That's more than can be said for old Grelod. Hmm?

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[dreadfuckingwolf]

sweet mother, sweet mother, send your child unto me…

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

Starter call;

I will get to Sithis’s starter soon! Does anyone else like a starter from Astrid? If so like this for one.

[mitchellwrites]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

[hrimhvat-a]

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

starter call~

[roleplayerxshoutouts]

“any time i read kiilloneofthree’s replies i can’t help but hear Astrid’s voice in my head! she’s a great and the mun is sweet! keep it up, sweetie!”

[skyrimconfessionss]

“I’ve always wondered why Astrid and Arnbjorn never had kids. They’ve without a doubt done it, and I’ve seen no evidence of birth control in Skyrim, so I assume one or both of them are barren. So I wrote a fanfic where they semi-adopt a little girl, and raise her. It was meant to be just something fun for me to write. Imagine my surprise when it went viral among the DB fanclub!”

http://skyrimconfessions.com

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[bloodofelves]

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

lemme rephrase that- Sithis is real, but 'hes' as alive as 'his' counterpart anuiel.

Astrid crosses her arms over her chest and sighs. “-- Well than i have to say your very educated, you have hit your books i am guessing at a young age? Would you like a sweet roll?”

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

starter call~

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

Sithis ain't real.

“My my aren’t you a trouble little thing. To believe the father of the dark brother hood isn’t real.” She chuckles. “Then you must know that his wrath is one to not temp with?” She grins. “I would re think those words dear gray face.” 

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

My my we have people who do not believe the wrath of sithis.

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

【✗; niightmother ❙ liked a starter from here】

The sanctuary was to silent,however for Astrid she didn't mind the silence. It was better then the noise outside the walls. The Leader kept her back against the wall as she looked down the steps that lead to other half of the sanctuary. Pushing off the wall she walked off towards her desk looking at the map that was marked where to find the night mother's crypt and destroy what was left of it. Why was the leader doing this? Because Astrid believe that she was doing something right. When really she wasn't.  She felt because she was the Leader of the dark brotherhood whatever she said was done. Her word was law, however she did not see that the Night mother also had a very dark wrath . "--- And this is how your story ends oh sweet night mother." 

She mocked as she smirks looking at the map and only to pushed away from the desk. She had never heard whispers of the night mother she had only ever gotten letters of kills that needed to be done.

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

maidencfsilence:

“My herbs got your targets killed.” She smirked and moved some red hair from her face. “And as I recall, I brought a lot of fun to the Sanctuary.” A laugh escaped her lips.

She looked over at her and sighs, she did have a point. However the Leader of the dark brother hood walked around the maiden and grins. "-- That maybe true. But it was I who welcome you into our home with open arms dear. " She told her.

[kiilloneofthreearchive-blog]

Starter call.

[anesthesia97]

I really love members of Dark Brotherhood. I love all of them. 

[littlebirdofprey]

“Is there singing in the Void? Dancing? Surely the Dread Lord will at least allow poor Cicero to caper…”

[ysgramur]

what is the music of life?

silence, my brother.