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Tol Aiden, Eskel (getting real tired of shit) and another ordinary day in a Witcher’s life..

(So I just realised 😅 I flipped it while painting and then left it as is 🙃 I’m not dealing with this 😆)

more girls need horns. demon horns, satyr horns, lil antlers, whatever. this post is self-explanatory

Eskel is a Daddy’s boy. Papa Vesemir’s poor old heart is so glad that his biggest puppy still likes hugs and cuddles from Dad ❤️

Eskel loves his dad!! Do you know how many times Vesemir, that old toot, had to catch Kel? That mountain of a man??? They have so many inside jokes together, too. Lamb and GG give each other questioning side glanced while V and Eskel are silently loosing it at the other end of the table.

Oh my gosh, Vesemir being shorter than his sons but being happy about it because they are very strong and healthy Wolf boys ❤️ I wonder if he ever measured them against the doorframe and still has all of the marks labeled with their names and ages. Something to remind him of how small they used to be and how much they’ve grown. Also yes he’s shorter than his boys but he can still lift them all with no problem probably XD

What a wonderful idea, the wolf boys as kids use to race him to said doorframe. Lambert always stood on his toes, and Geralt and Eskel had a competition on who would grow taller.

Vesemir being shorter than them doesn’t change anything, he very easily picks up his boys. He can use it to have fun or use it against them, thinking of Vesemir going after one of the boys legs and either they’re laughing or never expected the world to turn so fast.

Geralt: I think Eskel is talking to himself...

Eskel: I am. It’s the only way I can have an intelligent conversation.

When someone says it'd be cool if wolves ate your dead body:

Picture this, a casual gathering with geralt and all of his friends, dancing, music, food, alcohol, gambling, the whole shebang.

Geralt and Yen are dancing casually, sorta just basking in the environment. Yen looks at Geralt- hes staring at something over her shoulder, she turns around-

BAM Eskel and Lambert going HAM in the middle of the dance floor.

Are they dancing with eachother or are they trying to outdance the other? No one knows, all anyone knows is that they're using their witcher stamina to the fullest, busting out the most extra dance moves anyone had ever seen

Anon, I hope you know that this made me choke on my spicy chicken and rice. I’ve been giggling and drawing this for the past hour—

I’m currently without power in this Texas snow storm, and very bored. So let’s make ideas together!!

Either anything you can think of for whoever character, or here’s a prompt we can go off of! Let’s have it be a road trip au with Geralt, Lambert, Jaskier and Eskel. Let’s figure out what they do for jobs and where they go, road stories to tell and laugh at, moments in storms, times were one won’t talk to another and the other two awkwardly have to fill the silence. I’m down to hear anything!

So there are things Eskel won’t do due to morals right? And things he will do to easy everyone’s nerves, what are somethings Eskel will do but knows he’s not suppose to? An example is like, Eskel isn’t suppose to disturb Lambs afternoon nap because he knows LB will be cranky for the rest of the day but that doesn’t stop his ass from causing reckless behaviour. Thoughts?

As nice and sweet and ethical as Eskel is, he’s still a petty bitch. If he wants to get back at this lil greasy fucking bitch boy, he’ll do it nO hesitation.

[chaos ensues]

Eskel’s the only one who packed enough snacks. He’s also driving, because it’s his truck and no one drives his truck but him. Lambert lost the rock-paper-scissors for shotgun so he’s in the back. With the snacks. Eskel hears a crunch and starts YELLING but he can’t DO anything bc they have to make time and can’t stop the car for him to beat up the motherfucker in the back eating all his chips.

Lambert: *starts to eat Eskel snacks*

Eskel: that better not be my can of Pringle’s

Lambert: *chews faster*

I honestly think that doesn’t hold him back, he’d probably get whoever’s in the passenger seat to hold the wheel for a second while he beats Lambert’s ass in the back seat. Should’ve listened to Eskel’s warning when they started the ride, and if he’s really hungry, he can have this knuckle sandwich Eskel’s got waiting for him.

happy holidays!! my @thewitchersecretsanta gift for @lohrendrell - royalty AU geralt/eskel :’) i hope you like it!!!

What if things would have worked out with Deidre? What if Eskel had claimed her straight away and brought her back to Kaer Morhen to raise her? No Black Sun curse nonsense. No mages trying to kill her. No heartbreak. Nothing like that. Could you imagine Eskel being a father? Having a healthy, loving relationship with his daughter?

I absolutely think he’d be a great father. I see post all around saying how polite, loose and fun Eskel seems to be, books and games included. I think he’d make a great dad.

I also believe somewhere deep inside him, he still wants to be. It’s tiny now, not so much of a desire as before but I bet he thinks about what it would’ve been like.

He sees Geralt with Ciri and he’s just filled with this warmth after being cold for a long time. Maybe Geralt would go to him on nights he’s really scared, or he doesn’t know what to do, Eskel knows what that feels like, listens to him, holds him and tells him that the more time passes, the less scary it seems.

Geralt’s favourite place to kiss Eskel is on the back of the neck. It’s a vulnerable spot that no one else gets to touch, always covered by the collar of his gambeson or his thick mop of hair. Gentle, pale lips touch bronze skin whenever Eskel’s bent over a task, focused and distant. Geralt takes a deep breath of warm scent; clean sweat, woodsmoke, leather and something deeper. Eskel.  

 It’s easy to get Eskel to tilt into it; Geralt cradles his broad jaw in the palm of his hand, thumb stroking over the rough ridges of his scars. He noses black hair aside, and kisses slowly, passionately, until Eskel melts against him with a contented rumble, amber eyes lidded. His skin prickles with delight, and Geralt can feel the soft sighs of bliss puff over his fingers.

 It’s their secret. A phrase in the private language they’ve shared for decades. Yet another way to say, “I love you.”

(totally not projecting) but Eskel being so used to not having a companion that he can't stand touch? like, in Kaer Morden physical affection amongst the younger witchers but not so much the adults.

Eskel spends so much time alone on the path that he gets used to not have touch, especially when as a witcher his senses are more sensitive and as the other witchers completed their transformations they didn't want affection from Eskel in the same way. And so when other witchers now - namely school of the wolf ones - try to initiate contact its Eskel having to reject them.

And it's not that Eskel doesn't want the affection - he does its almost a need after so long - but can't make himself do it, it's like a skin irritant.

😌 💕 i feel so loved, thank youu

and might I say, you have a Very Big Brain

also 👉👈 Im sorry for the weird ask format bc uh somehow I deleted the original draft but was able to screenshot the ask bc.. long story, ANYWAYS

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A/N: this will be slightly divergent from my previous baby!Lamb fics. (But only because I briefly mentioned Geralt in my last one)

A/N 2.0: im gonna start doing page breaks for my fics bc it’ll be easier organization

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I’m working on a longer fic at the moment but I needed a break so here’s some soft comfort

summary: Eskel and Geralt discover that Lambert likes to wear dresses, modern au

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All the brothers had keys to each other’s apartments. It was common practice to pop over every so often to share a beer, buy takeout, and watch shitty B movies, especially when one of them was having a bad day. That was how Geralt and Eskel found themselves at Lambert’s door. Aiden’s car was missing; he was probably still at work which meant that Lambert was home alone, probably sulking. The garage, more specifically his manager, had been a right asshole all week but today’s behavior led to the brothers getting an angry text that just read “I’M QUITTING” before Lambert stopped answering his phone. They knew he wouldn’t quit; he loved the garage, loved his customers, and he had a soft spot for it since it was where he first met Aiden when the man had crashed his bike and needed repairs. Lambert wouldn’t leave, but he would be in a foul mood all night if they let him to it. Of course it was time to intervene.

Eskel unlocked the door and they let themselves in. They’d brought beer for Eskel and Lambert, rum for Geralt (who was famously quoted as saying beer tasted like “feet” when he was drunk, something they never let him live down). Geralt had a variety of Lambert’s favorite chinese food with him, and as they set everything down on the coffee table they heard scurrying from the bathroom. Like someone frantically running from one room to the next.

“Lambert? Get your ass out here, we’re having fun tonight!” Geralt called. The man emerged a moment later wrapped in a robe. 

“Why are you wearing Aiden’s robe?” Eskel questioned. 

“Cold,” Lambert sniffed. Both men arched an eyebrow at him; while it was true that Lambert always seemed to have trouble keeping himself warm, it was a blisteringly hot day and his AC was, for the third time that summer, broken. 

“Suuuure,” Geralt clicked his tongue. “Whatcha wearing under that robe?”

“Nothing!” Lambert almost looked angry, but they knew him well enough to see the embarrassment barely hidden beneath the surface. 

“C’mon Lambert, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Lambert seemed to consider that for a moment, hands twitching around the waist of the robe. “Okay…but if you laugh I swear to fuck I will end you both!”

His brothers nodded, and a second later Lambert dropped the robe dramatically to the ground, with more confidence than he seemed to be feeling. If they were expecting something ridiculous, they were only mildly disappointed to find that that wasn’t the case. Lambert stood before them in a mid-thigh length dress, black lace overlapping creamy satin fabric. The dress was form-fitting, scope-necked, and the slightly looser sleeves fell off his shoulders, softening the muscles there. 

“It was a joke,” he said quickly. “Aiden wanted to film one of those ridiculous tik-tack thingies and I needed to make sure it fit.” Both men knew that he was lying, but they figured they’d bring him along slowly.

“If this is Aiden’s idea of a joke, he may need to rethink his design. I don’t see a joke in front of me,” Eskel smiled softly. 

“Actually,” Lambert muttered, looking guilty. “It…it wasn’t Aiden’s idea. I, um…”

“You like it,” Geralt finished helpfully. “And you should. Looks good on you.”

Lambert visibly relaxed, body releasing all of that built up tension. “So you don’t mind then? That I- that I like this sort of thing?”

“Of course not.” Eskel started rummaging through one of the bags and pulled out a beer. “Come on, these are getting cold. Join us!”

Hesitantly Lambert grabbed the beer, popped the cap and took a few big gulps. His brothers started to unpack the food, making no attempt to ogle him or question why he wasn’t going to remove the dress. So he just didn’t. He sat next to them, dress and all, and put on The Velocipastor.

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Geralt, looking at Eskel in W3: Well... you've rounded out a bit... Still got some of last winter's blubber on you.

Everyone: Eskel has a secret lover on the Path.

Me: Eskel has an army of little old ladies who adore him, because he's polite, kind and does everything he can to help out.

He takes their contracts. They vary from tending to the herb garden, collecting their medicine from the apothecary a town over and rescuing Mr Tibbles from a nekker. Everything a grandson might do. Most of them have lost their grandchildren to plague, famine and war.

In return, they feed him pie, knit him glove inserts and socks, and send him away with food parcels (and a lot of juicy gossip). He's given up trying to refuse their food, because he knows it empowers them to pay him in the only way they can.

Shout out to @tsukiwolf42 who imagined the ol' gals dragging big, burly Eskel in by the ear for something to eat because he looked a little too thin, and LaMadameMeduse on Twitter who suggested he loves the gossip and the socks always match his gambeson.

“Stop Following me.”

“Hey, go on, shoo!” He toed gently at the little goat, hoping to dissuade it from trailing behind him. Scorpion was getting anxious, and the last thing he needed was an edgy horse heading into dense forest. A loud bleat was all he got in reply as little hooves scampered back to him. It was just… standing there. It wasn’t looking at him, didn’t seem to want anything it just… stood there. He could feel the heat of the little furry body against his calf. Gotta find you a safe home, little guy. 

Eskel looked back at the road behind him. He hadn’t come far from the last village. Must’ve followed from there. He sighed and scooped up the kid.

“Come on. Back. You can’t come with me.” 

The last thing he needed was another living thing dependent on him for survival. It never ended well. It would just leave Eskel with the hollow ache of a dead companion (if only he’d been more careful, been better, smarter, tried harder) and one more reminder that generosity and the Path didn’t fit together. All that aside, Eskel didn’t have time to spare wrangling a chaotic baby goat. He was due in White Orchard in less than a week. With Scorpion, he could make good time, but neither of them could afford distraction.

The first three times he deposited the goat back with what he assumed to be its herd, he barely managed twenty paces before he heard the thud of small cloven hooves behind him. The fourth time, he set it in a thicket and waited for it to start nibbling before he mounted Scorpion and bolted, taking off at a full gallop until he reached the forest. 

With dusk slowly giving way to darkness, Eskel lit a fire, satisfied that he’d left the animal with a village where it can do some good—produce some meat eventually, maybe milk. He thought back, trying to remember whether it had been male or female—female, he was pretty sure. He laughed bitterly, “Ladies always giving me trouble. In’t that right, Scorpion.” The horse whickered sympathetically and Eskel gave him a hearty thump on his flank. 

It took Eskel a while to relax as he lay on his bedroll, staring at the eerie moonlight filtering through the branches above him. He always thought moonlight was underrated. Even as he watched the moon track across the velvet darkness behind it, he kept having to remind certain muscle groups to let go: jaw, forearms, diaphragm… something in his hips was holding onto something, winding insidiously around his femurs and up through his middle. He rubbed his face, “Come on, let it go. The fucking goat is fine. Just…” He pushed the held breath out of his lungs and let his lung pressure rebalance itself as he traced his thighs with his hands, coaxing his body back from worry. 

Finally, he slept.

An hour after dawn, Eskel blinked awake and had to rub his eyes for a second take. He had to be dreaming. He craned his head to better see down the length of his body and sure enough, the little stinker is nibbling on some grass ten feet away by the foot of his bedroll. Instead of exasperation, Eskel was becoming curious about this little goat’s seeming infatuation with him. “Where’d you come from, anyway?”—I mean, if the goat was there, he may as well try and get some sense out of it while he figured out what to do with it—“And why me? Hmm? Do you want me to help you? Do—do you think I’m your mother? …Jesus I’ve been travelling alone too much.” He sighed and watched as the critter looked up at him with a mouthful of sweet fern. 

“Well… If you’re sticking around there’s a few things you need to know. If I say run, you run. Don’t get tangled up in my sword—if you hear steel or silver, keep back. Understand? If I say stay, you stay, and if you have any doubts, just follow Scorpion’s lead. He knows my patterns by now. Finally: Do Not wander off. You’re either with me or you’re not. So… last chance to change your mind.”

That winter, Eskel returned to Kaer Morhen with a goat, and nobody asked any questions.

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Inspired by this picture drawn by the talented @pressedinthepages​

ko-fi request for @thevalesofanduin. they asked for eskel or jaskier and i picked eskel. i’ve been really into drawing him lately and this one was a lot of fun to draw for all that it’s not a complicated pose or anything like that. maybe it’s because i kept picturing different scenarios for what was happening off-screen for him to be making that face.