#;jaskier

Peaky Blinders Meme

“Have you now, Bard?” Asked the King, feigning levity and an easy countenance. Beneath, he’d begun to rage. 

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It wasn’t one of the brightest days, nor one of the warmest around the Velen’s territory. One could’ve said, though, that it wasn’t even one of the coldest or worst day among the whole season. It was quite misty, but not so foggy as it could’ve been and probably was mostly during winter - and summer to be honest. God, Jaskier hated those places’ weather. 

The bard’s clothes were all dirty, especially his pants, since he and his witcher friend decided to take a very muddy way. Beside, it was probably impossible to find a way that wasn’t muddy at all. Ah, shit, Jaskier needed a new pair of boots and especially new clothes so badly. The fine silk was so ruined. But that was the price to pay to live and write great stories, wasn’t it? 

« Geralt...  » , he sighed at some point - probably causing the witcher to feel the pain he often felt when the silence was broken. But, come on, he was able to stay silent for at least one hour. That was honestly too much silence for the bard to handle.

« Are you sure... this is the right direction? » , he asked and without waiting for the answer to come he immediately added  « And I mean sure as in sure “sure”. Not as in “I once was around this places and I have the vague memory of this being the right way” sure, you know. »

ꜱᴇɴᴅ 💞 ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇ ( accepting )

The party was going on marvelously at Jaskier’s brothel. The Rosemary and Thyme was full of people chatting, drinking, playing, laughing, dancing and every other sort of social activities that a party like that could’ve induced. Jaskier was greeting his guests and bragging about his place and the atmosphere that was spreading all around of pure fun. He was honestly very happy in that moment, to see all of his new and old friends coming from every part of the world to attend his event, and was wearing a big smile since hours now.

The place was very elegantly decorated with all sort of plants, curtains made out of the finest silks, lights, flowers… every sort of fancy decoration that helped the guests getting into the party mood. And it was also so very well done. After all the bard ran from a place to another for more than a week to get everything in time and having everything ready for the celebration.

The music was loud and the laughters were even louder for all the evening. Jaskier took a moment for himself to walk out the place and taking a small breath of the cold air that was spreading through the night into the streets of Novigrad. The city seemed so quite from the outside of the tavern. Almost… sad. Jaskier blinked once, and turned himself to enter his place once again, so ready to inhale the passion of the party from every part of the room. 

It was then that he noticed the elf, standing on a corner of the tavern. Ah, so typical of Iorveth. Jaskier immediately recognized him - how could he let the elf come in unnoticed, not greeting him when he entered the place earlier? How long was he here though? …Scoia’taels, always so quiet.

Jaskier smiled and started to walk through his guest and when he was closer to the elf… everyone started to shout and the music was even louder, the laughs and the hype was higher all around. It was the new year’s hour. 

Jaskier was caught out of guard, not being close to anyone to wish them a happy new year, but being closer to Ioverth to be heard by him at least. He hesitated for a second, before realizing… that the elf was standing under a misletoe.

What. an. awesome. opportunity.

So, I play Jaskier of course, physically looking as the one in the serie, so Joey Batey’s look, but I mix his behavior based on show, games and books - about the timeline: let me know what you’d prefer to play, since of course the one in the show is different from the books - as Jaskier meets Geralt in Posada when they already knew each others in the book and went there together.

Since I’m pretty new to rp in general I always accept suggestions and every other kind of critique that can make me improve in every way possible! Last thing, being new makes me feel... shy, yeah. That’s why I’m making this call out, ‘cause I’m always afraid to send starters or even start to plotting with anyone. Soooo hit me up if you’d like to rp with me! ;-)

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« But the story is this She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss Her sweet kiss ♫ »

The troubadour was singing some notes of his most recent ballad under the cold shadow of a tree he just found. An apple core was laying near him, thrown somewhere on the grass on that lazy and nice summer afternoon.

Jaskier was enjoying the company of his lute alone, just taking some time for himself and enjoying the breeze that from time to time ruffled his hair. The sun was shining and making the whole view very stunning into the start of the forest where he found that nice spot. It was perfect, he thought, to dive himself into the nature and let the inspiration flows with poetry and music only.

He made a couple of notes more with his instrument, while brainstorming to give birth to a new whole ballad he had in mind since the last adventure with his favorite witcher. A ballad of brave fights, love, tragic scenarios... the usual.

Jaskier was so much into his thinking and playing that he didn’t noticed the girl at first. He was just concentrating himself into the point of his fingers, while touching the cords of his lute, and making new notes out if. The concentration for a new ballad was probably the only moment in which the bard could not see a beautiful young woman coming his way, for sure, so he kept playing, reaching higher notes with his voice.