#wisefool

purchased this individual at a yard sale for one (1) US dollar. what is the mark in the middle of the forehead?  clown power crystal?

Meg A. Bus, third-in-line to the Bus fortune. a fad for having crystals on you resulted in her current state; the gem (accursed loot from the hoard of the Bastard Horde) is pressing into her forebrain and sapping any energies she may have originally possessed. everybody’s moved on to the new “thing” - at time of writing, fitting as few clowns as possible into a single big car - but the Bus women are stubborn, and not one to let go of an accessory just because it’s “out of fashion” or “steeped in evil” or “actively hastening [their] deaths”.

saw this funny lookin’ character sitting on the bridge, this little fella’ who i met on my travels…who are they?

Fester Festive, former barnaclefarmer. they gained mysterious bridge-related powers from donning the velour footie pyjamas of the previous bridgekeeper but it’s not what they wanted out of their career. they only drink water that has passed under the bridge; it’s not required, they just like it. there is a rumour that they’ll carry you across the bridge if you ask, but that was one time, and they’re frankly sick of hearing about it.

a friend i acquired off ebay. they insisted on the frames and stickers.

Who is this rollerblading bastard with the lovely fashion sense?

mid-tier roller derby participant Pierre Rot Ruinaire. clownish roller derby is immensely welcoming, accepting even Bastards “as long as you can falldown in a funny way” (as per official league rules). his day job is among the Tragicians, who also accept even Bastards “as long as you can falldown in like a way that generates pathos, a pathetic way so to speak” (as per the subfactional charter).

Sequoia Gilderbritches, tireless spokesclown of the Funny Little Men’s Union, which represents clowns, jesters, fools, knaves, etc. in their ongoing dispute against God. under her watch, the union has already secured reincarnation rights for anyone who’s ever told a joke. she’s a Wisefool on the side, using her powers to fend off strikebreaker-angels.

Hello! My friend bought this clown on Ebay with a broken foot. He named her Rosy and we’re wondering what her origins are. 

Rosa “Rosy” Cea. a woman of noble birth before her initiation into Wisefoolery, she now awkwardly straddles the thin white line between courtly intrigues and academic drama. the Emperor himself trod on and shattered her foot, and she deeply appreciates this extenuating circumstance, taking leave from both of her hectic lives.

[submitted by @sanrio97]  two of them

Navidad and Little Christchild. Navidad’s infinitely-extended paternity leave/sabbatical from the Wisefools has resulted in his tendrils turning frostbitten and black as activated charcoals; yet he still tends his cherub, applauding his infantile bits as though they were a) divinely inspired and b) much funnier than anything a grown-up clown could come up with, which is true.

it is not known what Little Christchild thinks about all this. perhaps he is of godly kin. perhaps he is merely skimming off enough body heat to get through a hard first clownwinter.