#jester things

i have written a fanfiction

for the first time in three years

remember that oneshot about ludwig and junior talking about painting i mentioned at some point in time? i finished it. god knows how.

its called colour theory because it sounded aesthetically pleasing and i dont know anything about painting

here is the link. i would like it if you read it. and let me know your thoughts. i havent written anything in so long but if you guys like this i may start doing some more fics. ive got ideas out the wazoo i just suck gay balls at actually doing anything with them.

i hope you like it!

if you hate it. uh. dont tell me. ill cry.

But you can't simply impose a new interest upon the masses. They'll abandon you, Louis. Instead, slowly conquer the audience with a really funny crossover. Then, before you realize it, they have accepted Napoléon as their new sovereign.

This is how empires are built, Louis.

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.