#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇

[weeping-gospels]

“ So, you are into pronouns, da?

Well, allow me to SHE/THEM TITTIES. “

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #crack #I hate it

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

“ Sucking what? “

Bitch.

Never mind that, the door is RATTLING.

“ …There is nothing suspicious whatsoever beyond this human metal door, please turn around and escort yourself out and do not ask me any further questions. “

URGING HIM AWAY

@z0mburger

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #z0mburger

[weeping-gospels]

Pain.

Perhaps not physical, as nothing could conquer the great Rat Keeper. No, The Rat Keeper was a powerful, fanatic beast that trudged through the wet grounds with the blood of many upon it’s burly body. A front liner, a tank that once rode into countless wars with a piercing screech, shredding through cartilage and organs alike with the mighty swipe of their horrid claws. Children would be ushered inside darkened cottages by their hysterical guardians — what was left of humanity in the threshold of Drachenfels and Ubersreik, that is — , prayers to the Gods it no longer believed in raspily hushed amongst the wind, begging to not be found by the eldritch monstrosity.

The prowling animal that led their battalion of ratmen — hailing to Clan Fester and it’s Grey Seer Rasknitt. The walking sanctuary. The stalking guardian of vermin.

That was The Rat Keeper.

And The Rat Keeper was never meant to come out so effortlessly.

Frozen in feral fear, the beast stared down at Cesare with widened eyes, it’s breath ragged and panicked. It did not feel the need to attack — no, it surprisingly held no intention of harm nor malice, registering the undead before them. And funnily enough, this 7’6 madness seemed even more frightened of the tiny man than he of them.

Tears bubbled up in reddened ducts, it’s body uncomfortably shrinking in on itself as if preparing to be struck.

Mortified.

@z0mburger

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #z0mburger #winks

[weeping-gospels]

“ It is one in the fucking morning and you know what else is fucking?

THE DAEMONS.

AGAIN. “

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #dash commentary #crack #HRHDHDHFGCC

[weeping-gospels]

It all happened so suddenly that the beast hardly had time to react.

The barren fields were coated in a grotesque splatter of dark crimson. Normally, Bethanne entertained the thought of painting a setting in a beautiful shade of ruby, be it violence or naturally — but the events that took place shook her to her core.

That did not look like her Gluttony at all. How many Skaven did he devour? He looks humongous. Better yet, who the hell pissed him off to this extent? Her mind wracked with possibilities that all led her to dead ends.

Shrinking back a tad, Betty felt her body tremble in fear before him. The days where she would push her meek body in front of dangers far beyond her comprehension to serve as a distraction or reminder of reality were long gone — those were the Leathe days of the Shavali era. Days where she had been nothing but a human pondering how to become stronger for her friends and family, days where she would be far more willing to sacrifice herself just to see a friend smile again in the face of adversity.

She was no longer this person.

It had been ages since Betty chose another life above her own, and an even longer time since she used her bardic abilities to coax one down from an angry outburst. Bards were skilled in expertly distracting and calming one down with the power of voice and melody — the first class she had ever given up on to hone her skills in on Spinemangler and shamanism.

Shit. Now would be a golden opportunity to remember anything prior to that time period.

“ GLUTTONY! “

The monster screeched, pouncing high into a tree in an effort to draw his attention,

“ HEY! GLUTTONY!! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!

CUT THE SHIT. “

Yeah, that’ll work.

@hxnger-unbcund

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #hxngerunbcund

[weeping-gospels]

“ Interesting how you created the entire clan yourself, but…

Do disregard my vulgarity, my love — ‘tis interesting in the manner that you are an entire fuck machine. “

Laughing a tad at her own input, palms subconsciously kneaded into the large rat’s plush abdomen, muscle memory kicking in by now to treat him the same way she always had when they spent quality time together. Her head lazily rested upon his broad shoulder, a throaty purr rumbling like an Skryre engine.

@warhammer-fantasy-muses

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #warhammer fantasy muses

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

“ My apologies, did you just call me a ‘leetle girl’ ? “

Her accent strongly repeated, eyes narrowed in disbelief.

“ I — Wh — Do??

Do I LOOK like a BABY TO YOU?? “

She doesn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or insult.

@galaxyinfinitum

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #galaxyinfinitum

[weeping-gospels]

This Skaven was…something. Definitely something.

Normally, Bethanne would embrace any form of ratfolk with open arms being The Rat Keeper — but this…how to fondly put it? A very rag doll looking rodent? A dog’s chew toy?

Worse for wear.

The corner of her lip twitches upwards in an awkward smile, biting her tongue as to not say anything inappropriate for her new guest. The hand cleaning her pristine goblets pauses, strict eyes taking in his uncanny appearance. With her dark lips opening and closing several times to pinpoint the right choice of words, she finally utters,

“ Do you…require assistance, darling? You look rather…hm. I do not wish to be rude, as we have just met and first impressions do count, so.

Sickly. You look rather beaten down. “

A war veteran perhaps? A high ranking Skaven that had seen countless bloodshed?

“ Are you by chance a product of necromancy? “

Or a corpse reanimated like herself. Because that’s far more appropriate to say.

@times-immora

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #times immora #forgive her awful thoughts and words

[weeping-gospels]

“ What the fuck is a ‘talking stage’ ?

Worship me or die. “

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #crack #please reconsider your standards betty

[weeping-gospels]

great

so far, Betty has fucked a Stormvermin, Slaaneshi, Master Moulder, and several of her own clanrats of Fester

wow.

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #STARES AT HER

[weeping-gospels]

Lyss making kissy lips @ Betty uwu

She ponders on replicating the kissy face —

Then decides to take it a step farther and makes the fucking tongue poking through the v fingers gesture instead.

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #Betty STOP

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

She wants to accept the praise — but the guilty part of her refuses it.

“ Nyet, I..…I am unfortunately not worthy enough to be doted upon, “

The being starts, sighing and running a hand through her long locks of ruby,

“ Hm. Perhaps I may have been unintentionally manipulating you this entire time.

I am not an object of beauty nor anywhere near goddess tier. “

If he were to reject her claims like everyone else had, then she would have pressured the narcissism. But he accepted her words — and it freaked her out.

“ My sincerest apologies. I have fooled you into believing I am worth more than what I spew. “

@hxnger-unbcund

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #hxngerunbcund

[weeping-gospels]

Every so often the Dhampir would trek down the streets in search of modern herbs and medicines to add to her elixir brewing business, effortlessly blending in with society due to her humanoid disguise. Save for the clearly outdated Victorian fashion, Bethanne fit right in.

But that didn’t stop the nosey fucks from the living making snarky comments, however.

‘It’s not Halloween yet, why are you dressing like a vampire?!’ ‘Go get some meat on them bones, girl.’ ‘I think you need to try tanning, your skin is too pale.’ ‘Oh no, don’t go directly into the sunlight!’ ‘Don’t suck my blood! Or, you know, unless you’re into that kind of stuff, ‘cause there’s something else you can suck aside from my blood—‘

Yeah, right. As if she hasn’t heard any of those before in various formats. An eye roll and flash of hyper realistic fangs usually does the trick in spooking mortals away. It’s a much better alternative to barking at them like some people tend to do nowadays and that is not a new era trend she wants to be a part of.

Making her merry way to a food stand that peaked her interest, the red head lazily knocked on the side of the door,

“ Suppose you lot also get the overused comment about Halloween coming early, nyet? “

She spoke in a thick accent, tilting her head to get a better look at the man before —

“ — Oh.

Oh, you really are dressed to impress the name of this establishment, huh.

So, what? Is this actually like a year round holiday business? Like, uh — blyat, my mind is blanking, what is that profession called, uhhhh — AH!

Spirit Halloween.

Da, I have gotten asked by many if I work there too. Do you have a day shift there with that getup? Are you just clocking in after an ending shift? “

She’s just as bad as the critics for being a monster herself.

@z0mburger

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #sorry it’s so long I just love writing dry humor LMAO #z0mburger

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

“ What? Willingly?

I find this difficult to fathom considering how much she raves about daemons. And the fact she had nearly perished because of them. And was even held captive by one like a lab rat.

This is very strange and unusual. “

@skxrbrand

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #skxrbrand

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

“ …You are not? “

Oh, fuck. Shit, that’s a huge fucky wucky on her part, especially for being someone who feeds off of auras.

She opens her mouth — then shuts it,

“ Um.

Ahah — ahahHAHA! GUH — GOTCHA!! I AM ALSO!! JUST A SILLY LEETLE HUMAN LIKE YOU IN A VAMPIRE COSTUME WORKING THE DAILY NINE TO FIVE ON THE CLOCK JOB IN THE GLORIOUS VAN OF UNDEAD CUSTOMIZED FOOD INDUSTRY! “

@strebcr

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #strebcr #Betty vc: oh shit oh fuck oh sHIT OH FUCK

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

Oh, fuck. He didn’t reciprocate the way she thought he would.

Upon having her cheeks squished together in a fishy face, the undead creature blinked — then pulled away to flip down onto her feet, holding up her hands defensively and awkwardly,

“ N-Nyet! Nyet, nyet, you did nothing wrong! ‘Twas a playful gesture, my raven! I am not unhappy! “

Cupping his cheeks more gently, the red head cooed,

“ How have you been? I am terribly sorry I have not been able to check in. Much Clan Fester business to attend to. “

@stories-from-the-warp

#character: bethanne drozdov 🦇 #storiesfromthewarp #whispers in the dark 🌑 (betty/skreech)