This Q&A is popular, so I’ve been draw a comic as an additional answer to it!!
@thepipiuw! I LOOOVE YOUR VN!!
Warning:
1: This comic contains personal interpretation
2: This comic contains strong language and behavior
3: Jack and Finn speak and act rudely to Jestyn.
4: This comic was drawn with the kom creator's consent.
Ok so, I perhaps am making more bird kings heheh, they’re all siblings to each other
He’s the Anatidae king (geese, swans, and ducks) and unlike his brothers he way more socially competent in relationships.
Something about you gets his swan side going, he just wants to mate for life with you and hiss at everyone he doesn’t like around you like a vicious mean goose
I also put the list of kings behind him as a way to tease them lol
Word Count: 1.3k
Author's Note: PIPI, YOU SON IS HERE. Anyways, thank you to those in call in the KoM server last night (if you know, you know) for inspiring me to write this chapter. I loved hearing someone's perspective about my fic without them realizing I wrote it. I am not going to say any names, but you know who are you are. Thank you.
Warning: Brief mentions of a medial complications relating to diabetes.
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Jestyn POV
You fell asleep within 30 minutes of returning home from a shift at the theater. As you worked there, that time dropped to 15 minutes. You went to bed around the same time whether or not you had a shift, but that too began to change with Jestyn's influence. Now, instead of going to sleep at 7 in the morning, you fall asleep around 4 if you don't have work. So, Jestyn arrived at 4:20.
He made his way across your living room and kitchen to check if anything was out of place. No dirty dishes were left in the sink and no clothing was strewn about. Your fridge was filled with healthier foods, and the leftovers indicated that you finally started cooking for yourself. It was cheaper and healthier, after all. Jestyn noticed a new paper on the fridge. It was a receipt for a loan payment with a handwritten note: "I will get through this." The loan payment was a bit higher than anticipated, but with that lovely raise you received, it shouldn't have been a surprise to him.
Jestyn softly hummed in satisfaction. You took care of him and his fellow puppets so well. He obviously had to make sure you were taken care of, too. While he wished you would just live in the kingdom with him, you had a lease. "Methinks the landlord shalt meet my blade after all," he pondered, "nice as they may appear, they take my divine ruler each morn' with nary more than a simple contractual obligation."
The last place he was to visit this night was your room, a place where he saw the first true oddity of the night: your door was open. You never left your door open. You confided your fears of rapscallions breaking into your home to Jestyn before. He recalled rubbing your back and telling you that you would always be protected, and now…
you needed protection.
Jestyn silently entered your room, making sure not a single jingle could be heard. What he saw was as fellow red-clad jester stroking your hair. The imbecile who dared to touch his liege looked completely entranced by your radiance, unaware of the monster that found him. That is, until he suddenly stopped. Jestyn had already moved forward two paces, ready to strike at this intruder, but he froze.
Jestyn didn't have time to see if he was caught before the masked man spoke, "You have no idea how wonderful it is to see you again. After all this time, I thought you would move on and forget me, but I see now."
The intruder's clawed hand moved your perfect hair away to reveal a mark you found shameful. How dare he-
"You still remember me. Do you still feel that warmth I feel? Does it still remind you of me? Of us?"
The way he said "us" made Jestyn sick. Was this man… a previous lover? You had never told Jestyn about such a person before. Maybe it was because he scared you. The puppet couldn't blame you. After all, this freak dared to enter your home uninvited.
He dared to touch you.
He dared to speak to you in such a manner.
He dared to take what was not his.
At this point, Jestyn's unbridled rage was the only thing locking him in place. If he wasn't frozen in emotion, he would have summoned his axe and cleaved that bastard's head off his neck. Jestyn did not pay attention to what was said. He just had to act. Yet, he heard something he couldn't help but listen to, "do you ever feel as though you give too much of yourself away? Especially when kindness is not returned to you?”
Yes, you did. You gave more of yourself away than what you had. It was one of Jestyn's favorite things about you, but he knew it was one of your greatest weaknesses. His shoulders couldn't help but raise as he stiffed a laugh at his contradictory thoughts. This jester did seem to know you and care about you. Maybe Jestyn could learn some information after making sure he would never break into your home again. His awkward nature made the shorter man seem like less of a threat. Then again, that man's death should be guaranteed for defiling your sanctuary. It was difficult for him to decide what to do until the masked man removed the mask from his lips and tried to kiss you.
SNAP
Jestyn had teleported behind him in an instant. His claw was clasped around the man's neck while his other hand pulled the mask back down. The intruder let out a noise of surprise as Jestyn covered his mouth.
"Shhh, stay silent and still, knave."
Jestyn noticed how inhumanly quick his target's heart rate had become as his body grew rigid. As Jestyn forced him to stand, he noticed other… traits.
"Thou shall obey, ay?"
The now silent jester nodded. The three bells adorning his hat could be heard from across the apartment.
"Good," Jestyn cooed as he removed his hand from the mask, "I mark strange things of thee. How thy neck bears black spiderweb markings, thy gloves ending in claws much too sharp for a mere costume…"
Jestyn made a point to poke his scarred neck with his claw and trail his hand over the trembling one of the intruder. Jestyn chuckled as the trembling worsened with every delicate touch. He slowly made his way up the silver-haired criminal's arm before placing his hand over where he assumed the heart would be.
"Tine reaction and heart beat art greater than any I have ever witnessed. I shall permit thee speak but once, my foolish foe," Jestyn let his voice drop, "thou art no human, ay?"
The entity stopped trembling in an instant, which gave Jestyn the answer he needed. He could feel the red hot-rage coming from him. There is so much information one can gain when they have that much control over another.
"Pray tell me, red devil, what ties thou to my dearest-"
Jestyn started to say your name before he jumped back, nearly dodging a throwing knife. The knife firmly lodged itself in the wall. Jestyn had to teleport to the other side of your bed to avoid more knives and the beast's bared claws. He didn't even have the time to comprehend how he was outplayed so quickly.
"Yield, stranger. I now see thou art swift like a fox! We can duel, if tis what thou wants, but I would prefer if we partake in another room, hmm? Away from the sleeping form of one it seems we both hold dear?"
The intruders piercing eyes looked to the ground as he placed the throwing knives back in the costume's pockets. Once they were put away, he looked Jestyn up and down. The entity was aware of what he was not, too. The court jester sighed, "now, pray tell me thy name and what thou is privy of my sweet tart and cream."
The pair of golden eyes darted in all directions before settling on your nightstand where a journal resided. Then, claws went to reach for it. "Wherefore avert thy gaze, strange one," Jestyn mused with moderate irritation, "I heard thy voice. I know thou can speak. Thou speaks in monologues like me. Dare not steal what is not thine, nor vandalize the possessions of another."
The entity glared at him with more hatred as he twisted his hair, an action that seemed to help calm him. Before he could retort, a strange buzzing could be heard that was not quite the same sound as your phone. Jestyn saw how his eyes shifted to panic as you started to stir.
You woke up too dazed to notice either looming jester. They watched as you silently checked your phone. Neither breathed as you turned to the intruder first, then Jestyn. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you yawned, "mornin' Pierrot, Jestyn. Is juice time."
With that you walked out of your room. You were about to shut the door when you hastily turned around, "wai' a minu-"
You couldn't finish your sentence before you fell.
I figured I would get the notes about diabetes here rather than chapter 5. The CGM (continuous glucose monitor) the insert is wearing in this chapter is similar to what I'm wearing. It is not the only type of CGM. There are many different treatment options for those with diabetes that you can research. This is but one case. If you have questions about diabetes at all, feel free to research and ask!
Please let me know if you wish to be in a tag list for this fic in the comments, by the way! I'm new to this, so please forgive me for any shenanigans.
High Priest(ess) - Runs the Colony and Reports to Zoreen
Priest(esse)s - Serve under High Priest(ess) and handles duties that the High Priest(ess) cannot at the time. Does leftover work. Holds sermons in place of High Priest(ess) when unavailable.
Sages - Protect the colony from outsiders and dissenters. Enforce laws and doctrine. Reports dissenters and outsiders to Priests/Priestesses
Bishops - Oversee the nurseries and provide children to Sages, Priests/Priestesses, & The High Priest(ess)
Neophyte Priest(ess) - Priest(ess) In training
Neophyte Sage - Sage in training
Pupil - Simply in school to become Neophyte or Bishop
Can we get some Jack content up in hereeeeeeeeeeeeee Pretty pls no pressure if u don’t wanna✨ (a plate of home made strawberry chocolate cookies mysteriously rolls over to you on a skate board) if u need ideas Maby melting into his hug after a horrible day or something. Falling asleep in his arms. Or do what u think if both sound very fun.
❤️Note❤️
-This comic contains personal interpretation
-The game is called Reserved Table and can be found on Itch
(Crawls out of the sewer, takes the strawberry chocolate cookies🙌🍓🍫🍪🕳️, and puts the picture on the skateboard🙌🖼️🛴)
I finally finished drawing in my free time!!! I like it so much, I like it so much!!! Joker, I like you!!!! How can I be fascinated only by the game trailer at present? Damn it!
She’s been your BFF since you two were in a crafting group in grade 2 elementary school. She was a beautiful, popular influencer, part-time model, singer in her own band, president of your class, and the daughter of a successful Brazilian-Filipino actor… her father. Despite her bitchy personality in public, she was a loving, gentle, and most generous person that you’ve ever had! She has an obsession with her favorite K-pop girl group and balut… loves to go shopping with you almost every day; she can also treat you to a fancy restaurant. Why? Because you're very important friends to her… she will NEVER leave you no matter what.