I’ve talked a bit about it in the past on twitter, but I would like to think that there’s an AU where after Curze’s death Lark ends up falling to Slaanesh. I say this because despite having been fiercely loyal to Curze, and generally anti-chaos, Lark is also someone who can’t function without some form of co-dependency or someone telling him what to do.
That in combination with being a perpetual who has experienced so much physical pain that his mind is numb to it, Lark would easily be swayed to fall to chaos. Even Pre-Heresy Lark would purposefully seek out tons of new sensations just to feel something, so it seems right up his alley to fall to Slaanesh.
This old picture of Ludwig's back was something I always wanted to modernize or have a commission but my recent dive into Hazbin Hotel and one particular song hit me so hard for this exalted Slaaneshi King that my fingers went on overdrive for it with a thought that someone said on it:
Ludwig have returned after centuries away from unfortunate events and he will makes sure everyone in the Realm of Slaanesh know one of the Prince's Six returns after a heckler's foolish call-out.
"Let's begin...I am gonna make you wish I'd stay gone~ Hark on well, for when I'm done, your precious status will be forever undone. Oh this will be fun."
Slaanesh's continuous attention might not last, even for one of Their greater of daemons but oh the dramatic return and reestablishing as to why you are of Their baddest bitches in the Circles. Ludwig will make every rival remember and fear him, right in the crossroads of AOS and 40k.
The sudden whisper in Retinue-Psyker Pandora's ear caused the experienced woman the briefest sensation of unnerved terror. She had been prowling this dreamscape for Emperor knows how long, interrogating the cult-spy in her Mistress' retinue wasn't enough. The evils of the Dark Temptator already perverted the fool's mind and body enough that pain meant nothing but another avenue of pleasure.
Months in the pressure-tight null chambers was enough to weaken his mind for the psyker's touch. Corridors of thoughts, ambitions and fouler things - it was different than the prisoners she handled before. It was chaotic at first, feverish until suddenly everything made a disturbing sense.
Where was only tempest of trained madness, there was a great manor. She explored, fearful of opening the wrong door that could lead somewhere worse or deliver upon her a fate she didn't want in this man's mind.
And finally, there it was - a stillness. What she thought was just a lobby was growing even more. It swallowed the stretching walls into a yawning darkness that gave only twinkling of wet eyes mimicking stars. Pandora looked around, there was nothing but herself in this place or so she thought.
First, there was a twinkle. Then the shift of metal reflecting in the light of her own soul. Pandora had a creeping fear but she had to push through, projecting her presence little by little. What was a black glass quickly revealed itself in a mirror sheen to be a growing vortex of twirling power. Even silent, the psyker could feel them. The howling screaming of countless souls trapped behind its crystalline skin, whirling in a trapped tempest. Smashing, twisting and tearing amongst themselves before it moved. A great curved thing stretching with a loud, wet pop.
A claw!
Pandora moved as fast as she could as it dropped where she was with not even a crack on the marble floor. Then another clicked on its neighbor. Pandora lifted herself up in time for another drop right infront of her and trapped her between a massive paw.
Clickclickclick! Clickclickclick! Clickclickclick!
The drumming of thoughtful claws clicking onto the floor before two halved eyes stared down at her, something told her to not look into them and the woman quickly cast her eyes to anything else but them.
"Clever girl. Now...'
A wet nose twitched just pass the shroud of darkness, revealing a long pale snout that curled with a stretching smile lined of some-too-many teeth edged by curved gilt fangs.
'What brings such a lovely thing within my servant's dreams. I was having a lovely sip upon his agonies and prayers for relief."
“I would embrace you,’ Vulkan confessed, ‘but that was never your way, was it, Rogal?’
Dorn laughed gruffly. ‘Abstention is a wise decision.’ Vulkan embraced him firmly anyway and felt his affection for his brother returned, albeit awkwardly - exerpt from old earth [thank you to that one anon for making me aware of dornhug]
probably made dorn a bit too smiley but hey he deserves a smile once in a millennium 😁
also i have to admit to you all i have a reallllll soft spot for volcanic stuff (i blame animal jam). im not exactly 100% satisfied with this (it feels a bit too busy, the patterns), and meh it may be too out there, let me know i suppose 🌋
I built and primed the Masque of Slaanesh this weekend and then while thinking about how to paint her (she's had two models with somewhat different color schemes) I got my hands on THE GATHERING STORM: FRACTURE OF BIEL-TAN, since it contained some material on what is, afaict, her major plot appearance in 40k. Said volume contained a lot of cool stuff about Yvraine (way cooler than the memes about her fucking Roboute, no shade on him but death magic is rad), and also: the Masque is adorable and clever and I love her? The wikis all make it sound like she tagged along with Skarbrand assaulting Biel-Tan, when in fact it was her idea and she came up with a plan to convince him to help her because she needed a bruiser strong enough to break the Obsidian Gate on Ursulia. Also she told him about her own exile to get him to listen to her .////. (Also there's a photo with their models in the same shot and she comes up to about mid-thigh on him .///////////.) Later she does an action-movie hero thing and infiltrates the craftworld itself by clinging to the undercarriage of a scout ship. The eldar banish her eventually, but not until after she's turned an assortment of them into her daemonette handmaidens and infected the craftworld infinity circuit with chaos. In short: what a cutie.
I think I'm going to go with a kind of tyrian/gold color scheme.
Ludwig the Aspired's war form, a marvelous frame well-known to the Keepers of Secrets and it serves its purpose to him. Forms are a mere malleabiilty to the exalted daemon, for the voice and manipulations of the weak-hearted and corruption of heroes into his finest champions are the sweetest pleasures to him. However...why deny one a good excerise of excess in violence and the conducting of a bloody theater in honour to the Dark Prince and one's own glory?
