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[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

"Something doesn't NEED to be usefull to be relaxing!"

*makes a nest of (relatively) comfy garbage*

*places the egg in the nest*

*places the Skitarii on the egg but careful not to crush it*

*places herself on the Skitarii on the egg careful not to crush either but now movement is impossible*

*relaxed humming Heldrake noises*

*gets confused and a bit embarrassed*

*tries to struggle free but gives up almost instantly*

"Um... the egg isnt going to hatch, there is no reason to warm it"

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*makes a nest of (relatively) comfy garbage*

*places the egg in the nest*

*places the Skitarii on the egg but careful not to crush it*

*places herself on the Skitarii on the egg careful not to crush either but now movement is impossible*

*relaxed humming Heldrake noises*

*gets confused and a bit embarrassed*

*tries to struggle free but gives up almost instantly*

"Um... the egg isnt going to hatch, there is no reason to warm it"

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"No? my scans seem to indicate it doesnt contain anything that will hatch from it."

"Probably not, i believe this is some sort of prank from that daemonette"

He looks down at the egg and his embarrassed blush intensifies before he lets out a sigh

"With great effort..."

He laid a giant egg after the ship went through the warp

(it will never hatch in to anything btw)

(art by @vezimira)

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

He laid a giant egg after the ship went through the warp

(it will never hatch in to anything btw)

(art by @vezimira)

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

(continuation of BOTH my ask and the subsequent one I am not involved in... idk if it's concurrent but I feel it could be -w- anyways...)

Still with one clawed foot pushing down on his chest, the pteraxii can't help but let out a noise half-scoff with what remains of her respiratory system, half-laugh of binharic chatter upon noticing the chaos skitarii's cheeks start to redden. "Omnissiah, if only you could see how the flesh betrays you!"

Though she grows confused when instead of some indignant retort or further begging for mercy, he lets out a soft, inarticulate whimper as his blush intensifies (for completely unrelated reasons she is currently unaware of). And even moreso when he expresses just as much confusion over the way he feels, looking up at her with an uncomfortable expression simply screaming that he's trying his darndest to maintain his self control.

"You are making this weird for the both of us, you... spineless apostate-" she hisses as her wings fold up close to her back. Though a thought runs through her head as those words leave her vox: But who am I to say that when I acted damn near the same way in front my my Magos? And more than once, too...

Her thoughts are interrupted when something brushes against her mechadendrite tail, causing her to freeze up for a split second before launching into a string of binharic profanity and a flurry of flapping wings (though she can tell given approximately which area of his body her tail is immediately above, it's moreso because that part of her tail is (also) a rather sensitive area of hers). Now no longer being held down by her claws, he makes an effort to scramble to his feet and runs off in a clearly awkward manner.

After realising what happened, the pteraxii can only shake her head, putting one hand to the forehead area of her mask. I swear to Omnissiah- *sigh* well, at least it looks like I have figured out a weakness of his. Surely I will have another opportunity to ambush him, now knowing of his true nature...

With that, she takes off to further scout around the ship, making sure to keep herself hidden from its other chaotic denizens - including the Heldrake who seems to hold dominion over this place - as she searches for a good spot to hole up in for the time being.

(I feel like it doesn't make too much sense for it to be concurrent, but it does make for a funnier situation so ill roll with it.)

After picking up his pistol and fleeing the scene he stops to breathe and calm his mind slightly before thinking out loud to himself- "Well, that was embarrassing, i should probably try to get some modifications to help defend myself in case i get disarmed like that again." And then he continues on his way

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He blushes and lets out a whimper in response to the sudden arousal.

"What is going on?"

He waits for a moment before gaining an annoyed, but still aroused expression.

"Dammit i cant even focus on finding out if its some sort of scrapcode infecting me doing this!"

He stops to think for a second before his blush suddenly becomes far more intense and he mumbles.

"Maybe i can try to calm this feeling down and then i can focus enough"

He then stumbles his way over to the room he has made his chambers, seemingly completely ignorant to the fact his erection is lifting his loincloth. He then Goes to a safe like object on his desk. When he gets there he blurts out a binaric prayer through some hidden vox emitter augment, hits the desk in frustration, tries again this time opening it, without even considering to check if anyone might be watching, he takes something out and swiftly slams the safes door shut.

The thing he has taken out is the dildo she used to "prank" him a while ago that afterwards had gone missing without a trace as to where it went.

*After days of waiting patiently I finally found the moment I was hoping for. You had put off your software update prompts too many times, and now your internal systems are forcing you to update.*

I only have a few moments to do this, and run like Kharne is on my heels.

*I run up pull down your hood, and place upon the back of your head. A small paper talisman, bearing purple slaaneshi runes.*

Ok, that lookes secured enough.

*I then put your hood back up and then run away like hell. Giggling to myself.*

Just after you get in to hiding, his cybernetic eye flickers back on and shortly after he opens his normal eye with a gasp before looking around a bit disoriented.

"Note to self, dont delay those updates to long. Apparently my former mistress forced me to do those as soon as i could for a good reason."

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As the chaos skitarii goes on about his true nature, a flicker in the pteraxii's lenses betray her shock and disappointment... just a little. Otherwise she is simply unimpressed. And when he loses his balance and falls headfirst over the barricade, rolls over and attempts to scramble back to his feet...

An opportunity was given to her, and she wastes no time in taking it. A swift smack of her mechadendrite tail sends the daemon-possessed pistol clattering across the floor and out of reach as she locks the metal claws of one foot around the wrist he was once holding the weapon with, and steps on his chestplate with the other, the tip of its knife-like back claw ever so slightly pressing against the skin of his exposed belly - not enough to draw blood, but that might as well change with one wrong move on both their parts.

She crouches and leans forward to look him dead in the eyes as she spreads her wings over him like a hawk mantling its prey.

"Unfortunate, that it had to come to this. Really! I presume I am naive for thinking that my once-comrades can be brought back into the light of the Machine God. So instead, you will have to experience His fury-"

Despite her words, despite the intensity of her stare, and the vice-grip of her claws on his wrist... seems that she is reluctant to go forward with her threats.

"Damn you loyalist! I thought we weren't gonna fi-"

As he realises the situation she swiftly put him in he lets out a scared little whimper as he cant help but blush slightly and his tone turns scared rather than angry.

"P-please dont hurt m-me."

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

(continuation of my previous ask)

The pteraxii lets out a harsh exhale through her respirator before dropping her synthesised voice to a quiet tone. "Oh, I am well aware of it. Not my first time infiltrating a heretical base of operations though - that was actually one of the first missions I undertook with my Magos..."

At the mention of this she starts twiddling her tapered, claw-like fingers while her wings flutter behind her.

"... before he officially became my Magos. Oh..."

The glow of her lenses softens as she seems to get a little lost in thought, before she snaps back to reality with a start.

"Ah! This reminds me - he taught me the technique of dressing as the enemy. Unfortunately I have yet to find an adequate disguise to accommodate my unusual features, nor a place where I can change into such once I do. But also..."

She leans in a little closer, head slightly tilted as she gives you a more thorough look up and down.

"Please tell me that you are doing that and not actually with them. You are far too..." She vaguely gestures with her mechanical hands. "Too... un-heretic-like in your behaviour. At least towards me. And that does not even take into account my observations of how some of the other entities inhabiting this ship treat you..."

(note: she is perhaps a little too hopeful... or desperate for a skitarii friend... or too much of stickler to her code of honour that forbids hurting other skitarii... lots of reasons why she'd be giving him the benefit of the doubt -w- and it may or may not bite her in the ass later!)

He chuckles for a bit and smiles.

"Oh, im not pretending...."

He drags more of his body over the barricade to so he could lean a bit closer and he whispers.

"The reason my arc pistol glows orange is even because i have managed to get a weak daemon inside of it to increase its power."

He pulls away and lifts himself proudly with one arm as he makes a gesture probably intended as self-aggrandizing with his free hand.

"I no longer serve the empire of the false Omnissiah, that corpse on Ter-"

Before he can finish his proud proclamation, his hand slips and he falls on the ground besides her.

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"If you want it to be how it was so you can sleep on it, then i can put it back in to one big pile again."

He grabs some of the treasure (junk), intending to throw it back to the original pile.

"This... could take a while if i do it alone."

Her minion starts trying to sort the content of her hoard in to seperate areas dedicated to one type of thing each. [ @ask-a-chaos-skitarii ]

"W-What are you...? HEY I WAS SLEEPING ON THAT PILE!"

The walking example of a chaos lifeform does not exactly understand the concept of order it seems...

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

(winged skitarii anon here againe. been a while since my last ask so I dont really know what to do from where I left off. anyways-)

"False... Omnissiah?" she tilts her head, and lets out a confused hum. Surely as a Fellow Mechanicus(tm) he must worship the same god as her? That thought is probably for later though...

She listens more to what he has to say. But before she can ask any more questions, she's noticed that he has run off to pick up a strange toaster placed on the ground nearby before heading towards a large pile of scrap where a Heldrake is also resting.

She takes off and flies high, eventually landing not far from the scrap pile, all the while attempting to stay out of sight. Discreetly peeking over a makeshift barricade (unfortunately her ear/horn-like implants and glowing lenses more than likely make her conspicuous), she eavesdrops on the conversation between the Heldrake and the male skitarii - his excitement over the prospect of being able to take to the skies atop her back, and her indignation from that suggestion of being used as a battle-mount.

When the Heldrake grabbed him in her massive claws, the pteraxii ducked beneath the barrier. Wouldn't want to catch that thing's attention. And when she thought it was safe to look again she notices that the Heldrake has dug up, among some other things, a pair of wings surely severed from another of her kin - standard model, with a much more limited range of motion.

She covers her mouth (or the approximate area of her respirator-mask) in shock before hiding again, now even more terrified of what would happen were she to be found.

Having caught a small glimpse of her during his conversation with the Heldrake, when it becomes clear no one will spot her due to this, he makes his way to her hiding spot and jumps up to bend over the makeshift barricade (leaving his legs dangling as he is rather short) a bit to the side of where she sits.

He looks down at her with a smug smile, clearly unreasonably pleased with himself about finding her hiding spot.

"Still skulking around this heretic owned ship tech-sibling? This isn't exactly a safe place for loyalists like you. Personally, since you seem rather friendly, i wont tell anyone about your presence... willingly at least. But i cant exactly guarantee your safety if someone else spots you."

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"NONONO! I just thought it would look nice!"

*Thinks for a bit.*

"I could make it even less organized than it is now if you want that."

Her minion starts trying to sort the content of her hoard in to seperate areas dedicated to one type of thing each. [ @ask-a-chaos-skitarii ]

"W-What are you...? HEY I WAS SLEEPING ON THAT PILE!"

The walking example of a chaos lifeform does not exactly understand the concept of order it seems...

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"D-Do you not like the hoard being sorted?"

He looks over to an area of the trash pile hoard that had naturally become rather uniform and after a bit points at it.

".....Would you like it if i mixed stuff from other places of your hoard in to that area?"

Her minion starts trying to sort the content of her hoard in to seperate areas dedicated to one type of thing each. [ @ask-a-chaos-skitarii ]

"W-What are you...? HEY I WAS SLEEPING ON THAT PILE!"

The walking example of a chaos lifeform does not exactly understand the concept of order it seems...

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

*After days of waiting patiently I finally found the moment I was hoping for. You had put off your software update prompts too many times, and now your internal systems are forcing you to update.*

I only have a few moments to do this, and run like Kharne is on my heels.

*I run up pull down your hood, and place upon the back of your head. A small paper talisman, bearing purple slaaneshi runes.*

Ok, that lookes secured enough.

*I then put your hood back up and then run away like hell. Giggling to myself.*

Just after you get in to hiding, his cybernetic eye flickers back on and shortly after he opens his normal eye with a gasp before looking around a bit disoriented.

"Note to self, dont delay those updates to long. Apparently my former mistress forced me to do those as soon as i could for a good reason."

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

only got 6 followers, but thought it would be smart to ask

(the tag is "#chaos skitarii slaanesh-anigans btw)

in part asking cuz it seems tumblr apparently turns the setting to be shown those off sometimes as it happened to a someone

[ask-a-chaos-skitarii]

I let out more the previous noises and tremble a bit in response to the ways you touch me. Your last line get me to let out a small gasp out of shock, but otherwise i just try to remain silent, hoping you will grow bored enough of teasing me for now that you will leave to do something else.

*Tries to do the classic "Thumbtack in your chair" prank. But instead it's a draconic looking dildo with a knot at the base.*

Hehehehhehe! He'll never notice a thing, until it's too late! HHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!

Despite all odds, he somehow does not notice it as he walks to his chair and turns to sit on it. Furthermore, instead of sitting down carefully, which would have inevitably led to discovering it before it was to late, he decides to plop down rather suddenly, resulting in it going all the way, his expression very quickly growing more and more shocked as he descends on it. As he lands on the seat, he immediately takes a hand to cover his crotch and mouth as he involuntarily lets out a lewd sounding mix of a moan and a scream.

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Having caught his breath whilst she was searching, he stares at the items with various levels of damage for a bit.

"These are very damaged... But i can try and see if any useful parts can be salvaged and if i find someone capable of creating the correct equipment and augments..."

*Looks up at her*

"Then i think it could be possible for me to fly."

Her minion plops down on a conveniently non-spiky/sharp part of her trash pile hoard, seemingly also bored.

"Im curious, do you have any opinions on how i am dressed? Its quite unconventional for skitarii."

(im really curious to see if she even has thoughts about it at all)

She takes a good look at him.

"Very little armor. Good for flying because low weight means good dodge, but on the ground? No benefits. You should ask the Warpsmith about it."

The concept of non-combat clothes seems to be entirely foreign to her, to the point where it is clear that not even once she had spared a single thought about it.

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He lets out a terrified whimper at this and panics.

"NONONONONO!!!! I wouldnt do that! You would still decide where to go and who to fight! I would just be trying to shoot whatever enemies i could!"

Her minion plops down on a conveniently non-spiky/sharp part of her trash pile hoard, seemingly also bored.

"Im curious, do you have any opinions on how i am dressed? Its quite unconventional for skitarii."

(im really curious to see if she even has thoughts about it at all)

She takes a good look at him.

"Very little armor. Good for flying because low weight means good dodge, but on the ground? No benefits. You should ask the Warpsmith about it."

The concept of non-combat clothes seems to be entirely foreign to her, to the point where it is clear that not even once she had spared a single thought about it.