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“We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.”

Independent Dettlaff Van Der Eretein from the Witcher 3 DLC: Blood and Wine. Non-selective and open to AU, OC, and crossovers. Discord given to mutuals only. Personals do not interact.

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PROMPTS FROM A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES * assorted dialogue from the novel, adjust as necessary

don't feel bad for one moment about doing what brings you joy.

be glad of your human heart.

has anyone ever taken care of you?

i heard you scream.

i figured that would get you to stop crying.

stop? don't pretend you care, human.

what is that bruise?

before you start yelling...

do you lie awake at night to come up with all your witty replies for the following day?

i'm tired and lonely, and you're the only person i can talk to without putting myself at risk.

you can leave if you're just going to insult me.

i would have been gentle with you, though.

pity those who don't feel anything at all.

when i kill, i do it slow.

killing is easier in pants.

i didn't want to consider what the punishment might have been.

we're too powerful, too bored with immortality, to be checked by anything else.

i wanted you everywhere. i was drowning in that need.

i don't particularly enjoy losing, so i took it upon myself to become good at them.

what's it doing?

why are you telling me this?

i don't think it's absurd at all.

remember the last time you ignored my warning?

fear no evil.

would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here?

i might die of surprise. you made a joke, [name].

your hair is... clean.

when the legends get written, i don't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines.

look how you're trying not to cry out in terror.

i didn't want you to fight alone. or die alone.

you don't hold on to power by being everyone's friend.

each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out.

against slavery, against tyranny, i would gladly go to my death, no matter whose freedom i was defending.

i love you. thorns and all.

for someone with a heart of stone, yours is certainly soft these days.

we need hope, or else we cannot endure.

i threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

you look... better than before.

it's a rare day indeed when someone thanks you for bringing them to their death.

if i offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss too?

you humans are truly grateful creatures, aren't you.

well... goodbye for now.

you didn't ask.

the answer to the riddle is love.

you don't look half as bad now.

everything i love has always had a tendency to be taken from me.

i wouldn't want to die alone.

you didn't need to bargain with me.

how am i to blame?

the tunic isn't as pretty as a dress.

what have you done to me?

do you ever stop being so serious and dull?

make it go away.

i'd prefer not to wear that dress.

do you ever stop being such a prick?

i would have taken a very, very long time.

i'd want someone to hold my hand until the end, and awhile after that.

you didn't tell me this would happen.

your human joy fascinates me - the way you experience things in your life span, so wildly and deeply and all at once is... entrancing.

i'm drawn to it, even though i shouldn't be, even when i try not to be.

there was nothing that could slow me down.

i don't know why i feel so tremendously ashamed of myself for leaving them.

all those years... what i did for them... and they didn't try to stop you from taking me.

you might have gotten away with it.

i came to claim the one i love.

i hadn't thought of it as a weakness until now.

rpmemes-galore

Forgive? ❌

Burn their world to the ground? ✔️

#;; musings

#;; isms #( dett paying his bills )

rosenazair

#;; isms #;; musings

alibonbonn

one of the most ship dynamics of all time

#;; beloved || relationships.#;; musings

stillectric-deactivated20170707

The cries of all the things that ought to die resonate inside my heart Stabbing me in a blind fury like a child desperate and lost

The air I take in with each breath is alien It burns me from within reminding me that I cannot renounce the vow The time is now Of what are you innocent? You carried contraband into my mind as if you couldn’t kill me dead enough Your waste is in my blood It’s never going to stop I played along but now I do no longer know just how (x)

#;; musings

ladyennefers

☙ syanna, syanna. i’ve a question i must ask you. did you truly feign it all? that which bound us was a…ruse? dettlaff, it’s not that simple…

#;; isms

beardof

🍷

#;; visage #emiel regis #( why is this cute??? )

Concept: instead of syanna getting yeeted to fablesphere when dett goes to murder her, it’s dettlaff that does.

#ooc #tbd #( yes I get it that there are hard decisions you have to make blah blah )#( but you’re also telling me that geralt can weaken a high vampire to near death )#( fucc off with that )#( let the trash man die )#( or let dett live you cowards)

dettlaff-van-der-eretein

lilithhexe

Regis gallant as ever and Dettlaff…Dettlaff is trying…

#;; musings #( pls he’s feral )

Concept: Dettlaff bites you but it sounds like a desktop stapler

#ooc #tbd

“ yes it’s dangerous, that’s why it’ll be fun ! ”

**pinterest quotes pt. two || @goldscalesandwitchertales

Pain wrought itself in a heart that did not beat, a chest that would never know the permanence of it being stilled, and yet, it ached. Hollowed out by a love once felt seemingly years ago -- a memory so fresh and far away that it nearly consumed him as the blood thirst did. Anger and sorrow coiling around a head on whose shoulders bore immortality raw enough that time slipped unnoticed through the hours spent half hidden in a lair he had once used many years ago. A promise of never returning to the world beyond its walls echoed in the tatters of furniture and tapestries alike -- desolation amidst every corner and a warning to those who would dare enter. He would remain listless coiled in a tumult of bedding and fabric as half man, half beast rested fitfully amongst mute stone halls. Banishing the memories that sought to render him to nothingness.

Somewhere in the recesses of sleep did the air shift with another presence -- a jumble of words spoken near muffled to ears unfocused and half awake. He cared not for who had disturbed him -- the thought of others a distant recollection made up entirely out of his own mind -- a fallacy conjured by loneliness and starvation, he assumed. Lids parted slightly to reveal an image of an elf peering down at him, an expression somewhere between surprise and could be seen through blurred cerulean vision.

“Begone, you're in danger.”, came words more wearied than the threat desired. Weakened by the days unmeasured and the ache of an empty stomach.

“you would tempt fate...?”

#v;; tbd #goldscalesandwitchertales #( have a depressedlaff )#( very emaciated from sorrow ;( )

“ i may be smaller than most people, but i will fight. ”

**pinterest quotes pt. two || @elara-the-bootblack

Blood scented the air, as fresh as dew on an early morn. A waft of it had fluttered his way, kissing the tip of his nose before burning itself there, evoking the deep ceaseless desire to cleanse his palate on its source. A hunger never ending, he knew, yet would grant this invitation with his presence -- a curiosity of what bade him. Crimson mists coiled around its unseen path under a moon shining white -- illuminating snow covered ground to a near sheen of secondary sunlight despite the world having been bathed it night. The aroma drew him within an open window to where fog pooled on rough hewn wooden floors, swaying with the cold wind that followed -- reforming, stacking, until becoming a solid shape of him. He was spectre to what scene laid before him, a woman, no, child lain in sheets stained with the ichor that called to him even now with such vigor. Cream, sickly, skin stilled under the fabric bound around a feminine form near death. the subtle rise and fall of breath, the tepid fluttering of a heart were the indication of the life that still lingered there amidst his empathetic gaze. Soft, yet urgent, weak, yet defiant words breathed out to him as a warning -- but the delicate features that rallied them spoke of a fear that was half hidden in dulled eyes of aqua.

"You yet live...?” he spoke, each word more of a admission of sympathy, unthreatening -- gentle even to what a monster could bear. “This suffering... I could end it. If you wish.”

#elara-the-bootblack #v;; tbd #( hello !!)#( I love the energy you've placed on your blog?#Like you have literal acts of her life written out and lordy I CAN ONLY WISH I HAD THAT FOCUS )#( I havent read everything but I'm tryin so please bear with me )#( I have two braincells )