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[ 𝔥𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥. ] a highly selective & canon divergent role-play blog for 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐟𝐟 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 [ the beast of beauclair ] originally from cd projekt red's the witcher 3: wild hunt, blood and wine ( dlc ). this blog features mature && triggering content intended for mature audiences, only accepting writing partners 𝟸𝟷+. beta editor only. personals && minors dni.
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊. tba
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a hug from dettlaff could heal someone...js
dettlaff when humans....
the little selkie grins as she prances up to detlaff. hands are behind her back & she rocks back on her heels for a moment before revealing a spiral seashell , in almost pristine condition. " for you. " she hums.
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, encouraged by the waves that drew upon the sands with a soft “shush”. dettlaff did not frequent the coast often outside of travel, and even then would barely set boot upon the sand. still, he enjoyed the coastal areas he knew, and very much enjoyed the view of the ocean in all it’s vast beauty. it never failed to capture his gaze. yet, here now, with company; his attention was torn in two. watching that of the ocean and of the selkie who walked the shallows of this cove. she moved with a sense of joy and belonging, stooping every so often to knick or finger something worthy of her attention. dettlaff looked on with a soft gaze.
when she stood before him, dettlaff watched with an amusement that feigned suspicion, but made no attempt to spoil the surprise which she hid behind her back. she remained silent a moment, building a sense of suspense which he found all the more amusing. when at last she revealed to him the shell; a small and fragile thing. he smiled, a small but genuine smile revealing his approval.
his hesitant hand reached forward to pluck the shell between two fingers but is quick to retreat, in favor of receiving it upon an open palm. he was nearly afeared to touch it, afeared to break it. with one hand he cradles the shell and the other he places gently, affectionately upon her cheek as he addresses her. ❛ 𝔦 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱. 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰. ❜ / @anishael
greater isminthyians don't require blood to survive, but lesser isminthyians do. to a greater isminthyian, blood that comes from any source other than another greater isminthyian affects them the same way alcohol would a human. different creatures & ages are like different kinds & vintages, and it is fairly easy for an isminthyian to become addicted to blood. when it comes to dettlaff, he does partake in the blood consumption of other creatures but it's not something he does often. he'll drink mortal alcohol more often than he'll drink their blood. he's more of a social drinker, i'd say.
debating on whether or not the isminthyians were revered as gods in their own world with the knowledge of it being lost now that they inhabit a new world...
to the personals who keep liking my lore post... thanks but also catch this here block one time.
in that moment, a sudden realization washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore. it was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing truths hidden in plain sight. the walls surrounding the castle that once felt protective now seemed confining. the duties & expectations with her title felt heavy on her shoulders.
☾. isminthyians: a general history. — "that which diminishes, brings misery"
it was one thousand and five hundred years ago, during an event known as the conjunction of spheres in which isminthyians, along with many other "unnatural" creatures, were pulled from their home realm and into another. a realm originally belonging to beings such as elves, dwarves, gnomes, and other like beings.
very quickly did the the isminthyians learn of their near invincibility upon this plane and thus between the three ancient tribes that arrived; the tdet, who migrated east, the ammurun who went west, and lastly, the gharasham who remained. a pact was formed, forbidding the slaying of their own kind.
though this land was wholly unfamiliar in nearly all aspects, the isminthyians, who were masters of their home world, set to work immediately to make their newfound home to their liking. they sprouted fortresses such as; tesham mutna, where they would conduct research on humans, as well as cage them like animals to be used as a food source.
their ways were extremely cruel as they cared very little for any existence aside from their own. their research and experiments, in order to understand better how humans tick, would almost always lead to the death of their test subjects. they believed mortality to be an great inconvenience, yet accept no fault as "they did not create the species of human, and thus are not responsible for their excessive frailty".
during their research, isminthyians came to discover that uncaged humans were far happier and produced a better tasting blood than those caged, thus they constructed villages in which they would allow their humans to roam free. the inhabitants of these villages were not unaware of the isminthyians and many of them, provided protection and a better environment, were happy to be useful to their masters. alongside the human flocks were set a number of overseers, humans specially chosen who were both chemically altered and gifted with ceremonial armors, acting on behalf of the isminthyians. they watched over the villages and reported all activity ( such as births, illnesses, etc ) to their masters.
the free range method of humans became the popular option among the isminthyians to the point where nearly all capture methods ceased. trouble would come, however, when one vampire; khagmar, began feeding as he liked. wiping out not only their constructed villages but those belonging entirely to the humans as well. this would lead to humans hiring witchers and sorcerers in order to hunt isminthyians. it is during this time that the isminthyians first heard the word "vampire".
isminthyians can not die by swords or spells, or any other means this new realm possesses. however, humans, proving relentless in their hunt for them, became enough of a nuisance to cause a great majority of isminthyians to abandon all they have created thus far and go further into hiding. khagmar, having been the source of their ruin, was subjected to severe punishment. locked away for hundreds of years inside tesham mutna, where all that remained was the means for his torture. those that believed they could revive the experiments, though they abandoned tesham mutna, did not stray far.
those that departed from tesham mutna set to work researching "vampires", and before long they began to wipe the species out, assuming their place. as vampires were found most often to be solitary creatures, the gharasham then began to spread themselves thinly across the land. this proved to be less of a risk should another situation similar to khagmar arise.
this all, however, took place very long ago...
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unknown // richard siken, litany in which some things are crossed out // hera lindsay bird, I KNEW I LOVED YOU WHEN YOU SHOWED ME YOUR MINECRAFT WORLD // warsan shire // clementine von radics, the next time we talk on facebook // amal el-mohtar and max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war // k.c. cramm, christmas eve forever
this is a syanna simp blog.
to drop my isminthyian lore in parts or make it one big post.. hmmm hmmm 🤔
despite not being a vampire himself, i think dettlaff, were he given the chance ( i.e, if the past crimes of isminthyian against vampires were put aside ), he'd happily accept vampires into his pack and as one of his own.
my name is aleksander morozova, but i have had a hundred names & i have committed a thousand crimes. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. i do not repent! all i did, i did for ravka , written by lissi. ( 25+. she/they )
aleksander morozova , from the sab series , netflixs show , canon divergent. mutuals only , oc friendly. 21+ only . this blog contains dark themes, discretion advised.
𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. the sound, the weight, the rhythm… even in their quietest of approaches, he knew them. his back is turned to them and in his arms lay a soldier, limp and whimpering. his neck bleeding profusely. the soldier whispers. strained, soft, pleading; “ ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝… 𝑚𝑒. “. ❛ 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 ! ❜ dettlaff commands, his voice rising above the soldier’s whisper. there is a sense of panic lurking beneath the surface of his tone, but something else exists alongside it. something dark, something hungry. ❛ 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔫’𝔱 !! ❜ he shouts. the man in his arms continues to whine, reaching out for the children and dettlaff cannot stay his hand, ruled by anger. his panic muddled now with fear and shame. he stands the man upright, forcing the soldier to meet his gaze before cutting his throat. yet his dagger rests within it's sheath upon his back. the body drops to the floor in time with his hands at his sides. long, clawed, and trembling... they were never to see this side of him.
he cannot concentrate. cannot force humanity back upon his features so that he might face them, so that he might comfort them, so that he might explain. ❛ 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤... ❜ he speaks slow, forcing a calm over his voice, yet it leaves him in growled frustration. ❛ 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢... 𝔤𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨. 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭. 𝔦... ❜ he hesitates. still unable to manage any semblance of calm or comfort. ❛ 𝔦 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢. ❜ / @defailer & @soldevour
𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 met with the tempered steel of a battleaxe. the ringing of the clash echoing in the silence that follows. his eyes widen and all too quickly does a face once twisted with monstrous rage return to the guise it held before. ❛ 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰, ❜ he speaks, claws shrinking again to simple fingers. ❛ 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢. ❜ dettlaff takes a moment to straighten his coat. perfect his image before casting a curious eye on the tiefling. ❛ 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱... 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢? ❜ / @heartafire
❛ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢. ❜ dettlaff notes with a small but curious smile. ❛ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔯𝔰... ❜ his brows curve with interest, looking the man over. ❛ 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰… 𝔦 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢. 𝔦 𝔞𝔪 𝔲𝔫𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔰. ❜ in truth, dettlaff holds no shame over his lack of knowledge, but his words are spoken as an invitation, should wyll feel open to the sharing his heroic escapades. / @hellpact
