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xx1.a: The Jester, the bridge most deadly. Lined with pitfalls and traps of Addiction. Vices and pulleys of crime and reminders of a past life filled with cruel suffrage and disobedience at every crossroads the devil offered. Most wouldn’t be able to understand the relationship I had with The Jester. Understandably. For I keep my truths and facts held in solitude for the people I care for deeply in spite of watchful eyes. He and I were alike in more ways than I typically like to admit … even in the worst of ways … but where I hide away my pain and try to suffocate it. He lives it with all the world to see, with the great embrace of judgment he knows he’d get without hesitation. The Punk … is another name I’d give him, not as to demean his character … but to prop him up on a higher pedestal that I know he wishes for, as to give his voice a megaphone effect to preach his pain that’d be deemed sacrilegious by the masses that wish to bury him … to cover up the metaphorical prison bars that lined theirs and his arms, as proof they’ve been marked for death by depressions many demons, dark and light alike, but as I know now … as I know from The Jester … those people hopefully will realized that the monumental scars are not to remind them of their defeat or stupidity … but of all the pain they suffered and survived, not by mistake either … not because any higher being willed it to exist or happen … but because they were simply too valuable to someone else out there to die just yet … all drifters die one day. All rats, street, or gutter alike … all end up … in The Sewer. These people are simply too strong, too resilient, they live to continue suffering, true, but only to continue until they have met the person they were supposed to this whole time to make their path easier … to make things … better. They are cursed, some would say. To not die … just … yet. Just as The Jester. We were both born of misfortune and did indeed bond out of necessity. He an addict on the ropes who was made a joke by any and all that could cast a stone, due to his black sheep nature. I the outcast, by the community that was supposed to protect such a young child and bear its wrathful storms, cast out to the storm to die … due to my lack of pocket change nevertheless. But … It was him, The Jester … and The Knight. That took such a young problem brewer home. They invited in the trauma even with its fiery scars still bleeding with hate and judgment. They both in their own right saved me from being the Wrathful Shade that tries to darken and mute my very existence now. If not for a Jester's jokes or a Knights discipline; this Rogue Shade speaking would simply not have been showered in the spotlight and able to sing its beauty on the grander stage for the audience of obsession. So … it was now time to speak with The Jester. This time to lift his spirits as he has done countless times with I. So I walk over the dunes and see with a closer view, his bridge, lit ablaze with crimson flames, and a roar from off in the distance from a creature of unknown origin. I started my descent into the basin where his bridge was located. With every step, there seemed to be a flashback of me and The Jester. We were digging holes in the summer heat while his father poured water on us from above out of a mostly empty water bottle. To then us running from the cops late one night after being little degenerates breaking and destroying property all for the fun and high of the adrenaline pump. To us playing with his father's loaded .357 to it going off within inches from his dick nearly icing his hand's boyfriend. To us playing Shooting Stars, on the rooftops of the city late at night (Where you tie two mortar fuzes together at equal length and light them until they separate, holding them in your hand, and trying to hold it longer than the other person. Typically leading to them being held basically until they explode, with the loser being the person who tossed the mortar first). [To Be Continued]
xx1.b: The Jester, To us playing Shooting Stars, on the rooftops of the city late at night To me and him fighting over his Addiction and me trying to forcibly remove it from his life, where it was then he drove a number two pencil into and under my lower right rib … leaving me there to bleed out and force myself to drive to the hospital while holding my gushing blood back. There were … a lot of memories of me and that grifter to summarize. It was a lot to completely compartmentalize, to be honest. And in the end, I just tuned it all out as hard as that was … I needed to be calm and clear-headed; I needed to avoid conflict at all possible avenues … no detours. I approached the entrance of the bridge. There was fog … the flames were calm and small, the heat was almost non-existent, I walked onto the bridge slowly … cracking and bursting open the glass of used needle housings … I called out his name … JESTER!! … there was … nothing. Although he wasn't visible … like The Knight, you could always sense their presence. I continue on walking down the bridge. I noticed some writings etched into the stone of the railing foundations that held up the weathered rotting dark oak rails that honestly amazed me on how they hadn't blown over from the slightest gust of wind. They were railings for the individuals that couldn't navigate the dangers of his bridge on their own … aka death railings, just waiting to be leaned on to take you over the edge. I leaned down and looked closely at the writing, it had said "Trust Fall" I thought … another fucking joke from The Jester. For he knew that his railings were easily toppled, he probably made them that way. I continued on and saw another writing … another joke by chance? It said "To be free like a dolphin … is to accept one day you'll drown" A weird joke? I kept going. The further I got the slimmer the bridge became … as it was mostly decayed and destroyed from past storms. I walk with even more caution. As I approached the thinnest section of the bridge (No wider than my foot) I knew that to get to the city … I had to walk this stone tightrope. I began to calm myself and convince myself to … "FUCK YOU!!!" A voice from behind approached with speed! and *Thunk* They tackled me and sent us both into the abyss of the bridge gap! … … We fall for what felt like a good half minute. We land with much force, them landing on top of me with all their weight. Into a stone brick pathway filled with murky water and a stench that could be classified as a war crime. I rise discombobulated, with a migraine and a light ringing in my left ear. I look around for my surprise attacker … I can't see them … I quickly turn around three-sixty in the knee-level murky water, I feel nothing, see nothing. I start to look all around me in a panic! Where was I? In the bridge? Yes, yes that's where I was … I had no idea that The Jesters bridge had an internal cavity … it stretched for miles with fire lanterns lighting a way that goes up, at a slight incline. This place, however … resembled … a Sewer. Why would his bridge hide a … *Splash* Out of the water they came with open arms to grab me! They wrap their arms around my neck to a choke hold and pull me down to the water surface. I struggle. "YOU THINK I WANNA DIE HERE!? … YOU THINK I … WANNA SUCCUMB TO MY ADDICTIONS!? HUH!?" That voice … was none other than a joke carpenter himself … The Jester. Ugh, LET ME GO, JESTER! I'm not a threat! I'M NOT A THREAT! He jerked my head to the water and pulled my head under *Gurgling* He pulls me up "Bullshit! You came to kill me goddammit! You came to hurt me … AGAIN!" he pushed my head under again *Gurgling* pulls me out "YOU DIED LONG AGO! … And Honestly … I WISH YOU'D HAVE STAYED DEAD" Down … once again. *Gurgling* He held me there this time with the intention of killing me. So with that … He alerted the SPP (Self Preservation Protocol) from deep within. I swing my elbow back … nailing him right in the ribs … [To Be Continued]
xx1.e: The Jester, I see that ha, and I love that … I got up with her help and stood. Can you help me here with my friend? "You wanna help him? He tried to kill you!" Yeah … he does that sometimes … he just needs a breather and support … and well … a gallon of milk and cigarettes. "Ha What!? Milk and … Cigarettes!?" Yeah, it's his two favorite things. Don't worry about it, I'll explain later. She helps me pick him up and we both support him by throwing his arms over each one of our shoulders. We walk, carrying him up the thin Sewer canal with me treading my right foot slightly through The Sewer water. We tread and tread … until we eventually reach a really tall metal ladder "Well … now what?" Help me out here. She holds him up and I get underneath The Jester, putting his legs over my shoulders, I tell her to tie his hoodie sleeves around her waist and start to climb the ladder, I rise as she starts to climb, supporting him on my shoulders and then I begin to climb. We hold him together once again, all connected … like a weird less gross/graphic human centipede … we reached the top … she pushed the manhole cover off with a loud metal scraping noise. She ascended into a blinding lit world above … then The Jester … then Me. As my head pierced the bright veil my eyes squinted to almost a close … I go and lay The Jester down. I go up to The Apparition aka … Lily. And thank her for her help … and apologize again for scaring her. She replied with "It's no biggie! Hey, you never told me your name? If we're gonna see each other again … it'd be helpful to know that, don't yah think?" Oh yeah … guess that skipped my mind … I'm … Red. "Hmm ok. It's a weird being named a color … but I can deal. Anyways … we're too far to make it anywhere at this time … It'll be dark soon. I say we stay here and make camp, and we leave in the morning. What do you say?" Yeah … probably right. We dig a small sandy hole and she finds some spare dry twigs … we light the bonfire for ants with a spare lighter that The Jester had in his pocket … his special metal flip lighter that was engraved, that read. "Soul of a Jester. Bright as the flame" odd. We all gather around the fire and it begins to darken. Me and The Apparition talk some more. We were close immediately. As if I'd known her for a lifetime. She goes to lay down and sleep. I stand up and look over the giant sand dune we were situated on. In the distance lower down the decline of the dune was a basin below … it changed from sand to a dark gray rocky flat, completely dry plane, that had two other features … a Dead Oak tree situated in the center … and next to it … The River. And down at the very bottom under The Dead Oak, next to that river … was a figure … wearing all white … with a slight … Golden … glow. I go to rest by the fire laying on my right side facing the flames. Hands clasped together in a prayer pose, using them as a pillow for my head, and there I slowly drift off to sleep … closing my eyes with blinks, each spout of darkness getting longer and longer. *blink* I see The Jester. *blink* I see The Apparition. *blink* I see The Flames. *my eyes shut closed for sleep* "I still see you"
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Reblog if you're sick of evil and manipulative people using our Jesus to justify their violence, hate, bigoted philosophy, behavior and circuses.
Reblog if you want the wicked to get OUR KING'S name out of their mouth!!!
Crumpled up on the floor of the shower
Hope the neighbors aren't home
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Like the photographs hung up
Of tangled up bodies
On my old kitchen floor
The faces come flooding in
Soak up the reasons why
We're not that close anymore
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AND I JUST
BLACK OUT
IT'S WHAT I DO
TO SURVIVE
LIFE'S GOT TWO
YELLOW LINES
AND I FELL ASLEEP
DRIVING
Your heart screams the words
Your mouth finds their shape
"I'm not gonna die here"
The glass cuts your feet
As you walk away
The picture gets clearer
It's a house up in flames
And you built your own cage
Just so no one could hurt you
If there's nothing to lose
There's nothing to gain
That's just something you learn through.
A tip for those still in highschool:
Don't spend the highlights of your highschool experience with people that will dampen those memories. Please select the people in your life carefully, more so than I did, so that you can look back on those memories and smile. Differentiate who stuck with you through the hard times, who values your honesty, who tells you what you need to hear rather than what you want to hear, who brings you closer to Christ, who is loyal to you no matter what, who never talks shit about you, who believes in self improvement, who sees how much you care and appreciates you for it, who has their priorities straight, who reminds you what you're worth even when you forget... and who is all talk.
Coming from someone who is deathly afraid of being alone, it is always better to be on your own than to be surrounded by liars and manipulators and fake "I love you"s.
Because you are who you hang out with. Everything you hate about them is what you will become. And even after you come to your senses, discover your worth and emerge from the waves of half truths you were trapped under, because of the time already spent with them, their stench will remain.
And it will drive you mad.
Pray for discernment, my friends. There are few wounds in life as painful as betrayal.
Lmao what if they had a weapon they could kill with
Drew then together! <3
They’re such good freinds
Him
UMM IM BORED SO LETS ATTEMPT TO START A PICREW CHAIN😋😋
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LINK!!
Step two🤧 tagging a fuck load of my mutuals slash bffs 😋
(NO PRESSURE!!!)
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and anybody else who sees this🤧🤧 LIKE I SAID NO PRESSURE this picrew is so cute tho omfg
🃏 Hum! The Jester 🃏
Omg it's me (I've almost had multiple breakdowns the past 2 days)
I made the meme better
Also, bestow template upon ye
Inktober day two: Roam ( From my own prompt list!)
Character/ subject: Felicia (Genshin oc)
‼️I AM DISCUSSING SPOILERS FOR THE GENSHIN QUEST “BEDTIME STORIES” BELOW THE READ MORE‼️
Day two is done!! Today’s story is our lovely Felicia, once the royal jester of Khaenri’ah, roaming the palace in her dreams post cataclysm where she stumbles upon a family portrait. Pierro, the royal mage, Vedrfolnir, his eldest son, the visionary and Dainself, his second son and the twilight sword. Once her dear friends who now she only sees in her dreams
This was made with the headcanon/ theory that Dain (and thus Vedrfolnir) are Pierro’s sons. I love it, I hope it’s true but I have no evidence besides “oh visual similarities” “well Pierro was a mage implying he has magic, Vedrfolnir as the visionary also has magic. Probably got it from his dad” so bam. Family portrait
Felicia’s story is LONG. long and not the time but she was close to Dain, Pierro and Vedrfolnir (Vedrfolnir being the reason she’s alive now) she just misses them because she’s unaware they’re all alive.
I know you can barley see the portrait but that’s on purpose I had to try and blend together a screenshot of Pierro from “A Winter Night’s Lazzo”, a screenshot of Dain in game and a drawn over screenshot of Dain that’s supposed to be Vedrfolnir. I wasn’t showing that off.