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💌 (to Max😳)

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Dear Maxwell,

How have you been lately? I hope you're doing well. Nothing much has been going on around here, so I suppose I've been a bit lonely.

You can always stop by to visit, if you want. I always enjoy having company around. And it's always a good opportunity to bake something nice. I hope to see you again soon.

Always,

Annalise

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Quotittak 90% of the time does this unintentionally and regrets it immediately. She's extremely compassionate and doesn't like hurting other creatures especially if it is something she's being forced/ordered to do to avoid being hurt herself.

There's quite a few times where she just forgets her own strenght too, and ends up sending someone flying after giving them a high five a bit too roughly or breaking a table after putting too much force while using the rolling pin on bread dough.

When your OC inevitably hurts someone or breaks something, how intentional, on average, were their actions in doing so?

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Donno if I ever mentioned this here but: Quotittak doesn't understand the concept of death at all. Even if she were to watch a corpse rot in front of her she still wouldn't be able to just comprehend what's going on- to her it's like saying pigs can fly. It's surreal and it just doesn't make sense. She literally thinks dead things are just in a prolonged sleep state because that is what makes most sense in her mind. It isn't denial, she wouldn't grieve someone who passed away because she just doesn't comprehend that death is a real process that exists.

Again: reminder she has lived her entire life as a vegetable breeding machine in Skavenblight. She has JUST RECENTLY made an identity for herself with an actual name. She just started living her life (despite ironically having given life to so many others). She has had enough strenght to keep going despite warpstone mutations & physical changes, but in exchange her mental state has been severely affected.

Best example I can give you to get a clearer idea is that episode in the chucky series where Chucky ends up getting 'brain-bleached' as a result of exposure to incessant torture. (And for those that have seen the series YES I KNOW I KNOW BUT IM PICTURING THIS SCENARIO WITHOUT THE CONTEXT OF THE SHITTY PLOT TWIST LATER ON)

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stories-from-the-warp:

Kruber blinked.

"...'Ello to you, Quo... Quo-tic... Quo-tick-tack," he attempted to greet with a salute. Either Queekish was difficult for those who only spoke Reikspiel or the sergeant was still dumbfounded by all this.

Saltzpyre opened the door that was part of the keep's gate. He looked back to Quotittak and bid her to wait a moment. He would have to unbar and open the entire gate for her to enter. After some grunting, he accomplished this and led on.

Inside the center of Taal's Horn Keep, Lohner was reviewing the map on his table---until he heard some unusually heavy footsteps. Looking up, he quickly discovered the source.

"Bloody Hell!" the former innkeeper remarked. "If you had told me we were having some company, I might've been able to spruce-up the place a bit."

Saltzpyre rolled his eyes at Lohner's joke.

"So, what's your plan with this one? Just going to put them to the question or..?"

"I will have the answers I require," Saltzpyre replied. "But until then, she may stay here."

"And how do you suppose that will work?" Lohner asked in disbelief. "What, arrange a room for her? Tell Sienna to go bunk with Kerillian, is that it? For how long?"

Saltzpyre deadpanned. "Here, I said," pointing to the floor. No one was going to give up their room for a giant Skaven.

"...Aye, that'll do it," Lohner nodded. Still, there would a giant Skaven left in the middle of the keep and people would likely be concerned about that.

There were no complaints. In fact, the Skaven didn't seem offended nor phased by the arrangements of sleeping on the floor- then again, she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed; so far she still did not realize Saltzpyre and his crew slaughtered tons of her kind.

She greeted Lohner the same way she greeted Kruber. Upon being told that she could rest here, the giant rat took it upon herself to explore the area- though without straying too far from where she was instructed to remain... and until she could no longer bear the pain in her back that required her to lay down.

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The assumption that the Skaven was attempting escape would've been the logic conclusion considering what they all had experienced with the children of The Horned Rat, however, it wasn't until she abruptly stopped and slowly settled within her handmade 'bed-hole' that they realized she was... just making herself at home; resting on her belly and tucking up all of her limbs underneath, using a large stone she removed from the floor to rest her chin on like it was a firm pillow, her cane leaned against a nearby wall behind her to easily reach.

Up until now the Skaven had been nothing but quiet, an uncharacteristic gentle giant. But it wasn't even a couple hours in when she decided to 'arrange' the portion of the floor she chose as her 'bed-area' that some indecorous destruction, typical of the wretched vermin, would take place: smashing and cracking of stones ringed throughout Thaal's Horn Keep, enough to scare straight anyone in there as the Quotittak ruthlessly drove her fists on the ground, effortlessly separating bits of stone- big and small, until she reached dirt and created a crater in the ground. She made it look easy akin to crushing eggshells and digging into sand, it was quick and violent.

Now they all could get an idea of why she could've been extremely important for Skaven- she wasn't just being a breeding female: she was a weapon.

Regardless of her personality, this served as a reminder that this... this was still a potential threat to The Empire, a beast. What else was she capable of? What would she even be like if you got on her bad side? Surely, she could badly injure at least three of the Ubersreik Five if she wished... and yet... she has never once shown this same force with malicious intent towards them up to this point, or to save her own skin. But why? She wasn't entirely defenseless and she wasn't scared, what differentiated her from acting like the rest? Why was she just nice?

"What?" Quoti bluntly asked once she took notice she'd gained some attention... mainly from Saltzpyre since, to an extent, any wrecking or trouble she caused was his responsibility- his blame for the taking. It was the devouted Son of Sigmar's choice to bring her along with them for questioning after all... one could say (likely Sienna) this was a little price to pay for his obsession with Skaven and thirsting for more knowledge.

"Man-thing want-need some thing?" Her tone was confused and... still, so frustratingly naïve and 'innocent'; it was like a pitiful mockery to the entire Skaven species and their wretched ways, and a complete insult to all of the suffering they've brought upon him.

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The journey back to Taal's Horn Keep was uneventful, as usual. Injured and exhausted after culling a few thousand Skaven, the Ubersreik Five---or whichever four of them had gone out---would limp back to the old fortress, tend to their wounds and collapse into their beds. What made this return trip different was their "guest": a Skaven female who somehow left her clan's breeding pit.

Markus Kruber, having broken a leg during an earlier mission, was left behind at the keep. As the sun began to set, he moved himself to sit out in front of the gate and waited for the others to return. Bardin appeared first, eager to swap stories with Kruber over drinks later. Kerillian and Sienna walked together, struggling to muffle their laughter and conceal their wide grins. Kruber inquired, but the ladies just scurried away.

Saltzpyre's stove-pipe hat appeared over the crest of the hill before he did. Even from this distance, Kruber could feel the old witch-hunter's cold gaze upon him. Judging by the women's behavior, he assumed something happened---to the embarrassment or frustration of Saltzpyre, but to their delight.

"Sir," Kruber sat himself upright before giving a salute. "Welcome back. What news from--"

Catching glimpse of the giant Skaven trailing Old One-Eye, Kruber ignored his current condition and sprang into action. "Sir! Rat Ogre behind you!" he cried out.

Kerillian and Sienna had utterly lost it, bursting with laughter from inside the keep.

"At ease, Sergeant," Saltzpyre grunted with a wave of his hand. "This one is for questioning."

"...Sir??" Kruber questioned. He saw no wounds on the giant rat's bulky frame or any sort of bindings on its limbs. How could his companions---or perhaps Saltzpyre alone---have taken such a monstrous Skaven captive?

"As I said, this one is for questioning," Saltzpyre reaffirmed. "Do not make me repeat myself again, Sergeant."

Despite severe confusion, Kruber took the witch-hunter at his word and sat back down with a grunt.

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Quotittak:

Why is the ball in the sky so bright and why does it go down

What do humans do for fun

What is sigmar

If im hungry but i dont have food can i eat grass and stones

How do i learn to make food

What is a bread

Basic sandwich recipe

If i am skaven can i make human friends

Why do flowers take so long to open

what would be some of your ocs recent google searches?

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Quotittak fuckign LOVES berries. Raids all types of berry bushes she can find.

Yummy colorful ball-food

what is your ocs favourite fruit?

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When she could no longer give birth to litters, Quotittak was allowed to be left alive because the Lords of Decay see potential in her strenght to become a Rat Ogre variant of sorts. It wasn't her choice, she was just lucky that her body is so sturdy- otherwise... well.

why is your oc still alive? 

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Quotittak's crying is usually silent- she barely speaks unless she's required to and her voice is shaky and meek.

However,

In the scenario where she's scared- no, terrified for her life, other than the expected musk of fear scent- she screams and bawls her eyes out while attempting to fight back or flee.

how does your oc cry? do they sob, snivel, scream? is it quiet or loud? does it depend on the situation?

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Quotittak can't resist warpstone😔 she will eat it. It's still addicting to her like it is w all Skaven methinks. Best thing you can do is just keeping her away from it to avoid the risk of becoming like Throt the Unclean (developing Black Hunger and further mutations).

What can't your OC resist?

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The 'Rat Ogre' in question stumbled a little as she followed the four inside the keep, her cane getting stuck here and there between a few rocks on the ground... and the Skaven seemed completely oblivious to the Sergeant's initial panic, followed by the exchange between him and her new 'friend' about her.

Once she finally took notice of Kruber's presence, she smiled and waved, "Another man-thing, hello! I-I am Quotittak!" She simply greeted, before her dark green eyes darted off to examine her surroundings once more, taking in the new enviroment and scents.

Kruber wasn't imagining it: this giant rat had no restraints, no disabling wounds, no weapons to call her own, not even cowering in fear, anxiety, or manic anger like most ratmen would after being made prisoners! She was uncharacteristically tame, happy and curious.

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The journey back to Taal's Horn Keep was uneventful, as usual. Injured and exhausted after culling a few thousand Skaven, the Ubersreik Five---or whichever four of them had gone out---would limp back to the old fortress, tend to their wounds and collapse into their beds. What made this return trip different was their "guest": a Skaven female who somehow left her clan's breeding pit.

Markus Kruber, having broken a leg during an earlier mission, was left behind at the keep. As the sun began to set, he moved himself to sit out in front of the gate and waited for the others to return. Bardin appeared first, eager to swap stories with Kruber over drinks later. Kerillian and Sienna walked together, struggling to muffle their laughter and conceal their wide grins. Kruber inquired, but the ladies just scurried away.

Saltzpyre's stove-pipe hat appeared over the crest of the hill before he did. Even from this distance, Kruber could feel the old witch-hunter's cold gaze upon him. Judging by the women's behavior, he assumed something happened---to the embarrassment or frustration of Saltzpyre, but to their delight.

"Sir," Kruber sat himself upright before giving a salute. "Welcome back. What news from--"

Catching glimpse of the giant Skaven trailing Old One-Eye, Kruber ignored his current condition and sprang into action. "Sir! Rat Ogre behind you!" he cried out.

Kerillian and Sienna had utterly lost it, bursting with laughter from inside the keep.

"At ease, Sergeant," Saltzpyre grunted with a wave of his hand. "This one is for questioning."

"...Sir??" Kruber questioned. He saw no wounds on the giant rat's bulky frame or any sort of bindings on its limbs. How could his companions---or perhaps Saltzpyre alone---have taken such a monstrous Skaven captive?

"As I said, this one is for questioning," Saltzpyre reaffirmed. "Do not make me repeat myself again, Sergeant."

Despite severe confusion, Kruber took the witch-hunter at his word and sat back down with a grunt.

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Happily dancing for Pride Month

"I'm beautiful in my way

Cause gods make no mistakes

I'm on the right track baby

I wassss born this way!"

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✏️ Offers a Snek Man

Send me a ✏️ and I'll draw your muse. // @raktanag

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The chunkier serpent slithered back a little. Without any context into the past of the Snake With a Man's Face, to him- this seemed to be a bit of an overreaction over something as mundane as a different country.

"Pardon?" Cornelius squinted his eyes with pure confusion, for a moment tilting his head to the side.

"Why, I've never once heard of sssuch thing!" There was a hint of surprise and excitement in his voice, before going pensive as he thought, crossing his arms and scratching his chin.

"I've never read of other Naga variantsss or- well, species, that aren't tied to the Infernal Ssserpents. " He observed. Infernal? Was this Western Man involved with some forms of dark magic?

"Eh, live and learn, I ssuppose. The Nagas I know- mainly me- become like thiss..." he gestured over to himself,

"as a result of making a deal with a ssserpentine demon. I wished for ssweet, sweet immortality... and well, it wass not disclosed to me that I would lose part of me in the processss..." he snorted, "not that I care to have a tail and a bigger sstomach instead of legss, mind you.

But! I cannot l turn back into a human. Or a full sssnake for that matter."

Serpent Lord? Well, that was a title only reserved to Shesha, the King of all Snakes, why would he...

"EXCUSE ME WHAAAAAAAT?!" England? Did he hear it right?? The Pale Ones' homeland?! FOR REAL?!

"Uhm... NO?? Nagas are Nagas! We are born like thisss! We can shapeshift into full humans and full snakes, but thisss is our normal appearance!"

This one basically cheated his way into becoming a Naga... Typical Western man...

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ANNA-

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Time to attempt to organize this chaos in writing format that I call a roleplay blog .