#music teacher jaskier

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier possesses the uncanny ability to return from the dead, but each resurrection comes at a steep cost: he must forget something each time.

So far, Jaskier has forgotten:

- His hometown. Though he recalls the name Lettenhove, he no longer remembers its location.

- The name of his first music teacher.

- Who he lost his virginity to.

- His true nature. Jaskier knows he's not entirely human, but he can't remember what he is.

When Jaskier is separated from Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer, he is captured by Nilfgaard. Aware that his death would only be temporary, Jaskier devises a desperate plan. He chooses to forget himself and his humanity, reasoning that if Jaskier no longer exists, he cannot betray his loved ones.

Later, when Geralt goes to rescue him, he finds the bard transformed into something more monstrous. Despite this, Geralt is unwavering in his determination to restore Jaskier's true self.

[gabetheunknown]

@after-the-end-times

Ah, there it is! I saw a post like this the other day and I could not, for the life of me find it back, so I'm glad I get to share my thoughts about this after all (not that anything would've stopped me) Prepare for the essay, I never keep things short!

The Rockrose and the Thistle, is in my opinion a love song of sorts, but a different kind of love song that Extraordinary Things is, focused on the first part of it. Both songs are very similar in more ways than just recurring notes. Both songs are written in Dminor. (wheras Extraordinary Things has Minor Melodic elements that raises the 6th note to create the G major chord he plays when he sings the lyrics ‘extraordinary things’ and sings an A on top which sounds really pretty and immediately caught my ear) 

The notes everyone is referring to are in the intro of Extraordinary Things, D C D E F E F G A B♭ A G A  (I put it on a scale because I can and I’m a nerd. I also love the harmonies)

And it doesn’t just come back in the Rockrose and the Thistle, there’s two other songs written in Dminor in the Horror and the Wild and that is The Horror and the Wild, where the repetition of these tones are beautifully audible in Madeleine’s ‘You are the son of every dressing up box’ and Farewell Wanderlust, where they immediately accentuate that B♭ (which is the 6th note of the Dminor scale) in instrumentals. In Farewell Wanderlust they also play with more chromatic elements as they add a flat second note and a flat seven. The use of chromatic elements (half note distances) isn’t new for Joey and Madeleine and in my opinion it just adds a lot to the musicality of it all, it’s clever, it immediately catches my ear, it’s subtle things like that that make me keep coming back to their music. Rather than a melodic minor scale, Joey could’ve just added that half note distance to add a major G chord to his scale, because the use of major chords in minor scales is just chef’s kiss in my musical opinion, especially in combination with the words he sings. The notes he uses are not uncharacteristic for Joey’s music.

NOW LISTEN, I LOVE this ask because it means I can break down every aspect of what I love about Joey’s singing and what different things I love about Jaskier’s singing. Because oh my god the TALENT, to still make people go ‘wait I just found out that Joey Batey sings both in the Amazing Devil and as Jaskier in the Witcher’ to this day astonishes me and I’m never surprised when someone stumbles upon that realization. The breathiness he uses on his voice in both the Rockrose and the Thistle (and more TAD songs) and Extraordinary Things blows my mind. But there’s a difference to the way he uses it in both songs, let me try to explain. He sings with an aspirated voice (Which means to sing with a breathy voice) in The Rockrose and the Thistle, but in Extraordinary Things, it feels like sometimes he is just breathless and it’s so beautiful and small and soft and intimate, considering the words he’s singing. We, as singers at the conservatory, were taught to make our breaths as inaudible as possible, to remove as much breath from our voices as possible, when singing on record. So needless to say it is a DELIGHT to hear Joey just put his whole heart and soul into every breath he takes, he’s considerate of every syllable, the volume of his voice, the clearness or lack thereof, the shakiness of his breaths fucking kill me dead… ALSO what astonishes me the most about the difference between his TAD songs and his Jaskier songs is the change in vibrato. Jaskier uses more vibrato in his voice than Joey does in the Amazing Devil and I go INSANE about that because my teachers have always said that vibrato is a hard thing to control and requires a lot of training and he’s just out there, mending it to his will as if it is no big deal, like :-) King? I’m jealous, hello? 

I’ve nothing else to say about this for now (lies) it’s already become a full on essay, so I hope this satisfies your needs for now lmao

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Modern multi-perspective Geraskier AU with: Good Dad Geralt, Teen Ciri, and Teacher Jaskier. Set in and around Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Subtle crossover in X-Men verse. Geralt and Ciri are mutants. Jaskier is human. Geralt is Ciri’s legal guardian. He works as a Whole Foods butcher in Blaviken to make ends meet. Ciri is starting high school this year, but secretly being a mutant makes it difficult to fit in. Jaskier is a stylish, uninspired music teacher at Ciri’s high school. He hasn’t had much luck with love, until he meets Geralt.

Author: @adelizaa

[tondw0o2blog]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Hi! :) thanks for the ask, I love receiving asks but sometimes its a little bit overwhelming.

Self/job: I'm an introverted hobbyist. I do clay sculptures as well besides drawing and tipped my toes a tiny little bit in animatronic but ufff that's rough. But I still want to work on my Monty animatronic head (fnaf).

I work as a kindergarten teacher.

Fandoms:

The Hobbit, BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Good Omens, MCU, One piece, Dragonball, Haikyuu, KnB and more.

Ships: Bagginshield, Johnlock, Destiel, Ineffable husbands, Gabriel X belzebub, Ironstrange, stony, stucky, thruce and many more I think.

Story snippets, ideas and prompts:

I love receiving any of it, if I do them is another story. But if I really like some Im gonna draw it.

Pets: Unfortunately I don't have pets ( I would love to have a cat but my landlord doesn't want that) but we had cats when I was a child. And a bird ( don't know what bird though).

Garden/hobbies:

Me and a garden don't work together no no.

Well...drawing, sculpting, felting(relatively new hobby), reading, listening to music.

yeah building, crafting stuff.

Hope you have a nice day! :)

- ToNDW0o

[professorjaskier]

Wuv the Bard Prompt: Kidfic

Hello everyone! Thanks to @whataboutthebard for hosting such an awesome event with great prompts. Thanks to @sulkyskywalker for beta reading! Read on A03 here

Title: Goodnight my Angel

Prompt: KidFic

Pairing: Jaskier/Geralt and Jaskier & Ciri

Rating: General

Warnings: brief mentions of a house fire and a car crash and mentions of canonical deaths (i.e. Calanthe and Eist)

Jaskier woke with a start at the sound of screaming.

His muddled mind took a moment to take stock of his surroundings. He was at home, in his bed…alone? Ah, right, Geralt was working the night shift again, but the screaming—

Ciri.

Without another thought, Jaskier scrambled to find his glasses on the bedside table and rushed out into the hallway towards Ciri’s room. 

Although he had known Ciri since she was a small child, she hadn’t been a permanent fixture in Geralt’s and his lives until recently. Geralt had volunteered to care for the infant nearly a decade earlier upon Pavetta and Duny’s untimely passing, but the courts decided that Ciri’s guardianship would go to her grandparents. Begrudgingly, Calanthe had allowed Geralt and Jaskier to visit Ciri on occasion, but Calanthe had loved jealously and feared that they would take Ciri from her. 

Jaskier wished that her fears hadn’t come to pass.

It had only been three months since they had gotten the call in the middle of the night. A house fire, consuming everything in its path and sparing none but Ciri. She’d been theirs ever since, along with the sleepless nights that accompanied her. 

Jaskier was no stranger to childhood trauma. As a middle school music teacher he often dealt with children that had seen far too much in their short time on Earth. Even so, -, he had no clue where to start.

Ciri had always been a sweet, energetic child, taking joy from the smallest things around her, but ever since the accident she’d withdrawn into herself. Jaskier and Geralt had tried everything to help; they had gotten her a therapist, tried to make her surroundings to her liking, hell, he had even learned how to bake her favorite treats. Each day the Ciri he knew and loved would peek out from behind the mask, like the sun on a cloudy day, but every night the nightmares returned with a vengeance.

Jaskier skidded around the last corner—grasping the wall as he tripped over the hallway runner—and burst into her room. With a quickness only brought by muscle memory, he flicked the switch, momentarily wincing at the sudden brightness of the room until his eyes adjusted.

The sight that greeted him broke his heart. 

As per usual, Ciri was still asleep. In the three months she had been with them, Ciri never woke up from her nightmares naturally. It wasn’t until either Geralt or Jaskier woke her that she was freed from the horrors of her mind. 

Jolted into action by another piercing scream, Jaskier leapt across the room and began to softly call her name. “Ciri. Cirilla, darling, open your eyes.”

Jaskier watched as she tossed around on her bed, her youthful face screwed up in terror. He wished to wake her more quickly by placing a hand on her arm, but he had learned his lesson after such an action had sent her straight into a panic attack. Instead, he continued to call out.

“Ciri. Cirilla, you’re safe. You’re in Geralt’s house with me. No one can hurt you here.”

With those words, Ciri shot straight up with a scream, pushing herself into the corner of her bed as her eyes darted frantically about until she caught sight of him. At that moment she launched herself across the bed and into his arms.

“Oh dearheart, you’re okay, I promise. You’re safe, you’re not there anymore.”

The only response he received were keening cries into the crook of his neck as she continued to sob. Helpless, Jaskier continued to murmur reassurances until she finally pulled away and wiped away her tears.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a sniffle, “I keep on waking you up with my stupid nightmares—”

Jaskier shook his head and opened his arms, a silent invitation that Ciri took as she curled up next to him. “Don’t apologize, Love. Your nightmares aren’t stupid. Besides, when you’re as fabulous as me, you don’t need beauty sleep darling.”

Ciri snorted out a laugh and pulled away once more to wipe away some stray tears. “I just want them to stop.”

“Of course, and someday they will.” Jaskier paused, deep in thought before he turned to her. “You know, I used to have nightmares too.”

Ciri’s eyes widened to show her interest even as her silence stretched on. Taking her nod as a signal to continue, Jaskier said, “When I was 10, I was in a bad car crash. I was stuck in the car for nearly an hour before emergency personnel could get to us. I dreamt of being trapped for a long time after and I would wake up my parents screaming for months.”

Ciri sniffled and bit her lip as she processed the words. At least, Jaskier hoped that was what she was doing. The machinations behind an 11-year old girl’s mind were unknown to him. 

“But it stopped?”

“Eventually,” he replied, rubbing a soothing pattern along her back, “but it took time.”

Ciri nodded, picking at her cuticles as he waited for her reply. After a few moments, she muttered, “But if the nightmares stop…does that mean I’m forgetting them?”

Jaskier’s heart broke as he looked into his goddaughter’s pale face and he fought back tears of his own. “No, darling. You aren’t forgetting them because you’ll still remember the good things everyday. You’ll remember your grandmother’s ferocity and Eist’s kindness. You’ll remember the shopping trips and horrible omelets—” He paused as Ciri let out a wet laugh and he placed a kiss at the crown of her head. “You’ll remember. You’ll just heal from the bad, and trust me when I say that’s what they would want for you, princess.”

Ciri nodded as tears streamed down her face. “Thank you, Jask.”

Jaskier shoved his own tears into a box for later and pasted on a smile. “Of course, darling. Now—” he punctuated the word by slapping both hands on his thighs and moving them both into a more comfortable position, “would you prefer a story or a song?”

“A song, please. Could you—I mean can I make a request?”

“Anything, Ciri, as long as I know it,” he replied, stroking his fingers through her long hair.

Ciri took in a shaky breath and moved so Jaskier could see her face. “My grandma used to sing me a song when I was a child when I had trouble sleeping. It goes something like this.”

Jaskier listened as she sang part of a chorus that he knew very well and smiled. “Yes, darling, I know that one quite well. I’ll sing it until you go to sleep.”

Ciri sniffled and leaned her head against his shoulder. “Thanks, Jask.”

“Anything, princess.”

With that Jaskier began to softly sing a tune that he knew very well. A song that Pavetta had loved when she’d been alive. 

Someday we’ll all be gone, 

But lullabies go on and on

They never die 

That’s how you and I will be

Jaskier shuddered as he sang those last words, and let the deep even breathing of Ciri bring him peace. With a smile, he lowered her down onto the bed and pressed a parting kiss to her brow. 

Before he could leave, he felt a small hand grasp at his wrist. Turning back he saw Ciri frowning with her eyes still closed. 

“Don’t go.”

“Okay.”

Without another word, Jaskier shut off the light and climbed into the bed, letting Ciri curl up close. 

Geralt would find the two of them curled up together the next morning, finally home from his shift. He’d smile, knowing that they would be alright. 

Everything would be alright.

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[kuwdora]

1, 5, 9, 12, 20 for the WIP asks <3

Okay let me talk about my main/current WIP which is puppetskier nonsense called Coin Operated Boy. I have one chapter left to finish but it’s been such a silly and fun time. So much nonsense and whump.

Give a 5-word summary of this chapter/fic.

Philippa curses Jaskier into a puppet. (Okay 6 words…)

Are there any OCs in this chapter/fic? Who’s your favorite?

Every chapter features an OC because I’ve been exploring Jaskier’s relationships in Oxenfurt in that period between seasons 1 and 2.

Corydosia is Jaskier's sex worker friend he met while they were both students at Oxenfurt (and I have this whole backstory/side story for her that doesn't make it into puppetskier, heh).

Karsten is the 10 year old Eternal Fire acolyte that Jaskier befriends while he’s a puppet.

Mortimer is the academic frenemy that Jaskier has a running beef with for good, pedantic reasons.

Shani is still Shani but verging on OC territory because there's only so much I am drawing upon from the books/games, but I'm still hoping she's coming across as thoughtful and engaging and in-character in her own way.

They are all my favorite, it’s so hard to choose just one! I will say that Karsten holds a special place in my heart because he's so precious. I actually wrote the first scene with him a year and half ago for a different story where Karsten is 19 years old and making “devil’s music” with a sorceress in Novigrad, and is musically roasting Jaskier and Jaskier fucking loves it. Karsten’s eventually going to get ex-communicated from the church and help Ciri out, if I ever manage to work on that stuff again.

9. What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

“I think I’d get a better deal selling my soul to an actual devil,” Jaskier said. “Nearest devil’s in Novigrad and his interest rates have gone up since Nilfgaard took Cintra,” Mortimer said without missing a beat.

12. What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?

I hope folks will laugh and boggle at the absurdity and relate to the existential fears and frustrations Jaskier’s experiencing in his moments of stress. Hope folks find hope in Jaskier’s resiliency despite the odds he’s facing in the story and in the background as well.

20. Share 3 images that would fit to a mood board for this chapter/fic.

!! Okay time to share my face-casting of Shani, Cory, Karsten and a silly puppet photo for Jaskier. Under the cut!

Shani face cast is Jessica Sula, whom I imprinted on when she was on Skins back in the day.

Corydosia, author, sex worker and ceramics teacher is Cristela Alonzo

Mortimer Meinbald, Professor of Supernatural Phenomena is Jason Mantzoukas (he would be so fucking funny to see play off Joey in a scene)

Karsten face cast is a really young Sean Teale. These are from his teenage years but yeah just imagine him as a small child talking to a puppetskier.

Kermit has too many expressions and antics I love for Jaskier, and the number of puppet hole jokes I could not resist, well...

free to send me one of these current wip asks!

[storytime-with-moth]

Jaskier is Cursed - Prompt

First off, Jaskier needs to be an elf or part elven or some sort of creature (not a mage) because I need him to be made of tougher stuff then most humans. 

Jaskier, bard, bastard, and cad known in every kingdom, has finally set into motion a trap he cannot talk his way out of. A mage or witch curses him for his disregard of breaking hearts or something in the like. 

The curse takes all the emotions directed at you and turns them into physical sensations to the bard. Laughter, and love turn into warmth, and fluttering in the stomach. But heartbreak feels like a heart attack, rage and anger feel like his blood is boiling in his body, annoyances turn into a headache, fear makes it so he looses feeling in his limbs, and he feels so cold. 

When the bard catches onto the repercussions of this curse he begins to play more happy music, and stay out of peoples beds, anything to keep the emotions directed at him as ones that feel good. And of course the more he cares about the others feelings the stronger they feel. 

So when Geralt how is unaware of the bards new predicament at the mountain, and screams at Jaskier to leave. Jaskier can barely hold back the his tears as his blood begins to heat up and he feels like he has been cut open. He leaves Geralt and soon after disappears from courts and taverns altogether. Living on the road, doing his best to disappear and not get close to anyone. 

He wanders into Cintra after a close call of almost running into Geralt, thinking the Witcher will never follow him into the city housing his child surprise. Eist convinces the bard to teach the young Cirilla music and be her tutor. He gladly takes the post and begins his life as Ciri’s teacher. Calanthe is not pleased, but this man is different than the fool that waltzed into her court years ago, he is quiet, respectful, and never makes a fuss when Ciri gets frustrated with her lessons. He does however seem to be taken ill by headaches more often than is normal. 

When the sacking of Cintra happens Jaskier and Ciri escape together, and evtually weeks later after mouse sack and Dara, they run into Geralt. 

Not being able to bear leaving young ciri’s side Jaskier risks the potential pain, knowing the heartbreak of abandoning Cirilla might just kill him, and he would deserve it if he broke her heart. 

Kear Morhen is a difficult place to live, all of the Witchers know how to ao3 is with violence and jearing, which would be fine if it didn’t hurt so much. And Jaskier can’t keep his constant smell of pain and fear away from the senses of several Witchers. 

The jig will soon be up, and how will Geralt react? Does Cirilla already have a feeling? And can the best mage Jaskier knows help at all? 

[witcherwheeloftheyear]

Litha Masterpost

all the works posted for the Litha event of Witcher Wheel of the Year - go here for more information, prompts and dates for the other events throughout 2023. Next event is Mabon on Septemner 22

Thank you to everyone who participated! 💚💚💚

A Night to Remember by Molanna

It's Litha, the longest day of the year, and Geralt is throwing a garden party at his newly acquired estate, Corvo Bianco, the old vineyard in the Sansretour Valley. Milva cannot dance, but Cahir is a good teacher. The delicious wine and Jaskier's newest song also help. And then there are Angoulême's Hansa Games and Regis's hot hooch …

Join the Dance by bookscorpion

The fast music and the other dancers carried them forward, and Cerys was happy to let Jutta lead and swing her around, watching her usual serious expression melt away into the biggest grin, her green eyes sparkling in the light of the fire. Cerys and Jutta celebrate Litha, and each other.

A Sacrificial Rite To Render Truth by do_androids_dream

An ancient prophecy states that Nilfgaard will perish if Emhyr var Emreis does not marry within a certain period of time. Certainly, Emhyr does not want Nilfgaard to fall, but neither does he want to marry some random noblewoman. Resourceful as he is, he finds a logical solution to his problem. However, this involves a certain witcher…

And All I've Learned of Love, is This by Hyrulehearts1123, Sageclover61

Lambert met Voltehre on his first day at a new school in October, and the thing that would always stick out to him was the hand that reached out to him, and never let go.

5 times Voltehre took Lambert's hand, and 1 time they never let go.

A Friendly Ghost by Cardhwion

When her father's life is threatened Ciri asks a friend for help. Even as it means dragging him onto a Midsummer Ball.

The Work of the Sun by Cardhwion

A long drought is plaguing Nilfgaard and the Lord Chancellor suggest an ancient rite to the Emperor, hoping to end the dry years.

[identity-404]

🌹Role play hunt🌹

Hello my lovelies!

I am often in the hunt for a good Roleplay from this fandom though I have had no luck on amino and all the old random chat sites are down. So here I am on Tumblr!

A few quick RP Rules:

• I only RP with those 18+

• Please be at least Semi lit. Though I prefer Lit to advance lit and paragraphs

• Don't control my character/muse

That's it I think...

So on to what I'm looking for! I am looking for an Eskel or Geralt Role-player for the ships Jaskel and Geraskier! I am open to cannon world storylines and aus!

Message me if interested in the plot below or just a Roleplay in general!

(under the cut is my most recent RP idea)

As of right now I am looking for a partner for a modern au that I already have a starter for! Here is a brief description of the plot.

Modern Teacher Au: Jaskier (25) is a Trust fund kid who moves in next door to you with his friend Priscilla. Over the last few days of the summer holidays your new neighbour comes across as an absolute hot mess. When the first day of the new school year starts you bump into the school's new music teacher, who just happens to also be your neighbour.

The starter takes place on the day they meet in school, your muse can have any opinion on Jaskier from the days leading up to them meeting. I think it's nice for them to have a little backstory together.

[crowfeatherwolf]

Ok, totally unhinged idea, but Sound of Music AU for Witcher.

Technically Vesemir should be the dad, so that it can go from Geralt to Ciri as the kids, but then you need either an OC or obscure ship.

So. Geralt as the military potentially PTSD father with his horde of wild children down to little chaos Ciri. And he hires Oxford trained music teacher Jaskier to help teach. Jaskier can either have been given up by his family or disinherited to have that fun “the poor didn’t want these” line.

Someone else has probably had this idea but this was my current shower thought

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier had always been a musical prodigy, able to master any instrument within an hour. As a child in Lettenhove, his parents often paraded him around to showcase his talents. Though Jaskier enjoyed performing, he resented his parents' attempts to leverage his talent for marriage prospects.

In Oxenfurt, Jaskier's teachers adored him. But he grew tired of playing the same old songs, craving creative freedom. Jaskier excelled in all subjects, not just music, and he disliked being exploited for others' gain.

Given these dynamics, many were surprised and disappointed when Jaskier became a wandering bard.

But Geralt was different. He had no agenda, allowing Jaskier to play as he pleased. This lack of pressure made Jaskier's music enjoyable again, and singing for Geralt became a pleasure.

[thelostgirl21]

I know, I've noticed your tags, and I've never shipped the actors together, nor was my comment intended to imply that they should become romantically involved IRL.

I was very careful to write "the way he plays Radovid made Jaskier genuinely laugh, and all Joey had to do to play that relationship with him was get into character, and let Hugh do all the work of making Jaskier become utterly smitten with Radovid…" to make it 100% clear that whatever is romantically happening on screen remains between their characters, not themselves.

But these two artists are obviously huge fans of each other's work, approach to acting, the way they portray their characters, and the relationships between their characters.

Actors can be huge "shippers" of their own characters' romance (I'm looking at you, Matthew Daddario!) and start fanboying rather hard about that ship themselves.

Judging by their interviews, Joey, especially, seem very excited re: the direction Jaskier and Radovid's romance is going, and the two of them appear grateful that they found the acting partner to portray that relationship with that they did.

I get that way when I talk about my (belly)dance partners. Some of them are absolutely amazing, and Marielle and I - especially - discovered that we tend to pay attention to the same musical elements of a song, so I tend to be able to move with her in a way that is more synchronized than anyone else.

I also get this kind of deep connection and awareness of each other's bodies and position on stage that I don't typically get with others (I often feel like I'm paying more attention to their movements than they are listening to mine); to the point where we can anticipate each other's movements and support each other throughout our dance.

We've got tons of chemistry on stage (and off stage), and she's also a wonderful friend IRL. We share many of the same passions. I found out, early in our friendship, that she grew up with parrots like I did (so, she became the godmother of my parrot, and the person I would trust him the most with), and she's be absolutely great in a lift, too, because being stuck with her in a small closed off space for 24 hours would be totally fine!

Well, we might get hungry and need to pee at some point, but otherwise, yeah. It wouldn't feel like 24 hours and we'd probably still have things to tell each other when the doors finally opened!

And when you get that connection with someone - especially a creative one - you can easily get lost into your own world and interests when there are others around.

We've had our dance teacher/troupe leader threaten to separate the two of us in class and during rehearsals, at times (mostly humorously), because we just start bouncing ideas off each other, suggesting new elements to the costumes or group performances, etc.

And the way that Joey and Hugh have been talking about their own experience working together, and complimenting each other, etc., makes you wonder what would happen if you just put them in the same room together and allowed them to directly start talking about about their characters and those characters' relationship on screen together.

Rather than, you know, collecting their opinions individually.

Because if you put Marielle and I in the same room, and let us talk about that "Requiem for a Harlequin" (inspired from the "Poets of the Fall" videoclip) project we're currently working on - where we'll be dancing with a pair of fanveils, and an umbrella (I've never attempted choreographing anything with an umbrella, so I'm really excited about that!) - the ideas we've had for costumes, the inspiration for some of our movement combinations, etc.

We'll likely wind up forgetting you exist, and get sucked into our own shared creative "happy place", totally engrossed into our own crazy world of ideas!

And I'm not insulted that people enjoy poking fun at us re: the way the world just appears to stop existing when you let us sit together somewhere, because we really do get pretty intense about it, and the chemistry is real!

Chemistry is about two people whose brains seem to immediately connect, and the communication between them flow effortlessly in a way that is noticeable for people outside as well, as soon as you put them together in the same room.

You can sometimes feel it, even when one of them is missing, just by the way the other person speaks about their friend/artistic partner.

But, just because the chemistry between two actors is used to portray romance on screen, doesn't mean that the chemistry between them IRL would have to translate as anything romantic.

Hence why I added the word interpersonal chemistry in the way I phrased it.

And this was pretty much a "crack theory" (yours is the serious and likely accurate one) meant to highlight how adorable and wholesome the way Joey and Hugh are literally gushing about each other's talent, support, kindness, etc., all the time is (especially as it reminds me of some of my own friendships with people I share artistic endeavors with).

So yeah, maybe I do "ship them" a bit. Same way I ship myself with Marielle, and Julie, and Isabelle, and Mélissa, and some of the other wonderful girls that are a part of my dance tribe, and I am lucky enough to share a stage with from time to time.

But I really don't think that Joey and Hugh should "fall in love" with each other just because their characters do! That's not at all what I was implying here, and I'm a bit troubled if this is what it came across as...

It’s a shame there is no interview with Joey Batey and Hugh Skinner together? At least all the interview gifs I saw have them separate:/

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

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the boys get high together - fluff ensues

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tw: drug use, drug mention, it’s just weed tho

thank you @anxiousbard for the inspiring conversation <3 love you

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“Wanna go out tonight?” Jaskier asks, glancing towards his roommate. Geralt is sprawled along the length of their shared IKEA futon, one elbow propped up to support his head where it leans against his hand. The curtain of his white hair shakes back and forth as he gives Jaskier a silent ‘no’.

“New scary moves on Netflix,” is all the older man offers in consolation. 

“Oh! Which ones?” Jaskier inquires, coming around the side of the futon to sit on the wooden arm-support. “I’m a sucker for the bad shit.”

“Friday the 13th, all the originals,” Geralt lists. “Halloween I and Halloween II. I think there were also some sci-fi movies and some paranormal stuff. Oh, and Hellraiser.”

“All the Hellraiser movies or just the first one?”

“Uh...the first six, it looks like,” his roomie answers, scrolling down the list with the remote. “Oh fuck they even have the straight-to-DVD one from like 2005 on here.”

“Damn,” Jaskier slides onto the couch beside Geralt, his plans to leave the apartment totally forgotten in the face of shitty horror movies. “Let me put on some pajama pants and make some popcorn so we can watch this beautiful disaster together.”

“Have you seen it?” Geralt asks, glancing up at Jaskier. 

“No, but it was a horror movie made in 2005 and the description includes the word cyber so I’m already lowering my expectations,” the music teacher states, standing and stretching. “Be right back, darling.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier dips from the room and when he returns he’s wearing a pair of bright pink Tinkerbell-print pajama shorts (the ones he had proudly brought home from a Jo-Anne Fabric’s “Basics of Sewing” class) and carrying an unfamiliar wooden box.

“What’s that?” Geralt asks, pointing. The younger man blushes and shrugs. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind if I smoked a little before we watched the movie? You’re welcome to join me, of course.”

Jaskier had been offering to get his freakishly gorgeous roommate and ill-begotten crush high for months now, ever since it had been legalized, but Geralt just didn’t seem that interested. Tonight, however, the snowy head nods in affirmation. “Never tried it before. Nothing to do tomorrow. Might as well, if that’s cool?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m happy to smoke you down.”

So Jaskier packs his favorite, fanciest pipe and teaches Geralt how to inhale. He also watches him nearly die after his first big hit. The young music teacher laughs and claps his friend on the shoulder firmly, stating: “You’ve gotta cough to get off!”

Geralt’s face goes even pinker than it was after his coughing-fit recovery. “Wh-What?”

“If you want to get high really fast then you have to take fat rips,” Jaskier explains, puffing on the long, curved pipe like he’s Sherlock motherfucking Holmes. “You must cough, therefore, to getteth off.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Geralt mutters. But his posture is already more relaxed and his tone is already more playful. Oh yes, Jaskier thinks, emptying the ash and packing it up again. This is going to be a great night.

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“What the fuck is this kid doing?” Geralt wheezes, tears streaming down his face as he bursts out into another loud peal of laughter. The ‘joth’ (goth jock) on screen, Mike, is experiencing perhaps the worst make-out session in the history of cinematography and neither man can keep it together on the futon. “Wh-Wh-Why!?”

“I couldn’t honestly tell you,” Jaskier replies, giggling madly. He reaches forward and picks up the pipe. He’s about to take another hit when Geralt stops him. “You wanna go first?”

“No,” Geralt says, still smiling goofily. “I just wanted to tell you that I like you.”

“Huh?”

“I like you.”

“And you chose this moment, as we smoke weed on our shitty couch and watch a young and underpaid actor say ‘rawr’ in all seriousness, to tell me that you like me?”

Geralt tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy and Jaskier’s heart goes to mush in his chest. “Yes? Did I do it wrong?”

“No,” Jaskier smiles, leaning closer to his roommate. “I like you too, by the way.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Geralt sighs. He tosses one of his tree-branch sized arms around Jaskier’s waist, hauling the younger man up the length of the futon and into his lap. He nuzzles down against the top of Jaskier’s head and squeezes the surprised music teacher into a tight hug. “Let’s be boyfriends.”

It’s all moving incredibly fast but Jaskier understands. Geralt is an ‘all or nothing’ kind of guy and he’d needed the high to lose his fear of failure. He’d needed Jaskier to get to Jaskier. How adorable.

“Okay. Will you remember all of this when you’re sober?”

“Mhm. Just...nervous.”

“You thought I’d want to move out?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I’m not moving out now,” Jaskier says. “I live with my insanely hot boyfriend.”

“Insanely hot?” Geralt blushes. On the screen, Mike is being impaled. Jaskier ignores it completely, brushing noses with his newly-minted boyfriend instead. “You really think so?”

“Oh yeah,” Jaskier nods, relaxing into Geralt’s strong arms. “Now, let’s finish this horrible movie, shall we?”

“Mhm. I hope there’s a shitty twist ending.”

“Oh babe,” the blue-eyed man agrees, “Me too.”

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[lovelyrita1967]

Teacher AU Geraskier Fic

Jaskier is a music teacher and Geralt is the hot new chem teacher. Jaskier tries not to be a complete idiot in front of him and mostly fails.  You can read it on AO3

“Oh, hey,” Triss added, turning back from the door. “Did you see the new Chem teacher today?”

Jaskier frowned. “No, I didn’t. What’s his name… Gerald?”

“Geralt. Geralt Rivia. And damn. Jask. Just wait till you see him.”

Jaskier shrugged, feeling rather unimpressed. I mean, how hot could a chemistry teacher really be?

Turns out, pretty fucking hot.

[daddiel-ish]

Okay i saw my Guitar teacher for the first time after all this virus thing, okay? And we caught up we each other stuff and so on and then he asked me “What did you do during quarantine?” and, while i was tuning my guitar, i answered “I sewed an entire bard costume and began to built a lute just for fun” I swear he was so done with my shit already and we were just 10 minutes into our 1 hour session