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“FOOL-MEAT!! The only fate-destiny here is me gnawing the wretched meat-flesh from your profane bones… if daemon-things have such a thing. HEED MY WORDS, I do not fear you!”
(Actual Thanquol reaction)
"Rat mage! The fates bring us together again."
@greyseerthanquol
"BONERIPPER, PROTECT-GUARD ME"
He shoves a hapless rat ogre between himself and the daemon and skitters for his life
"Don't you?"
He approaches, axes in hand, a cruel grin upon his face.
He squeaks when grabbed, writhing and clawing and biting before realising the futility.
“Wait-wait, noble daemon-thing! Not cowardice, I was simply seek-pursuing a tactical retreat! Do not kill-kill me, I can get-find you more-more blood than my body contains”
The Reaper doesn't even look at the Rat Ogre, batting him aside with one deft, bone crunching swing of his arm. He charges after Thanquol, snatching him up in bloody red hands.
" Your cowardice is vile."
“I know many-many mage-things, with far more-more ichor-bile than me! Free-release me and I can bring them to you!”
He squeaks when grabbed, writhing and clawing and biting before realising the futility.
“Wait-wait, noble daemon-thing! Not cowardice, I was simply seek-pursuing a tactical retreat! Do not kill-kill me, I can get-find you more-more blood than my body contains”
hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon
Skaven aren’t known to be romantic creatures, but Thanquol does have one true love…
hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon
Thanquol learned magic under the tutelage of his late master Sleekit. He hated his master, but was motivated to learn. This was mainly due to his desire to be superior to his fellow apprentices, and to one day kill Sleekit and take his place.
also I apologise for these terrible doodles I forgot how to draw
hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon
Thanquol has travelled to many far away lands on various missions. Each one he seems to hate more than the last, so picking a favourite would be impossible. He’s also not keen on the act of travel itself. Boats bring up bad memories, travelling by foot is exhausting (and unbecoming of a Grey Seer of his status), and magical transportation can be risky. His favourite mode of transport is of course to be carried by Boneripper.
" The skull." He nods at Black Mask. " Is it real?"
“Ain’t none other than my own,” Roman says back almost too casually, expression blank in the face of the demonic entity towering before him. Damn. He’d always imagined he’d meet the fucking devil one of these days but he didn’t think it would be this soon, nor that the big guy would comment on his looks of all things. Blackened flesh twists into something ugly, grinning white teeth a permanent fixture set into the skeletal visage of his face since the night his mask melted, fusing into the meat of his face. Ruined skin pulled taut over fine curvature of bone to show that no, this was no mask. This was very much his real face now, vicious gaze peering out from the depths of exposed eye sockets as he sizes up Skarbrand’s impressive figure. "I’m guessing you’re real too. Love the horns.”