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Independent Jaskier roleplay blog Penned by Andrew Roleplaying since 2011 skilled but chilled

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PSA

If you feel like your muse has been waining recently, it’s probably because of current events. 

This is a stressful period we’re all experiencing. You are not alone right now. Trying to battle the complications of real life takes energy, that energy detracts from the energy you use for roleplay.  

And this can be especially frustrating when RP is something you’re trying to use to escape from reality.

So remember to love yourself, treat yourself nicely, and not blame yourself for feeling under-motivated.   If you need to take a break from everything that’s okay.  Don’t be angry at yourself.  Do what you have to do to help yourself relax. 

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monstersnmoney​:

Geralt listened intently, his brows raised at the statement, “You make it sound like you’re going into some shady business.” he noted. “But I guess every theatre student I’ve met so far has something a little shady about them.” He didn’t mean to come across so up himself at that, but Geralt always liked to push and test the waters with someone he’d be spending a lot of time around.  Geralt did, however, quirk his brow even higher as Jaskier spoke of snakes and classrooms, the expression his new room buddy had given him almost gave him goosebumps. He soon smiled in return, flashing his own toothy grin- who was he kidding? Geralt wouldn’t play tricks in such a way, he’d barely spoken to anyone thus far, and besides, if he were to fuck with someone it would be directly, every time. If anyone were to leave a snake in anyone’s belongings, it’d be his best friend, Yen.  “No, I’m not that scheming.” Geralt offered a smirk. “But since you seem so thrilled about it, I’m sure a snake in the bag can be arranged.” he further chuckled.  Geralt- being incredibly forward in such a way, stood up, “I might go to sleep soon. You’re not afraid of naked bodies are you?” 

Jaskier laughed sharply at the remark about theatre students being shady. It was a ridiculous statement, and the delivery was stoic and dry, teasing betrayed only by the softness in his eyes. 

He couldn’t stop the shiver of fear down his spine at the idea that Geralt might take his own idea and use it against him. He raised a finger, pointing at his roommate and ready to launch into Rant™, already formulating threats of getting a hoarde of singing freshmen to follow him around for a full twenty-four hours. “You’d better not--”

Then Geralt was rising and interrupting him, which, rude, but Jaskier forgot all about the students and the snakes because Geralt was implying that he slept naked. Gods above, he was not prepared for this. “If I was afraid of naked bodies, I wouldn’t have made it past my first dress rehearsal in high school,” he brushed him off. “As long as you don’t come back and get all pissy when you find out you disrobed in front of a queer man, sleep in whatever state of undress you like.” 

Jaskier could feel the words start to tumble out of him, an unstoppable tsunami of anxious babbling. “And I’m not saying that because I’m going to oogle you, I’m saying that because as nice as you seem, I literally just met you, and I’m not taking the chance that you’ll get all homophobic and angry at me for not telling you I’m bi before you decided to whip your cock out.” That definitely isn’t rooted in past trauma, nope.

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monstersnmoney​:

Geralt watched as Jaskier practically performed, his response being incredibly theatrical and expressive. It struck a chord within, to have such a stranger react in a way that warmed his heart- such enthusiasm, and optimism.  “Ah-hah…” Geralt mused, tilting his head forward, a smile to the side, “Real estate isn’t for everyone.” he ‘joked’. What else could he do but fail at humour entirely while succumbing to the distraction that was his roommate?  “So what are you doing then? Theatre?” Geralt quizzed, making an assumption by the aura of Jaskier, his eyes continued to gaze. “Trust that parents in sales disapprove of your expressive self, right?” he made a complete assumption. 

Geralt pursed his lips as he was asked the question, watching as his roommate leaned back. “A hellscape? Not so much for me… I’m the one who makes it a hellscape for others.” he chuckled along with his sentence, not entirely serious.  Geralt finally grew tired of holding his book, placing it down along with the marker, he sat up a bit more proper.  “I’m here for animal science.” Geralt confessed with a sigh, then leaned forward, supporting himself on his thighs via his elbows.  he wasn’t shy, by any means, refusing to avert his gaze at any point in time, and soon Jaskier would learn just how many fucks he really did give. 

Jaskier nodded his assent, exhaling sharply through his nose at the other’s assessment of his parents. He could see how people might be intimidated by the way Geralt’s gaze seemed to dissect you piece by piece, taking in everything there was to know, but Jaskier just felt seen. “Oh, of course. With the way I’m planning to live my life, I’ll be lucky to hold onto the family name until twenty.” His words spoke as if the name was something desirable, but his tone implied otherwise. He could almost hear his father’s voice as the words came out of his mouth, and his jaw gave an involuntary twitch at the reminder of everything horrible about “home” (no, this was his home now) his parent’s house. 

Jaskier’s friendly smile grew into a truly devilish grin, mischief in his eyes. “I see. So if I ever hear about a classroom being mysteriously flooded with snakes, I’ll know who to blame if I find one in my bag.” He liked mischief, but honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d have any time for it. His grades in his business classes had to be good enough for his parents to support him, just for a little longer, a couple years, before he could amass the funds he needed to complete the rest of his schooling on his own. As for his music classes, he actually wanted to do well in those. 

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Update

so I quit my job today oops. but I’ll receive a decent separation package and it’ll basically be documented as a lay off so I can apply for unemployment. *so*. that’s a thing.

I’ll be a bit more active, by which I mean actually roleplaying a little instead of just shitposting, but I’ve still got a lot of shit to do, just not shit that physically runs me into the ground.

I’ll be on tomorrow if I don’t tear my fingertips off playing scales

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i’m Tired™

[kiwiibiird]

I’m sensing a pattern between all of my favorite characters in shows and that pattern is great hair and trauma

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[testyrebloggy]

EDITABLE REBLOGS NOT WORKING?  WORRY NOT!

so my editable reblogs finally broke.  after doing some 2am digging,  coming up with a redundant solution,  making an  ENTIRE TUTORIAL  for said redundant solution,  and realizing it’s useless,  i’ve got the answer to the problem for everyone.  i’ve joined the xkit support discord server,  and here is what’s been said about the issue so far:

TLDR;  EDITABLE REBLOGS WON’T WORK ON ORIGINAL POSTS,  BUT IT’LL WORK ON REBLOGS WITH REPLIES.  meaning if jane posts a starter and june replies to it  without using editable reblogs,  it’ll create this trail item.  so from then on out,  you can feel free to use xkit’s extension to your heart’s content.

so if you’re getting this issue,  the solution is simple:  DON’T USE XKIT ON THE FIRST REPLY.  yes,  it’ll be ugly,  but everything will be back to normal from there :)

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monstersnmoney‌:

Now in a perfect field of view, his eyes wandered over the lad’s form, studying the way he so chaotically entered the room, and the way he’d taken on his first words so confidently particularly piqued his interest. And on top of it all, that grin of his was utterly contagious. 

Geralt now sat up with intention, but not in a rushed manner, he still kept his book in hand, but his legs bent appropriately for balance with the way he sat.  “Jaskier…” he mused, “-at least you don’t seem the type to make bad trouble.” he drawled out, perhaps a little flirtatiously. 

“I’m Geralt,” he gestured with his free hand, his eyes never leaving Jaskier for a single moment as he watched on. Geralt found it somewhat endearing that Jaskier seemed to postpone his unpacking to talk to him, even if it would be for a minute or so. Even more so, his chest felt warm by the fact that at their first interaction it was as if they’d known each other for years. 

“So-” Geralt started, shuffling on the spot, “what brings you to the hellscape that is college?” 

Jaskier felt pinned by the other’s intense gaze. It made his pulse jump in his throat, but his expression remained bright and open. Gods, he was going to make a mess of this, wasn’t he? 

“The allure of learning, of course!” he declared in response, exaggeratedly laying his hand on his chest. He quickly dropped the act with a huff, his posture relaxing slightly for the first time since he entered the room. Yes, he did actually quite enjoy academia, but that wasn’t all. “That, and as long as I’m in school I don’t have to have the Big Fight with my parents about what it is I’m going to do with my life. I haven’t yet decided what that is, but it sure as hell isn’t real estate,” he spat out, glaring at a blank space of wall to Geralt’s right as he remembered the arguments they’d had just to allow Jaskier to have a second major of his own choosing. It wasn’t exactly his first choice; it was going to be a metric fuckton of work, but he was going to get that music degree if it killed him. He’d rather die than go into the family business, anyways. Shouldn’t have hedged all your bets on one kid. 

Shaking himself out of it, he let the smile return as he leaned back on his hands. “What about you? Why college if it’s such a hellscape?” he teased, no heat behind his words. Jaskier was sure it would be hell if he hadn’t managed to swing his parents on the music major. A solo business major? Yeah, he’ll pass. He’d managed to game their system this far, though, and he was going to keep doing that as long as he could, or until he had the resources to make his escape, whichever came first. 

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my internet is down until Saturday, so that’s *fun*

[monstersnmoney-deactivated20210]

that’s r u d e HOW are we supposed to talk about the gays 

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i can talk about the gays but tumblr replies are frustrating rn so boo to my day off I guess

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my internet is down until Saturday, so that’s *fun*

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monstersnmoney‌:

Geralt made sure he arrived early, he liked to prepare for things in advance, and he liked knowing that what little he had was in the most ideal spot in his new shared room. Every item of likeness would have its own place.  He made sure he arrived with his best friend, they both enjoyed exploring together, in every sense. There was an overwhelming homely and motherly feel to Yennefer, she had only ever supported him for his choices and his true self, in many ways, they were inseparable. And they both promised each other not to fall distant despite the fact they weren’t rooming together. 

Now laying belly down and legs splayed on the bed he’d chosen, Geralt read a book, his favourite one, for the millionth time around. He always had trouble trying new things, wanting to stick with the old and familiar.  The peace was interrupted, however, now quirking a brow and turning himself over to gaze at the intrusion. His roommate. Yen made it a huge point that if his new room buddy caused him any strife, she’d sort him out herself.  Geralt lowered the book away, shuffling to sit up against the head of the bed.  “Well well… you don’t look like trouble.” he mused, leaning forward, his thumb jammed between the pages of the book as it tried to close. 

His roommate was cute. 

Fuck. 

He was doomed.

Jaskier had gotten an eyeful of the man’s figure on his stomach like that, and oh that was going to be a difficult first impression to wipe from his brain. He almost thought he should apologize for forgetting his manners, and then the other was sassing him. At least, Jaskier was pretty sure that was sass and not just an outright insult. His jaw dropped at the audacity of his roommate to take one look at him and assume he couldn’t raise hell. 

“Excuse you, I am very much trouble!” Then, regaining his composure, he grinned and strode into the room, cart behind him. “At least when the situation calls for it, which is admittedly often. I’m Jaskier, by the way,” he said by way of introducing himself, turning on his heel when he reached the unoccupied bed, sitting himself down facing the other. Unpacking could wait a minute; he wanted to get his inevitable destruction.

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jaskier: YOU need a NAP

geralt: uh yeah that's the whole fuckin' reason i'm here, dipshit

[well-im-whumped-blog]

“Did you create that plot point just to get your character hurt and tormented?”

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@monstersnmoney

Jaskier was late. Of course he was late. Listen, he just... he had a lot of things to take care of, alright? He’d procrastinated packing his belongings and sorting what he’d bring and what was going into storage, and honestly, he was going to miss the freedom of his own apartment. His own shower, too. This was his chance, though--he wanted the College Experience™, and part of that was living in a dorm. Even so, he’d spent all yesterday hauling things to storage, and several days before that bemoaning everything he was going to have to sacrifice while living in the tiny room.

So he found himself arriving at his building well into the afternoon on the second arrival day, all but running towards the door in his eagerness with his luggage cart trailing behind him. Lack of personal space and room for material items aside, he was thrilled to be starting school again after his gap year saving up for it. He hadn’t let his mind idle in his time away, of course, but he longed for the structure of classes to guide his learning instead of only following the whims of his curiosity. And, gods, it would be so much easier to make friends, ones that he shared more with than an appreciation for attention and good pay. He dug his key card out with one hand, managing not to drop his wallet in the process, and scanned himself in, barging through the door and completely forgetting to knock in his haste.

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monstersnmoney‌:

“I am capable of washing myself.” he made it known, attempting to pull the bits and pieces of beast blood and guts from his hair, now reaching up to gently remove his waterlogged hair tie. It would have been easier to take out had Jaskier not dumped water over his head so soon.  The witcher didn’t mind having company while he bathed, but he played off that the bard’s attentive care was too much, despite low-key enjoying it, it wasn’t something Geralt would admit to himself just yet. 

“And you’re capable of feeding yourself, too, and yet, food always tastes better when you didn’t have to catch and skin it yourself,” the bard argued. He knew it wasn’t the best metaphor for a Witcher, but even Jaskier had enough self-preservation not to use the lewd (but applicable) analogy that nearly sprung to his lips.

He snatched the glass bottle of liquid soap amongst the various soaps and oils displayed on the desk behind him and turned back to Geralt, removing the stopper and pouring a generous amount of the mildly scented contents onto the stained hair. Yes, the enchanted soap was expensive, but by the gods, Geralt’s hair needed it. Jaskier was simply left to do it for him, knowing the man would never do anything nice for himself. 

Setting the bottle down, he lightly smacked Geralt’s hands away from his hair, beginning his own work on the tangled hair tie, now with the aid of a lubricant other than viscera. “If you insist on keeping your hair long--which I highly encourage, by the way--you can at least do something with it, Geralt. Braiding it before a hunt would help prevent all these knots.”

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