#jesters my beloved

[master-of-stupidity]

Oh my gosh I just noticed the CLOWN EUEGENE pfp!!! 🤩

DBDHSHJSKS Jester Eugene is literally so silly I love him smm n I wish there was more of him 🙏

I need to hold him n shake him around like a lil rag doll he's so perfect

[floweroflaurelin]

Huevember day 11: Proposal in Blumenthal 💖🌿✨💖

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“Oh, Admiral Tusktooth, yes I will!”

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Huevember is back with another Echoes of the Solstice painting! I had to take a week off to focus on work for my job but I’m glad to be back on the huevember grind 💪🏽 In this one I thought it was just going to be the fjorjester kiss but then I remembered Artagan made that wreath and decided to go a bit extra with it 😆🌿✨

[demenior]

Been thinking abt the "girl gets boyfriend jealous on purpose" trope but it's FjordJester and it's Fjord who lets people flirt with him, warns them he has the most beautiful girlfriend with a mean right hook, and if they don't take the hint Jester gets to start a bar brawl.

They've been arrested twice for public indecency on their way home after getting kicked out of the bar.

[jestroer]

The thing about me is that i want imaginary children to have fun and be friends

[starrspice]

The Paper Stars AU won the poll so here it is!!!

So this is basically a Secret Agent AU

Sun and Moon, two of the top agents in their field are tasked with stopping Y/N, an ex-agent turned international super thief. Sun and Moon are the only people to have captured them (even though they escaped during transport) and the only ones so far to fully figure out their clues and secrets left behind.

Meanwhile Y/N enjoys the challenge of a good heist, even more so with a couple of agents on their heels. They always leave behind a paper star at each heist location as a calling card, and Sun and Moon were the first to realize they leave hints for what their next target is going to be.

Sun is a bit of a tinkerer in this AU, often testing and creating new gadgets for him and Moon to use in the field! He's better at hacking ane coding than he is at inventing and mechanics, but a few of his inventions have proven quite useful

Moon is far better at putting Sun's gadgets to use than Sun is, but he's also known for being resourceful and quick on his feet. He's still got an old injury that was never properly repaired right but that doesn't stop him.

Y/N was once the agency's top operative, specializing in disguise and covert missions. After a huge mission gone awry Y/N took a year off duty before suddenly abandoning the agency and become a world renowned thief. Nobody is quite sure how or why and Y/N refuses to explain.

As much as Y/N adores the two they aren't the type to pull their punches. Often tying the agents up to make a get away or roughing them up in a fist fight. They're the very definition of a wild card. Nobody can ever be sure if they'll slip in and out of a heist through stealth or make a big show out of pulling off a caper, and that uncertainty makes the entire organization jumpy which is just how Y/N likes it

[ashipiko]

DANCE WITH ME YOU LI-IA-IAR ♡

OVERBLOT ASHI??? ANYBODY??? the ANGST that this baby can store!!! SHEESH!!!!!!! <3 I only have one post dedicated to her and liar dance lyric analysis (the post is kinda outdated in gen) BUT…… I also have an overblot monologue as a treat 🫶 I wanted to better explain her angst and so!!! BABAM!!! enjoy

ASHI’S MONOLOGUE:

Sometimes I wonder why I ended up here.

A place named “Twisted Wonderland”, and at a school named “Night Raven College”.

At first, I figured that I was the odd one out— Y’know, the Ramshackle prefect and everything. The magicless girl at the magical all boys school? Nuts, ain’t it?

I’m known for a lot of things. Things that are different from the others. The fact that I stand out is part of the Ashi charm, something I’m known for.

But… Over time I found myself sorta feeling in place here.

Because as much as I try to believe it, I can’t safely say that I’m better than anyone else here.

I’m a fake. I make conversation and lots of friends, but for what? A backup in case something goes wrong? A sense of protection for my reputation? In what case are any of those friendships something I truly want? In what case are any of these strings more than just a tool instead of a thread made of my real feelings?

Behind this, I’m no different from any other student here. Even through my individuality, my cheerfulness, my endearing oddness… I’m still a horrible person. Using people to get what I want, toying with people and their feelings in order to gain power and gain a spot the top. All to become untouchable. It’s screwed. It’s not right.

My insides are ugly. The truth of me is something I want to keep tucked away deeply, because I don’t want people to see this part of me. A brash, annoying, selfish version of me, everything people hate to see. I don’t want this side of me to be seen because people will run away— people I don’t care much about, sures, but people I love, too. I don’t want to drive them away. So I keep quiet and give them a shallow show.

I give them a source of entertainment that’s controlled by the real me, every calculated movement translating into a marionette-like response. The only show I allow you to see is one that’s so carefully crafted by the chaotic clown backstage. The one that is shunned away from the light, the strings being the only hint of the puppet’s phony existence to the foolish audience.

But suddenly, I feel as if being here has started to let this side of me come crawling back into the spotlight.

It scares me.

It scares me to be vulnerable, let all of my faults lay out on the table like playing cards. To take the risk without the protection, to gamble everything I’ve built up away just like that. But you…

You.

You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I don’t need to hide anything. I can give you the key to my heart and you would have no malicious intent. You wouldn’t cut out the parts people don’t like. You would enjoy the performance in full, every bit of it.

You make me believe that I’m nothing special, and yet something so valuable at the same time.

It’s silly. You’re silly. And yet that’s something that’s helped me.

It’s helped me realize that that truly is just how people are.

We aren’t villains. We aren’t antagonists. We aren’t monsters.

We are nothing but people, with faults and feelings that should be valued.

I am more than just a jester, a sake of entertainment.

I’m a person who is entirely worthy of love. All of me.

It reminds me that I must’ve came here for a reason.

Because this is where I belong.

[crabsnpersimmons]

Happy valentines day!

happy valentines day to you too!

i didn't plan any art for valentines day (besides my gift for the valentines secret santa event), but here's a little hairdresser Sun i drew as a pre-class pick-me-up this morning (added some heart stickers to make it valentines-y):

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Someone asked why my cat guy was in a bikini, and the answer is: Men and them can wear bikini’s too!

To demonstrate, here’s Lan Wangji and his brunch friend Elle Woods at their weekly summer hangout.

[fuck-off-im-ace]

If i had a nickel for every time i fell in love with a Laura Bailey character i'd have like 5 nickels, which is kinda a lot like ooh my god someone has to stop her??

[kogglyuffs]

I LOVE CLOWN SONIC SO MUCH RNNN

[ashersanity]

I know you're a whitney enthusiast but please drop some messed up jealous corrupted sydney.

🤲

- 🤡 Jester

pft, don’t you know that I’m also a sydney enthusiast too, jester? or more like johan is.

if you haven’t already seen this post, involves corrupted yan!syd, if so then, I’m still willing to write for you a few snippets of my stupid ideas.

cw! mentions of violence, blood, non-con, burning, possessive and abusive behaviour, shitty rambles

I think.. I may have unintentionally made sydney terrifying, shit.

jealous c!sydney that can’t help but look in your direction, across from the library counter as you chat away and giggle to kylar’s sketches. their now ex-childhood friend smiling to themselves, proud to be the one responsible for that precious laughter. amber eyes narrowing at the sight, grip tightening, not even realizing they crushed the pen in their hand before a droplet of ink drips down to the carpeted floor.

jealous c!sydney’s fist that doesn’t hesitate to meet whitney’s face the second they openly refer to you as their ‘slut’, the two school mates now thrashing and squirming around on the ground, attracting quite the crowd. the bully sauntering off with a pissed look on the face, utterly humiliated that they lost to sydney of all people. seriously, the bastard is gonna get it once they’re alone again, mark their word. obviously the fallen doesn’t care, for they have you to now tend to their wounds that whitney left behind.

jealous c!sydney who purposefully sends blowed kisses your way whenever you sit at robin’s table during lunch time. of course, they’re petty like that, wants the stupid orphan to know that you’re their partner first and foremost, the one who took sydney’s virginity. enjoys the change in the other’s features, a slight frown forming on their face as they watch the initiate walk away.

jealous c!sydney who insists on marking you, leaving ‘subtle’ traces of their existence across your body. starts randomly nipping at the blade of your shoulder at times, softly claiming they’re only being playful, right? that’s what lovers do to each other sometimes, right? for it is too late once they’ve written their name down on that exact spot again, in bright red letters, unable to be missed by any filthy fucker who tries to get their hands on you.

jealous c!sydney who’s now tugging at your wrist, sneaking you inside the prayer room, insistant kisses sloppily left all over your mouth and face. god, they need you, they really do. wandering hands not stopping despite your protests, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and flushed cheeks, begging them to stop. lost through maddened lust, no driven wild by their all time high jealousy, does not listen, only ignores your frantic pleas.

jealous c!sydney who now has a torch in hand, shrill screams echoing through the isolated room as the burning fire meets your flesh, forever ingraining themselves into you. warm arms finding their way around your trembling frame, cooing you sweet nothings, reassuring you with kisses as if they didn’t just burn you. burnt your skin, irreparably leaving their mark behind. you won’t leave them after this, not ever.

“oh, my beloved,” sydney murmurs against your ear, tracing the length of their finger across your cheek, smearing fresh blood along the skin. the same one they’d cup at while you two kissed, familiar warmth now replaced with something else, something more.. sinister. darker. “don’t you understand? we belong to each other now. as one.”

[stacia-honey-art]

The Mighty Nein Stickers are all ready to go! They are available here!

I really hope y'all like them!

Don't tell the Vox Machina stickers but I think I might like these ones more 💀

[cupophrogs]

i want to grab ur ocs under their arms and make them dance like cat owners do with their cats

Ah! Thank you so much! Speaking of arms-

Poppet has none! They don't have any lips either...

You know how a tiger will gnaw off it's own leg to escape a trap? Well, the Minis certainly got a feast out of it! After taking a small vat of acid to the face and resisting the Prototype, Poppet was strung up with the rest of the Smiling Critters and left to the mercy of the Minis. So, despite the agony and the blood loss, Poppet chewed through sleeves and sinew until they were free. They've mostly been hiding in their box ever since.

Close ups!

Fun Fact: Poppet's box is hooked up to the Gas Production Zone, so it functions like a stasis chamber. Whenever Poppet is inside, the lid locks, and Poppet basically goes into hibernation. It's the only reason they haven't starved, and why the box must be wound to open! Turning the crank shuts off the gas so it doesn't leak when the box is opened. There is an internal mechanism so Poppet can get out without help, but it takes a break in the gas for them to be awake enough to pull it.

[jestroer]

The silly. The goofy.

[ariadne-mouse]

Love Matt switching to a character who WILL not keep track of word count for Sendings so he doesn't have to either 😂

[kasuyoko]

my three girlfriends

and yes, they smoke weed.