[: ♤ M&rryTh3J3st3r ♧ :]

[:♤ M&rryTh3J3st3r ♧ :]

Fabulous day to all you lovely people ! I have finally come out of dormancy, which means I can look at tumblr again !

My name is [ Jester / Jest ] mainly, or Artificial Jester / Jester.com / Marry The Jester

I ask that if you somehow find my hosts blog, who I will not disclose the name of so it doesn’t find this blog (it’s not supposed to know I’m out of dormancy) that you do not inform it of this one. Thank you !

Another thing, this blog may have unsavory content on it, so read with caution. Block, do not report please.

This will update very often

Feel free to Jest (pun intended) at all my identities and disrespect them !

🧨 ➺ Pronouns: 

He / Him / They / Them / It / That / Glitch / Code / Site, etc. basically anything old tech related.

🃏 ➺ Identities:

♢ Omni (Both sexual and romantic)

♧ Emophila (Both Sexual and romantic)

♡ Trans Masc

♤ Interbinary

♢ Webgender

♧ Techgender

♡ Missingtexturegender

♤ Jesternarc

🫀➺ Kins:

♤ Jesterkin

♢ Cyrptidkin

♡ Paranormalkin

    ^

I am an old OC of my host, and the general gist of my story is that I was a self-aware ai/ghost who desperately tried to find a significant other.

📺 ➺ Fandoms I’m Into:

♤ FNaF

♡ MHA

♧ OHSHC

♢ Creepypasta

♤ My Babysitters a Vampire

♡ Gravity Falls

♧ Danny Phantom

♢ Yu-Gi-Oh

♤ Yandere Simulator

♡ Baldies Basics

♧ John Doe

♢ Six of Crows + Crooked Kingdom

♤ Silent Hill 2

🗄️ ➺ Tags I’ll Use:

༝   #.A Jesters Babbling’s - General

༝   #.Victim To a Fools Echo - Reposts

        ⇝   #.Displayed In The Court - Art Repost

༝   #.Revels of the Realm - Fandom

༝   #.Riddles Returned - Answering Asks

༝   #.Party’s of the Masqueraded - Mature Subject Matter

I’m fine with any form of interaction, moots, messaging, asking, commenting, rebloging, flirting, threatening, teasing, ragebaiting, chatting, etc, anything goes as long as it entertains you! I have no dni, follow your own though

Original Poem by M&rryTh3J3st3r

Ah, to be loved by the king and his court— to be seen, to be heard, to be touched by their grace. To be shoved, and thrown, and kicked through laughter’s roar; to be mocked and made to mock, a mirror for their cruel delight.

I exist for insult and applause alike— for the sting of their jeers, for the trembling art of pleasure. When the curtains fall and the torches dim,my craft does not end upon the stage.It slips beneath the silk and sweat, where the jester becomes confessor, and the art of laughter turns to sighs.

And yet—how I love these talents of mine:the body’s play, the voice’s grace,the sacred service of the fool.

The court may use me as it wills, but he—oh, he, the king— he is the sun for which I burn. His hand may strike or linger, his gaze may sear or bless, yet I am undone beneath it.

I love him still. With heart and flesh and foolish soul, I love him still.He calls for joy, and I am joy incarnate; he calls for sin, and I am the sin made flesh.

“These doppel-hearts have found each other’s hands and chosen to dance in love’s delight—yet left me standing in the wings! I, who embody my host’s darker moods and caged sorrows. True, I’ve not been the kindest to my lot, but still! To be left out of the revel feels a cruel jest indeed.”

“No. No I fear not.”

.    .Party’s of the Masqueraded Introduction.      .

- Block, do not report good friend. -