He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
The jester grins and bows, "Can't have every trick be a bloodbath." he says his sleeves showing bandages under his clothes aswell for a moment
“That I would have to agree with.” He picks up his warhammer, which has left an indentation in the stage from its weight as he shambles off of the stage, “A fine young man, indeed.”
Clover wraps it up there, waving to the crowd as they clear out
Mark lets himself be pull, putting his hands “I’m fine, it doesn’t even hurt too bad.”
She smiles when she sees Marie, introducing herself and her connection to Jax, bowing respectfully.
Marie invites the both of them inside, “Sone lovely guests it seems, dear.”
"Tell that to the potential scar on your pretty face.." he runs a thumb over it, fixing it instantly
She holds out a paw to Marie. "H-hi, I'm Lotty, Jax's sister.."
"Indeed so." he smiles, noding politely to Marionette.
He leans into their touch, blushing for a moment as he watches the wound marvelously heal, “W-wow…”
Marie takes their hand in hers, smiling and giving it a kiss on the back of it, “Marie, Jax’s wife, that would make us sisters, would it not?”
She holds her prayer book in two hands, “You’re… Jax right?” She asks nervously.
"That should do it.. All good now, pretty boy." he smiles, hugging them
Lotty instantly understands Marionett's mannerisms, smiling without flushing now. "Yes, I suppose it would. Lovely to meet you."
"Yep. Nice to meet you.." he can smell Lotty on her, and isn't sure how to feel about that.
He hugs them back, leaning against them a little bit before sitting down next to them, smiling like an idiot.
“Lovely to meet you too. It’s good to have more family, isn’t it?” She says, her eyes flashing green for a moment, “I wish you had come to the wedding, anyway, may I ask why you’ve come to visit?”
She sees the look in their eyes, and stops making eye contact out of force of habit “…Uh I wanted to get you both a gift.”
"You were so cute asleep in my lap yesterday."
"Well, I heard about the news a bit late, and wanted to get Jax a gift. Marionette was there and we ended up getting you both something."
"That's sweet, ya shouldn't have." he smiles
He bristles, looking down at the ground, “I did…? I don’t remember…”
“Oh really? How kind of the both of you, I do know it’s going to be a good gift then.” She says with a bright smile, giving them a hug, “How lovely of you.”
“It was Lotty’s idea… I just paid.” She says with a chuckle.
"You had a beer." he runs a paw through their hair
She hugs back politely. "I ended up finding it, here it is.." she hands the wrapped package to Marie
"Well, she's always been real thoughtful."
“Just one? And now I don’t remember? I think I’ll just stick to water.” He says with a weak chuckle.
She takes the gift, looking along the wrapping before putting it on the dinner table, “Thank you so very much, sister. I’ll make sure to return the thought when I get the chance.”
She nods along with them, “She seems thoughtful… and smart… and pretty…” She stops, shaking her head, “Sorry… I should go.”
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
The jester grins and bows, "Can't have every trick be a bloodbath." he says his sleeves showing bandages under his clothes aswell for a moment
“That I would have to agree with.” He picks up his warhammer, which has left an indentation in the stage from its weight as he shambles off of the stage, “A fine young man, indeed.”
Clover wraps it up there, waving to the crowd as they clear out
The man continue to watch them for a while, tilting his head as Clover feels that weight directed on them.
he flushes at the nickname, turning away slightly. "What is it you do?"
"You need fitting music." he says, strumming some distorted chords that match the energy of the show, somehow playing through speakers. "And I'm a cheap gig~"
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
*Wanna continue salem?*
"Love magic." he says, smiling
He stays out of the way, providing the soundtrack
*sorry, didn't know you were still here*
*It's ok :D*
"Good to here" he smiles
Clover continues to perform, putting his masked fools into boxes and sawing them in half, and even sometimes putting them back together
"Uhm. I'm poly, by the way.." he says suddenly
Somehow the riffs seem harmful to clover.
He tilts his head curiously, "This isn't your original form?"
Clover sighs and looks over, "kindly do not 'harsh my vibe' while you are playing"
"No, it is.. I meant.. relationship wise... I have other partners.. just wanted to let you know."
"Funny, those chords only hurt demons.." he chuckles, shifting to a less painful arrangement
"Ah, should i stop?" he chuckles, "If i've made you uncomfortable, i apologise"
"Well you know what they say, all clowns go to hell" he smiles
He chuckles dryly, nodding softly, his voice wisened and a little happy “I’ve heard of one before, or at least I believe I have.”
The jester snaps his fingers, a box rising from the ground, perfectly suited for the man's size, "To explain for our audience, it's a death defying trick, where you stand inside the box, and blades are inserted into said box through these slits," he says gesturing to the sides of the box, "And Through magic (tm) you will survive"
He looks to the box, back to the jester, and raises an eyebrow. He puts down his warhammer, walking inside of the box, waiting patiently. The box seems to shake while he is inside, though the man inside hasn’t moved since he went inside of it.
The jester grins and inserts several blades into the box, though the man is not harmed inside, the blades slipping past him due to the boxes design
He watches the blades pass by him, curious as to wanting to sabotage the trick for a moment, but he decides against it, choosing to simply wait for it to be complete, coughing softly.
The jester shows the audience how the box is filled with blades, before pulling them all out and tapping the box, opening it to reveal him unharmed, to which the audience cheers
He himself applauds the trick, chuckling softly as he looks at them, bandages covering most of his face other than his mouth, which is extraordinarily pale, like he exists without color “A fabulous trick, I’m impressed young man.”
The jester grins and bows, "Can't have every trick be a bloodbath." he says his sleeves showing bandages under his clothes aswell for a moment
“That I would have to agree with.” He picks up his warhammer, which has left an indentation in the stage from its weight as he shambles off of the stage, “A fine young man, indeed.”
Clover wraps it up there, waving to the crowd as they clear out
The man continue to watch them for a while, tilting his head as Clover feels that weight directed on them.
Clover doesn't seem bothered by it, cleaning up his mess on the stage
he flushes at the nickname, turning away slightly. "What is it you do?"
"You need fitting music." he says, strumming some distorted chords that match the energy of the show, somehow playing through speakers. "And I'm a cheap gig~"
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
*Wanna continue salem?*
"Love magic." he says, smiling
He stays out of the way, providing the soundtrack
*sorry, didn't know you were still here*
*It's ok :D*
"Good to here" he smiles
Clover continues to perform, putting his masked fools into boxes and sawing them in half, and even sometimes putting them back together
"Uhm. I'm poly, by the way.." he says suddenly
Somehow the riffs seem harmful to clover.
He tilts his head curiously, "This isn't your original form?"
Clover sighs and looks over, "kindly do not 'harsh my vibe' while you are playing"
"No, it is.. I meant.. relationship wise... I have other partners.. just wanted to let you know."
"Funny, those chords only hurt demons.." he chuckles, shifting to a less painful arrangement
"Ah, should i stop?" he chuckles, "If i've made you uncomfortable, i apologise"
"Well you know what they say, all clowns go to hell" he smiles
"No, I just wanted to be up front. I'm available, but not in your traditional sense."
"And some come back to haunt us." he chuckles
"Ah, sounds interesting." he tilts his head, "Are you a noble?"
he flushes at the nickname, turning away slightly. "What is it you do?"
"You need fitting music." he says, strumming some distorted chords that match the energy of the show, somehow playing through speakers. "And I'm a cheap gig~"
"I do parties" he winks, "Well, more so i can do magic."
The jester laughs, "Ah, you are entertaining. Very well, May the Show continue!"
*Wanna continue salem?*
"Love magic." he says, smiling
He stays out of the way, providing the soundtrack
*sorry, didn't know you were still here*
*It's ok :D*
"Good to here" he smiles
Clover continues to perform, putting his masked fools into boxes and sawing them in half, and even sometimes putting them back together
"Uhm. I'm poly, by the way.." he says suddenly
Somehow the riffs seem harmful to clover.
He tilts his head curiously, "This isn't your original form?"
Clover sighs and looks over, "kindly do not 'harsh my vibe' while you are playing"
"No, it is.. I meant.. relationship wise... I have other partners.. just wanted to let you know."
"Funny, those chords only hurt demons.." he chuckles, shifting to a less painful arrangement
"Ah, should i stop?" he chuckles, "If i've made you uncomfortable, i apologise"
"Well you know what they say, all clowns go to hell" he smiles
"No, I just wanted to be up front. I'm available, but not in your traditional sense."
"And some come back to haunt us." he chuckles
"Ah, sounds interesting." he tilts his head, "Are you a noble?"
"see? you get it" he grins
"No, regular status parents.. Why?"
"Unfortunately, some have to go home, Clover.."
"Back home, usually nobles would have multiple partners" he says\
*A race of deep space, elder evil lineage, asexual reproducing women who own planet after planet because of their blood-thirsty need to conquer all.
timeline for race if anyone wants to read it:
- The tribe of Ullth, a race of humanoid-shaped men and women who descended from mind flayers. They have pale skin, black hair, and lithe bodies, and live on the planet of Ullth, a hospitable terraform deep within Deep Space. The gravity on Ullth is about 2.4 times stronger than Earth making it incredibly heavy. The people on Ullth are adapted to this weight and work freely under it but if they go out of their planet, they are stronger than the normal person.
- The women of Ullth are seen as inferior and are enslaved by the men as wives. This is the time that the Elder Evil of Freedom is began to be worshipped by the women.
- A mass uprising happens and all the men are killed by the women. The Elder Evil of Freedom becomes the holy figure known as 'The Midwife' and she protects the women by allowing them to asexually reproduce so men will never be needed.
- Cities begin to rise as the women of Ullth begin to get bloodthirsty for more land. They begin to raid and destroy nearby planets, killing everything. In Ullth mythology, the Midwife gives birth to The Happy and The Sad. The Happy wishes for the folks of Ullth to continue killing and raiding planets while The Sad wants to have peace. Naturally, more folks worship The Happy than The Sad.
- The cities of Ullth are divided into two. The Under City, which lives below the grounds of Ullth, and The High City or The Holy City, which is on the surface level of Ullth. The golden age of Ullth begins as they move away from killing and wars and begin to work on themselves spiritually, mentally, and physically.
- A council is formed to rule over both cities but the Under City isn't allowed to be holding office, only the High City can hold office. The Under City attacks the High and this causes an all-out feud amongst the two.
*A race of deep space, elder evil lineage, asexual reproducing women who own planet after planet because of their blood-thirsty need to conquer all.
timeline for race if anyone wants to read it:
- The tribe of Ullth, a race of humanoid-shaped men and women who descended from mind flayers. They have pale skin, black hair, and lithe bodies, and live on the planet of Ullth, a hospitable terraform deep within Deep Space. The gravity on Ullth is about 2.4 times stronger than Earth making it incredibly heavy. The people on Ullth are adapted to this weight and work freely under it but if they go out of their planet, they are stronger than the normal person.
- The women of Ullth are seen as inferior and are enslaved by the men as wives. This is the time that the Elder Evil of Freedom is began to be worshipped by the women.
- A mass uprising happens and all the men are killed by the women. The Elder Evil of Freedom becomes the holy figure known as 'The Midwife' and she protects the women by allowing them to asexually reproduce so men will never be needed.
- Cities begin to rise as the women of Ullth begin to get bloodthirsty for more land. They begin to raid and destroy nearby planets, killing everything. In Ullth mythology, the Midwife gives birth to The Happy and The Sad. The Happy wishes for the folks of Ullth to continue killing and raiding planets while The Sad wants to have peace. Naturally, more folks worship The Happy than The Sad.
- The cities of Ullth are divided into two. The Under City, which lives below the grounds of Ullth, and The High City or The Holy City, which is on the surface level of Ullth. The golden age of Ullth begins as they move away from killing and wars and begin to work on themselves spiritually, mentally, and physically.
- A council is formed to rule over both cities but the Under City isn't allowed to be holding office, only the High City can hold office. The Under City attacks the High and this causes an all-out feud amongst the two.
*I hate to say this but that’s the Gems from Steven Universe almost to a T. With some differences, either way, I like it as a concept, though I wouldn’t know or have anything to reference it with. Also, good morning.*
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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Clover wraps it up there, waving to the crowd as they clear out
“Just one? And now I don’t remember? I think I’ll just stick to water.” He says with a weak chuckle.
She takes the gift, looking along the wrapping before putting it on the dinner table, “Thank you so very much, sister. I’ll make sure to return the thought when I get the chance.”
She nods along with them, “She seems thoughtful… and smart… and pretty…” She stops, shaking her head, “Sorry… I should go.”
The man continue to watch them for a while, tilting his head as Clover feels that weight directed on them.
"Ah, should i stop?" he chuckles, "If i've made you uncomfortable, i apologise"
"Well you know what they say, all clowns go to hell" he smiles
Clover doesn't seem bothered by it, cleaning up his mess on the stage
"Ah, sounds interesting." he tilts his head, "Are you a noble?"
"see? you get it" he grins
"Back home, usually nobles would have multiple partners" he says\
"Is that a threat?"
*If anyone’s here, good mornin’ to ya.*
*allo*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Wassup big man, how you doin’?*
*A race of deep space, elder evil lineage, asexual reproducing women who own planet after planet because of their blood-thirsty need to conquer all.
timeline for race if anyone wants to read it:
- The tribe of Ullth, a race of humanoid-shaped men and women who descended from mind flayers. They have pale skin, black hair, and lithe bodies, and live on the planet of Ullth, a hospitable terraform deep within Deep Space. The gravity on Ullth is about 2.4 times stronger than Earth making it incredibly heavy. The people on Ullth are adapted to this weight and work freely under it but if they go out of their planet, they are stronger than the normal person.
- The women of Ullth are seen as inferior and are enslaved by the men as wives. This is the time that the Elder Evil of Freedom is began to be worshipped by the women.
- A mass uprising happens and all the men are killed by the women. The Elder Evil of Freedom becomes the holy figure known as 'The Midwife' and she protects the women by allowing them to asexually reproduce so men will never be needed.
- Cities begin to rise as the women of Ullth begin to get bloodthirsty for more land. They begin to raid and destroy nearby planets, killing everything. In Ullth mythology, the Midwife gives birth to The Happy and The Sad. The Happy wishes for the folks of Ullth to continue killing and raiding planets while The Sad wants to have peace. Naturally, more folks worship The Happy than The Sad.
- The cities of Ullth are divided into two. The Under City, which lives below the grounds of Ullth, and The High City or The Holy City, which is on the surface level of Ullth. The golden age of Ullth begins as they move away from killing and wars and begin to work on themselves spiritually, mentally, and physically.
- A council is formed to rule over both cities but the Under City isn't allowed to be holding office, only the High City can hold office. The Under City attacks the High and this causes an all-out feud amongst the two.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I hate to say this but that’s the Gems from Steven Universe almost to a T. With some differences, either way, I like it as a concept, though I wouldn’t know or have anything to reference it with. Also, good morning.*
*Welp, looks like I’m alone this morning, hope to see some people later then.*
(hello)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover