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@runningskaven
Running Skaven
Blog for a freed female skaven slave Fleer and her adventures.
21+
Fleer is a victim of sexual assault, so only some NSFW.
Open to crossovers
Available AU's.
Warhammer Fantasy.
Giant Pet.
40K Commissar.
Übershrike five mascot.
Dreadlord.
Feel free to ask or RP them.
That's me-me in the corner~
Thats me-me in the spot-light~
(comm from birb site fella)
Shit-pic
HAHA this pic-thing focking sucks but i have no patience nor time
Btw look at the text I made for him!! It was absolute terror, I'm not native speaker so it was a TOTAL lack of words when I tried to write
Race/Fur Colour: Skaven with patchy, greasy, pallid-brown fur that seems to have been stiff for a long time
Age: He is three years old — he thinks it is a lucky number. Less lucky than the number thirteen, though.
Size/Height: A worm-like, knotted body. 150 centimetres tall. Not a big one, not the smallest — just an ordinary clanrat.
Appearance:
The first thing you see are the dancing-twitching whiskers, not stopping even for a second; then comes the long, slimy snot from his glistening, runny nose and his noisy chittering. His nervous red eyes are sunk deep in a down-sliding, frayed hood. One ear has only half its flesh; the other is sometimes bent under the weight of rough-made dangling rings and stuff. Wan and gaunt, knotting-tangling in his own legs and weathered cloth when scuttling, Snotchewer gives the impression of a utterly useless underling. It is a common question: how has he survived so many months after his birth?
Weapons/Equipment:
- His weapon — a lance without a spear-tip. Instead, the wooden shaft is crowned with some tech-rat metal paw with two sharp blade-claws. Sometimes it spits warp-napalm, but in fifteen percent of cases it is just scrap. - A small amount of man-things cooking utensils - A strange skeleton of a chicken with a small horn instead of a head. When no one is watching, in the darkest corners, Snotchewer imagines himself a great skaven warlord, maybe even a Lord of Decay... And the horn-head is his own underling — stupid, useless, and servile, speak-squeaking in a thin, cravenly voice.
Magic Ability:
Sometimes things go wrong around him. He has no magic powers, though — unless being a mess counts, for enemies and allies both. Perhaps his magic ability is staying alive, no matter what happens to others. Like a decent skaven clanrat does.
Strengths:
Despite his weakness and uselessness, he cooks well and has a strange sort of helpfulness edging on — uh — loyalty. Maybe this is the reason he is still alive?
Weaknesses:
Hard to pick one weakness from a tangle. He has many: clumsy, weak, and weeping. He cannot even hold his lance right.
Personality/Behavior:
There are two conditions in which he exists normally: snotty joyfulness and total fear of something. In the first condition, he remains in blissful ignorance of the second. He is a stupid, servile creature, mumbling and chittering around the big rat-things.
Short Backstory:
All stories of clanrats are similar. He spawned at a breed-pit, was strong enough to survive and crawl out, then killed-stabbed, and starved in the tunnels. The difference is Snotchewer is still alive, while all his friends-enemies are buried with their kin's flesh and bones.
Goals: his four commandments is:
- cook the perfect stew - do not die today - make master-boss proud (or at least not angry) - one day, hold his lance without dropping it
Tweak is the greatest sneak ever!
She claimbed up to the cookie jar (Skaven are expert climbers) and using her new bag, filled it with cookies before sneaking off to gorge herself on sweats.
Master criminal.
Linkle had watched the entire thing. Indulging every once in a while wasn't bad. She'd step in if it got too much.
Adorable though.
Oh no, her crime is runined!
She is too small to get a cup of milk to dip her ill gotten gains in.
Much crying is had as her master plan is undone by size.
Somehow, by complete miracle, there is a cup of milk on the chair behind her. Astounding. How did it get there?
Wonder in her beady eyes as she carefully reveals her master plan, she breaks off part of the cookie, dunks it in the milk, then eats the soften cookie, genius! No one is as smart as her.
She whimpers as he cleans her wounds, looks like she took a rock to the head judging by the bump and blood. "My man thing costume got caught on a nail nail, fell apart, people see the real me and panic."
"If they only knew you as I do, Fleer. Gods above, I'm sorry this happened." Truth carefully worked on the bump on her head, wiping the blood away before applying the cream to prevent any infection. He then put gauze on it before securing it with some tape. He then took the time to check the other wounds, treating them as need be.
Lots of bruises. She was pelted by all sorts of stones, Fleer tries not to cry, but can't help it.
Truth does what he can and applies the last bandage, being as gentle as he could. When he finished, he notices the tears in Fleer's eyes and he wrapped his arms loosely around her, his attempt to comfort her without making her feel trapped.
She buries her muzzle in her hands and weeps openly, accepting the hug.
Tweak is the greatest sneak ever!
She claimbed up to the cookie jar (Skaven are expert climbers) and using her new bag, filled it with cookies before sneaking off to gorge herself on sweats.
Master criminal.
Linkle had watched the entire thing. Indulging every once in a while wasn't bad. She'd step in if it got too much.
Adorable though.
Oh no, her crime is runined!
She is too small to get a cup of milk to dip her ill gotten gains in.
Much crying is had as her master plan is undone by size.
Warhammer commission art. Added a noticeable signature however because of the whole AI stealing our art, so they don't have an excuse saying they didn't know it was mine when they end snatching my shit.
NO MORE EXAM SLAVERY YES-YES
Spent a few hours just to understand that rendering sucks and I can only do rough sketches (I was ragebaited by picture deleted everything and now it needs to be redrawn)
Btw, it could be Snotchewer, a lil sneezy clanrat, but I need to study skaven armour more, don't like it now..............
From Lords of Stone and Steel (WHRP)
"I love our daughter Fleer. So much."
"She is best best child." She sighs as mud covered Tweak marches in. "And you just just gave her that cloak....."
"Good, she is breaking it in."
Tweak then rolls on the floor, spreading the mud.
"No no no." Fleer picks her up. "We do not not do that.... Bath time time young lady!"
Tweak flails, no, not bath time!
"I love our daughter Fleer. So much."
"She is best best child." She sighs as mud covered Tweak marches in. "And you just just gave her that cloak....."
Tweak needs a hat! She obviously thought the pouch was a hat.
Linkle had a better idea. A deep blue hooded mantle to match her mama. Protects against rain, sun, and is very cool and cute.
She loves her Tweak.
Puts it on.... Then runs to Mudsdale to show off and get muddy.
Venithara looks down at the Skaven, then grins wickedly, revealing many sharp teeth.
Fear musk, GO!
"Mmm, delightful." She said, unphased. "Mine's bigger, though."
Her own musk was released, overpowering Fleer's and making her brain foggy, so it was difficult to focus or think. Well, think of anything that wasn't lewd, anyway.
Collapses frothing at the mouth.
Venithara looks down at the Skaven, then grins wickedly, revealing many sharp teeth.
Fear musk, GO!
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(cont. from here)
An orc? Muggsy suspected that the orcs of this world weren't anything like the ones back home...
In fact, during his (granted, brief) time sneaking around in this world (Malus, he recalled its name was?), he'd heard some...frankly terrifying accounts of the "greenskins"; how ruthlessly they attacked others, how much they seemed to enjoy the carnage they wrought (except for the Black Orcs), and how widespread a threat they were...
"...How did you run afoul of this orc," he asked Fleer in a serious tone, "and is there a chance they'll come find you again?"
"We we share the same forest.... Normally I am hidden, but but it found me this time, pulled my tail, punched me, looking for a fight....." She holds out a bloody knife. "So I stab stabbed him.... A lot... And bit and clawed."
Day 2123: shaded the copper metallic parts with a dark green, may add some paler patches with a paler green to make the verdigris a little more visible. Also shaded the cloak and leathers with a dark brown. Need to figure out the small rats and basing plan at some point
