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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 😆)

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Courtesy of The Continent Cake Shop (again). This one is for @airy-awry , who drew a beautiful (enormous!) Aiden, and for @lookoutrogue, who said please. 

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They’d spent years teasing Lambert about being the smallest wolf. They called him little, baby, and on his drunkest night Eskel even managed to wrap him in a blanket to rock him. 

It had been funny to them. Lambert argued and would spit and fight, but without much heat. The lines were clearly drawn, however. Aside from typical sparring maneuvers you could not pick Lambert up. 

All in all he was only barely smaller than Geralt- and Eskel’s big barrel chest was enormous by any standards. 

But they watched as Lambert and Ciri grew close, two gremlins intent on mayhem and mischief. They were the best of friends, and more than once as Ciri grew, Lambert taught her grappling moves that had her easily using her father’s and Eskel’s size and momentum against them, crashing to the floor beneath the slip of a girl with a feral grin.

It was Vesemir who finally figured out that Lambert had learned from a Cat. It only seemed sensible that the little wolf would have a little cat. 

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

This is for @maythefandomsbwithu btw. I’m thinking of this headcanon for modern Geralt/Jaskier, and Jask is taking new adhd medication, and if you know anything about it, it’s either going to work or it will not work. A hit or miss kinda thing. Anywho, after a while of being on schedule, an everyday thing, Geralt begins to notice... things.

Jaskier has stopped humming and singing around the house. Everybody gets busy yeah, but while cooking, or cleaning, or bouncing around, or work, it’s silent. That’s just the first thing.

Next, Jaskier’s movements have slowen to a stop. His back is curled in on himself, he sits to himself, his step are gentle, he never bounces around Geralt anymore..

And after Jaskier’s lost of appetite and not coming out of his room, Geralt begins to just slightly panic. When he goes inside, he always just sees a sad burrito Jaskier and every time he tries to get him to talk, to play something, he gives tired eyes back instead of those bright ones Geralt has fallen in love with.

It was hard, trying to find out what it was and stay steady. Geralt got Jaskier to eat with a little bit of stubbornness and stern talking, but getting him to leave the room without carrying him out was a hard one. He had talked to everybody too, Eskel and Lambert came over once a week with groceries, Ciri also came over for game nights and sleepovers. Even Yen and Triss dropped by, and gave him a plant. He remembers Triss talking to Jaskier who was curled up, telling him “not only will you take care of it, but it will take care of you”. That was a hard day.

When Jaskier’s next appointment came around, Geralt had written down questions to ask. Both he and Jaskier sat together through it, Geralt holding his hand to calm his own nerve, thumbs sliding over knuckles on a hand that would barely clench back. Luckily, the doctor explained it could be a side effect of the new medication, and that they would be willing to change out the prescription. Geralt gives Jaskier side eyes, because it wasn’t his choose, but that limp hand in his tightened, just a little bit.

After two weeks of slowly coming off the meds and starting the new one, both Jaskier and Geralt enjoyed a night out together, seeing and counting how many dogs they saw with little coats on, and feeding ducks too.

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

• General

• Fluff

• Lambert, Eskel, and Geralt

• Wolf Pup Shenanigans

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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.