#eskel fandom

[islenthatur]

So we all know the stories where Jaskier collects Witchers like dnd players and dice, how could he not!? And we all know that the ones where Witchers collect Jaskiers friendship too.

But honestly, I just want a fic where the Witchers mounts and lil bleater just collect the noisy-colourful-being-withsnacks...

Animals are smart okay, the horses talk to eachother because how else would they get civilised conversation and of course they'd brag about who carried the heaviest for longest, how many times their stupid people got hurt...

Roach starts off complaining about the noisy-being that followed them one day that just never stopped making noises or trying to pet her. The years pass and the complaints turn into fondess and she comes home more full and cared for than she had in a long time and her witcher does too.

The others, Scorpion, horse, lil bleater all want to meet the human, try to ease their own witchers burdens and just... does.

Jaskier is away from geralt for a competition, and suddenly, he has a very insistent goat bleating at him, pushing him off the road towards Eskel who was injured.

It just goes on from there... Lambert's mount Horse finds him, lips at the pants roach knew held sugar cubes and both Lambert and Jaskier stare at eachother awkwardly while he feeds horse the cubes.

Word travels between the mounts, a hawk that was a familiar to a Griffin flys down and rests on Jaskiers lute while playing, scaring the fuck out of him but shows him to another injured witcher.

Then the mountain happens

Roach loses her horse mind in anger at her Witcher, there would be no more soft songs, no more flowers in her main or apples, her Noisy-foal gone...

The animals revolt, it's a hard season for all witchers and when Geralt gets back after Cintra and Jaskier is with him the animals just go absolutely ballistic in joy and surround him

All the witchers are just watching with the most adorable wtf faces ever.

#roach loves jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geralt of rivia #jaskier #jaskier/geralt #lil bleater #kaer morons #eskel #lambert #the witchers love jaskier #witcher animals love jaskier #the witcher fandom #fanfiction #geraskier

[slumberingcorpse]

Imagine if instead of cats being terrified of witchers, they instead loved witchers? I can just picture Lambert just walking into a town with an army of cats that he’s gathered just to cause utter chaos. (Yes, he has tried to train all of his cats to attack people he doesn’t like. He gave up after a week). Every time, Eskel sleeps in a barn or stables he wakes up with a whole colony of stray cats sleeping on him causing him to often get up late since he doesn’t want to disturb their sleep. He also makes sure to feed them any chance he gets. Geralt would constantly lose his mind during hunts since kittens will start to pop out of nowhere wanting attention and he will have to kill monsters while protecting each cat. As for Vesemir, he busies himself with building cat trees for all the cats that wander into Kear Morhan and treat them as more of his children. He gave them all names and makes clothes, toys (Made with the purest of cat nip), and beds for all of them. Some of them even have small versions of the wolf medallions as collars.

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #ficlet #witcher #witcher geralt #witcher eskel #eskel my beloved #eskel #eskel witcher #lambert #witcher lambert #papa vesemir #vesemir #the witcher fandom #witcher fandom #witcher au

[justhereforeskel]

A gift for the lovely @ghostinthelibrarywrites for their donation to @fandomtrumpshate 💜🐺

Poor Dandelion, those hose aren't going to fit anymore

#eskel #geralt #lambert #tw3 fanart #fandom trumps hate 2023 #this was a super fun prompt #you know how much I love putting the boys in ridiculous outfits #my art

[definitely-not-iorveth]

the witcher + tumblr text posts

#i think i have a new hobby #shut up it's funny #the witcher #tw2 #tw3 #geralt of rivia #emiel regis #iorveth #vernon roche #yennefer #dandelion #eskel #lambert #witcher text posts #fandom text posts #rorveth #ioroche #regalt #my nonsense

[st-dionysus]

sorry if I'm misreading something here, did you indicate that witchers *like trans men* are valued for their masculine prowess at combat? because I bust some ass trying to get the fellas to come to the gym or the gun range or to the self defense club with me and it's almost fruitless. if your experience is different I'd love to know your secret lol

Eh. It's more like trans men are expected by cis women and in lesbian or otherwise queerfem spaces to be The Protector. We're supposed to be nonthreatening men until a Woman Or Femme is in need of rescuing - then we're supposed to be super macho and self-sacraficing and use our "male power/privilege" to step in and be the one who takes the literal physical hits. We have to be the chivalrous butch, the man who won't let anyone hurt you but will leave the second danger is gone and go back to standing against the wall and being silent.

And then you have other nations where trans men are in the draft, now that we're men -- we can be used as a weapon and a shield and another expendable asset, but we reap none of the frail benefits of the patriarchy that are allegedly granted because of the dangers that men are required to face.

The witchers are a group of men expected to put their lives on the line, to defend "The Weak" then get told to leave because they're weird, mutilated, scary, and inhuman. It feels a little close to home. Especially after having been a bouncer at a lesbian bar.

#saint speaks #saint speaks under the influence #answers #geralt z rivii #geralt of rivia #book geralt #game geralt #trans geralt #trans witcher #witcher #lambert #vesemir #eskel #fandom #transandrophobia

[hidden-misthios]

Something in the Orange (part 1)

Pairing: Lambert x female!sorceress!reader

Word count: 3 230

Summary: When Geralt of Rivia disappears, Jaskier has no choice but to ask his best friend for help. Although struggling with her own issues, Y/N agrees and they join Vesemir and the others in Kaer Morhen. The search might be difficult but not as difficult as the certain redheaded witcher who keeps challenging her. 

A/n: Just like my last Lambert fic, this one is going to be a mix of games, books and show. Excuse any grammar errors you find.

Find me.

Those were the only words Y/N heard in her dreams for last eight nights. She didn’t even see a person who kept repeating them and it was tiring.

A dark fortress surrounded by a veil of rain and brief flashes of thunder. Not a place she ever visited but Y/N had a feeling she knew the place like a palm of her own hand. As soon as she approached old wooden doors and opened them, the melody of the organ started playing in the distance, filling her ears. No matter how much she wandered around the castle, she could never find the person playing them nor the instrument itself. At some point, she would give up, but each time, the music would become louder and faster. Then, she would suddenly remember why she came here in the first place. She was looking for someone! But as soon as she tried to remember who it was, the world around her started to spin, making Y/N feel like she’s going to fall. She would close her eyes, trying to focus but nothing helped.

And then she would wake up.

In her bed at her own house, in middle of Novigrad.

She didn’t have time or energy to interpret her own dreams. As an oneiromancer, Y/N’s job was to read the future and past using the dreams of others. Her own had to wait for now.

                                                            ***

Corrine Tilly, Y/N’s mentor, was furious again. Y/N was late for fourth time this week and those dreams were the reason why. Y/N didn’t share them with Corrine yet but she owned her mentor explanation. That is, if Corrine doesn’t fire her.

“You know, if you don’t want to work for me anymore, you’re free to go. This is getting ridiculous.” Corrine said, crossing arms on her chests. Y/N closed the doors behind her and approached the brown-haired woman. Corrine was young sorceress who built quite a reputation for interpreting other people's dreams. Her customers were usually wealthy residents of Novigrad but every now and then someone from outside of city walls would show up and ask for her help.

Corrine lived off this money for seven years now and she could afford an apprentice. Y/N was quite lucky to learn from Corrine. She learned how to control the dreams better. Which, for some people proved harder, especially if they weren’t truthful at first.

“I’m sorry Corrine, I really am.” Y/N started. “But it’s not my fault.”

“No?” Corrine raised her eyebrows and starts slowly pacing around the customer room. This was the biggest room of the house and it was fully decorated to look and feel like a bedroom. There was a spacious bed full of pillows, big carpet, lots of candles and clary sage incense for customers to fall asleep easier.

“I-I…” Y/N tried to sort out her thoughts “I have dreams.” she said, fully aware that everyone else would find these words absurd but she knew her mentor. Corrine knew very well what those words meant.

“What kind?” woman asked in serious tone, sitting down on her chair and crossing her legs. That was her spot whenever she would interview the customer and Y/N couldn’t help but feel like one at the moment.

“Recurring.”

“For how long?”

“Eight nights.” Y/N answers.

“And you’re telling me this now?” Corrine asks. Y/N could swear she heard disappointment in her mentor’s voice.

“I didn’t want to bother you. I knew our schedule was full this week-”

“Y/N, you’re not just someone I’d squeeze into schedule. If you have any kind of problem, not just dream related…you can always count on me.” Corrine’s face softened.

Y/N was about to say something when the doorbell rang and they both turned to the doors. No one was supposed to arrive until noon. It was too early.

“I’m sorry, but we are not taking in any new customers right now-” Corrine stood up.

“Good thing I’m not new, then.” Jaskier’s head popped up through the door.

“Viscount. Come in.” Corrine smiles at the bard. Although Jaskier said he doesn’t care about his viscount title, Corrine was still addressing him as one.

Jaskier approaches her with a wide smile, theatrically leans down and kisses Corrine’s hand. Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes but still smiled a bit. She had to admit, her best friend knew his way around women.

“It’s nice to see you again, dear Corrine.” Jaskier speaks and then finally turns to Y/N.

“What brings you here?” Y/N asks. Usually, they would meet at Rosemary and Thyme, the cabaret that Jaskier himself owned. Before Y/N found Corrine, she worked there to help him out and in return Jaskier gave her a roof over her head.

“We need to talk.” Jaskier says completely serious this time. Corrine took that as her hint.

“I’m going out. If you need me, I’ll be at Triss’ place.” she says, throwing the dark blue cloak around her shoulders. They said their goodbyes and as soon as sorceress left, Jaskier moved closer to Y/N.

“Look at this.” he hands Y/N folded piece of paper. Y/N opens it. It was a letter, obviously written in distress or hurry.

Bard,

In light of recent events, I have no choice but to ask for your help. I cannot discuss the details in this letter but I assure you, if you still care about the White Wolf, you’re going to want to join us as soon as possible.

He’s missing.

P.S. Oh, and bring a sorceress along. I am aware you know quite a few.

V

Y/N looks back to Jaskier. This sounded odd. Jaskier took the letter back, looking at it like it might tell him more if he asked nicely.

“Who sent this?” Y/N asks. She figured that the White Wolf was Jaskier’s friend Geralt of Rivia, the witcher she had only seen once. But the V on the bottom of the page wasn’t giving any clues.

“It’s probably Vesemir, Geralt’s mentor.” Jaskier said, folding the letter.

“Why does the witcher need your help? What are you going to do? Sing them your latest hits until they figure out where Geralt is?” Y/N asks, raising her eyebrows. Jaskier give her an annoyed look.

“Very funny. Also no, because I happen to be very good at tracking-”

“Jaskier, you got lost on your way from Oxenfurt to Novigrad.”

Jaskier opened his mouth to complain, but Y/N wasn’t having it. “It’s a 15-minute-long horse ride.”

“It was early morning; I was still half asleep.”

“Forget I said anything.” Y/N realizes she should drop it. She turned around and started preparing incense for their first customer that day.

“Are you coming with me?” Jaskier asked.

Y/N turns around to face him again. “To Kaer Morhen? Jaskier, you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? You are a sorceress and Vesemir said I should bring one.” Jaskier shrugged. Y/N gave him a look.

“He didn’t mention me specifically. I’m sure Felicia Cori would love to help you out.” Y/N said. Felicia was practically Geralt’s fan from the moment she heard about him in Aretuza, academy for young ladies who were practising magic. She lived couples of streets further and was a good friend of Corrine.

“But I’m not asking her, I’m asking you, Y/N.” Jaskier said, slowly losing his patience.

“How on earth is my skill of any use to you or them? We don’t even know what happen to your friend!” Y/N says, crossing arms on her chests.

“You could form a dream for Vesemir and see where Geralt is.” Jaskier suggested.

“You know that those don’t always work for missing persons.”

“I know but can you just once believe my judgment?” he asks. Y/N raised her eyebrows. She believed his judgment lots of times and it usually meant nothing but trouble. This sounded like one as well.

“Absolutely not. Jaskier, I’m not horse riding for a week for no reason. I have no clues, no ideas how to handle this. And also, how am I supposed to leave Corrine? She’s already pissed at me for being late-”

“Let me handle everything. And we are not horse riding.” Jaskier says proudly.

“No?” Y/N asks, tilting her head a little.

“I’ll show you.”

                                                           ***

And there they were, the next day, at Rosemary and Thyme’s attic. There was only one candle burning and the air was filled with dust, smell of old books and costumes. Y/N had to jump over a couple of old suitcases before they finally stopped walking.

“What are we doing here?” she asked, dusting herself off.

Jaskier didn’t answer but started looking through the old bags on the floor. Y/N crossed arms on her chests, waiting for the bard’s explanation.

“Ah, here it is!” he finally said. Y/N looked at his hands. He was holding a crystal. Not just any crystal. That was a power crystal and it was used specifically for portals.

Y/N gaped. “Jaskier, how did you get that?” she asked cautiously. Jaskier started moved further into the dark attic, Y/N following him.

“Turns out doing favours for sorceresses has its perks.” he answered merrily.

“Do you even know how it works?” Y/N raised eyebrows.

“Of course! I’ve been to Kaer Morhen on multiple occasions thanks to this portal right there.”

“Fine. Turn it on, then.” Y/N says, her voice suddenly soft. Ironically, she didn’t like portals. Traveling through them was quick but Y/N preferred other methods. Unfortunately for her, this was the only magical way to get into Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier cleaned the crystal with his sleeve and then moved closer to the wooden wall. There, Y/N saw a shelf with nothing but small steel stand in the middle of it. Jaskier slowly approached and placed the crystal on the stand. Nothing happened.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks, suddenly worried.

“We need to revive it. It’s dead.” Y/N realized.

“How? I’m no medic nor-”

“Move.” Y/N tells him and Jaskier obeys. Y/N takes the crystal in her hands and clears her mind. Using a simple, yet powerful spell, Y/N starts off the crystal. Its core started glowing and she places it back on the stand. Loud sound of wind filled their ears. The wall in front of them vanished and dark twirling circle appeared instead.

The portal was open.

“Let’s go.”

 The welcoming party is not really welcoming, Y/N thought as soon as she saw the unfamiliar faces. Jaskier didn’t seem like he was bothered by it. They walked across the long hall and approached the table occupied by two armed men who didn’t exactly smile at their presence.

“Eskel, Coen. Nice to see you again.” he slightly lowered his head.

“Who’s this, bard?” the taller one, Eskel, Y/N presumed, asks as he crossed his arms on chests. He looked like he wasn’t happy to see newcomers. Or oldcomers. Or anyone at this point.

“Ah, yes, right, manners. This is Y/N. Very powerful sorceress. Vesemir told me to bring one. So, I did.” Jaskier explained.

“Pleasure.” Y/N said, trying to sound more delighted than she truly was.

“Oh, I’m sure it is.” Eskel said.

“What is that supposed-”

“Enough.” a deep voice echoed through the hall. “Jaskier. Sorceress. Please join me.”

Y/N and Jaskier both turned around towards the exit. There, was an older man standing, his face scarred and old but still Y/N felt like his presence required utter respect.

That must be Vesemir, Y/N realized.

Jaskier and Y/N both joined him. Jaskier briefly introduced them and Y/N nodded at the old witcher. Vesemir then led them down the hall without word. They walked for a while in silence, passing by several closed doors, until they finally reached the right one.

Vesemir opened the door and let them into the big round room with high celling. There, in the middle of it, stood one large table. The walls were filled with books, bottles and various herbs. Old chandelier in the middle of room was the only source of light.

They approached the table and Vesemir unfolded three papers in front of them.

“This is all we got.” he said, suddenly sounding tired.

Jaskier took the first paper and stood next to Y/N. There, in the middle of the page, were three words written in black ink.

“That could be Elder speech. Really old one.” Y/N said. She learned basics at the academy, but these writings were definitely old. She wasn’t even sure if she saw them in their school books.

“Do you know what does it say?” Jaskier asks quietly.

“I’m not sure. Let me see.” Y/N says, taking the letter from Jaskier’s hands.

“It’s not in any of our books. I tried everything but couldn’t make a sense of it. The last letter that arrived is the only one that’s written in Common.” Vesemir said, handling the smallest piece of paper to Y/N. She frowned.

This one was indeed written in Common speech but this time ink was dark red. Y/N sincerely hoped it wasn't blood.

“Wolf got taken. “She read the first sentence and then noticed another one on bottom of the page. “Will pay for his sins.”

Their Common is not perfect. Who could this be? Elves?

Y/N noticed how Jaskier’s jaw clenched. She never saw him this quiet and serious.

Vesemir then hands her the last paper. This one had a drawing. It was a simple one, but Y/N immediately figured what it was - an open palm of hand, with drops of blood on each finger. In the middle of the palm was a much bigger drop of blood, shaped like a tear.

“When did you get these?” Y/N asks, looking at all those letters in her hands.

Vesemir opened his mouth to answer but the loud squealing of door hinges interrupted him. The door opened and stranger walked in. With wolf medallion hanging around his neck and long red curls framing his face, he walked towards them.

“Stop wasting time, Vesemir.” he looked at his mentor, completely ignoring Jaskier and Y/N.

Y/N raised her eyebrows slightly.

Would it kill them to show some politeness?

“Lambert, this is Y/N. She’s going to help us decode these letters. And you’re going-”

“We should be out there looking for him! Not wasting time with these stupid letters.” he raises his voice. Vesemir gave him look of complete disapproval.

“You don’t get to decide what is a waste of time or isn’t. Now, show Y/N the library and get her whatever will be needed.”

For a second, Y/N thought Lambert would just storm out but then he finally looked at Y/N.

“Follow me, witch.” he muttered quietly, the anger still present in his tone.

Y/N squinted her eyes. “Sorceress.” she corrected him. Lambert just stared at her, his eyes also squinting. Jaskier, still standing on Y/N’s right side, stepped forward and cleaned his throat.

“Term ‘witch’ is mostly used by those who call themselves witch hunters, you know, it’s usually a derogatory term-”

“I know. Now, follow me.” Lambert interrupted him, still not looking away from Y/N. Y/N didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing her in discomfort so she stepped forward and joined him.

“Find me if you need anything.” she told Jaskier before leaving, giving him a comforting look.

Jaskier nodded, but she could see concern in his eyes.

Finally, she turns to red headed witcher and joins him down the hall. They walked in silence, Lambert clearly keeping his distance. Unfortunately for Y/N, the library was located at the other end of the Kaer Morhen and their awkward, silent walk took a while.

“Does your library have any books of First elves?” she asks when they finally made it. Lambert sat on top of the table and shrugged.

“Do I look like librarian? I have idea. I haven’t been in this part of castle for 5 years. You’re on your own, witch.”

Y/N approached the table so quickly she even surprised herself. Lifting her hand, with a small orb of red light in it, she pushes it towards his face. Lambert face was stone cold, no fear.

“Call me witch one more time, I dare you.” she hissed. She lowered the orb a little. He didn’t seem fazed at all.

“Don’t challenge me if you can’t keep up, sweetheart.” he suddenly grins. Y/N was about to protest but then she feels a soft pressure just above the bellybutton. She lowers her eyes and sees short but sharp blade, resting on her corset.

Y/N frowns.

“Seems like you’re forgetting why I’m here, witcher.” she warns him, ignoring the blade. Lambert raises his eyebrows a little then finally drops the blade. Y/N still stepped aside just in case.

“To decode some stupid letters, which are-”

“Yes, yes, waste of time. Now let me work if you don’t plan on helping me.” she says and walks away towards the shelves.

She heard Lambert mummering something but this time she decides to ignore him, switching focus on those old books in front of her. It was clear that someone organized them alphabetically long time ago but every now and then she would find some who obviously wouldn’t fit into that order. There was lots of books about herbs, survival skills and potion making but those weren’t helping at all. So, she moved to another bookshelf. There, Y/N found some historical books about Continent.

Beatrix of Kovir.

The Elder Blood.

The Conjunction of the Spheres.

And then, Y/N saw it. The old, yellow copy of Elder Speech Dictionary. She grabbed the book and started flipping pages. Few minutes passed by and…

Nothing.

All the symbols, words and phrases were something she was already familiar with. She sighed and put the book back in its place. She knew this wouldn’t be easy. Y/N took another look at those letters. That hand symbol bothered her. She felt like she saw it somewhere.

*Few hours later*

It was dark outside when Y/N finally looked through the library window. Some time ago, Jaskier showed up with a glass of wine and dinner which Y/N barely tasted. She couldn’t eat until she figured out the hand symbol. Lambert was long gone, with no explanation or excuse, but Y/N certainly didn’t mind.

Just some time after midnight, the doors of the library opened again.

“You’re still here?” Vesemir asked, entering the room and then closing the doors behind him.

“I can’t sleep until I figure this out.” Y/N answered, flipping through the Book of Urban Myths. Truth is, she was not looking forward to her dreams. She knew she would have to relive that dream all over again.

Vesemir chuckled, but it sounded miserable. “I appreciate the optimism but I’m afraid the books won’t do much of help.”

Y/N stopped flipping through the book and looked at Vesemir.

“You’re right. We should try my method.”

“Which is?” he raises eyebrows.

“Jaskier didn’t tell you? I’m oneiromancer.” Y/N said, closing the book in her hands.

Vesemir thought about it for a second and then slowly nodded. “We should give your method a chance then.” he said, crossing arms on his chests.” But not with me since I haven’t seen Geralt for a while now and therefor won’t be much of use to you. You should do it with the one who last saw him.”

“And who was that?” Y/N asks, glad he agreed with her.

“Lambert.”

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[tinytinybumblebee]

First time the Witchers were able to interact with babie Geralt?

!! ;w;

Oh gosh, it was probably quite a while back but, before it was known it was regression!

Like, perhaps one time (pre-ciri times) Geralt had gotten pretty banged up from a wvryen, to the point of needing two or three potions of whitehoney! And Geralt was on a bedroll, just incrediblely quite, even for the brooding wolf- and the other two wolves raise a brow at this, especially since there seems to be a softer expression on his face, almost innocent??

Which, is completely unheard of on a witcher. So, Lambert kinda jokingly says to Eskel that it's almost like they have a baby with them (because they had to patch Geralt up, bring the potion to his lips to drink, etc) and it's basically left at that because eventually they fall asleep and the next morning Geralt is already up before his brothers.

However, the next time is quite a bit in the future- when Geralt and Yen pop into Kaer for the winter. That's when it clicks for Eskel and Lambert, that they /had/ been with babie Geralt before, they just hadn't known :^0!

This time, there is no teasing, just two wolves carefully sniffling out the wolf pup- getting a better understanding of just how tiny Geralt is (spoiler: pretty tiny!) and looking at Yen and (for once) asking her for guidance on what Geralt likes, if they can hold him, all those curiosities ;w;

It doesn't take too long before they're warmed up♡.

Babie Geralt is seated on Eskel's lap, grabbing lightly at the other witcher's face and Eskel pretending to "chomp" on the babie's fingers (which sends Geralt into a giggling fit). Lambert is a bit more cautious in a sense?

And babie can kinda sense that and while on Eskel's lap, he makes grabby hands towards the black-haired witcher- Lambert shuffles over and Geralt grabs the dangling medallion of Lambert, mouthing on it as Eskel laughs xD

"Heh, I think he likes you," Eskel chuckles as he smooths Geralt's hair, "Hey pup, don't think Lamby wants your drool all over his things."

"You don't speak for me," Lambert rolls his eyes, "Pretty boy just has good taste, knows mine isn't covered in lil Bleater's hair," he says, a hint of a smile on his lips as he sits on the arm of the chair.

And Yen is leaning against a pillar, watching the three wolves, smiling fondly♡

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #witcher #geralt of rivera #lambert #eskel

[underpreparedbard]

✨Masterlist✨

My AO3: @likeasexygoose

Ko-Fi: @underpreparedbard

Requests are currently: CLOSED

Quiz Competition Details

Fandoms I write for: The Witcher, Merlin (BBC), Firefly/Serenity, Star Wars, Sand Castle

My fave ships: Geraskier, Yennskier, Geraskefer, Jaskier x Eskel, Jaskier x Lambert, Geralt x Eskel, Geralt x Lambert, Jaskier x Priscilla, Lambert x Aiden, Merthur, Merlin x Gwaine, Merlin x Lancelot, Merlin x Morgana, Morgana x Gwen, Mal x Inara, Mal x Zoe, Mal x Kaylee, Kaylee x Jayne, Reylo, Captain Syverson

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Blue Eyes Burn Red - AO3 

Rience finally discovers a way to get revenge on Jaskier. The secret is elder blood. 

Chapters: 3/?, word count: 2,702 - currently ongoing

One Shots:

We’ll Get You A New One - AO3

Jaskier is ambushed at camp while Geralt is hunting. What could they possibly take from him?

Word count: 867

For You - AO3

Geralt has been working contracts non-stop and can barely keep himself upright. Luckily he has his bard to take care of him.

Word count: 1,095

I Saw You Staring - AO3 | Tumblr

While bathing in a stream, Geralt discovers something about his companion. Just how dark could Jaskier’s past really be?

Word count: 988

It’s Quiet - AO3

Things have been going smoothly for Geralt and Jaskier for a while. What could go wrong?

Word count: 918 

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Quizzes:

Guess the lyrics - Burn Butcher Burn

Guess the lyrics - Toss A Coin To Your Witcher

Guess the lyrics - Song Of The Seven

Guess the lyrics - Whoreson Prison Blues

Guess the lyrics - Her Sweet Kiss

Guess the lyrics - The Golden One

Guess the Lyrics - Ride Of The Witcher

Who said what? Witcher edition - part 1

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[islenthatur]

A little idea where Vesemir and Jaskier are friends and basically Penpals over the periods where Jaskier and Geralt have to split for a) A tough hunt, his brothers need help or b) Jaskier has a bardic comp and or is summoned to a court... and well they just talk and share their frustrations about their Witchers and their idiocies.

Jaskier shares his exasperations and sends basically a novel to Vesemir about his lack self-care when it comes to hunts and what comes after. How Jaskier has to force him in a river when they're out, or actually out of the bath when they're at an inn... will also send him hidden messages about all the foods Jaskier has managed to get GEralt to eat to substitute stale bread and plain meats on the road.

He also sends in notes to Vesemir when he runs into other Witchers. Be they of the Wolf or not.

And Vesemir couldnt be more thankful that this human is looking after his boys and those who were left. That he has updates on them when they're out on the Path and it eases him, in return he sends letters detailing ingredients for balms and things that will aid the Bard on the path that wouldn't be deadly for him to make, he will also send exasperated stories of the boys and the chaos they cast over the winter that sends Vesemir crazy.

Those two bond and none of the others know until Jaskier is brought to Kaer Morhen and Jaskier's first words are.

"Ves! Now you have me to help you wrangle the pups!"

#jaskier dandelion #jaskier the bard #vesemir #kaer morons #the witcher #kaer morhen #the witcher fandom #Vesemir is so done with his boys #Jaskier is so done with his witchers #Jaskier & Vesemir #The Witcher #geralt of rivera #eskel #lambert is a lil shit

[slumberingcorpse]

Witchers love to play fight. It’s not a soft kind of fighting either, they growl, chase, tackle, claw, and bite as if they are going to kill each other. The only indication that they aren’t out for blood is their habit of sneezing while playing like dogs. Of course, everyone failed to mention that fact to poor Jaskier who freaks out as he watches Lambert and Geralt growl and bite at each other’s throats all the while Eskel and Vesemir continue their tasks as if nothing was happening.

“Don’t just stand there! Do something!” Jaskier pleads unsure how to separate the two.

“Relax Jask, they’re just playing,” Eskel says hearing sneezing from both sides.

“Like hell they are! They’re going to kill each other!” The bard cries giving Vesemir his irresistible puppy eyes, “Please make them stop. What if Geralt gets hurt?”

Sighing, Vesemir gets up and pulls Geralt off by the scruff of his neck, “Enough, you’re scaring the lark.”

“Aw, what!? We’re just playing! I was close to beating him too!” Lambert huffs annoyed (he was nowhere close to winning)

“In what world is that playing!?” Jaskier shouts rushing over to Geralt’s side.

#the witcher #witcher lambert #witcher #witcher geralt #witcher eskel #the witcher fandom #witcher vesemir #jaskier x geralt #geralt of rivera #ficlet #school of the wolf #wolf mutagens #kear morons

[eredins-a-king-aint-he]

Quick question: who the fuck has the energy and vitriol left over at the end of the day to send shitty anon asks on tunglr dot com?? Have you SEEN the state of the world rn??? Even if you’re already an asshole and don’t give a rat’s left nut about the terrifying equality issues happening at the moment, the cost of living these days is fucking insane!! Inflation is out-the-wazoo bonkers but wages haven’t budged a fucking inch. How can anyone afford to spend extra energy being a dick to internet strangers when there’s genuinely life-affecting stuff to be focusing on?? Like bro???

#cedar speaks #discourse #cedar complains #like what the fuck #I’m just #how #block and move on #get a fucking hobby and no not all hobbies have to cost money #memorize the headlight shapes of all the generations of Jeeps or something #google some star maps and learn the constellations above you #I’m so tired of fandom nastiness #if anyone wants to vibe in a good way feel free to hmu even just to say hi #I want to share art and chat about characters even if it means having different opinions or characters #*on #Urgh #I had less than 4 hours of sleep last night maybe that’s why this is so rambly but also #yeah #talk to me about gaunter or Dijkstra or Regis or Eskel or whatever honestly I’m just wanting to have fun #I’ve tried to die on a fandom hill enough times at this point that I’m done with that #I might still swoon on a fandom mound if I get my shorts twisted up enough but like #it’s about the joy #and if you’re not about the joy then why are you here

[akhuna]

Okay, so one of the things I love about this fandom is, that for most folks, no matter how your AU is written and what the Witchers are up to ...

... there is a silent agreement that Eskel drives a pick-up truck.

#Eskel #the Witcher #I love this fandom

[queerfictionwriter]

Writing Update: October 2023 

October was touch-and-go, writing-wise—i did, in fact, get things done, but as almost always: not as much as I wanted. (I consistently, I am learning, aim high.) I accomplished some of the goals I set out to achieve at the end of September, but even of the ones I didn’t fully accomplish, I still made progress on. 

Total wordcount: 11, 052

Highlights: 

Posted the first three chapters of the BDSM AU, Paradigm (which is here)

Made significant headway on chapter 5 of the BDSM AU; the final scene is about half-done

Whipped up December’s batch of Patreon content

Worked on the next chapter of the arranged marriage fic, In Parts and Pieces (here)

Made a shocking amount of progress on the Demon Eskel AU I’m writing with @piceuscelus (here)

Made enough progress to be almost done the paid writing piece I’m working on

Goals for November:

Finish that paid writing piece 

Finish and post chapter 5 of the BDSM AU

Start—and hopefully finish—chapter 6 of the BDSM AU

Finish and post the birthday fic I’ve got started

Edit and schedule December’s Patreon content

Start working on January’s batch of Patreon stuff

#K speaks #writing #my fanfic #my original fic #Patreon #fandom #fanfiction #fandom life #long live fandom #Steter #Stiles Stilinski #Peter Hale #kink is not the enemy #girl Stiles #Eskel #Eskel my beloved #Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon #piceuscelus: tales from the pit #2023 monthly recap #shameless self-promotion

[fangirleaconmigo]

Eskel teaches Milva to read.

Milva x Eskel first kiss (rated very very soft)

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Ok this is gonna be for me and probably no one else but that’s ok. @on-a-lucky-tide put the idea of Milva and Eskel in my head months ago and I haven’t been able to shake the need to come up with SOMETHING for this inspired pairing. And here we are. My idea for a fic that mayhaps I will write.

—-

So you know how Milva was raised in the woods and can’t read or write? And how it embarrasses her, especially with Geralt, who is so well read and educated?

And you know how Eskel was raised rural in an isolated mountain community?

Ok so, say the Hansa goes back to Kaer Morhen in my alternate history ending of the saga. Of course the wolf witchers all like Milva instantly, because of course they would. She is allergic to bullshit AND she has defended Geralt and Ciri’s life several times over.

To them it would be…ah yes…she is our family. It would just be a matter of her understanding and feeling worthy of that.

So say Vesemir tries to make her feel welcome the best way he can which is via his library and history (history, ie. when everything was better). He finds books on archery and the history of elven bow making and he tells her and her eyes just light up.

But then he plops it down in front of her and her face hardens as she realizes he is expecting her to peruse it. Her cheeks are heating up and she has a resentful comment on her tongue that she knows she will regret.

But Eskel is in the room. And even though it’s been so very long since he has been in her situation, he recognizes it, because you never forget what that feels like.

So without drawing any attention to her, he acts REALLY excited about the book, swipes it and starts to read parts of it out loud.

Milva tries to hide the grateful exhale of relieved breath. It is too early to disappoint or alienate her hosts.

Later that day, she offers to hunt for their supper, and asks if Eskel wants to come since he loves archery too.

He meets her outside and she’s a little surprised at how poorly maintained his bow is for someone who loves archery so much. She tuts over the condition it’s in and he smiles and says maybe his enthusiasm for archery isn’t matched by his skill. Perhaps she will give him pointers.

They hunt together and she finds herself liking him very much. Unlike her friends, (who she loves, of course) he doesn’t talk incessantly about women and sex and god knows what else. He is thoughtful and a little bit serious but he is also quick to smile when she makes clumsy jokes.

He is a capable archer for the task at hand, but he has clearly only learned survival level skills. She would be disappointed at learning she doesn’t have an archery friend after all, except that she really enjoys the opportunities she has to improve his skill with a few well timed pointers. She is surprised by how comfortable she feels with him, and how safe it feels to touch him when she is improving his shot.

They have bagged their kill and are carrying it back. In fact, they are almost back to Kaer Morhen when he says…

“Do you know who taught me to read?”

Her heart jumps to her throat as she connects the dots. He was never excited about archery, he pitied her. She tries very hard not to bite his head off. She must not be an asshole about it. He was kind to her. She is grateful that he covered her ineptitude.

Also, somehow, the thought of hurting his feelings or pushing him away wounds her. So, she manages to exercise restraint.

“And here I thought all you bloody witchers came out of the womb reading ancient bestiaries in elder.”

Ok, she is a little sarcastic. But just a hair. But her heart is still in her throat. She can hear her voice tremble a little and hopes he doesn’t notice.

“Geralt taught me.”

“Geralt? The Geralt of Rivia? Hero of the continent?” She is deflecting again with humor. But it is good natured humor. At least she isn’t being an asshole.

“Yes.”

Eskel tells her that where he grew up, they didn’t have a school. No teachers wanted to live in such a tiny isolated community so poor that they that paid in skinned rodents. So when he came to Kaer Morhen, he was the only boy who couldn’t read. He never wanted to ask for help because the instructors were so large and gruff and fucking terrifying.

He was falling behind and being assigned extra chores as punishment, because the instructors thought he was being defiant when he refused to answer.

Milva’s tension and shame bleeds away as her empathy takes over.

“Bastards.” She mutters.

He was afraid the punishments would get far more severe and he was scared. He knew some boys were punished with the belt and far worse.

But Geralt approached him in their dorms one night and in whispers, offered to teach him. Every night after bedtime they would light a candle and Geralt would teach him until they fell asleep in an exhausted heap.

Geralt had red hair then, he says with a smile.

“No kidding,” she laughs.

“No kidding.”

She is so drawn into his story and so overcome with compassion for the little boys of Kaer Morhen, that when he offers to do the same for her she just nods.

When she visits his room the first time, her heart is beating like a drum. But he makes her feel at ease. They sit by a torch and start at the beginning.

She is easily frustrated at first, mostly from embarrassment. She swears and paces. But he manages to show her that it isn’t a big deal. No one knows anything until someone teaches them.

Little by little she calms down and even begins to enjoy her lessons. They are the brightest spot in her already pretty damn bright days.

It is a revelation to be so welcome here in Kaer Morhen, and to be here not out of obligation or debt. They just all care about each other. She doesn’t think she has ever had this before. At least not since her dad died. She is a part of a real family. They are even all working together to do something sweet for Ciri.

Ciri has been through hell and is still a child and they all want to show her she is loved. They have decided to throw her a surprise birthday party.

By the time it rolls around, Milva proudly offers to write the banners and Ciri’s name on her cake. She has learned enough now to do that. Eskel bakes and he guides her hand on the letters, much like she guided his hand on the bow. She knows how to write them now but the frosting is a bit unwieldy. His hand is large and warm and so is the smile he offers her when she finishes the job and gazes upon the first words she has written that her new family will see.

Ciri shrieks with joy when she sees the banner and decorations and she throws herself into Milvas arms for a hug. Milva has to discreetly wipe the wetness from her face and cough.

Geralt hugs her too and whispers in her ear how beautiful it all looks.

“Eskel taught me,” she says.

Dandelion is near enough to hear, and he says…”so that’s what you were doing all those nights in Eskel’s room. I thought you two were—-“

But he is cut off when she punches his shoulder hard. He is very very dramatic about it but they all happily ignore his complaints.

Somehow Eskel understands her in more ways than one. She knows in her heart of hearts that he will never kiss her, even as the easy affection between them grows into something that yearns. He will never kiss her because he understands that she has to decide even that for herself. She knows that if she never reaches for him, they will be friends like this the rest of their lives.

And while she does cherish the thought of being his friend, she thinks she wants to kiss him too.

So one night after a lesson, they are on a balcony watching the sky. Eskel is leaning back, with a mug of beer sat on the chair between his legs. The shadows are flickering across his face.

It’s her favorite face, she realizes. So she moves his beer and settles in his lap. His look of surprise quickly spreads into an easy smile.

He wraps his arms around her waist but he still doesn’t kiss her. So she leans in and tentatively presses her lips to his. His hands tighten around her waist and he inhales.

She realizes that in her short life, she has never had this. Something that she chose. Something that will not go any further than she wants it to.

Someone who understands her. Someone who looks at her the way that Eskel is looking at her right now. Like she is precious.

“Can we just sit here.”

“We can.”

She leans her head on his shoulder and they sit in silence, watching the moon rise.

#tumblr oneshots for the witcher fandom #descarada writes #the witcher #milva #maria barring #eskel #eskel x milva #i bet that’s the first time that tag has been used

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Art based on fanfic 👉👈

Art for this fanfic I wrote during whumptober. Their designs are based mostly off of Netflix canon even though the fic was a mix of all canon (picking and choosing what I adhere to for my own nefarious purposes hehehe). Two versions because even though they’re in a blanket pile I’m proud of the posing.

Please click on the pictures I beg you tumblr hates image quality

#whump #whump art #art #my art #my ramblings #the witcher #the witcher tv #witcher fanfiction #witcher eskel #witcher geralt #witcher lambert #witcher fanart #witcher fandom #canon? what canon? #i make my own canon #digital art #i’m pretty proud of this ngl

[tinytinybumblebee]

Babie Geralt is really good at sharing. Lambert complained he hadn't eaten dinner yet(good naturedly, just gentle teasing at the babie needing to do everything earlier because babie) and Geralt tried to offer him some of his dinner

!!!!!!

Awww oh my gosh- the little pup gets dinner early because his bedtime is earlier than the other wolves!

But, when he hears Lambert complaining (Geralt doesn't understand Lambert is just fun teasing) and looks down at his plate then, grabs a handful of the baby food mush (it's some mixture of porridge and berries, simple but yummy) and thrust it upon Lambert

Lambert presses his lips together to stop himself from laughing at the sweet, yet dripping gift and tells the pup that is his food and he needs to eat it to someday be as strong and cool as his big brother Lambert!

Eskel rolls his eyes as he cleans Geralt's hands, "So, you want to starve the baby? 'Cause I think you mean me," he hums as he spoons a mouthful into Geralt's mouth, "We'd need to feed him rocks and bees for him to 'grow up' to be like you."

Lambert huffs away xD

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #witcher #geralt of rivera #lambert #eskel