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*jingling the jester bells i obtained from the jesters i hunted &killed, but specifically bc im trying to reestablish traditional jester mating grounds as part of ongoing jester conservation efforts (so I can eventually return to hunting& slaughtering jesters for sport)*
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"I wish I could make my own patch pants!"
Listen to me. I am grabbing you by the face. You can. I need you to lock in. You can do it. You don't need expensive or brand new pants. Thrift a pair of pants. Get a pair your friend doesn't wear anymore. Ask around to see if people are getting rid of their clothing. There are pants. I promise. Okay. Get a plain shirt. Get some plain fabric. Same routine. Old shirts. Friend shirts. Old sheet. Cheap thrift shirt. Promotional tote bag you got two years ago. Hey. Look at me. You're doing great. You do not even need paint and a paint brush. You can get an acrylic paint pen. Write something on the fabric. Anything. Fun saying. Pronouns. Political opinion. Song lyrics. Anything. Cut out the fabric. Slap it on the pants. The hardest part is the sewing, but you are being so brave. It is thread through hole, then needle in and out of fabric. YouTube is your friend. Don't have thread? I've only ever used dental floss. The kind you can get at any store. It doesn't have to look good. It's not supposed to. The point is that you did it. You can do it. Hey, look at me. You can do it. Make the pants.
just visited the village witch and she restocked my herbs. we are so back. manifesting a smoke sesh with the court jester
Sam Dickinson you have bewitched me with your frat boy demeanour and stupid, shitty sunglasses
They let me hit because I was a court jester in a past life and whispered things both wise and whimsical in mine liege’s ear
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for your consideration, the tenderness of a jester finally taking off their mask and make up with their knight. finally putting down the entertainer facade and being bare for their lover to see. trying to crack a joke but puttering off after they stilt a fake laugh. a knight, knowing the weight of perception and expectations taking the jester's hands in their own and kissing them softly. "you need be no one else beyond the person in front of me."
a jester smiling uncomfortably and saying "i don't know how to do it in way that pleases you yet~" attempting a flirty tone, yet feeling sick at the reality of their words.
"don't please me. think not of me. think of you." the knight slowly tracing their finger along the jester's skin. trying to memorize the flesh that is perpetually covered by falsities and paint and ruffles. "because i adore you."
mmm jester that relentlessly teases the knight in front of their prince
jester that drags the knight into its routine knowing that his covered blush is never worse than under the prince’s amused gaze
jester that pokes and prods and covers up subtle caresses under its usual dramatics, making the knight’s skin burn under his armor
jester that loudly goes on and on abt the knights “inspiring” dedication while pressed against his back and trails its fingers down his chest plate before stopping at the belt of his sword
jester that hooks its chin over the knight’s shoulder, smiling widely up at the prince as it asks if he’s ever heard this “simply delightful” sound before it snakes its hand down the knight’s trousers and giggles at his choked gasp
jester that tells the knight to stop being so quiet and how the prince would enjoy seeing him loosen up a bit as it works its gloved fist over his cock and lifts up his visor so the prince can have a proper show
i want to live the prince x knight fantasy but i KNOW in my heart of hearts that i am the jester
