skxrbrand

[skxrbrand]

[skxrbrand]

Still feelin' a lil bit crabby on account of the Moon Curse, so here's a bust of Malal! In my HC, Malal is the offspring of Khorne and Slaanesh and his parentage is the reason he and his daemons can do what most things cannot: kill other daemons permanently instead of merely banishing them. He isn't supposed to exist, is in constant torment due to the wrongness of his being, and he hates all other Chaos Gods.

Malal is here because of a dare Slaanesh accepted from the Elf Gods, because Khorne wanted something as similar to himself to fight and kill, and probably because Tzeentch was scheming to bring him into being. Only Nurgle has absolutely no hand in his conception.

Currently, he is bound to Khade and both gods have been forced into a comatose state by Tzeentch following an ill-fated siege on Tzeentch's Realm. Lore-wise, this resulted in the canon AU over at @thefouraboveall, which I haven't forgotten. Just don't have the batteries to run two blogs atm orz

As of the Misbegotten Fic, Malal probably has like six other siblings who either he or Khorne slew, explaining the defeated God-Heads on Khorne's ring. He also has siblings in Hashut, Skarbrand, and a Rival in the Horned Rat.

[skxrbrand]

[skxrbrand]

" You know what I mean Wizard. Why are you doing it? To what ends?"

" Arcanites never do anything for it's own sake. No, no, it's always part of some bigger, more elaborate scheme. I have killed many of you and foiled such plans; I should know. So tell me now, sorceror. Perhaps your death will be quick, if it comes at all."

"To uncover the runes of unbinding, one must first understand the runes of binding. From my current findings, it seems these runes resist being reoriented, so traditional reversals won't work. However, you can weaken the binding's power, as we recently demonstrated with Frank. Additionally, I observed that the blade develops a positive electrostatic charge when it is 'filled.'" He answered the question but only as much as he needed. He wouldn't say it was to find a way to free him.

@skxrbrand

[skxrbrand]

"Listen whelp. These hands were made from butchering meat and destroying foes."

" Which are you, so that I know how to handle you correctly?" Khazaan is in a mood apparently. A plume of smoke puffs from flaring nostrils like an angry bull or dragon.

@skxrbrand continued from x

Terrance frowned angrily with reddened cheeks, this was embarrassing enough as it is without the laughter.

"You ignite me and you'll make Skarbrand mad," he countered, pointing a finger at the beast. "And I WOULD try and shear myself, but how do I reach around my back, hm? I can't. So, I need someone to help... So....will you help me or NOT?"

[skxrbrand]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[skxrbrand]

" Perhaps you exist in the wrong realms. Blood is easy to stir, easier to spill. War is never far for those who thirst for it. Even those who fear it's coming cannot avoid it for long..." The Daemon rumble, ponderous and amused all at once. Life was a battle, as much as peacelovers and pacifists insisted otherwise.

"King?" The Bloodthirter chuckles, his frame shaking with dark mirth. "A King with no court. Stolen by these 'monsters', I presume?" Hollows. Odd eyes flash with interest. So, this realm was different then? The souls within different. Not only consumed by monsters, but the monsters themselves.

" Are you a hollow? Is that the reason for the hole in your chest, Panther King? Or did one of your usurpers put it there?"

he catches that tone and offers a scoff of his own. "Two wars in the span of five years is a lot when you're dead. Decades can go by with nothin' happening at all. Hell, the last decade's been exactly that." two wars in the span of five years is a lot when you're alive, too, but he doesn't care. to him, the wars only happened because stupid people got stupid ideas and had enough power to sway other stupid people into it. ...but not him. he'd been after something else. he was different.

"...." it's definitely an impressive title. titles? he can't tell if that second part is a title or a descriptor, and he isn't about to give it much thought or even visible recognition. "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Panther King and King of -" he pauses, considering something briefly. skarbrand wouldn't know what a hollow was, let alone where the hollows resided... "..Monsters." close enough. "When the dead ain't put to rest, they become monsters who eat souls - already dead or ripped from living bodies, or even other monsters. Their humanity's gone and all they want is to consume to fill"

...feels really weird calling hollows monsters, but that's what they are, aren't they? they definitely look monstrous enough, and behave accordingly... "...Monsters called Hollows."

[skxrbrand]

Theseus and The minotaur

[skxrbrand]

found this lil lizard half frozen to death on my front porch and i decided to warm her up with my jacket fresh out the dryer

she is now loose in my room somewhere :)

[skxrbrand]

Khazaan crushing anon's vore dreams all 206 bones at once:

[skxrbrand]

Hegemonic patriarchy enjoys pushing this narrative about dominance and conquering, but the reality is that your average man submits to many things and most of those things are men above him in station in the context of a variety of things. Your average guy is submitting more than he is dominating; has more people over him than under him.

The exact same is true for your average Khornate, despite the fact Khorne is the God of Dominance and Conquering.

[skxrbrand]

What would Kha'xanzyr and Khazaan do if they were free from Skarbrand?

Even they don't know. They haven't thought about it since Khorne ditched all of them. The thing about Khornates is that they are highly hierarchical and it's that hierarchy that informs who they are / what they do / believe. Wanna know a Secret? Even Skarbrand isn't sure what the hell he's supposed to be doing. He's just the strongest, so everyone (everyone Khornate) submits without question.

Even if Khazaan and Kha'xanzyr weren't bound to axes, there's a very good chance nothing would change, especially in Khazaan's case.

Ironically, for being Daemons of Domination and sons to Big Daddy Dom Khorne himself, Khornates do a LOT of submitting and following orders to the point where they often cannot function beyond being mindless death machines without direction from a higher source.

[skxrbrand]

he needs enrichment

[skxrbrand]

top sounds

bark

awrf

arf arf

woof

yip yip

wruff

rr..rruff

[skxrbrand]

[skxrbrand]

Indifference at first. Unlike his kin, who would only see Alphonse's efforts at annoyances or offenses (that is, the kind of a offense a fly buzzing around the ear might offer), Kha'xanzyr was more long-sighted. It was a rare trait in a Daemon of Khorne. There was no outward change to the Bloodthirster, who still looked disinterested.

"Why are you studying runes of binding?"

Continued from here

He glanced at Frank’s head, then at Kha’xanzyr. The silent question in his weary eyes was clear: Is that head mine or yours? With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his temples. The intricate runic project had consumed him for weeks, demanding fluency in a language not dead but zealously guarded. Breaking into Skarbrand’s throne room to study the axes had been a harrowing ordeal. Evading both Skarbrand and N’Kari’s detection had been so perilous that he'd resorted to hiring impish gossip-mongers to provide a distraction.

The result of all that effort? A moderately successful dagger capable of trapping the soul of a lesser demon—a promising start, but far from finished. And now, exhaustion gnawed at him. He wasn’t supposed to feel tired; his kind didn’t get tired. Yet here he was, his true form threatening to burst free as feathers pushed against his human skin, making it shimmer faintly. He was molting. The constant pressure—of needing rest, craving release, yet feeling driven to work until his hands bled—was unbearable.

The only entity present to offer guidance was Kha’xanzyr, who, unsurprisingly, radiated indifference toward his grievances. So instead of venting, he held the dagger out to him, his voice flat and tinged with frustration.

@skxrbrand

“Thoughts?”

[skxrbrand]

" Mortals definitions of 'a shit load'," Kha'xanzyr grimaces at the choice of words, repeating them in almost mocking cadence, " Are drops in the bucket for daemons."

" Tell me then, killer. How many lives have you stolen?"

Aaaand right back to iritation. The Fixer scoffs.

"Yeah right. I don' beg nobody fo' nothin'.

Second, I could take out a shitload 'ov' people by my damn self 'fore you could even blink!"

Maaaybe that was a tad bit of an exaggeration. But, the Fixer doesn't care. She's never been fond of being looked down upon. Both literally and figuratively in this case. She'll prove herself if she has to.