The dark brotherhood killed my parents!

❝ In truth, I'm no more a little girl than you are. I was once, of course, Three hundred years ago. Vampirism tends to keep one remarkably... F R E S H . ❞

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Like this post for a starter from Babette! Mutuals and non mutuals welcome!

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No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the {destination} we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

non selective Babette from Skyrim, penned by Wynne.   Starters | Rules

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A rose upon a rose, thus they are laid across my grave; a lovely sight, unfitting my wretched soul.

“The most boring poetry is the edgy romance stuff. It’s gross.” Babette said, her eyes scanning the page. “This is why I prefer books on Alchemy,” she shut the gross romance book. “It’s far less...yucky.” Babette sighed. “I wonder why the Listener gave this book to me...”

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@remarkablyfresh like this post for a starter! Sorry for taking so long!

“Babette!” An excited Estelle ran into Babette’s room, a bright and excited grin on her face, “Babette, I have something for you!”

In her small hands was a satchel that seemed to be stuffed full, and smelled..off. But the little girl still smiled up at the 300 year old vampire, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her hair had bits of snow in it, cheeks and nose a rosey red from the cold, winter air.

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It was odd, to be around a real child. Real innocence put Babette off. But still, she was kind. And not only because Astrid would kill her if she was rude to the child. “Thank you, Estelle,” she took the satchel and held it in her own small hands. “Aren’t you cold?” She questioned. “Would you like some warmed milk?” 

Truthfully, it would be a lie to say that Babette didn’t like Estelle. The young girl lit up the sanctuary, and made Babette’s day brighter. Babette lightly squeezed the satchel and she wondered if she could correctly guess the contents without even seeing them. “Thank you, again, for this.” She lifted up the satchel. She didn’t know what Estelle got her, and the smell was strange, but she was truly thankful for any alchemic ingredients that she didn’t have to gather or pay for.

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No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the {destination} we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

non selective Babette from Skyrim, penned by Wynne.   Starters | Rules

[sgt-dignam]

The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos

[corasharper]

warrior, thief, mage

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“If these ruins frighten you, take comfort from the knowledge that I am here” - Harmony

Babette was a vampire. A stereotypical vampire, at that. Of course, she wasn’t running around chasing mortals and making them fall in love with her, but she loved the dark and dreary. She slept in a coffin ( although it was useless since she lived underground. )  She very happily drank blood and hunted mortals. HOWEVER, there was something to fear in what she couldn’t see. Babette is very much one of those people that has to be on top of everything, lest the world burn to ash. 

“I’m not scared!” She huffed, insulted that Harmony would even insinuate such a thing. “Listener, you forget that I’m a vampire. I was alive during the time of your ancestor— AH!” She was cut off by her own scream, as she was startled by a standing draugr. 

Babette’s face began to heat up as her long-dead blood rushed through her body. “S-shut up!” She squealed at Harmony. “Don’t mention this to Nazir!” She yelled, probbaly waking up the other draugr. “I— I just wasn’t expecting it to be standing there, is all. I’m not scared!” She tried to save face. It wasn’t working.

The draugr growled and Babette scowled and sent her blade through it’s decomposed abdomen. “Sorry for yelling, but really, PLEASE don’t tell Nazir. He’d never let me live it down.” And she really shouldn’t live it down. She was a centuries old vampire, a trained assassin, and somehow she got startled by a draugr. 

Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV.

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abiiternum:

 “ What a comforting notion, ” sighed the Antivan Crow, as he placed his hands upon his hips. It would be all too easy for the common eye to underestimate such a little girl, but Zevran was not one to only see the exterior ( aside from those he took to bed ). He tucked his dagger back into his belt. “ So, now that are weapons are withdrawn, what do you have to propose ? You do have something, yes ? ”

Babette stared at Zevran for a long moment. She expected him to be...taller. He was short, even for an elf. “I do. Otherwise I wouldn’t have called you out.” Babette paused, and she carefully chose her words. “I have... heard, from a little friend, that you’re trying to destroy the anvitian crows? If so, we have a common goal.”

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◤(un)popular opinion; i’m not really a fan of muses who pull the ‘i’m not afraid of you, lol’ card with dangerous or powerful muses when they are being threatening ( or even if they appear humble or cute but are full of power ). if it wasn’t for being called god modding, i’m 700% sure these more powerful muses would have, could have, should have killed another muse if they persistently irritate them. especially if the offending character is a run of the mill human. unless your muse has dealt with similar monsters/menacing personalities/dangerous situations - try not to antagonize deadly muses to the point of obvious rage knowing the writer can’t really write them killing your muse even though that is completely in their nature to do so.

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harmonizedsilence:

Harmony nodded her head at her request, leaning against the wall beside the station watching Babette do her thing, then lifting her eyes to her.

“I’ll get it on my next leave, though I might not be back for a while. Either that or I can send an initiate to get one while i’m gone.”

She scrunched her nose and her expression turned to complete confusion “That’s very smart of him.” sarcastic comment, if the family wasn’t so small and she wasn’t so unhealthy. She would have a word with the initiate. What was it with men these days trying to act like they’re tough shit, and just to prove it make stupid decisions? She didn’t understand.

Harmony watched her finish and once again nodded her head at her in both understanding and gratitude “Thank you, sister. Hopefully now I can actually get through the night without waking up and being too shaken up to go back to sleep. And i’ll get the supplies as soon as I can.”

Her small smile disappeared at her next few words, showing a sincere look of concern and guilt. “I do have another request though, where i’m unable to be, I want you and Nazir to hold down the fort. Keep things running smoothly until I get better.”

She then turned her head back to Cicero, who continued to be passed out on the cot across the room.

“I think he’s starting to get anxious that i’m not getting any better, he’s not looking too good either. Having to sleep in the morning, it’s…it’s not right, and it was selfish to ask him to stay up all night to watch over me, and on top of that he has barely any time for himself or mother. I don’t want him to worry.” she looked at Babette again with a sad smile.

It was true, she didn’t exactly like when people worry about her, especially her family. For anyone else she would be annoyed. But family, she felt selfish and guilty.

“I had half a mind to let him die too,” she huffed. “But our numbers are already so low, that I decided it would be best if he stayed alive.” She paused before smirking. “And, he does a great job at being an annoyance to Nazir. I’d hate to lose such good entertainment so soon.” 

Babette respected her brother, Nazir, and she did actually like him. But it was so much fun watching him get annoyed and flustered. “Of course, Listener,” Babette smiled. “Nazir is a natural born leader,” she commented. “People listen to him.” Or maybe they listened because of the charisma he oozed? Either way, not many people had the guts to defy him. 

“If you’re worried about not having any contracts, I may have a solution for that. Just something to keep the initiates busy and keep coin flowing for us.” Babette might as well run this past their esteemed leader. “Are you aware of the Volkihar vampires?” She asked. “I’m one of them, so to speak. They’re currently being plagued by rival vampires and vampire hunters. We could make a great deal of coin off of them.”

Babette glanced over at the charming Cicero as Harmony spoke. She was sure that Cicero was just happy being of use to the Listener. “Family is here, for thick or thin, Harmony,” she told her. “We may not be related by blood, but we are related by our loyalty to the Mother, and Sithis. Times may be getting tough, but we survived Astrid, and we will survive this.”

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     we could be   F A M O U S,   we could be   S T A R S

           be like   K R I F F I N G   monsters, give us our   A P P L A U S E

indie, semi-selective SW multi-muse. penned by Lawliet.

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harmonizedsilence:

Harmony seemed to think for a moment, then yawned with a nod. “Yeah, I can understand that.”

She rubbed her eye and soon after ran a hand through her blondish brown hair looking Babette straight in the eye, almost worried. “If you need me to pay for ingredients to make it, I will. Just give me the word and I can get supplies.”

Not that she was in healthy condition to travel, thankfully and hopefully this was the case; Night Mother seemed to almost go silent about contracts. She’s mentioned some, and Harmony had Nazir write the contractors and locations down. Harmony didn’t think that the lack of sleep would get this bad, so bad that it would take a toll on her physical health. Some days she would be almost falling over, or her legs would give out on her completely. Ironic thing was, even when she’s put to bed to sleep, she can’t sleep anyway.

She heard her sister mention that she DID have the ingredients able to make a potion, but it didn’t hurt to put it out there that she would go out and get ingredients to replace the used ones. Or at least that she would go out for them in general.

She crossed her arms, though extending one arm to fidget with her nightgown. A sign she was starting to get worried. Her expression said otherwise.

“What about you, sister? Why are you up so early?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Babette told Harmony, as she counted snowberries. “I’ve been making great use of our initiates.” They are eager to please and to impress Babette. She mostly sent them out to get her some of the more rare ingredients. After she counted out her snowberries, she dumped them in her mortar. She put a few dragons’ tongue buds in there, and she began to grind them up.

“When you’re better, you can get me some giant’s toes, but it can wait.” Babette didn’t think Harmony was physically well enough to leave the sanctuary, let alone to go up against a giant.

“One of the newer initiates thought that it was a good idea to ingest poison to get used to it,” Babette stopped grinding the berries and flowers and looked over at Harmony. “I was woken up to make and administer an antidote.” She had half a mind to let him die, natural selection and all that. 

Babette is a vampire, but the sun didn’t mean much when she was underground. So she opted to have a sleeping schedule to match her brothers and sisters. She added Dwarven oil into the paste and mixed it together. “Almost done,” she told Harmony. She finished up the mixture by adding the Spriggan sap, and diluting the mixture with some water. 

“It becomes less potent by the week, so it’s often made in small batches,” Babette explained as she poured the potion into bottles, and corked them. “This should last for a week. A bottle every night.” 

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aurumpulvis:

      “ Wow. They don’t raise kids like they used to, ” Sabine mused. “ Have you considered art instead of being death’s harbinger? ”

“I once knew a man that would kill thieves and other criminals, and use their blood, guts and various body parts in his art,” she told the annoying teenager. “I wonder how he is, these days?”