#go dettlaff go

[imageingrunge]

Ai's wolfgang in Dettlaff cosplay

[rohantohu]

I've been having this on my mind for years, now it bursting up, y'all in danger.

Click keep reading if you brave enough

relax, Regis just accidentally spilled his auto-pixelating white potion, on Dettlaff's severed hand. nothing else

[starwrittenfates]

𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎/𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎

aka in which I give Dettlaff the backstory that he hardly got in the game. I'm mixing some things from the books and the games together, along with some personal headcanons about vampires and their lore with the help of DnD.

CREATING HIS PACK --- Since his youth, Dettlaff has always been shy, quiet, and sensitive, preferring the company of lesser vampires. Thanks to his unique talent for "Herd Mentality", bringing lesser vampires of all kind towards him and to answer his call, he was able to create his own pack. In his pack, Dettlaff is the leader and caretaker, taking his job seriously and is deeply attached to his pack. The Bruxa of Corvo Bianco was a part of it as Dettlaff mentions her being "his favorite Bruxa" in the game. This same pack is also the group of lesser vampire's he has to attack Beauclair btw. (I'll make a headcanon on his pack some other time.)

GHARASHAM TRIBE & BRUTE OF LYRIA --- While following his tribe and mostly staying to the Northern Realms, Dettlaff would stay to himself and take care of his pack. However, on rare occasions, he would interact with humans. In one certain interaction around Lyria in 964, he had come across a poor young boy who had shown him kindness, offering him an apple when he was starving himself, not expecting anything in return. It was the first spark and interaction with humanity he had experienced, leaving a profound effect on him, even once he heard that the Brute of Lyria had killed the young boy. While Dettlaff usually didn't involve himself into human matters, this enraged him, bringing him to find and slew the monster, but not wishing to draw unwanted attention to himself, he planted the dagger with a nearby sleeping hunter so that the people would praise him for slaying the monster instead.

MEETING RHENA, HIS MATE--- Centuries later, Dettlaff had found himself in Metinna, where he accidentally ran into a young woman who had figured out what he was and trailed him. Intending to just scare her off, he tried to jump out at her in an alley, baring his fangs, but instead of sending her running, the woman, who went by the name Rhena, became intrigued. The two then met up several more times before Dettlaff fell hard and fast, declaring Rhena as his mate and a member of his pack. As Regis states in the game, Rhena was "his one-time lover. The sole human with whom Dettlaff was very close. Because she accepted him. With her aid and care, he found a place for himself in this hostile world. She began the work that I strive to continue." Regis also claims to have never met Rhena, saying she left before Dettlaff came around to save him (Regis) and that Dettlaff thinks she is missing. From this point on, Dettlaff tries to make it his mission to find her.

STYGGA CASTLE & REGENERATION OF REGIS --- While on the move to try and find his missing mate, one day Dettlaff had sensed another Higher Vampire in distress. This was when he discovered Regis (or at least the lump that he had been melted into) and chose to save him instead of leave him behind. Using a significant amount of his own blood and patience, Dettlaff nursed the other vampire back to health, treating Regis like a member of his pack. And in a way, Regis had become a member of his pack, quite literally becoming Dettlaff's blood brother, creating a special bond between them. During their time together while Dettlaff helped regenerate him, they got to know each other, swapping stories. This was when Dettlaff told Regis a little about Rhena and how he thought she was missing. Not long after, Dettlaff and Regis parted ways so Dettlaff could continue his search for Rhena.

TOUSSAINT AND THE START OF THE BEAST OF BEAUCLAIR --- By 1275, while his findings brought him to Nazair and another dead end, this was when Dettlaff got word that his beloved Rhena had been abducted and was being held hostage and the only way to free her was for the vampire to do what the abductors instructed: namely, kill 5 people that lived in Toussaint and whose names would be delivered to him by individual letters. He made his way to Toussaint, taking up residence in the abandoned Rocking Horse shop and using it as his base of operations.

[lif3lessb0dy]

the most important choice:

Play Witcher II or Witcher III

in Witcher 2 is Iorveth but in Wild Hunt is Dettlaff

I LOVE BOTH AND CANT DECIDE

[ineffable-omen]

I had to see my traumatising old Witcher drawings so you have to aswell 😟 I can't

[polo-yaoman]

forgot that dettlaff is just a dark souls boss and his ultimate attack is to crush my whole fucking pc

[cosmos-coma]

Hey guys!!

I’m gonna be heading out to Alaska again for a few weeks since I still don’t have enough money for a new car.

I won’t have good internet (or much energy after my 12 hour shifts) so I won’t be posting but I’m hoping to write a lot (and work on the multiple series I have in the vault right now hehehe). BUT:

If you guys have any head cannon requests or short oneshots I hope to put some out in the next few days to make up for the lapse! I’d really love it!!

[sebdoesthings]

@finleycannotdraw

Wish there was something like that. A good ending, where everyone survives, because of his talking skills.

[afriendtoravens]

:: conversations in the dark // emiel regis x geralt of rivia // for @bloodandwhite ::

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It was quiet here. There was a certain peace and tranquility that often accompanied time spent with Geralt in the evenings. Here in the Mère-Lachaiselongue Cemetery they would have to part ways, though. They knew as much, had said as much earlier while they chatted over a roaring fire and hooch.

While the witcher slept, Regis lost himself to dark and somber thoughts. He had to go. The loneliness bit away at him, eager to have him walking a different path so it could torment him relentlessly, no doubt. He loathed the way it made his stomach turn. It was time to leave. Toussaint was no longer safe for vampires. His thoughts inevitably turned to Dettlaff, disgusted with the way the entire situation had played out. Things could have gone so differently. He could have lived.

He cursed beneath his breath as he packed his things, daring to glance Geralt's way one last time. "Have a good life, my friend," he murmured quietly, thankful for the man's restful sleep, before misting away.

[solarmidnight]

Just remembering that "Astarion vs Geralt" poll and thinking about how Geralt easily takes down Dettlaff in The Witcher 3, a higher vampire that's near impossible to kill. He would hear two full sentences from Astarion about Cazador and have his swords sharpened, his potions ready, and all coin refused to go kill that motherfucker. Also he'd totally introduce Astarion to Regis.

[krwioholik]

"You are very well informed." Emiel bowed his head politely to the witcher, who so easily distinguished his identity. Something that would have worried him, were it not for the words of explanation that followed, and the medallion he had spotted on the witcher's neck from the beginning, so alike the one Geralt wore. It made it quite obvious this had to be a witcher from Geralt's school of the Wolf, one who knew Regis' dear friend, as his words confirmed as well.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, master witcher, although I am afraid you will have to aid me a little in deciphering your exact identity." He smiled, purse-lipped but pleasant. "I shall make the assumption that you are too young to be the mentor Vesemir I've heard about but, do pardon me, I am not sure which of Geralt's witcher-brothers you are...?"

The keen gaze with which the other regarded him didn't escape Regis' notice, but he didn't hold the witcher's alertness against him in any way. To stay sharp in the presence of a monster was only prudent, even if one believed said monster could be trusted. Regis also wasn't surprised by how knowledgeable Geralt's brother was about him. In fact, it made him smile and feel quite flattered that his friendship with Geralt reach such extent that he would tell his family about him. Even if he suspected that there was a layer of precaution there too, not only for his sake, but only for his brothers'. So that if he were to ever return to his blood drinking ways, and they were to come upon a contract on him, they would be prepared for such a meeting. He didn't hold that against Geralt either.

"Recent events not withstanding." He agreed, his expression souring a bit at the memory of all that had transpired. He was still plagued by guilt over what happened, over not being able to stop Dettlaff from unleashing their lower brethren on the innocents in the city, and over not saving Syanna's life... even if she was hardly undeserving of the fate she met in the end. At least the duchess, after shaking herself off the worst of the initial grief with Jaskier's help, had begun to slowly accept the truth about her sister and wasn't so hostile towards him and Geralt anymore now that they had both returned to Toussaint.

"I must say the flowery chivalry possesses its unique kind of appeal." He smiled, gazing over the land as well. "It is a bit of a fairy tale land, is it not? Hidden away between these mountains, which seem to shield it from the iron grip of the south and the crudeness of the north... A good place to call home indeed, for as long as its magic lasts."

“Must be Regis, the Higher Vampire. Heard plenty about you back at Kaer Morhen from Wolf, after he got his memories back. Am down here visiting him at Corvo Bianco, seeing this land for myself. Put it off long enough, and I’m on the Path until I have to return to the Blue Mountains next Winter, so figured what the hell. Might as well go sight seeing.”

Eskel’s low, calm voice addressed the distinguished looking Higher Vampire, viper eyes studying him closely and carefully. He was one of the Vampires that was good at disguising himself, clearly, blending in among the folk and nobility in the South… well dressed, and appearing simply an older gentleman not out of place in Beauclair’s Palace. His power was such that he didn’t even set off Eskel’s enchanted medallion… and might have been able to fool the Witcher up close if he didn’t know already who the being was. He knew the ancient being could be trusted, as another friend of Geralt’s, but also wasn’t about to underestimate or drop his guard around so dangerous an entity. He’d seen more than his fair share of what bloodshed the Vampires of the upper tier could wrought, in their thirst, to say nothing of the recent attack by a horde of Vampires. But on the other hand, he had known the pleasant mouths of a number of Bruxa, in his travels on the Path. The best way to deal with upper tier Vampires when not contracted to fight them was to politely offer one hand… while arming the other, just in case. Eyes remaining on Regis, he gestured casually out over the surrounding lands of Toussaint, the sun already gradually dying over it… a good evening for hunting, completing more of the contracts he had ripped down off one of the bulletin boards in Beauclair.

“Not a bad land for contracts, good weather, food and drink too… but a bit flowery, knightly and chivalric for my tastes. Jousts and tournaments ain’t for me either. I tend to avoid the South… Nilfgaardian Empire is usually worse to Witchers down here than the Northern Kingdoms, and that’s saying something. This duchy seems to be a bit of an exception… but even so. I recall what was done to the three Witcher Schools that used to exist in the South. Take it this is a good place for a Vampire to remain undiscovered? Recent events notwithstanding.”

@krwioholik​

[northernolddragon]

About how Geralt and Regis were studying the bestiary with "red" flora and fauna (extinct creatures) and a dramatic observation in the background of a wonderful company of witchers and a vampire.

R. "There is such an extensive library in Kaer Morhen. The treasures of the witchers are not only in the history of the local walls, in weapons .." G. "So, Regis, we came to look for, that unknown "miracle", that crawled out to us last night, when we decided to clean up the territory. Considering that we had not wintered here for a long time, there were so many drowners and water hags, that we had to wash ourselves right in river." L. "I would have dipped you a couple more times, gray-haired .. You completely warmed your ass in Toussaint." E. "At least he didn't run from one eccentric sorceress on a routine sortie."

G. (not listening to them) "You study books like you know each one in its content." R. "I will not be modest .. I didn't deprive myself of the pleasure on my .. "vacation" to ask Dettlaff for everything he could find. Indeed, I can say, that I am familiar with the world not only of people and vampires, but also of your world and your art .. Well, acquaintance with you served as a desire to feed on knowledge in this direction .." G. "Wait a minute, so you were bluffing, when you sent me to fetch wight's saliva and you could have found it yourself without too much effort?" R. "No, my dear witcher, I would not, even if I could deal with the salivary glands of such a single specimen on my own. This is your vocation. Which you have done very reasonably and nobly." G. "Well, Marlene is a great woman. Barnabas-Basil is overjoyed with her. That he doesn't have to try his skills in cooking. R. "I would not want to offend our respected Barnabas, but his culinary skills will be used in scaring away certain monsters. " G. (nodding and smiling) "He admits it. As well as the fact that you charmed him, which is not surprising." R. "Thank you, my friend. But I think he was fascinated by my very pleasant tincture.." D. (muttering to himself) "This is a long time." E. (watching Regis and Geralt) "Shall we go downstairs and have a drink?"

L. (lamenting in the background) "I'd rather give a kiss to every water hag and nekkers, and tumble with drowners, than listen to all this." D. "We need a drink. We've got a case of mandrake tincture." E. "Sounds great." L. "When you find something, lovebirds, we'll be waiting for you downstairs..." D. "... not to say that in a sober state."

[muses-from-the-continent]

Starter for @starwrittenfates [Syanna]

Dettlaff froze when he saw her. How was this possible? It's been so long since he left Beauclair and she surely was the last person he ever expected to see again. Not that he ever wamted to see her again. He could feel a rage build up within him, but that wasn't the only feeling. Part of him felt strangely..glad to see her? Maybe it was relief. He didn't succeed killing her back then. "Rhen-" he stopped himself from saying it. "Syanna?"

There was a pause. The vampire stared at her for a moment, trying to process the feelings going through his head. He was clearly angry, but able to compose himself. "How..what do you want?" he asked, his voice gruff.

[starwrittenfates]

He was surprised to find Regis knew the true name of the Queen of the Night, but maybe it shouldn't have been all that surprising if they had once known each other so intimately. Dettlaff quietly continued to listen to his friend before nodding. "You're right. It probably wouldn't be wise. It is best to keep to ourselves right now."

After all, he was still a whirlwind of emotions (more than usual), and the last thing he needed was to find himself in the arms of a Bruxa. Even if Dettlaff could be impulsive at times, often following his heart, he had learned since his youth to be careful when it came to the matters of dealing with a fiery Bruxa.

His relationship with Syanna had been different. Of course she was nothing like a Bruxa, although she could have the fiery and stubborn attitude of one at times. But now, looking back on it all, Dettlaff wasn't sure what he could believe about any of it anymore. It had all been a ruse...he didn't know what to trust about it. The memories were tainted, even the happy ones.

With this, Dettlaff nodded, a solemn look on his face. "It doesn't help to look back on the past anymore. If there is one thing I've learned, it's best to not be involved with humans romantically and that friendship will never let me down."

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A slow smirk found Regis' lips for a moment, however fleeting and amused, his mind struck with the memories of his tumultuous youth. He'd been such a wild creature, flirtatious in nature and willing to bed anyone who showed a fair amount of interest in him. The whims of youth and vigor, he mused. How he'd changed...

He snorted. His gaze turned to observe his dear friend, comforted in the fact that he rode along lazily. The horses were neither bothered by the particular species of man that rode upon their backs nor upset by the darkness enveloping them as night approached.

"I think," Regis began, "that I would prefer to steer clear of her. Katherine is a creature that I would rather not cross paths with again. I'm better off. Passion is heady and fleeting, but the bonds of friendship are strong and unbreakable. Friends are far more important, don't you think? You and I would do well to keep to ourselves for a while. Surrounding ourselves with vampires in a brothel wouldn't be very wise."

After a long moment, and with no small amount of pensive thought, he added, "Humans are a curious bunch. As much as I adore them, because I do, and I'm always willing to assist them however I may, it's best to... keep away, romantically speaking. They move at too fast a pace for me to keep up with. Perhaps that's because our lives move too slowly for them to comprehend. Time stretches on, like a slow-pouring treacle. Romance is such a quick thing for them. For us, it's unhurried and steady. Unrushed, if you will. While it may last for us both, it forms in different ways. Yes, my friend, let's stay away. It's for the best."

[cosmos-coma]

Cran-Elderberry Wine

A/N: Happy Midwinter! Here's a quick little fic for the ever lovely @beardedladyqueen Enjoy a little holiday fic featuring our favorite group of friends from Blood and Vengeance!

Pairing: Dettlaff Van der Eretein x Reader

Words: 1273

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“Amelia remind me how big ‘diced’ is?” You asked as you helped prep dinner, your eyes watering at the onion below you.

“About half what you think it is” she replied quickly, “I’ve seen what you think dicing is and it’s far from it,” the redhead said with a laugh as she skillfully chopped through several vegetables.

“Hey..!” You laughed, pointing your knife at her, “I can cook just fine…!”

Amelia grinned, her nose wrinkling with her teasing smile, “Let’s just keep you as the Sous Chef for now, yeah…?” 

You shook your head, and smiled as you crawled out your words, “Yes, chef….” You turned back to your dreadful onion and quickly began to dice away. Though your cuts were nowhere near as consistent as Amelia’s, you thought they looked pretty good! 

You broke the working silence as you brought the onions over to the pot, “So, do you know what Regis and Dettlaff have planned…? I was told I shouldn’t even go upstairs if it’s not an emergency…. And Regis’s lab is a little too weird for me to go snooping around in any way. I never know what I’m gonna find.”

The redhead grinned and nodded, “I agree with you there…. I believe Regis said he wanted to brew up something special for all of us to have with dessert, but I can’t say I know anything about Mister Dettlaff’s plans. I figured you knew.”

You shook your head, “usually Dettlaff’s not very secretive.. so it must mean a great deal to him if only Regis knows-“ 

“-If Regis knows….”

“Mmm, That’s a good point…” 

Amelia shrugged, “Shouldn’t be too long before we find out tough. Both men agreed they wouldn’t be late for dinner, so no more than an hour now,” She said as she checked the clock ticking away on the wall. 

You were beyond thankful for the distraction of cooking, otherwise waiting the full hour would have taken every available ounce of willpower. But as the pots of steaming food sat beautifully on the table and Amelia rang the bell for dinner you were more anxious than ever. You couldn’t wait to see what everyone had planned.

“Hello, little moth…” rumbled Dettlaff’s familiar voice in your ear, you hadn’t even heard him approaching, but- then again, that was normal. 

“Hello, my love…” you hummed happily as warm arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you flush against him. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, grinning wide as you met those brilliant blue eyes.

His own smile tugged at his expression, just a sliver of white teeth poking out beneath his lips, “Happy Midwinter, little Moth…” he mumbled against your lips in a soft kiss.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you returned the kiss, “Happy Midwinter, Dettlaff” you hummed as you turned in his arms to face him “Did you finish your surprise? Do… you think we could go take a peek??” You asked with an exciting bounce. 

The higher vampire laughed quietly, the noise filling your heart to its absolute brim, “Sorry, Darling. No special treatment for you this time. But I promise it’s worth the wait” 

You frowned, only causing him to chuckle again, “Come on, Darling, the faster we sit down for dinner the faster we can get to the surprise. 

The four of you sat down around the full dinner table, an array of wonderful scents greeting you with every turn of your head. Dinner was phenomenal thanks to you and (mostly) Amelia. It was the most lavish meal you’d ever had in your life and not 5 minutes after finishing were you already looking forward to the leftovers. 

While you waited for the food to cool enough to put away it was finally time for the grand surprise.

“Oh! I’ve got to go get the dessert! Just give me a moment, I’ll bring it right up!” Said Amelia as she raced toward the kitchen. 

“Ah, I believe that means it’s time for my surprise as well. I’ll also meet you two upstairs, okay?” Regis said with a warm smile as he stood, “Just don’t go spoiling the surprise, okay? We’ll be there shortly.” He teased and turned quickly toward his lab. 

“I guess that just leaves us… shall we?” Your loving bat asked with an extended hand.

“We shall.”

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The four of you stood outside the tall wooden doors of the grand library, their intricate engravings inviting you to open them up to the world. 

“Is everyone ready…?” Dettlaff asked.

Amelia stood on one side of the group, the tray of pastries and sweets held proudly in her hands. Regis stood right beside her, a crate of dark purple bottles held close to his chest, just waiting to be cracked open. 

And then there was you, standing on the end of the group, pure excitement gleaming from your eyes as you watched Dettlaff raise his hands to the door, “Ready..! Come on, my love I want to see..!” 

With a soft rumbling laugh, Dettlaff nodded and pushed open the heavy doors with ease revealing a positively heavenly sight. 

Where do you even begin? Light flooded through the two-story tall windows, their bright red curtains pulled aside to light up the festive room. A grand pine tree- no more than 10 feet tall- stood proudly in the bright curved reading nook the windows provided. It was decorated from head to toe with vivid ornaments and ribbons in every color you could want. Swaths of other ribbons and greenery swirled and twirled around the railings of staircases and the upper floor, and small wreaths and bouts of mistletoe hung in archways and between shelves upon shelves of old books. Carefully placed candles, and a small crackling fire left the rest of the room in a warm orange glow, causing the delicate ornaments hanging from the ceiling to shimmer in their light. Fake snow dusted your small tree, giving it a sprinkling of natural decoration that fell down onto the pile of presents sitting below it.

It was perfect. 

“Oh Dettlaff…” you gasped, holding your chest as you stepped into the otherworldly room. He must’ve been running and fluttering around as smoke around all day to get this done. And it couldn’t have been more worth it. 

Even Regis and Amelia looked amazed, neither of them having guessed what absolute grandeur the dark-haired man would go to. 

“Dettlaff, my friend, I do believe you’ve outdone yourself….” Said Regis in astonishment.

“Oh, I’ll second that. This is gorgeous..!” Amelia gasps, eyes full of wonder and bright lights.

“It’s perfect, Dettlaff…” you grinned, a few tears threatening to spring from your eyes as you took his hand. “I… I don’t know what else to say… Thank you, my love. You made Midwinter everything I had hoped it would be…” 

A warm smile lit up his face as he leaned in to kiss your hand, “I’m happy you like it, little Moth. That’s all I wanted….” 

Surrounded by all your friends and loved ones, you were positive this was going to be the happiest Midwinter celebration in the entire continent.

“Now, what say we crack open a bottle of the Cran-Elderberry wine I made and start opening some presents, hm?” 

“And you promise it doesn’t have anything… potentially fatal in them…?” Amelia said warily, very aware of the Mandrake cordial he usually likes to make. 

“Hmmm. Well, let me think-“ he paused in thought, falling into laughter as Amelia frowned with all the ferocity of an angry Bulldog. “I promise… I promise I was very careful when I made it. Now let’s get to celebrating.”

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⚜️Roche/Ciri🌹 is golden, but the witcher's fandom is blind sheep.

Hey! Its really cool that you like Roche/Ciri! I haven't seen much on them. I generally ship Roche with Iorveth or with Foltest! I don't usually ship Ciri- but I've read good ones with her and Dettlaff and Ceyrs. My main ships are Emhyr/Geralt and Regis/Geralt.

I don't spend a lot of time in the Witcher's fandom right now, I am currently in BG3 and TES. But one of the best things about the Witcher fandom as a whole is the sheer variety of people and sources we can draw from. I've seen great collaborations that started in 2015 and in 2019 and in 2024. Everyone has something to give that important to the ecosystem- and if people are willing to make room for others, you can find people who really enjoy what you enjoy. There is space there for everyone. I am going to make every attempt to make my fandom space a comfortable place to be in- and I am so excited that you are bringing in Roche/Ciri to the table.

(PS. If it was you who sent the cool art, I really liked it! I just don't want to post someone elses post without permission.)