking his left arm and I'm assuming that the design was a lot bigger than the ones I have on my wrist. He refused to tell me what it is since it's supposed to be a surprise, as he said. Half an hour later, he waved at me and flashed a thumbs up, to let me know that the tattoo is done. I dropped the book and excitedly sauntered towards them so I can have a look on his little surprise.

“Heard about Mickey. You dealt with him yet?” I sipped. “Permanently.” They grinned. Below us, Marcus emerged into the pit — shirtless, muscles rippling with every movement, the word “Hell” tattooed across his chest. The opposing fighter — a bit taller, leaner, with black ink across his jaw and neck — came from Rouder’s cult. Rouder wasn't present but I can see some of his men cheering from the crowd. Rouder wasn't exactly a friend, but we weren't at war either. The crowd roared as the bell rang, signaling that it was starting..

" Having enough of Gashface's foul-mouthedness, Jada splashed her mug of beer at his face before striking him with the mug. Bleeding right then, Gashface yelled, "You bitch! You're dead once I'm free!" "Free, you say?" Jada flung her mug on the ground and kicked him straight in the groin, knocking him out. She did not let up just yet, however—waking him by splashing cold water on his face, she kicked him again! Gashface did not even have tears to cry now. "W-What the hell do you want?! Just kill me already, and stop humiliating me!"

When I don’t move for a good ten seconds, he shoved the thing in my face. Taking the paper, I turned it over, looking at the sketch. “It looks like Medusa,” Indra says. “Male version of Medusa,” the sketch was as Indra had said, the typical drawing of Medusa, but instead it was a male. His eyes are white, wide and panic stricken. His mouth is covered by a black duct tape, his head full of snakes. “What does this mean?” I asked Jordan. ‘This is Ludo’s tattoo,” he signed, informing us. ‘It’s on the inside of his thigh,’

Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin. Mahiriko frown and punched Stamp's hand when he touches his chest. "D*mn you, Stamp. It's not a f*cking pussy, it's a tarantula, you sh*tty sh*t." He corrected and study the tattoo at his reflection at the mirror. Stamp laughed his ass out and shows his Betty Boop tattoo on his back. "You see this, man? This is the real tattoo." He even let out his laugh like a wheezing animal.

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

His face looked like a tomato and he touched his cheeks slowly. He scolded, 'You punks, you wounded my beautiful face. How can you do this to my face'? They looked at each other and began to laugh. Jun pointed his finger at them and said, 'Yaaa don't make fun of me'. TaeHwan wrapped his arm around his shoulders and mentioned, 'Hea, your oldi friend doesn't look so bad'. Jun exclaimed, 'What do you mean'? She laughed at the way he reacted. All of a sudden, her smile disappeared as her eyes landed on a familiar face outside the crowd. She mumbled, 'Tattoo guy?

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.