“Hey, you! What are you??”
"Cruel and violent"
"No, but like, what's your sex?"
"Vicious, extended, and preferably involving edged weapons.”
“No, like- what's in your pants?”
"About fifty fucking knives, just in case."
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@ask-thyndrak
“Hey, you! What are you??”
"Cruel and violent"
"No, but like, what's your sex?"
"Vicious, extended, and preferably involving edged weapons.”
“No, like- what's in your pants?”
"About fifty fucking knives, just in case."
“Now listen here, I murdered a lot of people to earn the ability to be a huge hypocrite without anyone daring to call me on it, and I’m damn well going to use it.”
REST NOW LITTLE SHRIKE-FLAYED THING MOTHER IS HERE AND SHE LOVES YOU AS SHE LOVES THE BRANCH THAT PIERCED YOUR RIBS AND THE HUNTER THAT CAST YOU UPON IT
Eldar Height; How tall are eldar?
So we’re all on the same page: yes, eldar are said to be taller than most humans. They’re not like 8 feet though. You should imagine an eldar easily traversing a human habitat. Most doors are like 6′8″ tall, and most eldar should juuust barely have to duck their pointy helmets to get through. AND let’s consider, armored space marines are said to be 7′6″ and up, and eldar are NEVER described as taller than space marines. Any taller than that and it’s just like, indignant; at that point we’re pretty much just dancer of the boreal valley-posting.
Imo, eldar range between (Smol) 6″3′ - 7″3′ (tol), and anything beyond or beneath that is something you should politely not remark upon.
[To my understanding Space Marines are 7-8ft and average at around 7.5ft, seeing as portrayals indicate Eldar being taller than your basic human but shorter than a Space Marine; I’d imagine they’re around…7ft average but I could be wrong.]
Note: Thyndrak is eight foot tall before armor, but this is not normal for Eldar. She did this on purpose so that she would be taller than most space marines.
“I must inform you that I both know you are there, and that sword won’t be of any use against me, if you truly wish to fight.”
Thyndrak’s lips draw back from her teeth in what should be a smile, if you just look at what the muscles of her face are doing, but somehow absolutely isn’t. “It might distract you from my teeth.”
“I am in full power armor.” Darius says as he puts down his data-slate.
Thyndrak slowly lifts her sword- a piece of hardened Xenos workmanship- and slides the middle of the blade nto her mouth.
She bites down on it.
It shatters into flinders in an instant, the two halves falling to the floor.
She spits a chunk of it out at Darius’s feet, and opens her mouth again. Whatever normal-looking substance previously coated her teeth is scraped away in large parts, revealing a jet-black metal that pulses with confined void-pulses.
“Waste of a good sword, but it does prove a point. Although good as a fighter as you undoubtedly are, are you as good as a twelve millennia old Astartes who endured a virus bombing, and perpetual war?”
“How old do you think I am, mon’keigh? How many things do you think I have killed?”
“I’m not doubting your skill, I’m simply saying that I do not know of any Drukhari that spends all of their time fighting worthy opponents, ones that pose a challenge. Not weaklings in an arena.”
Thyndrak starts laughing. She keeps going for a solid 30 seconds.
“Hell! I was going to kill you, but now it’d be funnier to tell Lelith what you said! SHE’D TEAR YOUR LEGS OFF AND PIN YOU IN HER TROPHY ROOM FOR THAT!!”
“I’ve duelled greater Daemons. And won.” Darius says at that.
“I’m assuming this Lelith is a wych?”
“She was fighting creatures more deadly than you when your species was still pawing in the dirt for grubs.”
“I must inform you that I both know you are there, and that sword won’t be of any use against me, if you truly wish to fight.”
Thyndrak’s lips draw back from her teeth in what should be a smile, if you just look at what the muscles of her face are doing, but somehow absolutely isn’t. “It might distract you from my teeth.”
“I am in full power armor.” Darius says as he puts down his data-slate.
Thyndrak slowly lifts her sword- a piece of hardened Xenos workmanship- and slides the middle of the blade nto her mouth.
She bites down on it.
It shatters into flinders in an instant, the two halves falling to the floor.
She spits a chunk of it out at Darius’s feet, and opens her mouth again. Whatever normal-looking substance previously coated her teeth is scraped away in large parts, revealing a jet-black metal that pulses with confined void-pulses.
“Waste of a good sword, but it does prove a point. Although good as a fighter as you undoubtedly are, are you as good as a twelve millennia old Astartes who endured a virus bombing, and perpetual war?”
“How old do you think I am, mon’keigh? How many things do you think I have killed?”
“I’m not doubting your skill, I’m simply saying that I do not know of any Drukhari that spends all of their time fighting worthy opponents, ones that pose a challenge. Not weaklings in an arena.”
Thyndrak starts laughing. She keeps going for a solid 30 seconds.
“Hell! I was going to kill you, but now it’d be funnier to tell Lelith what you said! SHE’D TEAR YOUR LEGS OFF AND PIN YOU IN HER TROPHY ROOM FOR THAT!!”
“I must inform you that I both know you are there, and that sword won’t be of any use against me, if you truly wish to fight.”
Thyndrak’s lips draw back from her teeth in what should be a smile, if you just look at what the muscles of her face are doing, but somehow absolutely isn’t. “It might distract you from my teeth.”
“I am in full power armor.” Darius says as he puts down his data-slate.
Thyndrak slowly lifts her sword- a piece of hardened Xenos workmanship- and slides the middle of the blade nto her mouth.
She bites down on it.
It shatters into flinders in an instant, the two halves falling to the floor.
She spits a chunk of it out at Darius’s feet, and opens her mouth again. Whatever normal-looking substance previously coated her teeth is scraped away in large parts, revealing a jet-black metal that pulses with confined void-pulses.
“Waste of a good sword, but it does prove a point. Although good as a fighter as you undoubtedly are, are you as good as a twelve millennia old Astartes who endured a virus bombing, and perpetual war?”
“How old do you think I am, mon’keigh? How many things do you think I have killed?”
“I must inform you that I both know you are there, and that sword won’t be of any use against me, if you truly wish to fight.”
Thyndrak’s lips draw back from her teeth in what should be a smile, if you just look at what the muscles of her face are doing, but somehow absolutely isn’t. “It might distract you from my teeth.”
“I am in full power armor.” Darius says as he puts down his data-slate.
Thyndrak slowly lifts her sword- a piece of hardened Xenos workmanship- and slides the middle of the blade nto her mouth.
She bites down on it.
It shatters into flinders in an instant, the two halves falling to the floor.
She spits a chunk of it out at Darius’s feet, and opens her mouth again. Whatever normal-looking substance previously coated her teeth is scraped away in large parts, revealing a jet-black metal that pulses with confined void-pulses.
“I must inform you that I both know you are there, and that sword won’t be of any use against me, if you truly wish to fight.”
Thyndrak’s lips draw back from her teeth in what should be a smile, if you just look at what the muscles of her face are doing, but somehow absolutely isn’t. “It might distract you from my teeth.”
“I deeply resent my body for requiring food to live, but my attempts to wire it to a darklight reactor were disastrous, so here I am.”
“Ma’am this is a Wendys”
Pets
Aestra owns too many Grynixes because she doesn’t get them fixed. She buys black furred ones, but they sneak out and have mysterious litters of gingers?
Valossian still remembers the incident when Aestras pets tried to mate with his warp beasts. It was a busy week
She thought it was extremely amusing…until they started multiplying
“Have you considered buying males?“
“would you like a kitten?”
“Oh yes, they’re delicious.”
Pets
Aestra owns too many Grynixes because she doesn’t get them fixed. She buys black furred ones, but they sneak out and have mysterious litters of gingers?
Valossian still remembers the incident when Aestras pets tried to mate with his warp beasts. It was a busy week
She thought it was extremely amusing…until they started multiplying
“Have you considered buying males?“
"So, What are you doing for the new year cycle?"
“Still deciding which invitation to accept…Leaning towards Thydrak’s. Her pain gardens are lovely this time of year”
“Why thank you. There is a particular delight to snatching up mortals from the midst of their own celebrations, it’s true. High expectations means piquant despair.”
Send one of these symbols for my muse to find your muse passed out on the floor because…
🍸 They got really drunk
🐍 A snake bit them
💫 They got knocked out by someone/something
😴 There’re really tired
🍔 They went into a massive food coma
🥊 They got punched
🗡 Because they got stabbed
🤣 Because there not actually passed out but they wanna prank/scare my muse
🤒 Because they’ve been sick and passed out as a result
🖤 Because they passed out from being heartbroken
❤ Because they passed out from being lovestruck
💭 Make your own
[Aestra’s equivalent of a tracksuit]
[Thyndrak wears one of these when she goes jogging and gobbles protein shakes]
"I was thinking of naming one of them Asdrubael if it's a boy or Asdrubaelle if it's a girl. What do you think?"
"Dear, have you considered choosing a name that bears no correlation with the reason why three-fourths of my Kabal resemble fiends and daemons?"
“C’mon Aurel nobody likes sour grapes”
“CORESPUR KARAOKE NIGHT BITCHES, LET’S GO, DIBS ON SINGING ‘THE SUFFERING OF QU’ “
@ask-asdrubaelvect @archon-khromys @ask-archon-skourna
“I don’t like the Suffering of Qu at ALL”
“WHY do you think I chose it”