#eskel/yennefer

[thedemonofcat]

“It’s strange.”

“Hmmmm?”

“I’ve been on the road most of my life,” Jaskier says, “yet you’re the only witcher I’ve ever met. You would think I’d have stumbled upon at least one other.”

Geralt chews slowly, thinking of how strongly Jaskier smells of his territorial pheromones. How his kind were careful to treat one another’s mates with caution, lest they inadvertently cause conflict within their dwindling numbers.

He hadn’t thought about it before, but other witchers probably assume Jaskier is his mate and act accordingly.

Geralt shrugs. “It’s a big continent.”

It was bound to happen sooner or later: Geralt and Jaskier would eventually cross paths with one of Geralt's brothers. As it turned out, it was Eskel—which, Geralt thought, was probably the best possible outcome.

“Nice to meet you,” Jaskier said warmly, extending a hand to Eskel with a friendly smile. He didn’t notice the quick glance Eskel shot Geralt’s way, as if seeking permission to shake his hand. Geralt gave a subtle nod, signaling it was fine.

As Eskel took Jaskier’s hand, Geralt unconsciously moved a little closer, his presence protective.

“It’s good to finally meet Geralt’s mate,” Eskel said.

“Geralt’s what?” Jaskier asked, bewildered.

[ladycibia]

please give Chibi Geralt a very strong and warm hug, he is so precious 🙏❤❤

Will do. 💖

[eskelhashugetitties]

Girlfriend say something normal about Joey Batey challenge (failed)

[fangirlforeversthings]

Would these characters help you k*ill a spider?

Part 1

The witcher 3

[fanby-fckry]

Ciri: *angrily* ARE YOU-

Jaskier: *calmly* Fucking

Ciri: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Jaskier: Fucking

Ciri: IDIOT!

Eskel: ...what was that?

Jaskier: Yen and Geralt banned Ciri from swearing, so I’ve volunteered to help her out.

[bluedillylee]

Happy Holidays everyone 🥳🎄🍾🎉

2023 holidays

2022 holidays

2021 holidays

[istaprqsamarmay]

Reached that part in my replay of Witcher 3 where lambert tells yen “A bit of respect you’re not talking to Geralt” and omg that was so embarrassing and pretty fucking hilarious.

[naidleen]

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt (2015)

[endiness]

personally, i don't care about eskel or his death at all, but that being said. likE.

"In interviews, Henry explains how he felt strongly that Geralt NOT be bumbling, nor a struggling father figure. In fact, a lot of S2 is about how Geralt does come from a loving (albeit unconventional) family. Henry was passionate about this shift, and we discussed it a lot, and ultimately thought it was wonderful for his character development."

"In the books, Geralt struggled with what it meant to be not just physically responsible for Ciri, but emotionally; however, in the show, in both writing and performance, Geralt had already learned a lot about loving and being loved from his brothers and from Vesemir. The conflict for our Geralt wasn’t about how to be a father… but the lengths he would go to protect his child of surprise. […] So how could we take the growth that we need to see in Geralt, but have it have all the appropriate ups and downs and cliffhangers and devastation and action that modern audiences expect? Enter the idea of a mystery Geralt needs to solve in order to learn about Ciri and her powers. And enter the idea that the mystery should unfold in the place where Geralt should have felt most protected and safe: his home. With his family. With the people he knows best. Except what happens when one of those people comes back home, and is acting completely differently than what Geralt expects? […] Geralt makes a choice that breaks his heart: he sacrifices Eskel to save Vesemir. And now we have a mystery for Geralt to solve: what happened to Eskel? And how does it involve Ciri? And further to that, we’ve got a dilemma that will play out through the whole season: just how far will Geralt go to protect the girl that is his destiny? What wins out: being a witcher, or being a father? Can he save both? And how?"

oh, so this is another thing that henry cavill fucked up? lol. lmao even.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

[thedemonofcat]

What if Jaskier was cursed or something, and it was not only fatal but likely to kill a whole bunch of people.

Jaskier puts out a contract with a stipulation: "Not Geralt of Rivia".

It's not because of the mountain. As hurt as Jaskier still is, he has faith in Geralt's abilities and his compassion. There was no witcher Jaskier trusted more.

However, Jaskier had seen many curses. He knew his was a bitch and may very well end poorly. If that happened, Geralt would have to kill him.

And, Jaskier knew Geralt hated killing people. Especially ones he knew well. Despite any resentment Geralt may hold, Jaskier knew the wolf would be burdened by the deed. He wouldn't be able to see it as the mercy it was.

Unfortunately, the witcher who did answer the contract was one of Geralt's brothers, and he took it upon himself to write the white wolf.

The sound of hooves jolted Jaskier awake. He had been feeling increasingly exhausted ever since the curse had taken hold, draining him in ways he couldn’t fully describe. With a weary groan, he swung his legs out of bed and shuffled toward the front door.

“Let me see him,” Geralt’s voice rang out, tense and commanding.

“I will, but you need to calm down,” Eskel replied, his tone firm but understanding. The witcher Jaskier had hired to end his suffering sounded exasperated. “He’s sick, Geralt. It’s a curse, and it’s bad.”

Jaskier hesitated, eavesdropping as guilt and frustration churned in his gut. Finally, he stepped outside, interrupting the heated exchange. “Geralt, what are you doing here?”

At the sight of him, Geralt strode forward, his movements urgent yet careful. He cupped Jaskier’s face in his calloused hands, his expression softening with both relief and alarm. “I got a letter saying you were cursed,” he murmured, his golden eyes scanning Jaskier’s pallid face. “It’s alright. I’m here now. I can fix this. We’ll figure it out, and everything will go back to the way it was.”

There was a crack in Geralt’s voice, a desperation that Jaskier hadn’t heard before.

“You can’t save me,” Jaskier rasped, his voice breaking with emotion. If he weren’t so drained, he might have wept.

“I have to save you,” Geralt whispered fiercely, his grip tightening. “I have you back. I won’t lose you.”

“Just stop!” Jaskier snapped, his voice rising. Suddenly, a faint glow emanated from his skin, and Geralt’s hands jerked away as though scalded. He glanced at his palms, now marked with small, reddened burns.

Before either could fully process what was happening, Eskel stepped in, casting the Axii sign. Jaskier’s frantic breathing slowed as calm washed over him.

“You’re alright. You’re calm now,” Eskel said, his voice soothing as he gently took hold of Jaskier’s arms. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

As Eskel guided him inside, Geralt stood frozen, staring at his singed hands. His jaw tightened.

This was the curse Rience had inflicted on Jaskier: a slow, insidious burn from within, one that worsened with strong emotion. If left unchecked, the bard’s fiery outbursts could ignite into an inferno capable of devastating everything for miles.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader

summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic

notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew

warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)

based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him

Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal

Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae

He secretly adores your wings

Jaskier

Immediately in song-writing mood

Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads

Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends

Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)

Yennefer

Yen is fascinated

The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues

And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you

You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out

Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way

Ciri

Poor ciri

Eugh she just wants some friends

That don’t die…

She loves your horns and wings

Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on

Eskel

He adores your wings

If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it

Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings

Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed

Lambert

Has the reaction of a seventh-grader

Might literally go woahhhhhh

Big hater, but not against you

Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly

Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con

Coen

Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand

Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work

Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers

The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)

Vesemir

Bro does not trust you

Thots and prayers girldude

Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??

Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder

[sweet-melitele]

The Witcher Whumpcember 2024

Masterlist of all 31 @whumpcember 2024 prompts as a series of interconnected fics!

To Heal a Witcher

Day 1: Broken Bones Day 2: "This Is Your Fault" Day 3: Begging Day 4: “This isn’t my blood” Day 5: Concussion Day 6: "Please Stop" Day 7: Kidnapped

Day 8: “No. Not like this.” Day 9: Shaking Day 10: “Let me help you.” Day 11: Manipulation Day 12: "I Have Nowhere Else To Go" Day 13: Trauma Day 14: “I never wanted this.”

Day 15: Broken Glass Day 16: Amnesia Day 17: Greatest Fear Day 18: Poisoned Day 19: Panic Attack Day 20: “Please leave” Day 21: Bruises

Day 22: Alt 3: Fire Day 23: Overwhelmed Day 24: Walking on Injuries Day 25: Healed Wrong Day 26: Falling Day 27: Alt 2: Memory Day 28: Alt. 10: "Tell Me I'm Wrong"

Day 29: Alt. 6: "Could You Stay A Little Longer?" Day 30: Saying Goodbye Day 31: "You're Allowed to Fall Apart"

[caiabresebun]

witcher fanart from 2020 hehe

[fangirlsfavoritebardboy]

Ok, so we've established that Shifter!Geralt would most definitely turn into a wolf, but what about the others? What's your favorite?

I think Ciri would probably be a lioness cub.

Yennefer would either be a unicorn or raven as they're both associated with magic. Alternatively, she could be a big cat to match Geralt's big dog (so probably either a puma or jaguar).

Eskel and Lambert could become their schools, sure. But I'm just saying it would be REALLY funny if they became a fluffy, orange housecat (Lambert) and a bleating goat (Eskel). Eskel could also be some sort of livestock guardian dog like an Anatolian Shepherd Dog.

Jaskier could be SO many things. He could be a songbird, the most popular being a lark. He could be a parrot because they're colorful and don't know how to shut up. He could be a husky (VERY vocal and overdramatic). He could be a fox, as he's sneaky and can get into trouble. He could be a mouse or rat like his friend Gordon. He could be a cat because they're loyal and often clingy and demanding for attention, even when you don't want them to be at the moment.

The possibilities are endless!

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - High

The more time Jaskier spends around Witchers, the more he notices how much they are like cats in some ways. Of course, they had those signature cat eyes that allowed them to see in the dark. And he started noticing how their eyes would dilate when something caught their attention.

A stalk of field grass with a bit of seed fluff on the end would cause Geralt's eyes to immeidately dialte if twitched. He had done it one winter in the Great Hall, with a willowy twig, and five heads had snapped toward the motion, and five pairs of eyes had dilated.

Jaskier had been reminded just how fast Witchers could move. He survived only because he managed to yeet the twig before he got dog piled.

Then he discovered that they purred, and liked cheek and chin scratches. He would start scratching cheeks or chins, and their eyes would dilate, and they would turn into Witcher-shaped puddles.

There were a lot of things that made their eyes dilate: cheek and chin scratches, being warm and comfortable, hugs, seeing something interesting, being excited, White Gull, and now, whatever the h*ll that plant was that Geralt was laying next to.

Jaskier had been waiting for over an hour for Geralt to return to camp. He had said he was going to set some snares, but he'd been gone too long, and Jaskier had gone looking for him. The bard had found him laying on his back next to a large shrub that was all shredded and mashed down, and he'd panicked, thinking he'd been attacked by something and left to die.

After getting a closer look though, he discovered that Geralt was unhurt. He was idly rolling a twist of pungent smelling leaves between his fingers and staring up at the sky, looking like he was having some kind of religious experience. There was only a thin ring of gold around his dialted pupils.

Jaskier *gently shaking his shoulder*: Er...Geralt? Geralt, can you hear me? Are you okay?

Geralt *dreamy voice*: Wouldn't being a-a bird be, like, the best? You could just fly around all day, sh*ttin' on people... I'd sh*t on Whatshisname...Valdo. Yeah, man, I'd totally sh*t on him. I'd just follow him around all day, every day, just sh*ttin' on him for you.

Jaskier: That's very touching, Geralt, and I appreciate the sentiment, but--! Melitele's tits, is that catnip?!

Geralt: Yeah, *rubs leaves on his face and starts purring*

Jaskier: Er, okay, big guy, let's get you back to camp. *slips arm under his shoulders and levers him into a sitting position*

Geralt *dramatic voice* : I ASCEND!

Jaskier: *gently takes the handful of leaves away and puts them in his pocket* Let me just hold on to these for you.

Jaskier heaved Geralt to his feet. The Witcher wobbled but stayed upright. He raised his hand, fingers positioned as if he were holding something, took a bite out of the invisible thing in his hand, squinted up at the sun, then demanded that Jaskier blow out the giant candle in the sky because he couldn't taste his cheese.

Jaskier regarded him silently for the space of a few heartbeats, then took a breath and blew it out at the sun.

"You blew out the sky candle! F***ing h*ll, I can't see anything now!"

"Your eyes are closed, Geralt."

Geralt opened his eyes, frowning irately, and grumbled "Blowing out the f***ing sky candle and plunging us all into eternal darkness-!" he stopped mid-rant as he remembered his invisible cheese, and took a bite. "Tastes like purple!"

Their trip back to camp had been punctuated by more stange ramblings as Geralt talked about all the mysteries of the universe, and randomly stopped to yell at a tree that was giving him a dirty look. He had passed out as soon as Jaskier had dropped him on his bedroll.

Geralt woke later, and in answer to his confused look, Jaskier had gleefully blurted, "You got high off catnip!", and then laughed himself breathless while Geralt growled and grumbled and denied it.

Jaskier pulled a few of the leaves out of his pocket and held them out to him. He'd been rather disappointed when Geralt had taken the leaves, examined them, and had absolutely no reaction to them. Geralt had given him a smug look that screamed "I told you so!".

Days later they stayed at an inn while Geralt worked a contract, and Jaskier entertained himself by tring to make friends with the cat that lived there.

She had stopped to sniff under the door, so he had opened it and tried to lure her in with some food scraps. The cat had been reluctant, having smelled Geralt's scent in the room. Jaskier remembered that cats did not like Witchers, but his inner Disney Princess was going to make friends with this cat through h*ll or high water!

He had taken some of the catnip, rubbed it between his palms, then put it in a little pile on the floor and crouched near it, hoping to entice the cat to come closer. He wiped his hands on his shirt and pants for good measure, in the hopes that he could get his new friend to sit in his lap.

Geralt returned a while later and found Jaskier sitting on the floor with a spaced out cat in his lap. He was curious as to why this cat was not immediately hissing and spitting at him like cats usually did when he encountered one. He slowly moved a little closer and caught a whiff of something herby...

The cat barely even flinched when Geralt dropped his bags and practically knocked Jaskier over trying to rub his face into his shirt. Jaskier ended up pinned to the floor by a hulking Witcher and a cat. He was grinning like an idiot while both the cat and Geralt rubbed their faces on him, and Happy Purred.

Jaskier made a few mental notes: 1. This is gold, tell Yen! 2. Don't mention this to Geralt. 3. Start collecting catnip. Ask Yen to help.

By the time Jaskier went to winter in Kaer Morhen that year, he had, with Yennefer's help, stockpiled a sizeable amount of catnip. He kept it hidden in his pack, wrapped with all his other herbs and dried florals, tucking it down in with his soaps and lotions and scents.

He had originally brought it as a joke, something to use to tease his adoptive family with, but he found that it really came in handy. Fights were a regular thing at Kaer Moren, especially when you were stuck indoors for weeks on end.

Jaskier started secretly burning a pinch or two of catnip in the Great Hall's fire pit when the usual minor scuffles looked like they were going to turn into fistfights.

Sometimes, when they were drunk and starting to try to fight each other, Jaskier would lobb a little catnip stuffed beanbag into the middle of them and let it work its magic.

Catnip tea became a thing.

Along with catnip cookies.

Sometimes, if he was bored, cold, or feeling a little down, Jaskier would rub a little catnip on his clothes and walk into the Great Hall, and then just enjoy the massive cuddle pile that resulted.

Yennefer knew exactly what was going on and was lowkey impressed her bardling had been able to smuggle the stuff into Kaer Morhen without Geralt knowing. It was an amusing distraction. She and Jaskier would sit and listen to their random thoughts.

"Forks are just a hand for your hand."

"Bread has a wetness scale, and here's why..."

" What if dragons had their wings on their back legs?"

" When two people kiss, they make a really long tube with an a**hole at each end."

"Your belly button used to be your mouth."

"If potatoes have eyes, then that means they watch you as you murder them."

And of course there was the humorous behavior, like:

Lambert balancing on the top of a door, claiming that he was a hawk.

Witchers crowding around a window to 'ekekekekek!' at a bird outside.

Geralt standing in the stables, bare a** naked, telling Roach she was pretty.

Eskel swearing that the rats in his room were talking sh*t behind his back, and it was really hurtful so, could Jaskier please go tell them to stop being mean?

Coen standing infront of a mirror, combing hair he didn't have, and swearing that Yennefer was lying to him when she told him he was bald.

Vesemir trying to fight everyone because he was feeling like he was 150 again because his joints didn't hurt anymore.

Then came the event that Yennefer personally could not stop laughing about. Lambert had started a massive drunken brawl one evening. Jaskier had been in his room, trying to make friends with some of the rats, when he'd heard the enraged screaming. He'd run to the Great Hall and seen an obviously inebriated Geralt and Lambert rolling and snarling on the floor.

Coen and Eskel tried to break it up, but were dragged into the free for all. Jaskier started yelling for them to stop, but he was ignored. He ran back to his room and did the only thing he could think of.

Yennefer had heard all the rukus and stormed into the Great Hall just as Jaskier came running back in, carrying the biggest joint the Continent had ever seen. The size of it was just absurd. Yennefer had started laughing as he'd dropped it unceremoniously into the firepit. Smoke billowed up, filling the room, and seconds later, the fight was over. Witchers were laying in a pile on the floor, stoned off their a**es, and contemplating the complex mysteries of the universe. Jaskier was pretty sure some of them were seeing gods.

It had taken weeks for the room to air out enough to were the Wolves weren't getting high just walking in to it, but there were still a few spots on the wall, and one of the furs where the smell continued to cling. It became a big joke after Jaskier guiltily explained what happened. Now when one of them, especially Lambert, started getting extra prickly, someone would say "Go sniff the fur/wall and calm the h*ll down!"