Juggalo Face Tattoo Novels & Stories

The other three thugs glanced at each other before they, too, pulled their shirts open to reveal the same wolf-head tattoo on their chests. “It’s just a tattoo. How’s that frightening?” Fane let out a frosty laugh after taking a look at their chests as if he was watching a clown show.

I hear him curse at me as I'm knocked on my ass. "Watch where you're walking," His voice is a growl and so not appreciated after the time I've had. I look up to see a face I don't recognize. Someone completely unknown to me. I open my mouth to tell him exactly what's on my mind-none of it is nice mind you-and I abruptly stop when I catch sight of the tattoo on his inner forearm. A tattoo I've seen many times on many different people. It's an oddly shaped star of sorts with what looks like two scythes circling it. A very specific type of tattoo. A specific gang tattoo. A tattoo I'm all too familiar with.

He grabs a coffee and starts to head towards the door but before he can get outside a couple of the pack teenagers come rushing in resulting in one of them bumping into him and spilling his coffee all over his wife-beater. He laughs it off and sends Coby the boy responsible for the mess off to make him another coffee while he takes his shirt off and the second the black material leaves his back a gasp leaves my throat. There on the bottom of his neck is a bright and colourful tattoo. It's a large stem with 4 or 5 flowers coming off of it, each flower a different colour and brightness, and underneath the flower, there is a name in big red letters saying J.A.Y. Immediately my heart starts poun

He said, stripping his clothes off. Mark started laughing, the moment Josiah tool his shirt off. “What?” Josiah asked. “When did you get a tattoo?” He asked. “I didn’t” Josiah answered. “Someone tattooed a masked man riding a unicorn on your back right in the center. It looks like the Unicorn is farting glitter and rainbow stars.” “Those clever bastards. They must have tattooed the rune on me in my sleep. You will have to cut the tattoo off of me.” He said to Mark.

she gasped, her face screwed up in disgust. He grinned down at her, his crooked teeth gleaming in the dim streetlights. He was wearing baggy ripped blue jeans and a grey T-shirt that moulded to his hard, lean muscles. His head was shaved and tattoos showed on every visible part of his body, including a grinning skull plastered across his face. Most of his tats were emblazoned with gang images. He reached out to grab her again and she threw up a hand to push him away.

His hand slid lower, over the curve of my ass, where on one side of my ass cheeks his name, ‘JOSH’, was tattooed in dark, bold letters, and on the other, ‘WEST. Josh let out a low, disbelieving sound that was half a laugh and half a groan. His hand tightened on my right ass, gripping hard before pulling back. Then his palm landed with a stinging smack against my right ass cheek, making me gasp, breathless. “You’re out of your mind,” Josh muttered, but he didn’t move his hand away. He leaned closer, his eyes now fixed on my back. That’s when he saw it, my bold, detailed tattoo of his face, staring up at him from the curve of my spine.

Blood sprayed. Druscilla flinched back in her seat, eyes wide—terrified, but I caught the flicker of relief too. She'd never seen this side of me. The monster. The guy lifted his head, nose smashed, blood pouring. A tattoo curled behind his ear—Vladka. Serpent and scorpion ink. Street-level scum. I didn't give a damn. He snarled, "Hey, who the fuck do you think—" I drove my fist into his face again. Bone crunched. Grabbed his wrist, yanked his arm straight.

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

There are rumors of them carving an hourglass into the flesh of their enemies and I want to believe its just a myth. There was also a skull with little flies buzzing around it between the reaper's hands. Didn’t have to guess what that meant. Some Flyers get their logo tattooed on their chest and others on their back. My dad’s was on his back but I knew Missile’s for example was on his chest. I had no clue if one had a different significance than the other but I was curious. For whatever reason I felt like it was a very personal question, one I would have to wait to find out. I damn sure wasn’t going to ask where Punch got his. “Here,” he shouts, holding out the paper and stopping abruptly, I