Octin Prison

Welcome to the yard, designers! Octin Prison is here to serve some serious typographic time, offering seven weights of pure, unadulterated visual toughness. This font family isn’t just doing a stint in design—it’s here for the long haul, ready to transform your projects into maximum-security masterpieces.

From the lightweight “minimum security” to the heavy “solitary confinement” black, Octin Prison gives you a full range of typographic muscle. The lighter weights sneak your message past even the most vigilant eyes, while the heavier grades slam your words home with all the subtlety of a jailhouse door. But don’t let the name fool you—this versatile typeface breaks out of confinement to serve time across a range of themes. It flexes its biceps for sports teams, stands at attention for military units, keeps order for police departments, and puts in hard labor at construction sites.

Octin Prison speaks the language of toughness in any tongue. With support for most Latin-based European writing systems, it ensures your message maintains its street cred from the back alleys of Brooklyn to the rugged coastlines of Norway. It’s a typeface that’s done time on both sides of the Atlantic and lived to tell the tale. This font is just one member of the notorious Octin gang. Team up with Octin Sports for designs that go the extra mile, Octin College for a more scholarly approach to toughness, Octin Stencil for military-grade impact, Octin Vintage for old-school grit, and Octin Spraypaint for that raw, street-smart edge.

In a design world full of pushovers, Octin Prison stands its ground. It’s for brands that don’t just make an impression—they leave a mark. For messages that don’t whisper—they lay down the law. From “Wanted” posters to hardcore band logos, Octin Prison communicates with the raw power of a prison-yard push-up contest champion. Choose Octin Prison and let your designs do hard time in the penitentiary of powerful typography. Because in the cell block of impactful type, Octin Prison isn’t just serving a sentence—it’s running the whole dang joint.