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Eskel in books, Eskel in games and Eskel in the Netflix show are not completely different. They have one thing in common: being hot af
the most unrealistic thing about witcher universe is that every sorceress wants Geralt so badly when thERE IS A PERFECTLY GOOD ESKEL, RIGHT THERE
Iorweth, Eskel, Garrus, I might have a thing for men without half of the face
Finally finishing blood and wine so I can start writing my thesis... so I'm gonna write a few horny fics about eskel first cause no one is gonna stop me
Headcanon: it's not that Eskel is unsuccessful with the ladies, it's that he is extremely respectful and just as oblivious, so he just doesn't notice when someone is attracted to him and he doesn't make first move cause he wouldn't want to make anyone uncomfortable
Not to be dramatic but I'd let this man ruin my life and then thank him for it
"that's not what a hate crime is-" "WELL I HATED IT"
I'm gonna say this now and never again: killing Eskel was a hate crime
Witcher trivia: when a witcher touches you it sends vibrations/tingles through your body. Also Triss found out that vibrations from Eskel are much stronger than from Geralt
Prompt 71
The other witchers at Kaer Morhen have always grown tired of Geralt's random moodswings and bouts of gloom and grumpiness during the winter. He'd be happy and carefree, safe in his home, and then some dark thought would crest in his mind, and for a few days straight, he'd be in a horrible mood. When one year he brings his bard with him, they realize the moodswings have disappeared completely. That is, until Jaskier starts trying to "bond" with them all and spends less time with Geralt. Then all of a sudden the snarls and snaps from Geralt are back. One day, Lambert gets tired of Geralt's sass, and shoves Jaskier at him, and they're all amazed when Geralt loses his bad mood and instead chooses to carry his bard off to cuddle in front of the fireplace. Nuzzling him and purring the whole time. Thus commences a new rule of Kaer Morhen. If you spot Geralt being pissy, you chuck the bard at him. Jaskier has been taken away from a meal, a game of gwent, his chores, his bed while asleep, and one especially embarrassing time he was taken from a bath. Jaskier is quite alright with the new rule, as it always ends in deligthtful Geralt cuddles, but sometimes he wishes Geralt would just find Jaskier instead of moping when he misses him.
Eskel noted Geralt’s scent on the crossroads. There wasn’t a lot of overlap in their paths (with so few witchers left, the priority was to cover as much ground as possible, not seek company), but Eskel had chased a creature much farther west than he usually went.
After a long, difficult hunt, Eskel decided he deserved to spend a night in his brother’s company.
Only, as he’s following Geralt’s scent trail, he hears an unfamiliar voice. The voice is in the same direction as Geralt’s scent. But Geralt didn’t take people on hunts, did he?
Eskel finds the source of the voice at what could only be Geralt’s camp. A man in a multi-colored, unbuttoned doublet is cooing and chatting at Roach. Who, amazingly, tolerates the noise. She’s also letting the man braid her mane.
What the fuck?
Scorpion, having recognized Roach, announced their presence with a neigh. The noise startled the colorful man. The man spun on his heel, fumbling to pull out a knife at his waist.
That knife…that was a Kaer Morhen blade!
Upon getting a good look at Eskel, the colorful man relaxed and sheathed his blade.
“You witchers, always sneaking up on poor bards. I swear, one of you shall startle me into a heart attack one day.”
Though he griped, the colorful man looked cheerful as he approached and held out his hand.
“Jaskier the bard, master of the seven liberal arts, at your service. Who might you be, sir Witcher?”
He was baffled by the man’s sunny, fearless attitude, but he took the hand, saying, “Eskel of the wolf school.”
“How delightful! Do you know Geralt?”
“We consider each other brothers.”
“And yet he never mentioned you. That man,” Jaskier tsked, “He never tells me anything!
“If it’s any consolation, he doesn’t tell us much either.”
Jaskier went on to tell Eskel that Geralt was out hunting and would be back soon. The bard invited Eskel to make himself at home and join him by the fire. They simply must become acquainted!
As Jaskier went on, Eskel got a good whiff of his scent. It was familiar to him. It was something that hung on Geralt when he returned from the path. Not to mention, Geralt’s scent was all over this man.
Given all of these signs, Eskel could only come to one conclusion: this was Geralt’s secret lover. The only thing that could make it more obvious would be if they exchanged medallions, which was impossible because this man wasn’t a witcher.
Eskel wasn’t surprised that Geralt kept his lover a secret. He had always been a bit territorial. And getting personal details out of Geralt was like trying to pry an alligator’s mouth open.
How lucky he was to encounter Jaskier! They could fill each other in on the details Geralt was needlessly stingy with.
I'm a huge sucker for witchers-meeting-jaskier fics, especially when they come to the conclusion that Geralt is in love with his bard (because he is!) I love this, I love this, I love this!
the witcher fandom collectively agrees that twn killing off eskel is unforgivable and just awful in general, but I don't think we complain enough about the fact that geralt, who doesn't have many people who he loves and trusts, who has to live a long life killing monsters and getting insults and garbage and stones thrown at him, who's miserable and emotionally closed off 98% of the time, had to kill one of his brothers, one of his closest friends who understood him since they're both witchers, who he very clearly loved very much, especially visible in the show, the way he REACTED when eskel came through the door. they were so sick for that. so sick.
Continuing with sleepy witchers theme... many of us had an experience of falling asleep in one place and waking up in another as a kid
Me: Alright time to study, gotta shift over to finals mode..
My brain: Ah yes, right. Eskel-drawing mode
Me: No wait that’s not what I meant-
My brain: IT’S ESKEL-LOVING HOURS