#jestercore

[licensedfool]

the collection so far

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[talentlesshuman]

Balatro ✖️ Shadow Milk Cookie

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[aroacebat]

Can you make some clown / jester blinkies ?

i snuck in a PRESSURE reference /silly

[stimmyneko]

[Ty Attic Treasures Calliope Bear]

[a-little-revolution]

Okay I'm just going to say it - I think that the subculture of queers embracing circus/jester aesthetics should really look into what that life was like for not only queer folk, but disabled and bipoc folk as well. We were exploited, abused, enslaved and displayed for public curiosity under the smokescreen of whimsy. Before reclamation can happen there needs to be an understanding of freakshow culture and what it truly meant for marginalized people.

[princess--misery]

It began with small things.

The king would sigh -

and the jester would be there.

Not arriving.

Already there.

Standing just out of reach, or perched on the banister, mask tilted, bells still.

The king noticed the pattern one rainy morning. He’d sat alone in the drawing room, crown off, elbows on his knees. The fire was low. His thoughts were heavy.

He hadn’t called for anyone.

But the jester stepped through the open doorway with a paper boat balanced on one hand, as if offering him the idea of sailing away.

The king smiled, startled.

"You always know."

The jester twirled once, balancing the boat on their hat.

After that, the king began to pay closer attention.

He would frown at a letter, and the jester would appear with a tray stacked absurdly high with books - most of them upside down.

He would wake from a restless sleep and find them sitting cross-legged on the floor, making animals from candle wax and dripping them like living things onto the stone.

He asked the wizard once, "Do they hear my thoughts?"

The wizard had only shrugged. "They might just hear you."

So the king watched.

He watched the way the jester’s steps always matched the room’s silence. How they moved like music written for no one else. How they bowed lower when he was tired. How they jingled more brightly when he was proud.

And one night, when no one else was there, he whispered to the jester:

"You make the silence feel gentle."

The jester didn’t move.

But they nodded.

A small, perfect movement.

As if to say:

I know.

[dudouji]

saw @milkcircus 's outfit for the Renaissance Faire and fell in love!!

[tylenolrage]

ARLECCHINO & PIERROT (PEDROLINO) - Digital Scrapbook * . f2u for desktop wallpapers & profile wallpapers - No AI & NFT.

[itsnottruuu]

I’ve never even played this game

[licensedfool]

born to be a fool? make the most of it!

[silly-detector]

the fact you can just paint your room to look like the inside of a circus tent. truly The use of free will

[shopwitchvamp]

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[wigglybug]

its OOPSY-DAISY !!!!

[a-little-revolution]

I think when it comes down to it, the reason this reclaimed circus and jester culture I'm seeing amongst queer people leaves such a bad taste in my mouth is because bodies like mine never got to leave it. What is there to reclaim when I am still a freak? When I could be surrounded by a diverse group of friends and I am still the one people laugh and point at? Life is the stage when you are the spectical - it's hard to reclaim what the audience never forgot.

[princess--misery]

The court had a new apprentice.

They wore too-long sleeves and scuffed boots, and carried scrolls they could barely lift. Their name was something soft and forgettable. They followed the court wizard like a duckling follows rain.

On their second week, they saw the jester.

Perched on the banister of the north stair. Balanced perfectly. Watching the rain fall sideways through the arched window.

The apprentice paused.

"…Hello?"

The jester turned their mask slowly. The bells jingled once.

The apprentice shifted. "You’re… um. You’re very good at not falling."

The jester tilted their head.

Then they hopped down with the grace of a dropped feather.

The apprentice took a step back. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to - uh, bother you. I’ve just never met a-"

The jester raised one hand and waved.

Not at them.

At their own reflection in a silver serving tray left on the floor.

Then they mimicked the apprentice’s nervous stance: one foot behind the other, clutching invisible scrolls. They shuffled forward, lips pursed behind the mask. The bells jangled like laughter.

"Are you - mocking me?" the apprentice asked, more confused than offended.

The jester stopped. Stood still.

Then repeated the apprentice’s sentence. Exactly.

But only in posture.

They bent their body into a question. Tilted their head like a comma. Raised their hands, palms up.

The bells spoke.

Not words, but rhythm.

As if they’d captured the shape of the question and made it music.

The apprentice stared.

"…Can I ask your name?"

The jester spun once, paused, then gently pressed a bell into the apprentice’s hand.

Then they were gone.

Vanished around a corner with a single, trailing chime.

The apprentice stood alone, the bell cupped in both palms.

The court wizard later found them still holding it.

"Did you talk to them?" he asked, frowning.

The apprentice blinked. "Kind of?"

The wizard only sighed. "Don’t get attached. They’re not what they seem."

The apprentice looked back toward the empty stairwell.

They didn’t agree.

But they said nothing.

The bell whispered quietly between their fingers.