In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.
The dream fulfillment machine 26 (TG/TF) by Arabella1055, literature
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The dream fulfillment machine 26 (TG/TF)
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Profile - DC - Trick Deck / May Markowitz
Name: Marilyn Keane Markowitz
Nicknames: Alias Trick Deck; generally May (in fact only two people are permitted to call her Marilyn)
Age: 33
Gender: Cis female
Identifies as: Opportunistic pansexual
Actual orientation: Grayromantic pansexual
Species: Terran
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish
Nationality: American
Birth town: Atlantic City, NJ
Previous towns: New York, NY
Current town: Gotham City, NJ
Coloring/general features:
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Strawberry blonde; expertly tamed curls
Skin: Peachy/rosy
Build: Petite “dancer’s build”, with comparatively broad shoulders and muscular legs; she has been al
[HN23] Day 12: Swing/Mannequin by Somnaseamstress, literature
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[HN23] Day 12: Swing/Mannequin
Cinder Fall's plans for Beacon had left her with an unlikely group of allies, but there was no denying that she treated them well. Good pay for their services, and even accompanying them where needed. So seeing as Neo had been oddly insistent on bringing her along to visit a "business associate", she figured she would accept. Whatever she and Torchwick were up to, she wasn't too concerned about it. As long as she could maintain good will with such a useful ally. That said, the meeting spot was still a little curious. Cinder's heels clicked against the pavement, alongside Neo's, as the two stopped in front of an abandoned amusement park. It had clearly not been taken care of in some time, with all the lights deactivated. Still, Cinder raised her hand and generated a spout of flame at the end of her index finger, illuminating the way. "Why would your associate want to meet here, of all places?" She wasn't exactly expecting an answer, and she didn't get one. Neo simply giggled and
The wind gusted over the bluff that led almost-straight-down to the ocean. From that bluff, you can see out into the Atlantic Ocean, and for many it is a thing of beauty to behold. For others, like the man walking along the concrete pathway, it is a means for making money. Walking confidently in his trench coat that flaps in the oppressive wind, the heavy set man strolls along the very edge of the bluff with only a thin metal railing between him and the crashing waves below. With a somber grin, he turns from the expansive natural creation to face his own constructed masterpiece: Battlement's Bluff Amusement Park. Like any other park you've visited, it has brightly colored buildings, connected with paved walkways and roads. Every so often, you can make out rides and food vendors and all the things that make for a fun day. The man taps his cane against the concrete, like he is tapping his fingers against a table. He takes in what he has made, and while the Sun is not set yet beyond the