toss a coin

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

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👿.     “     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒     ”     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄     .

a     collection     of     scenarios     that     involve     our     muses     ‘     kissing     ’     .     feel     free     to     specify     ,     or     send     ‘     KISSES     ’     for     me     to     randomly     generate     a     number     .     do     not     copy     &     redistribute     as     your     own     .

01. a soft kiss .

02. a rough kiss .

03. a platonic kiss .

04. a bloody kiss .

05. a desperate kiss .

06. a goodbye kiss .

07. a promised kiss .

08. a dared kiss .

09. a ‘glasgow’ kiss .

10. an eskimo kiss .

11. a forehead kiss .

12. a kiss that leaves a mark .

13. an interrupted kiss .

14. an almost kiss .

15. a reunited kiss .

16. a kiss in the rain .

17. an emotional kiss .

18. a secret kiss .

19. a final kiss .

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send ( ✨ ) if we haven’t interacted yet, but you want to.

Send ( 🌛  ) if you would rather I send you memes to start interaction

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Send ( ❤ ) if you want to plot a ship with me

[jvskier]

new starter call , bc i straight up ran out of canon dialogue for the last one oops

[scndor]

hi !! sorry i’ve been inactive. i worked 62 hrs last week and on top of that, early yesterday morning my city got hit by a tornado. i’m fine, my family and i got lucky. i’ve been helping some friends out whose homes got destroyed, also worked yesterday and today so i have barely had time to get on. hopefully this week won’t be as busy! but i’ll be here soon, promise :’ )

[tencece]

a buttercup with buttercups in his hair

[jvskier]

witchered‌  ⋅  ⋅  ⋅   𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑡   ❃  

             not   quite   the   response   he   thought    he’d   garner   in   listing   jaskier’s   most   obvious   talents.    but   when   has   he   ever   given   up   any   sentiment   that   isn’t   ridiculous   or   some   poetic   and   naive   view   of   the   world ?    his   two   extremes ,   it   seems.    either   a   fool   or   a   bard   or   sometimes   both.    a   very   delicate   balance.     and   who   are   you   this   eve ,   jaskier ——    fool   or   bard ,    or   foolish   bard ?    again ,    either   are   just   as   likely.    witcher’s   hand   is   settled   easy   around   a   mug   of   lukewarm   ale ,    and   that   might   curb   his   snapping   for   now.    “ exactly ,    what   have   you   done ? ”    voice   rings    muffled   against   the   cup ,    quirk   of   those   dark   brows.    a   long   drink ,    and   the   chirp   of   jaskier’s   monologuing   makes   him   frown   once   it’s   over.    “ why   have   you   such   a   thirst   to   wander ?    most   would   be   happy   with   their   lot ,    not   go   running   from   home   into   the   unknown. ”    fear   of   all   dwelling   out   there   usually   makes   the   likes   of   the   bard   run   for  the   hills ,    hills   with   their   homes   nestled   atop.    fear   of   that   unknown   drives   them   hiding   under   their   beds.    “ fame ?   glory ?    or   the   sheer   boredom   of   courtly   pleasantries ? ”    voice   grates   low   and   weary ,    he   hasn’t   talked   so   much  in   a   while.    maybe   he   should   stop.    does   at   questioning ,    anyway.    autumn   eyes   fall    away   from   the   bard ,    drop   low   unto   the   table   they   share   for   a   moment.    short   huff   outward   follows.    “ it’s   my   purpose.    i’m   a   witcher ,    we   slay   monsters ,    we   get   the   coin.    we   buy   more   ale ,    and   then   we   do   it   all   again   tomorrow.    i   don’t   need   anything   but   that. ”    and   how   many   times   has   that   slipped   past   your   lips ,   in   all   these   years ,    geralt ?    too   many ,    too   many.

𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐻𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆 𝑄𝑈𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁  was  ,  in fact  ,  rhetorical  ,  jaskier pays no mind to geralt’s answer. is well beyond letting his words upset him. beyond wondering if they are meant well or even meant at all.    (  and perhaps he does not wonder because it bothers him. the very idea of geralt meaning even half the things he says.    is this truly how you see me?     )   and then again  –  perhaps his profession has steeled his pride.  “  fame,  ”   he repeats with a nod.  “  i don’t think there’s a bard alive and singing who doesn’t wish for fame.  ”   it’s a matter he has considered since he first began the life of a minstrel. what is the point of singing if no one will hear you? but it is not the sole drive of his journey.  “  fame is all good  ,  wonderful even. but it’s not just that,  ”  he starts. fingers fidget with the handle of his tankard.  “  if i don’t tell these stories, who will?  ”  a pause. eyes flicker up to meet geralt’s.  “  if i don’t tell your story,  ”  he adds  ,  and he doesn’t quite regret saying it  ,  but he does not expound upon it. there’s a change in gears. exterior hardens slightly. an involuntary reaction  –  as though he were caught. found vulnerable. he sinks into an easier subject. turns it back on the white-haired man.  “  bollocks,  ”  he says  ,  now grinning. eyebrows pull together.  “  you won’t admit it  ,  no. too out of character. can’t let anyone know you need something.  ”  tone exaggerated  ,   words animated in satire.  “  but you do.  ”   ⌣  ⁕  

[phantomemes]

starters  /  prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work ,  between you and these bones .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary .

‘  the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes  ’

‘  how i soften when you pull me against you  ’

‘  you are teaching me to love  ’

‘  i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes  ’

‘  you perhaps will become my swan song  ’

‘  it is a very human thing to love  ’

‘  you are my good days  ’

‘  i have been loved dearly  ’

‘  i promise you will not always be this war  ’

‘  thank god for the stubbornness of organs  ’

‘  it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you  ’

‘  there will always be another day  ’

‘  there will always be another mercy  ’

‘  perhaps i will take up dancing again  ’

‘  what a pretty little disaster you will be  ’

‘  i am terrified for you  ’

‘  i will fold inside of myself  ’

‘  today i am thankful  ’

‘  i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake  ’

‘  come and get me  ’

‘  i tell myself i do not need you  ’

‘  i think i broke again last night  ’

‘  i’m just trying to connect with you  ’

‘  you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing  ’

‘  burn the house down in search of yourself  ’

‘  don’t you dare ever stop looking  ’

‘  i struggle not to feel guilty  ’

‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing  ’

‘  sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing  ’

‘  find that you are made of russian nesting dolls  ’

‘  the trees are always kindest with spring comes  ’

‘  teach yourself the hymns again  ’

‘  he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips  ’

‘  this life is an altar  ’

‘  i am sorry i do not have more time  ’

‘  there is a mountain in me  ’

‘  by the morning i am a triumph  ’

‘  there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat  ’

‘  today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across  ’

‘  there are many things that will fit beneath your skin  ’

‘  forgiveness does not take up much room  ’

‘  some days you will breathe and it will be enough  ’

‘  you do not have to hold it quite so tightly  ’

‘  there is a prayer in me  ,  still  ’

‘  you scare me a little  ’

‘  you can be a good thing and not a whole thing  ’

‘  there are flowers in my chest again  ’

‘  the rain comes and sounds like you  ’

‘  i cannot tell you why i still trust god  ’

‘  find peace and build a home out of it  ’

‘  there is never an end  ’

[jvskier]

jaskier vc: you’re in his dms, i’m rubbing chamomile onto his lovely bottom. we are not the same.

[jvskier]

prophecyveined  ⋅  ⋅  ⋅   𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎  ❃  

jvskier     said     :     ❛ don’t blame yourself . ❜

⊰ ◜🌹 ◝ ⊱     witcher     prompts     ,     not     accepting     .     /     @jvskier·     .     ♡     ⊰ ◜🌹 ◝ ⊱

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥     𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬     𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝     𝐛𝐲     𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦     𝐨𝐟     𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭     𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥     ,     𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡     𝐨𝐟     𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡     &     (𝐮𝐧)𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡     .      (     devour     thy     gods     ,     girl     .     )     shame     is     no     stranger     to     she     :      grief     is     forever     a     follower     .     singular     moment     of     fragile     certainty     :     existing     within     this     twilight     ,     even     if     consciousness     does     not     feel     tethered     to     earth     .     speak     not     of     regrets     even     as     they     gnaw     at     bones     like     ravenous     phantoms     ,     faces     shapeless    but     knives     for     eyes     .       ❛       i     must     ,       ❜       confesses     this     rose     of     a     woman     .       ❛       none     shall     bare     this     agony     —     none     but     i     .     it     is     my     duty     .       ❜                                                                                                                                                   

“  no,  ”  he interjects softly. shakes his head.   “  that can’t be the only way,  ”  he adds  ,  eyes fixed on her  –  held there by his commiseration.  “  i could help,  ”  he starts again.    (  what could you do  ,  jaskier? truly? you can sing and you can pluck your strings  ,   entertaining enough. but she stands there  –  weight of the world on her shoulders and you ask yourself what could you do?    )   and he does not have a good answer  ,  no. perhaps easing the burdens of one such as her requires a strength he does not possess. or maybe can’t use. he offers all the same.   “  you have only to ask.  ”   ⌣  ⁕  

[jvskier]

hi !! sorry for the inactivity! something happened here that set off my anxiety pretty bad but i’ve taken some time away and i feel better now. will definitely be active tomorrow ! :’ )

[vatghern-deactivated20200202]

People  like  to   𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕  monsters  and  monstrosities.  Then  they  seem   𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠  𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠.  When  they  get  blind-drunk, cheat,  steal,  beat  their  wives, starve  an  old  woman,  when  they  kill  a  trapped fox  with  an  axe  or   𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎  the  last  existing unicorn  with  arrows, they  like  to  think  that  the  Bane  entering  cottages at  daybreak  is   𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆  𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔  than  they  are.  They  feel  better  then.   𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞  𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉  𝖎𝖙  𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔  𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 .

[riviasblade]

[jvskier]

riviasblade‌   ⋅  ⋅  ⋅   𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑡   ❃  

    @jvskier​                ‘   just  you  and  me .   ’          KIM  PETRAS   –   TURN  OFF  THE  LIGHTS  STARTERS

       The witcher stays silent as he hears the bards response ,  just you and me .   wind bellows between the two ,  letting out a heavy sigh the taller man looks towards the brunette with minor exhaustion  yet  extends a singular hand out for the other  ;   allowing him to get on top of his beloved horse as opposed to walking ,  it had been muddy  ,  windy  ,  misty  .   who knew what dangers lurked  ? 

gloved hand briefly holds his own as he forces him up and onto the back  , quickly retracting .  “ you  dont  mean  it  .    “   Geralt responds in a husky , edged voice  ;  no  one  would  ever  want  the  company  of  a  witcher  ,  let  alone  a  mutated  one  .    

“  you  have  a  lot  to  live  for  ,  Jaskier .  “   very few words are said ,  perhaps this was the most he has said in the past few days  ,  often thinking that the other may just get …permanently injured in one way or the other -  it wasn’t worth it  .  “  dont  ruin it  traveling with me .  “ 

  it  had  been a long journey   &  despite not wanting to admit it  Geralt had grown soft towards the handsome , honey-strung bard .  “  get a family , get a partner , get renown in your songs .  “   was he …  pushing him away ?  unintentionally  but thoughtfully  .   (   in  his  own pessimistic mind .  ) 

             hand extends toward him: an offer he cannot refuse  ,  despite his momentary doubt in its integrity. it only took a decade to attain such progression.  (  so why now?   )   jaskier steadies himself on roach’s back. hesitates before wrapping both arms around the other’s waist. inevitable  ,  though he half expects to hear some sort of complaint in response. 

geralt’s implications do not bode well with him.  is it an attempt to create distance?  he cannot tell  ,  for reading the other man is not a craft he has perfected. and perhaps he would do well to settle for geralt’s suggestions. perhaps it would spare him 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 to leave now. is there life after geralt? of course. always will be. will he find fulfillment in it? complacency? he does not think so.

“  i do mean it,   ”  jaskier retaliates  ,  though voice is soft and so slightly cracking. he does not speak for several moments. and he is grateful that geralt cannot see his face  ,  which he knows would betray him.  “  one of the greatest decisions i’ve ever made was to follow you that day.  ”   that day  ,  so many years ago when he followed geralt straight into the devil’s den. and from then on knew that he would follow him anywhere.

“  i don’t want to settle  ,  geralt,  ”   he says  ,  an unintentional fondness when he speaks the other’s name.  “  i want this,  ”  he adds with a nod.  “  all of it. the adventure  ,  the mystery  ,  the failures and the triumphs,  ”   he continues. pauses shortly in between.  “  i want to write your songs.  ”  voice spills forth  ,  and with it some regret. always speaking too much  ,  never not enough.  ⌣  ⁕  

[jvskier]

vengefultorments·   ⁕   ⊰  𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑖  ⊱

renfri isn’t a murderer. no, she really isn’t. she only kills when she finds it absolutely necessary. like, that man in the woods and men alike him that she’s came across. she’s never even wanted to kill someone for sport. but, jesus fucking christ, this guy makes her want to punch her. eyes roll in annoyance, head tilting to the side as she finally turned her focus to him. ❝ he was a bad person. creepy. do you always ask this many question to people covered in blood?❞

“  covered in blood or not  ,  i’ve a mind for questions.  details tend to enhance the story  ,  don’t you think?  ”  jaskier starts with a small shrug.  “  good for clarification  ,  too,  ”  he adds  ,  eyes squinting as though he’s envisioning something.  “  make you out to be less of the  ‘murdering’  type and more of the  ‘slit your throat when it’s justified’  type.  ”  he nods  ,  in agreement with himself concerning the image he has crafted for her.  always looking through the lens of subject matter.   (  despite the unaccommodating energy he is almost always met with   )    ⌣  ⁕  

[jvskier]

skjebne·:

@jvskier· / birthday related starer

  There’s only a slight set of irritation in his features. The bards singing of tales is one that he has grown used to hearing over the decades, but none the less it doesn’t stop him from drinking or trying to drown in his drink every now and then. he’d be celebrating had he no company but he does not mention his age to most.  ‘don’t you have something better to do than sing the night away? Or was the last affair enough that you learned to stay out of royal banquets.’ 

           “  someone is struggling to come to terms with their age,  ”  he says  ,  a tilt of the head following.  his age which is  ,  in fact  ,  still unknown to jaskier.  he does not push the matter.  last he did  ,  he bought himself a silent streak from geralt.  he relaxes from a playing position. lets his lute hang , but keeps a hand firm on its neck.  “  did you perhaps forget that i’m a bard, geralt?  ”  an air of sarcasm surrounds his words.  he takes a seat across from him.  “  i’d be a poor bard if i didn’t sing on my closest friend’s birthday.  ”  jaskier pays no mind to the attitude of the other.  well acquainted with it  ,  though he had hoped perhaps today of all days  ,  it would fade if only for a while.  “  and i’ll have you know i’m still quite welcome in many royal banquet halls,  ”  he adds  ,  a bit defensive.    ⌣ ⁕

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[reptite]

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there’s blood on that blade, fuck me, I’m falling apart

[geralte]

       " 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙊𝘿. “           ind   geralt  of   rivia.    netflix’s   the   witcher   based.    ind   /   sel   /   pri.    est   dec   2019.