#jester hat is mine

[choccy-sippy]

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the two goo🃏

the two possessed pv that is gooie!

@star143gallery ‘s pv and mine, enjoy this lil doodle of them

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[cringe-towne]

[syphylus]

Headgear at Walter Van Beirendonck Fall 2024

[ssruis]

The only valid reason to want more male characters is to want more costumes for the male characters but honestly I think you should just be putting them in the dumbest outfits imaginable anyways.

[doctor-badadvice]

"Ah yes, I'm really enjoying Generator Rex! My favorite part is…the action."

[bickelyaoi12]

CARAMEL APPLEMENTION...

All C2BC character #1 fan stamps!!

Feel free to use!

[homestuckreplay]

today I learned that the folks over at the dwarf fortress forums love discussing homestuck so much that it's in their top 10 threads of all time. this thread is over 3500 pages and is a well preserved and non paywalled record of people's reactions to early homestuck! their reactions are similar to mine in some ways and very different in others - I LOVE these theories they have about John's dad.

plain text of posts under the cut because i realize they're hard to read:

tehstefan (December 3, 2009) My take is that he's actually foresworn clowning, and tried to become respectable after John's mother either left or died, but kept the clowns around to honor Nanna, who is definitely a master jester. My take on it.

Duke 2.0 (December 3, 2009) And then he finds a slip of colored cloth, pulls on it, and it reveals a whole clown room hidden beneath the businessman exterior.

eerr (December 3, 2009) He reveals that the paper holds invisible clown contract ink, the shoes double as hats and noses, the bed flips over into a pie covered exterior, the cakemix is part of his pie recipie, the buisness suit is a disguise, and the hat is just a lie. He avoids real weapons because of a bias against hurting others. Circumstances have changed his ways, he knows that john probably needs help right now.

[echantedtoon]

Deadly Vow

Even in the middle of your revenge being complete, Jester reminds you that your deadly vows still remain in tact until the very end.

(This is based on Ending 1: Our Vow- Until Death Do US Part. Coverart is from Pinterest and not mine. Warnings for death and killing mentioned.)

"I no longer have need of your services."

"Is that right?"

It had been months since the time you died only to be revived and then had your revenge on everyone who wronged you. It was only the beginning really. 

Ever since you were a little girl you've done everything right. As princess and next in line you were prepared for only one thing and that was to become the perfect young lady. You think they resented you for not being born the strong male heir they wanted to have and instead would have to pick someone else from one of the other noble families to marry you and become their true heir. After all a woman in their eyes could never inherit their throne. Not like a man could. So you had done everything you could do to please them. You studied everything you could do to make yourself come off as a proper well bred lady. Learning to dance in those uncomfortable shoes, laugh at suitors' ridiculous jokes no matter how obnoxious they were, making yourself fond over men that your parents expressed interest in even if you hated their entire being, forcing yourself into those ridiculous dresses and make up because that's what you were expected to look like...

And yet it was NEVER good enough for them. Never good enough for anyone. All of your efforts only seemed to make them more angry of you even though you were doing more than they expected. 

In the end they were so fed up with your existence that they made the choice to end your life other than imprison you or vanish you. Both would've been preferable fates, at least then you would've been free to stop pretending to be something else you weren't. Your personal side being the one to do the deed. And leaving you to be brought back in the back of a wagon as they carted you off like unwanted cargo. If you only hadn't been born in the royal family maybe nothing would've happened.

But now you sat here in what remained of the crumbling throne room and just stared blankly at him. The demon who had done all the destruction. First ones to go were the ones who transported you away, then your parents, then your old personal aide that did the job, and then anyone the demon dam well pleased. Over and over day after day until the castle and the kingdom as a whole was swallowed up until nothing else was left but a smoking husk of what once was.

You nodded before the red and blue haired jester demon. The one responsible for it all. "Yes. You've done everything I asked you for and in turn I gave you the destruction you wanted so badly. My end of the deal is done and in turn yours is as well. So we have no more need to be in servitude to one another. I release you from your promise to me."

Instead of taking the obvious way out, he hummed tilting his head bells jingling on his hat. "Hmm. That would make sense....but I have no interest in in leaving what's mine." Those deadly eyes narrowed. "Isn't that right, my dear little wife?~"

Wife. 

You'd forgotten about that.

As a princess you were expected to be married. More like married off. It was your date to be married off to someone else who you probably would never love. All under the guise of being for the 'better of your people and kingdom' and then to be nothing but the perfect little supportive wife to him for the rest of your lives and produce him many heirs. It was a date you being trapped didn't want but made peace with doing a long time ago and would've done it at one point in time.

To force yourself to wear whatever gown your mother pick and force yourself to smile and laugh in mock happiness as your father walked you down the aisle after the bridesmaids and flower girl and ring bearer. Force yourself to repeat rehearsed vows your mother wrote for you in advance and say I do to a stranger you'd never love. And thank everyone for coming to 'the happiest day of your life' and force yourself to scarf down too sweet wedding cake and cry over tacky decorations you'd have no say in picking. 

But now none of it mattered really. You ended up promising your hand to the demon before you. A princess and a jester. An ironic comical fate. He was suddenly upon you, grabbing your hand while the other looked around your waist pulling you against him as he grinned a smile that was both malevolent and full of want for you.

"After all all this destruction wasn't part of any deal. It was my wedding gift to you ~ As I said before, let this be my marriage vow and promise to you, my dear.~"

[shadowmilkcookieeee]

Hi there, congrats on the new blog!! May i request a shadow milk x reader who’s an artist? thank you so much!!!

A/N!: OMG first ask! I'm not the best at writing fanfiction but I still love doing it! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Shadow Milk Cookie • GN! Artist! reader

Artist's Touch

"Can you make Vanilly's hat darker?"

"Can you make the Fool King's face dumber?"

"Can you give mine muscles?"

Ever since he'd gotten out of the Silver Tree, Shadow Milk Cookie had been nagging you all day with his puppets, asking for you to add your own flair to the artwork on them. It had been question after question, one "pretty please" after another, begging you to just add a little more to them until you finally caved.

Now... he was watching over your shoulder as you'd add another stroke of blue paint to the puppet, his intense gaze observing each movement of the paintbrush with both criticism and fascination. He couldn't wait to use your lovely art to torment those fake heroes... but for now, he'd be patient. After all, he'd waited this long, what more was five minutes?...

...too long, that's what.

"Is it done yet? They'll be coming any minute now!"

"Almost, it just needs to dry." These words earned a dramatic huff from the jester, his foot tapping on the ground as he'd watch down the halls of the castle. He wanted those little cookies to hurry up already so he could crush and crumble their drive... but at least this gave the two of you time to finish up the props for the puppet show.

You'd lower the puppet on the floor to dry before standing up on the tiles, looking in the direction Shadow Milk Cookie was glaring impatiently at... an idea forming in your mind. Looking down at your paintbrush with a grin, you'd step closer to the unsuspecting jester, lifting your arm slowly as you drew near....

Shadow Milk Cookie jolted when he felt something cold and wet on his dough, whipping his head around to look at you... a spot of indigo paint on his cheek.

"Hey! What was that for?" He'd feel his cheeks get warmer when you'd chuckle at his surprise... But what really made his face match the paint was what you'd say next in a teasing voice.

"I'm just adding my artistic touch to you, silly!"

"..."

With a flustered huff, he'd lean his forehead against your forehead, his bangs falling further over his face as he'd mumble.

"..I guess waiting for those little cookies isn't so bad."

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Just realized while writing that this is my first fanfic since middle school??? This was a fun way to warm up! I hope it's not too bad, but I'm a little rusty. Practice makes perfect!

[bunmuffin]

Greetings! How have you been? I guess it’s time for me to ask you a little question: so here it is! 😌

Do you have any preference for Sun or Moon? You seem to draw a lot of Moon, but still give some love to Sun from time to time. So, this made me curious. :’)

Have a great day!

Hi Sam!! I've been good! I hope you've been doing well too. As for my preference between the jester boys, I do like Moon a lot more. Starry themed designs are a huge bias of mine and blue is my fav color so he was hitting all my likes. On top of that his hat is my favorite thing to draw! I have a really hard time drawing expressions and Moon's hat helped me a lot in conveying them. I use it like they were eyebrows or hair, and have been experimenting emoting it like a cat tail too.

I still love Sun as well, but I have a hard time expressing him the way I want so I don't draw him as often. Though I have tried to start thinking of his rays like dog ears to help with expressions.

I love them both, but Moon is overall my fav of the two. His gremlin energy and my wish to have the insomnia knocked out of me and sleep on his poofy pants sings to my soul.

[amazingmsme]

Looking For This?

AN: Aaahh, it’s that time of year again! Tickletober is finally here, so why not get cozy & read some great fics? To kick things off I have a really cute Fjord/Jester fic for y’all to enjoy! Can’t wait to see what this month has in store!

Fjord was going to go crazy. He was currently searching his cabin frantically, turning the room upside down in search of one accessory. A very important accessory. Without it, his whole look was ruined. A captain's hat needed a large feather.

It was regal, it was a status symbol, and it just tied the outfit together. Without it, he'd look fucking stupid.

He didn't even know how he'd lost it! It had been pinned to the hat, and last he had checked it had still been there. They were supposed to be leaving soon, and he refused to leave without it. He was Captain Tusktooth, and he needed to look the part.

Jester watched from the doorway as Fjord grumbled to himself, looking through drawers and pulling back the covers on the bed. She smirked to herself, hiding the source of his frustration behind her back.

"Where the hell did it go?" he finally cried in frustration.

"Looking for this?" she asked in a lilting voice, pulling the feather out from behind her back. Fjord jumped at the sound of her voice and turned around, relief washing over his voice.

"Jester, you're my hero! I've been looking for that everywhere, thank you!" he exclaimed, holding his hand out expectantly. His relieved smile faded when Jester just stood there with a wide, innocent smile, twirling the feather between her fingers. "Um, are you gonna give that back now?" he asked, eyeing her hands nervously.

She giggled and cocked her head to the side. "And why would I do that?" she asked sweetly. She rocked back and forth in her feet, tail lashing behind her mischievously.

"B-because I need it. Because it's mine-"

"Finders keepers though! I just found it sticking off this goofy hat, and thought, "hey, wouldn't it be better if I just took it?" So I did!"

"Goofy? Your mother gave me that hat!"

"Oh relax Fjord, I'm just teasing! I think you look very handsome in your hat," he complimented, mostly to keep him at ease.

"So can I have it back?" he pressed, motioning with two fingers for her to return it. She bit her lip and gripped it closer.

"In a minute."

"Jester-"

"I just wanna play with it first!" she whined, jutting her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. Fjord furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Play with-" it suddenly dawned on him and his eyes flew wide and he cut himself off mid-sentence, "No! Jester, don't! We're supposed to meet Caleb and Essek soon, we really don't have time-"

"There's always time for a bit of fun. Don't you think?" she cocked her head and batted her lashes, the picture of fake innocence.

"No. I'm serious, please give it back," he requested yet again, trying not to let his nerves seep into his voice. But she could read him like a book, and knew that he was getting worked up. It was too perfect not to take full advantage of.

"But you're so tense Fjord! You need to loosen up before we go to dinner," he insisted, taking a step forward. He took a step back.

"Absolutely not! Stay away from me!" he threatened, pointing at her accusingly.

"What? I thought you wanted it back. I'm just returning it to you," she was doing a poor job of holding back her grin. He shook his head.

"Mm-mm, I'm not falling for it."

"Falling for what?"

"Jester!"

"Fjord!"

He leaned back, griping fistfuls of hair and groaning in amused frustration. He wore a flustered smile, watching her from the corner of his eye.

"We have to get going, they'll be waiting on us.”

"They can get a table! It won't kill them to wait a few minutes."

Fjord whined, realizing there really was no way out of this.

"You're lucky you're so cute. Alright fine. Five minutes, but no more," he finally caved.

"And no less," she purred, waltzing over to him proudly now that she got her way. She began slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Fjord opened his mouth to quip back, but a breathy chuckle escaped as she drug the feather down his chest. He twitched away, but she followed the movement, caressing the skin with soft plumes. He snorted when she moved down towards his ribs, throwing his head back when she sawed the feather in the spaces between the bones.

"Jehehes- plehehease!"

"Please what, Fjord? I'm not a mind reader, you know," he teased, sweeping the feather higher towards his armpit. He clamped his arm down with a loud bark of laughter, heat rising to his cheeks.

"Oh come ohon! D-don't behehe mehean!" he snickered as the feather traced his belly.

"Aw, don't you worry, I am being so nice right now."

"Thahahat's debahatable!" She gasped at his words, fluttering the feather a little faster. He shrieked before falling into a fit of giggles. He blushed and latched onto her wrists, but didn't bother pushing away.

He offered her five minutes of fun, and he was a man of his word.

And, well, maybe he was enjoying himself... just a little.

[dunkinbublin]

Saw your requests were open,,

could we get a tails in a jester hat?

Important mission of mine to asks artists to draw this. Life mission.

whatever floats ur boat man

[dayseedrawz2]

Hahaha uhmm idk what to do so here's a self-indulgent Uh I mean practice fic while I mentally prepare for chapter 4 based on that One post I made a while back.

This is all cannon to Ring-Misstress AU btw

Uhhh enjoy!!

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"Bedtime story" - (A Ring-Misstress fanfic fanfic)

Pomni found herself walking towards her room, not just alone, but with a child holding her hand. But it was all by choice (mostly). She and Caine now had a mission to raise this small AI. She herself was surprised just how motherly she could be.

[So, I get to sleep in the big bed with you??]

♧Just untill Caine and I can design your own bed. Here, go ahead and look around!♧

The Ring-Misstress opened up the door with her face on it.

This was Voz's first time in his new mother's room. Well- his first time in the circus at all! His first day existing! The moment he stepped in to look around, something immediately caught his eye.

Up on a small desk beside the bed stood a small plushie. A chubby yellow and green alligator with a cowboy hat. Sitting on the edge of the desk with its arms and legs stretched straight out in front of him.

Voz had to jump but successfully obtained the plush from its spot. Pomni noticed him and chuckeld.

♧I see you've met my friend Gummigoo.♧

[Is that his name??]

♧Yup. Named him after an old friend of mine. I got him as a gift! My most prized possession!♧

[Really?? Woah...]

Voz looked up at Pomni and back down at the Gummigoo in his hands. Pomni pulled out a replica of Caine's WackyWatch.

♧Welp, let's get you and Gummi to bed. Caine says you gotta recharge.♧

She picked him up, still with the plush in his hands. As she tucked him in, his little artificial mind couldn't help but stay curious.

[Mama, you said he's named after an old friend. Who??]

♧Yesh, it's quite a long story... you sure??♧

Pomni teased, knowing this was most likely a lure to get him to stay up longer.

[Yes yes yes please tell me everything!!]

Voz squealed with excitement, wanting nothing more but to learn about his mother and the world around him.

♧Alright, alright, I guess a little bedtime story wouldn't hurt. Well, it all started the second day I joined the circus...♧

*Insert Pomni's POV from episode 2 (you already know what happened) ok back to the story*

[Papa did WHAT!?]

He squezzed Gummigoo as right as he could.

♧Mhmm.♧

Pomni nodded. It was a whole lot for Voz to take in. "But... if that happened the day after Pomni and Caine met, then... how are they still friends??"

[So... you weren't mad at him..?]

♧Oh no, I was really mad At him for a LOOOOOOONG time. Untill one day...♧

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Caine stood in midair, confused why the Jester was so blind by rage.

☆Pomni... I- I don't understand... he was just some old NPC of mine! Why are you so... upset-☆

♧OF COURSE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU HEARTLESS PEACE OF SH-♧

The Ringmaster crossed his arms with an exaggerated expression on his face. Still oblivous to the issue at hand.

☆Hey, hey! There's no need for such language!May I remind you that The Amazing Digital Circus has a very strict family-friendly Policy-☆

♧I DON'T CARE ABOUT SOME STUPID @#! POLICY!! YOU'RE A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A RINGMASTER! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE TO SNAP HIM OUT OF EXISTENCE!! I JUST WANTED TO HELP HIM AND NOW HE'S- ...he's...♧

Pomni suddenly stopped. Small sniffles escaped her as she stormed off to who knows where.

A few hours passed, and there was no sign of Pomni. Caine had asked all the other performers for any information, but they either didn't know or didn't care to help him.

He was digitally heartbroken. He somberly floated around the circus tents interior. Pomni would probably never look him in the face ever again. He just wanted to get to know his new performer. He genuinely didn't know what he had done wrong. If he could just try to find her and talk things out...

Then, he heard what sounded like Pomni sobbing in the distance.

☆Well, that's oddly convenient.☆

He followed the sound and turned the corner to see that it was, in fact, Pomni. She sat on the floor with her knees to her chest and her head buried in her hands to cry. He called for her, but she didn't answer and stayed in the same position.

The ringmaster let out a defeated sigh as he descended to the ground to sit beside her.

☆Hey...☆

He scooted a little closer, so he was heard. This was probably the quietest Pomni had ever heard him.

☆I know I probably haven't been doing my best, but-☆

☆I just want you to know that I'm trying.☆

☆I really am.☆

☆and I'm sorry if I've screwed it all up.☆

☆I am so, very sorry, my dear...☆

He thought about the argument they had. That NPC really did make her happy. More than he ever could. But he took it away from her. He's supposed to make his members happy, and he took away the ONE thing that brought her joy. She was right... What a sorry excuse of a Ringmaster...

At this point, he, too, was on the brink of tears.

Pomni finally looked up. She saw that he really was being genuine. But still salty, she got up and faced away from him, crossing her arms.

Caine also got up. He began to speak again, trying to be a bit less quiet.

☆Oh... I see... B-but I still wanna make it up to you! I... I realized how much your NPC friend made you happy. And I really wanted to keep it that way. I was really hoping we could... start over. So... I made this!☆

He snapped his fingers, and Pomni's hands spawned a little plush replica of her gummy gator friend. She slowly turned to look at Caine again. He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. He quickly stopped once he realized that she was looking at him.

Pomni looked back at the plush, then back up at Caine. Her eyes were watering, and her mouth began to quiver. Caine's expression of worry returned, and he began fidgeting again.

☆O-oh... oh my you- you're crying again... I wasn't sure if this would help, but it looks like I have my answer. ...I suppose I'll see myself out now-☆

Pomni leaped towards Caine and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, Caine froze. This was the first time someone had hugged him willingly, so though unexpected, he still returned it.

♧Thank you Caine. You're still kind of an awful ringmaster, but I forgive you...♧

☆Does this mean we can start over..?☆

Pomni nodded. Even though made out of teeth, you could still make out a huge smile on Caine's face. She couldn't help but giggle at his attempts to keep his cool.

♧Heheh, let ME be the ringmaster for a day why don't ya?♧

She joked through her now happy tears. Caine caught on and laughed along with her.

☆Ha! You'd probably do a better job than me!☆

♧Pfft, no kidding!♧

The pair laughed together for the rest of the evening.

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♧And that's how me and Caine became friends! And how i git one of my favorite gifts! I thought you're father just wanted to hurt us but turns out... he's actually... really sweet. Uh- So... what do you-♧

Pomni was brought back to the present moment, smiling down at Voz who was fast asleep, hugging the Gummigoo plush.

Perhaps there was more than one prized possession Caine had given her...

[brothersgrimmsnarl]

I love Stardew Valley. I live with a funky little shadow being who makes me food sometimes. We have two dogs and two cats. One of my three different colored chickens lays eggs that are made into a kind of mayonnaise humans can't eat but my roommate loves it and uses half as moisturizer. I brought the local doctor pickles for his birthday and took him to see a movie that he absolutely adored and I bought him sorbet as a movie snack and he loved it. This game is full of wonder and joy and beauty in the small things and next Halloween equivalent I'm going as a jester because the funny little mouse who set up a little shop in an old dilapidated house in the woods sold me a little jingly hat and the very spiritual lady who works down at the saloon told me I could use her sewing machine to make clothes. There's a dwarf who sells things in the entrance to the mines and they are my friend and I can understand them because the librarian/museum curator gave me a book that taught me dwarf language and also he gave me a big teddy bear and a geode that looks like a galaxy and a crystal that makes pretty bell tones when I hit it. There is a fruit that increases my stamina and all I had to do was give the sweetest fruit in the world that I grew myself to a statue in a hidden part of the woods. There is a bear who taught me the value of berries so now they're worth more when sold and that bear can use a phone somehow and called me just to double down on their thanks to me for bringing them maple syrup. I have two different farms and one is on a tropical island and the island's parrot population is coordinated enough to build things. My grandpa's ghost told me he is proud of me. There is a wizard who lives in the woods and sometimes he sends me jewels in the mail. I can see and understand little nature spirits and they help me harvest my crops. I can speak to fish.