Skaven Shenanigans

A side blog exclusively for Skaven Asks, RP, and Stories/Comics!

[skaven-shenanigans]

Welcome, manthings, underlings, and 'rival' playthings!

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This is an rp/ask sideblog for @glowfangarts to prevent blog clog. I'll still accept and send asks through main same as this one but all rp content will be reblogged here for continuation or archiving!

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CHARACTER LIST

(Characters who belong to the same story or cross into others will share a tag alongside their individual name tags)

#Strange  Beauty- https://www.tumblr.com/skaven-shenanigans/788371384867979264/strange-beauty

-Vykstyrn Darkweaver (primary muse)

https://www.tumblr.com/skaven-shenanigans/788067201306542080/vykstyrn-darkweaver

RULES

No minors! Blog owner is 20+!   Warhammer and its fandom involve a lot of dark and mature themes, and skaven are the most depraved of  races so for the safety and comfort of all involved, you must be 18+

2. General content warning! Once again, dark and mature themes, some common ones being violence, blood/gore, general horror, racism/speciesm, classicism, abuse, cannibalism- it goes on

3. NSFW/suggestive asks allowed as long as they remain relevant to rp (no personal stuff)

4. Shipping! Sexual interest =/= romantic interest. Given the nature of skaven, monogamy is unlikely, and the chance of a healthy relationship is little to none.

[glowfangarts]

Vykstyrn couldn't help but smile, seeing this magnificent death machine suddenly bow like a helpless little puppy. The ironic juxtaposition was quite humorous- but also confirmed that she trusted him. A great progress from almost getting munched on. He carefully approached the beast which could very well trample him with no effort, and held out his hands, inviting her to touch him. While a few rats when on about their ways, others watch with curiosity. But only curiosity. It would take the maddest of clans to dare take that thing on a second time. Moulder, certainly. 'Riot-thing lives up to her name, yes-yes?' He chuckled as a set of eyes wandered to survey her carnage.

[therxtking]

His offer is taken, she puts her muzzle in his little hands, occasionally her eyes dart around for any sign of aggression from the rats. But for now she’s a good girl. She wants to be good…

At least with Vykstyrn’s calm, her breathing slows, and the tension starts leaving her muscles.

If another rat approaches the pair, she would immediately bare her teeth and put her head between them and the grey seer, but until the she’s calming down.

[skaven-shenanigans]

'Yes-yes, good Riot-thing..' He stood on his toes, gently rubbing her cheeks and mane before slowly leading her out of the open. The rats remained always beyond reach, prowling along gutters and walls, some on higher ledges or roofs. Still, none dared make a move, for fear of reawakening the wretched unicorn's wrath- or inducing that of the greyseer's. Green eyes narrowed, shifting in numerous directions as he spied the overgrown rodents stalking nearby. His eye realigned with a hard blink as he was hit with vertigo, and he held onto Riot for support as he turned to shout. 'BACK TO WORK-WORK!' Then quieter 'Vykstyrn will handle this from here-here.

As skaven scattered, Vykstyrn lead the filly deeper into the cavern past more rats and questionable architecture that progressively became more skillful and elaborate. It was clear enough to see where Skaven handiwork ended and non-skaven slave labor began. It looked as if the starkest of class divides. It was a good walk until they arrived at the temple. A black-furred guard looked up at her in surprise then down at Vykstyrn- who quite frankly looked like a spikey plush toy next to her. The energy between Vykstyrn and the guard was fairly informal as the blackfur cracked a grin.

'Vyk-Vyk found a new steed-pet I see! How long will he manage to keep it?' Vykstyrn suddenly thwacked him on the snout with his staff, causing the taller rat to hold his nose.

'No Vyk-Vyk! Riot-thing belongs to Retchen king. Consider her an ally.'

[therxtking]

Cont from X with @skaven-shenanigans

Riot’s home was among rats, she’d thought nothing of trotting right in, expected a friendly welcome. She was wrong. The panic and aggression made the sweet natured foal incredibly dangerous, even if unintentionally. Kicking at stormvermin behind her, crushing bone and piercing flesh with her spurs, knocking over anyone crowding her space, or just in her way, beating tremendous wings. Any ropes that do snare her do nothing to hold Riot back, or even hinder her brute strength. She rears to an even greater height and breighs a roar.

As a familiar little rat leaps into the scene and quells his fellow rodents, she strikes the ground with talons the size of a skaven’s arm, blowing through her nose in distress, warning everyone back. But when Vykstyrn turns to her, she lowers her great head and steps forward with a puppy like whine, tail wagging tucked between her legs.

She didn’t mean to scare anyone, or get scared… The caniquus pants through her nose, wings ruffled but closed.

[glowfangarts]

Vykstyrn couldn't help but smile, seeing this magnificent death machine suddenly bow like a helpless little puppy. The ironic juxtaposition was quite humorous- but also confirmed that she trusted him. A great progress from almost getting munched on. He carefully approached the beast which could very well trample him with no effort, and held out his hands, inviting her to touch him. While a few rats when on about their ways, others watch with curiosity. But only curiosity. It would take the maddest of clans to dare take that thing on a second time. Moulder, certainly. 'Riot-thing lives up to her name, yes-yes?' He chuckled as a set of eyes wandered to survey her carnage.

[skaven-shenanigans]

Riot, completely unattended, is running amuck to entertain herself and stumbled upon this strange place. Maybe it was the presence of rats, what she’s used to, that brought her in looking for a playmate.

After weeks of official business within and beyond the clan, narrowly dodging council summons, and being flattened by burnout, Vykstyrn had finally found his rhythm once more. He finally found a chance to break away and was getting settled in to review an incomplete journal entry about a flesh-eating fungi from down under, when the caverns outside erupted into chaos. 'Rats!' *He slammed the journal down as he stood to look out the window, and was immediately taken aback by what he saw.   

Clanrats and slaves ran willy-nilly whilst stormvermin and the bolder of the bunch attempted to either rope or strike the unruly filly. Vykstyrn knew he needed to do something quick- if not to avoid the rat king's wrath, then to at least preserve such a potentially valuable creature. He skitterleaped to a jezzail, shoving him so that the shot missed, striking a clanrat. Disappearing into a puff of sulfuric smoke once more, he appeared between the rats and the rowdy not-horse. It wasn't until the electricity in the air tickled everyone's skin that the Skaven faltered. 'HANDS-CLAWS OFF OF HORSE-THING! FIRST RAT TO TOUCH-HARM BECOMES SOOT-DUST!' The tension was slow to dissipate as the rats turned to murmur amongst themselves, a few still locked on to the filly. Vykstyrn slowly turned his head to the side, keeping several eyes on the anxious rats as he tried to simultaneously make contact with Riot.    How in the warp did she get IN here!?

[skaven-shenanigans]

COMMISSIONS OPEN (NOW TAKING DIGITAL ART REQUESTS)

Working on a comm but while I let my brain cells recharge, here's some old concept doodles for a greyseer! A seerlord who escaped execution by the skin of his teeth but is now unable to access his magic as he continues dodging the council and..much of skavendom, really.

[skaven-shenanigans]

"Plushie-toy?"

"THIS-THIS looks like a PLUSHIE-TOY!?"

[glowfangarts]

Last summer I called myself trying  to design  an  outfit for Sneek but never posted.

2024- Nightlord Sneek's lack of clear physical description works perfectly for his character in written setting, but sometimes you just wanna draw the Grand Edgelord.

[shut-the-burrow-door-pls]

cathay peasant approve that, Looks about right

[skaven-shenanigans]

WOO

[therxtking]

❤️vykstyrn!

“I actually think he has adorable eyes, he looks like a plushie…”

[skaven-shenanigans]

"Gh-"

"J-"

[skaven-shenanigans]

Brainstorming for my nonfandom blog and somehow instead of character bios or like..a fuckin intro I end up on formal dress etiquette and...men flashing women with their folding fan?

[portalmasterdusty]

Stop trying to own the chuds and gives us playable Skaven girls.

[sallllltywater]

dare you make she-rat to be actual female rodent that not base on human beauty standard

[skaven-shenanigans]

Shakk is most beautiful creature

[skaven-shenanigans]

Likelyhood of @shut-the-borrow-door-pls murdering me if i did a vykstyrn comm

Nah

Maybe

Run

Voting ended onNov 4, 2025

[shut-the-burrow-door-pls]

LMAO sounds like you get too many seer requests

I begin to grind my teeth VERY loud everytime i have to add horns on rat head!

[skaven-shenanigans]

Wait a minute @elidjz that's slikkit! (i think that was her name) 

[shut-the-burrow-door-pls]

LMAO sounds like you get too many seer requests

I begin to grind my teeth VERY loud everytime i have to add horns on rat head!

[shut-the-burrow-door-pls]

LMAO sounds like you get too many seer requests

I begin to grind my teeth VERY loud everytime i have to add horns on rat head!

[skaven-shenanigans]

On one hand rare albino wizard with horns. On the other hand they are ironically common.

[skaven-shenanigans]

@Clannekrot

(your ask button is missing) For a very tired seer:

"If fat-thing is always gone, shouldn't you-you be clan leader?"

[clannekrot]

"Hnn...do not underestimate the power of a decoy-figurehead. Easy-simple to lay blame, to divert rivals' plot-schemes. Besides, the lard-arse commands fear-respect of clanrats. Still useful - for now."

[skaven-shenanigans]

*little does he know a certain Goth apprentice is around the corner snickering along.*

"I see.."

[clannekrot]

*Nihilus' ears twitch, briefly imagining throwing his gremlin chud son into a volcano.* "Remember, tusked one, that it is our sacred duty to guide-minister the Horned One's children, NOT to take the spotlight...also, are you-you neglecting your grooming?"

[skaven-shenanigans]

Vykstyrn's posture straightened some, ears and matted fur raising as he stared the other seer down. As if offended by the question.

"What is it to you-you?"

[skaven-shenanigans]

@Clannekrot

(your ask button is missing) For a very tired seer:

"If fat-thing is always gone, shouldn't you-you be clan leader?"

[clannekrot]

"Hnn...do not underestimate the power of a decoy-figurehead. Easy-simple to lay blame, to divert rivals' plot-schemes. Besides, the lard-arse commands fear-respect of clanrats. Still useful - for now."

[skaven-shenanigans]

*little does he know a certain Goth apprentice is around the corner snickering along.*

"I see.."

[skaven-shenanigans]

I need to make a laughing expression and an entirely separate set that says 'unhinged'