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Heels and digitigrade legs don't end well

" 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘶𝘳."

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"My Unquestionable Master. My Unquenchable Mistress. I speak your name of thousand, I dream of your countless visages of One. I call your gaze a moment's flash of your lashes.

This battle I tribute into you, the bodies of foe and supplicant will dance in violence!

Their dying screams and hungry passions of hate, desperation, envy, murder and survival shall be conducted in your Name!

Their souls will be the wet kiss upon your Chalice!

This, one of your Exalted Children, shall gift and every wound gifted onto my flesh be the sweeter!

I pray these mortals be worthy of wounding and pleasing my ill satisfaction of their campaign!"

-Silverspine, Praetor of Glorious Avarice, through the Chorus of Endless Adoration

The sky roils, purple like bruises and fine wine, painted here and there with wisps of white clouds. A painting overhead. A mortal may take it for a particularly breathtaking sunset, but that isn't all it is. The presence of the gods warps the world just as it does the aethyr, albeit the effects are a lot more...subtle.

But the Slaaneshi deal in subtly and so Silverspine would know his mother-father was listening to him, watching him, eyes narrowed and ears tilted forward. His attentions falls on his daemon, ever-sought after but just as dangerous to the Keeper of Secrets as it would be any but another god.

As always, he appreciates the artistry woven into the words, but promises have been made and now they must be kept. Slaanesh's gaze feels as too many tender touches, soft like the glancing caress of a keen blade on skin. It's enough to put even his Exalted on edge and, ironically, even they are known to stumble under Slaanesh's scrutiny. Which Silverspine now has.

And now, the God-Prince of the Ruinous Powers expects to be entertained.

@silverspinekeeper

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ah.....remember?

man

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Are you not getting enough attention?

" 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛!"

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attention deficit disorder. bc im not getting Enough attention

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not sure if ya'll know about the goddess boys, but yeah those are just two keepers of secrets

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Pro tip! If someone ever says they would fuck their own clone, you can make the conversation different by saying you'd also fuck their clone.

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some people are taking "doomed" to mean "dead". this is actually a misconception! you can be doomed even if you don't die! it's sometimes worse if you don't die!

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What texture hair does slaanesh have

2c maybe 3a? idk

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ONE WEIRD TRICK to get your maiden to enjoy having her blood taken from her every month.

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Jason Isaacs as Field Marshal Zhukov ↳ THE DEATH OF STALIN (2017)

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what is worse? topping a slaaneshi or bottoming for one?

Well "worse" is subjective, but I'm going to assume you mean like. What state objectively would be the worst to be in after the fact. Topping or bottoming doesn't really matter; I feel like if you're putting any part of your body into these things, it is essentially the same as stepping willingly into quicksand or a tarpit. Letting it fuck you has it's own problems, obviously, since the Slaaneshi aren't known for their restraint.

If you penetrate it, your soul is forfeit 100%. Your flesh might survive, but it's definitely a death from 1000 cuts type of deal (or mutation in this case). If you're a disappointing partner, the Slaaneshi will takeover the situation and try to salvage it for it's own enjoyment; you are not going to survive that. Then again, if it's having a good time, that too is a delicate balance. Too good of a time and you're looking at the possibility of claws, fangs, pincers and venom being involved accidentally (or maybe not so accidentally).

You might have the foresight to bind claws and fangs and since Slaaneshi are heavy in the BDSM aesthetic, there's a high chance your daemon is going to be into it and not actually believe physical restraints by a "mere mortal" will make much of a difference for their survivability in the end. They're humoring you, unless the restraint is arcane in nature; in that case only a Greater or Prince Daemon would still think it's funny.

You will come away from this experience changed. No partner following the daemon will be able to satisfy and the feeling and experience of being with them will haunt you until you die. Assuming you're physically intact, your mind and emotions are done for, unless you have an unusually strong force of will.

As for getting fucked...you're definitely risking your flesh more. I don't think I need to go into much detail about what kind of barbed, spiked nonsense a daemon is going to be shoving into you (note: this appendenge isn't necessarily going to go into the standard places and the Slaaneshi are not opposed to making their own custom openings on their partners). Slaaneshi are also ludicrously fertile, so even if you're biologically male, it's entirely possible the daemon impregnates you with some kind of chaotic sentient tumor or something. Or you just mutate a womb due to proximity and direct contact with mutagens. Your survival rate is considerably lower, your chance of mutation more moderate.

All in all, I think the first one is worse, because you linger and you suffer.

Your absolute best bet is that the Slaaneshi daemon genuinely cares or actively desires to possess and maintain you and so it takes pains to preserve your well being, at least physically, in a sexual encounter (which is the method in which it will begin cultivating obsession with itself just as much as it might be a genuine desire for intimacy).

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Very handsome boy 🐱🐈

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There's Aphrodite discourse on twitter, but now I've fixed her so we can all calm down

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Men i would fuckin fight behind a denny's

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