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northernolddragon · 1 year

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From Dettlaff's notes:

"They walked in a formed black cloud against the misty plain of Skellige. Dark cloaks with red and white. Only from hunting. I smelled blood from the distance, where I happened to be. They were relaxed and satiated. Laughing and joking. Their leader - Emiel Regis - seemed excited. He moved ahead. Orianna followed, the one who was famous for her love of young blood. She is one of those who turned him on, as I happened to hear in the vampiric youth circles in which I didn't belong. Me disgusted. They invited me. And when I spoke about their vile deeds, they laughed. Now I hear sharp barbs addressed to me from time to time, I hardly see him and his company. I've been used to it for a long time. The blood didn't affect me. It didn't carry that basic postulate of the existence of our race, which it was for them. They could drain an entire village, arrange voluptuousness right at the place, where their insatiable hunger was satiated, frighten girls and men for fun and argue over who would drink more. And now I saw with my own eyes the moment of their procession after the hunt. Not a hint of guilt, not a hint of regret. Laughter, excited themes about the taste of this or that person... And black atracites, like an abyss in which there is red fire.

His velvety voice spoke of the baby. And I choked on the desire to break loose to their leader, in order to once again express my contempt to his face. But remained standing in the distance, growling under his breath. Orianna and the red-haired vampire, Vladlena, it seems, were dressed in a noble way, probably not bothering to hide their appearance. Regis, on the other hand, tried to pretend to be a lower class, probably, for the famous games, that they were famous for. As he was followed by those, who stood behind.

I captured this moment, as I saw how black eyes fell on the place, where I spent my seclusion painting the northern landscape. Instead of the goal, I drew a bloodthirsty nobleman from my Gharasham tribe in a dark red cloak in the company of my associates."

Perhaps, later I will arrange it differently and with a little history. In the meantime, this is a couple of shots through Dettlaff's eyes.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 #the witcher saga #emiel regis #regis #emiel regis rohellec terzieff godefroy #orianna #my screenshots #my gameplay #my game screenshots #virtual photography #old dragon #od: short stories

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eycsnow666 · 5 months

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Hey! You asked me, and I love these sort of games, so I'm paying it forward.

If you want to do the character aske, I'd ask for your take on Geralt of Rivia 🥰

ah Geralt, my beloved most neutral witcher and bestest monster killer in all the land (/s ^^)

Sexuality Headcanon: once upon a time, a young Geralt fancied himself strictly as a woman’s man, and that his same sex dalliances w other witchers were simply bc of lonely nights in Kaer Morhen. Until he left KM and found himself not averse to bedding women and men alike. Life is full of surprises and sometimes they are children, sometimes the discovery that cock is prettty good. And since life as a witcher is Toil and Labour, he wasn’t about to over-complicate smth he personally had no objections with just because some rando noble might be uncomfortable. Quite the useful attitude for a witcher living on the outskirts of civilisation, so that worked out for him.

This is just my hc for a TW3 timeline with overt homophobia, based on the encounter with Mislav. Because CDPR have proven themselves cowards by not showing a single dick in the entirety of the games and therefore cannot be 100% trusted with canon, I like to also imagine another where homophobia is less prominent (and non-existent in most regions) where geralt is…exactly the same. no fucks given except for in bed ;)

Gender Headcanon: a cis man, and pragmatic and doesn’t give a hoot if prudes shake their heads at his gender non-conforming habits. if a warm, comfy article of clothing in his possession happens to be a dress, it’s being worn, and how majestic. he knows how to braid hair, bc it doesn’t hurt to know how. Bonus: kid!Ciri adored him for it. Besides, gender-coding things sounds like an Other People kinda problem, and he is but a simple witcher with potions to brew and blades to oil, so…

A ship I have with said character: Geralt/Emhyr is my current obsession💖 Geralt/Regis and Geralt/Dettlaff are two close faves. All simultaneously within the same timeline bc my blorbos love to share

A BROTP I have with said character: a begrudging understanding between Geralt and Mererid, whose dislike of Geralt rose exponentially when he heard of Emhyr taking on Geralt as a lover. But Geralt worked some magic (read: really good sex and perhaps some axii for the nerves) to make emhyr’s mood do a 180 or maybe just a 90, he’s still a grump sometimes

and mererid was like, ‘you. you can stay.’

A NOTP I have with said character: none particularly? m8 if I encounter a ‘squick’ ship (think themes of incest for example) that’s also well-crafted, count me in for eating the dead dove

Random headcanons:

The only time he seriously reassessed his sex life was: 1) after falling for Regis, and even then it was more bc of the mental image of Papa Vesemir scolding him that he was meant to fight, not fuck this creature, and 2) falling for Emhyr, but then he seriously contemplated many other things too…

No way is he not a good cook what with those witcher-level potion brewing skills and olfactory senses

he has really nice hands! when they’re not encrusted with monster gore, anyway. and he takes good care of them too

General Opinion over said character: one of my fave things abt his character is that even though he’s pushing 100, he’s still a big awkward turtle. and also that his hero complex pulls him in directions he wouldn’t intentionally go makes him even more fun (see: every single bit of politics shenanigans his allegedly neutral arse gets swept into). I love him. my babygirl.

that was fun, thanks for the ask!!

#the witcher 3 #tw3 #geralt of rivia #headcanon

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krwioholik · 9 months

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headcanons on what Regis is like drunk on blood / if he relapsed?

For young Regis, blood was the nectar of confidence he so desperatly craved, and was sure he was lacking. It not only lowered his inhibitions but also put him in a merry mood. On top of that, it tended to quite severly mess with his better judgement. With poor company added to the mix, disaster was rather unavoidable.

On blood, young Regis invigorated and full of life. He felt himself able to reach the heights he dreamed of, socially and otherwise. Crucially, he also felt that he belonged. No longer the object of laughter and pranks, but now a participant. And the blood was effective at silencing his conscience and better judgement.

Quite literally drunk on those feelings, he was prone to showing off, not only going along with unwise ideas but rather coming up with them himself. Eager for the boost in social standing that provided but also relishing the thrills of the murderous adventures.

Foolish as it all was, Regis enjoyed it for a rather long time, and it wasn't until he began to realise the emergence of his problem with blood that he also allowed himself to touch upon those thoughts and feelings he's been silencing with his excessive drinking. The more his conscience ate at him and his inner self felt at odds with his actions, the more he drank, though, to silence it. All until reaching that point of no return...

Were Regis to relapse into blood addiction again, it would undoubtedly be coloured with great shame he would feel for himself, for falling into the weakness. Drunk on blood, he might be pleasant company, but those who know him now would likely find this version of him unsettling: louder, prouder, over-confident, prone to boasting, to indulgence in fleeting ideas. Forgetting all that wrenches his heart until the high is over and that weight doubled with the shame added to it.

On a side note, as per my personal headcanons, the complete physical regeneration which Regis underwent with Dettlaff's help has reset his bodily issues with blood. In other words, physically, he is not addicted anymore. It is also why he permits himself alcohol, which he had been avoiding before as well. But that doesn't mean the danger of falling back into addiction is completely gone for him, as the psychological aspect still remains. He is however far more resistant to it now, after several centuries of not only self reflection but also self growth. Him drinking raven blood was a well thought out decision, calculated and deliberate, a necessity, with his full awareness of possible consequences. He trusted himself to be able to resist the temptation afterwards, and to seek help if should his own will fail him.

#headcanon #thank you for the questions!!#tw addiction #regis #emiel regis

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sinfulpetgirlrd · 9 months

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Fandom: The Witcher

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Expect everything to be way out in left field, then take that expectation and throw it in a river. Remember, this is the witcher universe. It’s a cruel and violent world. Gore/sexual situations(con or not) will be described, strong/offensive language will be used. People will emotionally break and have their ability to “live on” tested (some might fail). What happens really just depends.

Chapters: 18/?

Beati-Porta… How much, how— little had changed in the nearly three centuries since Regis last walked its ‘streets’.

As a young pup, he loved exploring the deepest reaches of his home city. It was one of, if not his, favorite pastime. At a hair just over 100, he would always sneak away from his parents’ watchful eyes before wandering down the winding tunnels. He’d crawl about until the light faded into nothingness behind him, and as it did, his claws would rasp against the rough stone walls. The sound of a million different tiny clicks and echoes that reverberated throughout the cave system as the dampness of the earth clung to his fur and the smell of wet rock invaded his nose.

Without fail, Regis always managed to find a little pool, which was created by the cool water dripping from enormous stalactites to play in. There, the little bat splashed about and blew bubbles in the refreshing water, pretending to be a massive sea monster until he was soaked to the bone and hungry. Urged on by a new chill on his skin and a growling stomach, he would venture further into the unused tunnels until he became so disoriented that even his keen sense of smell couldn’t guide him back home.

But no matter how lost and alone he found himself, his ati, Aferi, always found him without fail. It was like clockwork; as soon as the little bat cried, she’d appear next to him in her mist form like she had been following him the entire time.

Oh, Ati— Regis thought with a deep frown, as he clung to Odessa and Geralt, the tips of his claws breaking their skin as his grip on them tightened. His eyes were shut tight, and his trembling body was guided forward only by the movement of their feet, as they listlessly followed Orianna and Dettlaff.

Read the full chapter on AO3(be sure to read the tags and chapter notes. because this chapter is a doozy)

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #tw3 wild hunt #emiel regis #emiel regis rohellec terzieff godefroy #witcher crossover #dettlaff van der eretein #dettlaff #geralt of rivia #fan art #read on ao3 #aui audio #fanfiction #daz3d #oc insert

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icpe · 2 years

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Can you doodle Dettlaff carrying Young, drunk Regis? Don't have to XD just an idea

It's too late, I did it

#the witcher 3 #dettlaff #regis #comics and doodles

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queenxxxsupreme · 2 years

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can i request a dettlaff with another higher vampire? maybe they're friends with regis and/or geralt? thank you!

A/N: These both literally were sent in in 2020 but I was keeping them because I love them and I love Dettlaff and I knew they’d be used one day 🤡🤡 I’m a terrible writer lmao I did change it up just a little but I hope it’s okay! and I um hope the two who sent these in are still around.... cause yeah 2 years....

Warnings: none, fluffy

The Rosemary and Thyme was rambunctious and lively as bards sang and performers dance for the crowd. Every table was crammed full and there was a large group of people dancing closer to the stage.

You were squeezed onto a bench between Dettlaff and Geralt. You were trying your best to contain your excitement, but it was quite difficult. Every now and then, you would find yourself clapping along with the music or even dancing in your seat. Being that the bench you were on was crowded, nearly every movement you made had you bumping into either Geralt or Dettlaff.

“You should go up there to dance, Y/N.” Geralt suggested, nodding to the crowd at the front of the room.

“You’re sittin’ there squirmin’ like you’ve got ants in your trousers.” Zoltan commented from across the table.

“It’s not often that I get to come to events like these.” You explained. “Dettlaff doesn’t enjoy them.”

“He looks like he’s being tortured. The poor sap.” Zoltan shifted his gaze to the higher vampire.

You turned your head to look at your husband.

He wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the bards or the performers. The look that was on his face screamed displeasure and discontent.

“Geralt is right, Y/N.” Regis spoke from the other side of Dettlaff. “You should go dance. You would enjoy it.”

“I would only go if someone joins me.”

Dettlaff could feel your eyes on him.

He shook his head, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“My heart–,”

“It would just be for a few minutes, Dettlaff.”

“And in those few minutes, I would make a fool of myself dancing to this kind of music.”

“Always dramatic, Dettlaff, my love.” You rubbed his arm with a little smile.

A couple minutes later, Priscilla was making her way on to the stage.

You began to cheer for your friend and even going as far as to stand up as you clapped.

“Dettlaff, look!”

“I see who it is, my dear.”

“Clap for her, Dettlaff!”

“Darling, our beloved Dettlaff is an old soul.” Regis put his hand on Dettlaff’s arm. “In every sense of the word.”

You returned to your seat, smoothing out your skirt and then taking a sip of your drink.

“What does that make us?” You raised a brow with a little grin.

“Young and lively, of course. While Dettlaff lives up to his age, we will never be older than one-hundred-and-twenty.”

“I like the sound of that.” You giggled.

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The night seemed to be over far too soon. You enjoyed the time spent with friends. Stories and drinks were shared, and there were many laughs.

After parting ways with everyone, you and Dettlaff began to walk by yourselves towards the inn you would be staying at.

With your arm hooked around his elbow, you leaned against him.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” You looked over at him.

“I always enjoy my nights spent with you.” He smiled tenderly at you. “Did you?”

“I had a fantastic evening.” You nodded. “The only thing that would have made it better would have been dancing with my husband.”

“Well, I don’t think that is something I can help you with.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know very well I don’t dance, especially not to that music.”

“You are so picky about what music you dance to.” You came to a stop and made him turn to face you. “I guess I will have to employ an orchestra from Toussaint to follow us around so that you will dance with me whenever I please.”

“Oh, I don’t think that is how that works.”

“Why not?” You giggled. “If I make sure we have the right music, why can’t we dance?”

“I only dance for you and you alone, my heart.”

“You really know how to charm me, don’t you?”

“I’ve had plenty of time to learn.” Large hands slipped around your waist and drew you in closer to him.

“We need to do this more often.” You kissed his cheek and then his lips. “Once a week.”

“I think once a decade is enough for me.”

“Oh, Dettlaff!” You groaned, pulling away from him to continue walking down the street. “You really are an old soul.”

“I know, my heart.”

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finleycannotdraw · 1 year

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Oh I have read your opinion on Dettlaff and I agree. But I disagree on Syanna. Dettlaff is very unfairly treated by the creators. Game almost force us to kill him. Both main paths lead to killing vampire. Sparing him by not taking some ribbon is hard to achieve. Who knew how this ribbon works.Just look at the titles of endings. 'good' is when both sisters survives 'neutral' is when only one of the them dies, and 'bad' is with both sisters dead. What about Dettlaff. Creators treated him like connon fodder completely disregarding his character. Syanna is the real beast in this story. Only person out of mind would use a higher vampire who is like god compared to people. Syanna knew exactly how dangerous Dettlaff is and what he is capable of doing but she decided to use him anyway. This makes her even more idiot. Not to mention she is the reason Roderik of Dun tynn killed his own brother. she was responsible for bloodshed in Dun tynne.You cant blame gunpowder for exploding if you are the one playing with matches. But no she is poor and hurt because they threw her out from palace, its normal that in this situation you set beast on people. I let her die and felt no mercy. And I could never understand why according to Cdpr she is the one who should survive in this dlc. Moral of this story? You can commit the worst crime but if you have contacts you can get away with it. It's shame that Cdpr promotes such thing

Okay, I totally and completely respect your stance, and I agree with you on most points! Thank you for sharing. I appreciate you.

Dettlaff deserved better, there’s no two ways about it. He’s villainized for being blackmailed and manipulated, which I hate. Should he have killed people? No. There are a lot of factors that make this complicated, but the answer is no. But does he deserve to be killed? ALSO NO. I adore Dettlaff. The reason I started to like him was because Regis is so adamant that he’s a good person, and after reading the books and playing b&w I don’t trust anyone more than Regis. I feel like a lot of people are wary about Dettlaff because of how reckless/emotional he is, and because his main story dynamic is with Syanna, who is an abuse survivor and a young woman. His feelings were justified but his actions were inexcusable.

On the topic of Syanna now. I understand your reasoning for hating her and wishing her dead, but I just can’t agree that the ideal ending is for her to die. Was there an excuse or even a good reason for what she did? No. She crossed so many lines you could call her hatching practice. But. Does she deserve to be killed? I don’t think so either! In my opinion (this is just my opinion; you are not obligated to agree with me), she deserves consequences for her actions, but she also deserves to learn how her actions affected people, and she deserves closure, and being killed by Dettlaff is not a good or satisfying ending for her character. She wasn’t just thrown out of the palace, she was mistreated for her whole childhood and blamed for all of her family’s problems! That’s a lot of weight on a kid. She is acting out of a trauma response and likely has no grasp on what healthy coping looks like. Some of my friends have more sympathy for her because she’s a woman in a misogynistic, witch-hunting society, which I do understand, but it’s not enough for me to forgive her. Her feelings were justified but her actions were inexcusable.

Do you see the dilemma here?

I don’t think either of them deserve death. Dettlaff deserves to heal and remove himself from the horrible situation, and Syanna deserves the chance to be held accountable for what she’s done. Anna Henrietta is valid in her desire to see her sister heal as well, especially because she was one of the perpetrators of Syanna’s horrible upbringing. We also get to interact with Dettlaff and Syanna more personably than we do with Eredin or even Gaunter O’Dimm and Olgierd von Everec! Dettlaff comes to talk to Geralt and apologizes to him, as directly as he can in the present company, and we spend time with Syanna in the Land of a Thousand Fables. They’re both very flawed, human characters, and we get to see multiple sides of them, which is one of the things I love about their storyline.

But again. They’re coming from entirely different places here. Syanna was abused as a child and decided to get a higher vampire to fall in love with her, then staged her own kidnapping to manipulate him into killing people who’d wronged her in the past, even though they weren’t her original abusers and we know Dettlaff wouldn’t kill anyone if he had a choice in the matter. Dettlaff? Well, he killed five men. And then he apologized for it, and said that he was just doing what he was told in order to ensure his lover’s safety. Dettlaff did way less direct harm than Syanna, and was much quicker to take responsibility for it. As far as I remember, Syanna hasn’t apologized for anything she did. So basically, I don’t think she deserves to die, but you’re totally valid in thinking that she does.

However, I will say without a doubt that the ending I will ALWAYS go for is the one where Syanna dies and you let Dettlaff go. It’s the best one in my opinion, but I still don’t like it. Someone else has said before that the point is that none of the endings were actually “good,” but this felt different to me. I wouldn’t say that CDPR is promoting that message, but I do wish that you as the player had more agency in what happens, and I wish there was an ending that actually felt good to get.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about this! It’s one of the things I’m very passionate about in this game, and the reason I’ve started to write a fix-it fic.

If anyone disagrees with what I’ve said, feel free to say so! Just remember to be respectful. :)

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

#the witcher #the witcher 3 #the witcher wild hunt #the witcher games #dettlaff van der eretein #dettlaff #blood and wine #tw3 #witcher meta #syanna #also like. one of my friends mentioned that they stopped listening to dettlaff’s side of the story when he pinned syanna against the wall.#I suppose i understand that but also. WOULDNT YOU BE ANGRY IF YOUD BEEN FORCED TO KILL PEOPLE TO SAVE YOUR LOVER AND THEN LEARNED THAT #YOUR LOVER WAS ACTUALLY THE ONE USING YOU THE WHOLE TIME????#because dettlaff is a man and syanna is a woman i feel like people’s opinions on their trauma and their trauma responses are skewed.#as well as just their characters and worldviews in general!#they both did bad things. but i think they both deserve a better ending.#THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK #long post #man this got way longer than i expected. I am passionate about these fictional characters everyone

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afroplatypus · 1 year

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A shy young ‘Laff

#I like to think his style hasn’t changed massively but he tamed his hair a bit #dettlaff #the witcher #art #the witcher 3 #dettlaff van der eretein #young!dettlaff #watercolour #painting #ink #watercolor

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witcher-fam · 2 years

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Summary:

Two higher vampires and a young human woman made for quite an unlikely pack, indeed - but you, Dettlaff, and Regis would have it no other way.

As fate would have it, it is that bond of friendship that may end up saving not only Beauclair, but also the two vampires themselves.

Or:

The story of how you, Dettlaff, and Regis forge an unbreakable bond of friendship and family - and how this bond is nurtured and tested over time.

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Spoilers for "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt", its "Blood and Wine DLC", "Regis Journey" in "GWENT: The Witcher Card Game", and "The Witcher" Books.

Warnings: Injury, accidents, near-death experiences, and other content warnings found at the beginning of each chapter (more tags will be added as the story progresses).

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Hi everyone! It slipped my mind to share the second chapter here on Tumblr (my bad!), but here it is now! I have a bit more schoolwork to take care of, but I'm working on the third chapter as we speak, and it'll hopefully be up soon! 😄

This is a reader-insert featuring Regis and Dettlaff. The relationship between the reader and both vampires is purely platonic, with a growing found family dynamic! 😄

I hope you all have a wonderful day!! 😄

#witcher 3 #the witcher 3 #the witcher 3 spoilers #emiel regis #dettlaff van der eretein #dettlaff x reader #regis x reader #tw: blood #tw: injury #witcher 3: blood and wine dlc #blood and wine spoilers #the witcher spoilers

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sangrealsarchive · 1 year

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to accompany my dragon age brainrot, i have a new joint dai verse with my best bud @nazaeir. i’d love to be able to write some da threads, so if youre a da muse or have a da verse, pls reach out for some plotting !

DA VERSE: raised in the minrathous circle, celine displayed exceptional magical abilities from a young age that helped ward off any disdain towards her lack of familial status. having been orphaned at a young age, her talents allowed her to thrive within the circle despite the absence of any allies or mentors within the imperium.

she steadily rose through the circle’s ranks, achieving the rank of enchanter for her research on the occult & the arcane, along with a proficiency for elemental magic. her swift ascendancy stalled when she fell in love with a nobleman named dettlaff van der eretein after their chance encounter at a gathering within the city. knowing that their relationship would never be allowed and unwilling to risk being torn from each other (or his secrets being revealed), they fled to orlais and lived quietly & happily within val royeaux, with her acting as an herbalist & him a toymaker. however, after great hesitation and much discussion, they decided to offer their talents to aid the inquisition.

celine can be recruited alongside dettlaff at the winter palace if the inquisitor displays empathy towards mages & elves or hostility towards the chantry. from there, she can offer research & insight towards any ancient or dark magic the inquisitor is interested in, as well as crafting numerous potions that aid in regeneration & healing, though usually does not accompany the inquisitor & any companions on excursions from skyhold.

#my true dragon age take: varric is the romance we all deserve but cant get #also at this point i just cant not have celine w dett its just how it works #my blog my big dumb rules!!

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rhenawed · 1 year

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Syanna’s Verses Moodboard: The True Beast of Beauclair (The Witcher / Main & Canon)

Sylvia Anna... A lovely name, don't you think? This beauty should come as no surprise, given it's the name of the daughter of a duke and the sister of a duchess. Yet the fate Syanna (as her intimates called her) met was not as beautiful as might have been suspected for one so well-born – though, as it turns out, she had in truth been born rather inopportunely. She came into this world during an eclipse and thus fell victim to the panic surrounding the Curse of the Black Sun, which was said to affect young girls from ruling families birthed in similar circumstances. Though Geralt had serious doubts whether this curse truly existed, many claimed it caused horrible mutations which filled its victims with cruelty and a desire to kill.

Syanna's parents certainly seemed to be among the believers in the curse, for they deemed her too dangerous to be allowed to remain at court and forced her into exile. Syanna then fled to Nazair and soon, for all intents and purposes, dropped off the face of the planet.

Anna Henrietta, full of sisterly love and compassion, spent years mourning the absence of Syanna, who had officially been declared missing and presumed dead. When she surfaced again, however, their reunion was not one of familial joy. Syanna despised Anna Henrietta and did not wish even to speak to her.

This reluctance might have had something to do with the fact that, moments earlier, Syanna had been unmasked as a murderer...

Details/Headcanons:

1. Follows the different canon routes of Blood & Wine where Syanna can either forgive her sister, or not, or ends up in Dettlaff’s clutches or somehow escapes into the fablesphere.

#VISAGE ;; Sylvia Anna #ABOUT ;; The cursed monster of a princess #v; The True Beast of Beauclair #blood & wine #Syanna verses

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of-toussaint · 2 years

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Notes From Corvo Bianco

Chapter: 4/5

Rating: M (implied/offscreen smut)

Words: 1.6k (chapter) /9.1k (total)

Relationships: Regis/Dettlaff/Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Summary: The retired life of Geralt and his family, as told through notes, transcripts, and found correspondences.

(read chapter 4 below, or on AO3)

Transcript of a conversation overheard near a table during Lammasday festivities, well after dark:

Lambert: (pushing himself out of his chair) ’m gonna go find another round. Any requests?

Yennefer: Thank you, but I’m fine.

(In the next chair over, Eskel smiles, but shakes his head no. Geralt similarly declines, studying the half-inch of cloudy liquor in the tumbler he holds. Dettlaff, having no drink to begin with, merely quirks an eyebrow in silence as Lambert meanders away into the crowd.)

Eskel: (slurring, but only a little) Someone should probably go with him. To... keep him out of trouble.

Yennefer: Is that your way of volunteering?

Eskel: Ha! Nah, I’ll stay right here. Night’s too young to start playing babysitter. Haven’t even beaten Geralt at cards yet.

Geralt: Looking to get back what I won off you yesterday? Your luck is dubious even when you’re sober.

Eskel: Ah, you’re all talk. Lay ‘em down, Wolf.

Geralt: Think I’ll pass. My coin is staying in my pockets.

Eskel: Bah, you’re no fun. (squinting at Dettlaff) What about you? They teach you how to play cards in Nazair? Or is that too much of a... y’know... human thing?

Dettlaff: It is not. (plucking the deck out of Eskel’s hands; Eskel huffs, his reaction a half-second too slow. Dettlaff chuckles at him.) Let us hope that your luck is better than your reflexes. What—

(a hand thuds on the table between them, supporting the weight of its owner, more inebriated by far than those already present)

Jaskier: Hellooooo to my lovely companions, on this, an equally lovely night! You’re as fair as the weather, each and every one of you. And as charming as the music! Which isn’t nearly so charming as what I could produce, of course, but the point remains.

Yennefer: (laughing) Bard. I see you’re enjoying yourself.

Jaskier: Oh I am, my lovely sorceress. I am indeed.

(circling behind Eskel’s back, he deposits himself with a flourish into the chair previously occupied by Lambert, next to Geralt. Tilting across Geralt’s lap, he nuzzles his face against Yennefer’s shoulder and into her hair.)

Geralt: (indignant) Jask. Why.

Yennefer: Oh, don’t pretend you don’t love it when he’s like this.

Eskel: I mind. He just kicked me in the knee.

Jaskier: (voice somewhat muffled by hair) I apologize, my dear witcher. My feet simply cannot control themselves. I was made for dancing! (clumsily extracting himself from his perch on Yennefer’s shoulder; he turns his affectionate—if slightly bleary—gaze upon Geralt) It’s such a noble and amusing way to pass the time, really, we should do it more often. Geralt, darling. Won’t you come and dance with me?

Geralt: (grumbling) You can’t even stand upright.

Jaskier: You wound me. I can stand—perfectly—well— (he keels to the left, shuffling his feet under him. Staggering a little, he manages to stand, leaning one arm on Geralt’s shoulder) See!

Geralt: The picture of grace. I take it all back.

Jaskier: Hmph. With an attitude like that, you’re only fortunate I like you. (betraying his tone, he leans down to press a kiss to the side of Geralt’s temple; then he rounds on Eskel) Well, if I can’t have one charming witcher, perhaps I’ll have luck with another. Eskel, my friend!

Eskel: No.

Jaskier: Why, the nerve. I haven’t even asked you yet.

Eskel: Ah, my mistake. Go on.

Jaskier: Won’t you dance with me?

Eskel: …

Eskel: No.

Jaskier: (melodramatic) A travesty, is what this is. Why you’re all so dour on Lammas, of all days, I can’t fathom. It’s a harvest festival, by the gods! You’re meant to make merry. Yennefer. Charming, beautiful, terrifying Yennefer. Would you perhaps...?

Yennefer: (having relocated herself to Geralt’s lap in Jaskier’s wake, and stealing his drink) Not just now, bardling. I’m afraid I’m quite comfortable.

(Jaskier heaves himself out from between Eskel and Geralt with a sigh. Stumbling back a pace, he catches a hand on the back of Eskel’s chair. He sinks to the ground behind it, leaving him roughly at eye level to Dettlaff’s knees.)

Jaskier: This is ridiculous. I’ve never felt so betrayed. (propping his chin on Dettlaff’s leg; he rolls his eyes up toward him) Don’t worry, I know what you’ll say already. You’re always brooding.

Dettlaff: (returning his gaze with something that, on anyone else, might almost be fond amusement) I do not brood, Jaskier.

Jaskier: You do too! You’re the very model of a broody... brooding... something-or-other.

Dettlaff: Eloquent.

Jaskier: No question who you learned your manners from, either. (he scrambles up, depositing himself with more exuberance than grace onto the vampire’s lap) Come on, you must know why they do it. You’re just like them. With your ridiculous—(he gently pokes Dettlaff’s chin)—charming—(taps him on the end of the nose)—broody face.

[Eskel, aside: Survival instincts aren’t his greatest strength, are they?

Geralt: That’s one way to put it.]

Dettlaff: Hmm.

(sounds of a commotion)

Jaskier: (upside down, over a shoulder) Hey!

Dettlaff: You wanted my company. I feel compelled to indulge you.

Yennefer: (chuckling) At close range, no doubt.

(he strides away in the direction of the estate, Jaskier still draped across his shoulder. Several steps away, the bard apparently decides he finds the situation agreeable, after all. The sounds of bawdy singing trail away after them, interspersed by the vampire’s quiet laughter.)

Eskel: … should we be worried about that?

Geralt: No. He’ll be fine.

Yennefer: Better than, even. I believe he’s found the entertainment he was so assiduously seeking.

Lambert: (reappearing at the side of the table, wine bottle in hand) What’d I miss? I thought I saw your bard headed this way, Wolf. Where’d he disappear to?

Eskel: (snickers)

Yennefer: (smirks)

Geralt: (straight-faced) Dancing lessons.

A memo from the assistant vintner, detailing the loss of a barrel of wine to “misadventure” incurred Lammas eve:

“...regarding the damage done, for the most part the cellar structure itself was left mercifully unscathed. None of the storage racks received more than light scorch marks and a few sword nicks. And, fortunately, none of the other barrels were damaged beyond the embedding of a few splinters. It could have been worse. We discovered this morning that one piece of shrapnel has embedded itself several inches deep into the ceiling, on the other side of the room. The workmen offered to extract it, but with your blessing, messere, I believe I’ll have them leave it there. As an object lesson.

The brunt of the cleanup has been the liquid, of course. Sixty gallons of Pomino doesn’t simply evaporate away into nothing (despite how often this otherwise appears to be the case). And while we’ve had spills in the cellar before, to my knowledge this is the first time anyone has ever detonated a barrel of wine by means of witcher signs. Or, to be frank, any other method.

I will leave the questioning of the witcher Lambert to your discretion, messere. In any case he was far enough into his cups last night, upon staggering out into the latter hours of the celebration drenched head-to-heel in wine, that we could not ascertain exactly what had compelled him to demonstrate his witchering within the confines of our cellar. All his lady would say on the subject (mysteriously dry herself, though she’d been in there with him; I suppose sorcery is good for some things) was to reassure him that he’d been very impressive.

As to where he is now, I’d check the cellar first. He’s been in there all morning, helping us scrub even through his hangover. He’s a man who cleans up his own messes, I give him that.”

Regis’ notebook, slightly scorched at the edges:

IV Lammas 1277

- Stock of burn poultices is now in excellent condition. Those prepared in advance of the Lammas celebration turned out to be unnecessary, as I suspected would be the case. Nevertheless, having them on hand did go quite some way to putting Barnabas-Basil's mind at ease. “An ounce of prevention,” as it were.

- The final mixture (batch 36) performed spectacularly. I don’t believe I flatter myself to suggest that no fireworks have ever been received with such delight. Lambert in particular was quite taken with the whole display. Geralt related to me that he has always maintained something of a professional curiosity regarding incendiary materials.

- Geralt further related to me that, unless I am prepared to take up traveling with him and attending to the inevitably resultant injuries, under no circumstances is Lambert to be allowed access to my notes.

A curl of parchment, slipped under the front door to one of the many cottages on the outskirts of Corvo Bianco. The message is penned in a hand that is obviously unpracticed, but just as obviously enthusiastic:

“Roderik & Mary & family:

On behaf of the happy couple, tis my honor to extend to you an invitation to a wedding. May it be known that Ida Zajac of Zevada & Ettore Agostini will wed a fortnight hence on the grounds of the vinyard. Also on behaf of Idas mum Rilka and myself, we’d wondered if little Joanna would like to carry flowers for the bride during the seremony?

Blessings and thank ye,

Malka Laska”

A hastily scribbled note, left atop the workbench in Regis’ laboratory:

“Just curious, old man—what was in those fireworks? That extended burn was incredible. You could do so much with that! Catch up with me before we hit the road, I’ve got some great ideas.

-Lambert”

#geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #dettlaff van der eretein #emiel regis #lambert #eskel #the witcher #witcher 3 #fanfic #lambert you absolute madman (affectionate)#only one chapter to go! woo!

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Time is vastly different for higher vampires. Some of her kin insisted that they are naturally mortal, that in their own homeland they could be killed or consumed by the weight of years, just like elven species of this realm. The language itself, still spoken, offered a few hints to support their extravagant, dubious point. Why else would they need a word for 'a grave', if the death by time recognized them not? Orianna pounders over the theory, blinking at the sun from the high balcony of Mandragora, an empty estate filled with impatient quiet under the midday sun. She holds no ground in this dispute, namely, because she likes riddles more than she likes answers, as Emiel Regis put it once. Mayhapse, the old bat is right. True answers are rare and the majority of what seems true and proven leads to a true deceit, in the end. She ought to have missed her children. Many are gone, and many held her interest and earned her appreciation. Yet the dead mortals seem to be more substantial, more well-formed in their brief, spasmodic span of life. By the time they leave the threshold of the orphanage, Orianna is able to crack their heart and predict what sort of a person they would make, no matter how the world would twist their path to their self. Thusly, her strange habit of keeping a chest of what the children called "a parting token", or simply "a parting". But the traditions are sacred in Toussaint, and even the secluded orphans appears to take the notion into their blood and create their own. If the child chooses to stray away from her, "the parting" is shown to all and then returned to the child, to be presented when they return to Orianna again. Well they do know that she can recognize her children by the whiff of blood, yet they persist. Many of the things they give her are ridiculous. No thief, no matter how greedy and threadbare, would be tempted to empty that chest. Still, every time the unsentimental sun-eyed opens it herself she can not take anything away and give it to the fire, as her own tradition predicts to do with lost parts of her athumicas. It makes a chore when she changes names and places. It is completely and utterly useless. The illogical pleasure she experiences while playing with the ghosts of her children - the only form of ghosts vampires can perceive - should make her marble forehead crease in disapproval. In her heart of heart Orianna prays to the two moons, that nosy Emiel Regis shall never find the chest and ask after its contents. She misses Emiel too - young, rakish and broken - and another Emiel - wise, rakish and no less broken, yet wearing a brave half-lie of a promise to himself. That's the way with higher vampires, the body never changes, yet many persons inhabit it during one endless lifetime. Orianna shakes her head and wonders if it is the sun that affects her so, and whether she should pay a surprise visit to Dettlaff in Nazair, where the sun is as flippant as their Duchess and doesn't stay long. Her little brother hates surprises vehemently, after all, the sun-eyed-vampiress smiles, and the unreigned smile cuts her lips like a crescent moon.

#thank you very much for the ask #a hairpin may look like mere ornament (ladysunbite headcanons)

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