#jaskier threads.

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@rosaquiem / sc.

"well, i certainly was not expecting geralt to be knocked unconscious. do i look terrified? i'm definitely terrified," cue the bard wielding his lute like a weapon. "i hope you can fight because we are about to be in the thick of it!" he steps closer to where geralt lies on the floor. "even better if you're a healer and can wake him."

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@witchered

face lights up in a grin the moment that blue eyes spot the witcher. a course of excitement as he steadies a hand back, on the lute that hangs against his back and picks up his pace. boots attempting to avoid mud brought by early spring rain as he makes his way towards white hair. it's always thrilling when his journey brings him back to the other after time parted ways.

"geralt!" a call as he closes the distance and falls in step. "what's it been this time - just through the winter, i believe. we haven't been apart so long," he simply begins speaking, like every conversation, no matter how far apart, is a continuation. "what are you hunting this time, hm? ooh, i hope it's dangerous. i'm in need of inspiration for my next song. i really want it to be dancey. i bet people can dance to the tales of the white wolf," he does not say he missed the other - never says that - simply falls in step as if he's never left his friend's side.

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Jaskier PLEASE drop the skincare routine I need to know how you stay looking so young and beautiful standing next to people who literally cannot wrinkle @distoretion

"you would honestly think i'd have grey hairs by now because of geralt," hands on his hips as he speaks, knowing full well he's been just as bad on geralt over the years. "here i am, fifty years old, looking the same as i did when i first met geralt. and i will tell you this: fuck as many people as you can and drink as much as you can. that's my secret," and it only works for the bard because of how often he's played music for the fae and other immortal, magical beings.

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OPEN STARTER to any a song of ice and fire, game of thrones, house of the dragon, knight of the seven kingdoms muses, canon or oc. in his asoiaf verse, jaskier is still a famed bard.

in each hand he held half of his lute. broken into pieces, leaving the bard more than shocked. "okay yes, my song was about how all of the targaryen line seem to suck," a huff of air and a little petulant stomp of one foot. "but to be quite fair i'm not wrong and there was no law against my song!"

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@theirmadness / ciri

starter call.

"geralt would never let anything happen to you, you know?" the trubadur flops down to sit next to the young princess. his clothes are smoothed out beneath him and he gives her a smile. "whatever may happen, geralt will always come back for you, his daughter."

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starter call.

@cripplemagics

fingers strum through the chords of the lute for a moment as jaskier makes sure his instrument is fine tuned. "alright," he tells aoi, "just sing the parts of the chorus i asked you to," of which he gave them no choice. he had simply walked up to her and told her to provide backup.

"i'm sure you'll be fine and even if you aren't, i'm the star anyway."

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starter call.

@ifyoucatchacriminal lucy & jaskier

with his lute strap over his shoulders and hands ready to play, jaskier practically dances into the throne room. a great banquet, the details of which jaskier didn't pay attention to, had needed a bard - and of course jaskier had been absolutely excited to fulfill that role.

the kingdom of narnia seemed like a magical place of sorts, yet the bard rarely found himself within it's borders. a strum of the lute happens and he declares, "i'm here everyone, the party can truly begin!"

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open starter for valentine's day or some sort of festival of love. meant for romantic ships, jask is pansexual. open to any witcher muses or muses with witcher verses. oc or canon. based on a mix of twn, hexer, book canon, with a few original liberties taken.

jaskier !

festivals and celebration days that were geared towards love and romance were always favorites of the trubadur. days like this brought people together, inhibitions lowered by drink and the excitement of a day geared towards coupling. jaskier always found that his songs and ballads more welcomed. and more importantly that he was more easily welcomed into the arms of whomever caught his eye that night.

with lute in hand a song finished, jaskier - in such good spirits as was the rest of the company around him - waltzed over and sat himself in the lap of someone who's eyes he'd kept catching all night. he threw one arm around their neck and smiled.

"keep looking at me like that and i'll think you want my clothes off!"