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[chemclaw]

#𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖 . an indie & selective & private warwick of riot's league of legends . established 12/15/2022. minors and personnals , do no interact .

written by reynard ( he / they, +18 )

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

[coyotesresources]

RAW LINES. (pt. 2)     trigger warning for heavy topics. ( ex: abuse, depression, swearing )      ( feel free to change pronouns / things as needed. )

‘ is that just your way of saying i could’ve been anyone? ’

‘ you ever get lonely, even when you’re around people? ’

‘ i’m useless on my own. i need someone to tell me what to do. ’

’ why can’t i just let it go. why can i move on? ’

‘ why does it hurt so much? ’

‘ i just want all of this to stop. ’

‘ i just want you to know, in case this is it for me… just know that your life was the best part of mine. ’

’ it’s okay! it’s okay to think about it! ’

‘ i thought i could but it’s so much, i can’t do it! ’

‘ it’s not fair! why wasn’t i enough?! i did everything right! ’

‘ no, something is seriously wrong with me… ’

‘ why is it so easy for [her/him/them] when it was so hard for me? ’

‘ why do you think i’m capable of anything?! ’

‘ i’m just afraid. i’ve always just been stupid and afraid! not like you. you’re always helping people, you’re never afraid. ’

‘ get the fuck off me i’m anxious. ’

[to themselves] ‘ stop crying. stop crying. ’

[to your muse] ‘ stop crying. stop crying. ’

‘ i’m tired of all the pain i’m feeling here in the world every day. there’s too much of it. ’

‘ hey, don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do somethin’ not even me. ’

‘ and when things got hard you started lookin’ for somethin’ to blame like a big shadow. ’

‘ lemme tell you somethin’ you already know, the world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. it’s a very mean and nasty place and i don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. ’

‘ it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep movin’ forward. ’

‘ cowards do that and that ain’t you, you’re better than that! ’

‘ you’re my son and you’re my blood. ’

‘ you’re just like your [mother/father] ’

‘ it’s too late, i don’t believe you anymore! ’

‘ you know i came here to take my anger out on a bunch of strangers. but now that i know you i want to kill you even more. ’

‘ now that i know you i want to kill you even more. ’

‘ you got the makings of greatness in you! ’

‘ don’t you get it?! i screwed up! i mean for two seconds i thought that maybe i could do something right but … UGH! ’

[chemclaw]

do i make a ww / v.ander bingo..

[chemclaw]

well even more reason to pick my man up as a muse:

@noxhand

[chemclaw]

sooooo

@despairtaste @jaullripped @freljheart

[chemclaw]

and i woke up with a mighty need to make THRESh, BRAUM, PYKE, TAHM blogs.

[chemclaw]

HERE WE GO

[rocketjinx]

Oh, it all makes sense now, brother. Is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

[chemclaw]

arcaens asked: ❛ Call me when you feel all alone. ❜ ( shares in the happy ghoul noises 🥺😭 )

⸻ 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. from inside the burrow he had made himself, his primal presence could still be felt by those connected to the wood's life blood. but none he could show in open field. those that attempted to snuff him out ultimately failed, for an old-gold never dies. weakened, but not dead.

while rebuilding his quintessential energy on half-empty carcasses left for pickings or slumbering for extended times, only a few were granted audience. such as the present woman. more than a witch, she was a true child of the wilds. the witch was rewarded to stand beneath him, be it in human form, with claws, or with wings.

the god flared his nostrils, leaving a drawn-out breath, before speaking in primal, older-than-man tongue. ❛ i shall call out to you in time, little one. ❜

he was known as father wolf. some were preys, some were part of his herd. those who sought to hurt him or his brood would be met with teeth and claws... ❛ as for you, remember you never walk alone. ❜

[chemclaw]

fellsister asked: " warwick .. are you tired of being a puppet for their little games ? i don't think you are a monster for making them suffer. they deserve it. "

⸻ 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. that which contained the remnant of humanity itching at the back of his mind. and she had stung him in the right place. while the fog was still lifted, he could make sense of the woman ' s inquiry. mostly.

❛ i am in control.❜ he ' d try to convince her. well. mostly himself. the beast did not care what anyone would consider him to be. he always had been this monster, only he can't hide from that truth anymore. brutality was his way of life.

❛ only killed them 'cause i wanted to ! ❜ the beast barked, teeth dripping with spiteful refusal. no strings were pulled, he chose to hurt them because they indeed deserved it. the bottom of the rotten barrel. all of them. chem - barons, thugs, gansters...

flickering glints stare at the claws coming undone, stretching beneath him. rusted, worn, bent in some places, sharp enough to gut anyone. the frayed crimson paint on them made notes of that. but he already forgot. he could not remember whom it came from. the memories were gone with his frenzy. what if that blood belonged to an innocent? like that scared girl from visions before his transformation.

❛ i am no puppet ! ❜

[chemclaw]

yes, warwick is most easily described as an antropomorphic wolf. that's what anyone would say at first glance. a hulking wolf-man, with bared teeth and sharp claws is already a scary sight on its own.

now. remind yourself: the longer you look, the worse it becomes.

he's not the regular kind of werewolf. his appearance is a product of a madman lacking on ethics, and working with whatever tools zaun can give. so, of course, it was not the first of singed's concerns if the results weren't pretty.

warwick is a chimera. this is due to gene-splicing during the experiments. the predominants features are that of a wolf, but also showcase overly elongated ears akin to those of a bat, and a foxier-like tail. likely other details that are more subdued but still there. all this a patchwork held together via tubes and chem-filled machinery, scars and sewn wounds.

while not outright grossly abominable, even past the initial fear, his appearance just feels WRONG. there's something amiss, off, hard to wrap your mind around and comprehend.

he is indeed a scientific aberration.

[malsmemes]

  ☁️  𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  ☁️

from the band ghost !!

❛ Tonight we’re summoned for a divine cause ❜

❛ Smells of dead human sacrifices ❜

❛ Our father who art in hell, unhallowed be thy name ❜

❛ Now celebrate the end ❜

❛ She was an evil woman with an evil old soul, her piercing eyes emotionless a heart so black and cold ❜

❛ ‘Tis the night of the witch tonight ❜

❛ Evoke the king of hell ❜

❛ Strike the death knell ❜

❛ Say, can you hear the chimes? ❜

❛ Hear our desperate call ❜

❛ I offer everything they seek ❜

❛ This grave hill stinks of death ❜

❛ We Focus On Your Death ❜

❛ I’m waiting for the night to fall I know that it will save us all ❜

❛ I’m waiting for the night to fall when everything is bearable ❜

❛ In the night I am real ❜

❛ You have the power ❜

❛ You wear the crown ❜

❛ You are cast out from the heavens to the ground, blackened feathers falling down ❜

❛ You will wear your independence like a crown ❜

❛ Two star-crossed lovers reaching out to the beast with many names ❜

❛ He is the shining and the light without whom I cannot see ❜

❛ You’re the possessée of avarice ❜

❛ This oasis is a poison well ❜

❛ This oasis is a poison well of rotting carcasses that clog the deep ❜

❛ Ever since you were born you’ve been dying ❜

❛ All those things that you desire you will find here in the fire ❜

❛ Put your hands up and reach for the sky, cry for absolution ❜

❛ Cry for absolution ❜

❛ The world is on fire. And you are here to stay and burn with me, our funeral pyre ❜

❛ You’re so God damn frail ❜

❛ Devoured by shadows we cling to the light ❜

❛ ‘neath heavens torn asunder, you call on me ❜

❛ Are you on the square? ❜

❛ Are you on the level? ❜

❛ Are you ready to swear right here right now ❜

❛ Are you ready to swear right here right now before the devil ❜

❛ Now all your loved ones, and all your kin, will suffer punishments beneath the wrath of God ❜

❛ They’re still coming after you and there’s nothing you can do ❜

❛ Every day that you feed me with hate I grow stronger ❜

❛ If I could turn back the time I’d make all right ❜

❛ How can it end like this? ❜

❛ There’s a sting in the way you kiss me ❜

❛ I don’t wanna end like this ❜

❛ Don’t you forget about your friend death ❜

❛ Don’t you forget that you will die ❜

❛ Someone’s flesh is rotting tonight ❜

❛ What you’ve done you cannot undo ❜

❛ Still, your soul will suffer this plight like your father in hell ❜

❛ Can you see me longing for you forever? ❜

❛ Within your heart, a story to be told ❜

❛ This is the moment of just letting go ❜

❛ Through benediction you tried to rid your mind of malediction ❜

❛ I know you need it now to make you feel alive ❜

❛ It ain’t over now, and I ain’t talking about forgiveness ❜

❛  It’s the cruel beast that you feed ❜

❛ It’s your burning yearning need to bleed ❜

❛ You keep a casket buried deep within ❜

❛ You try to mask it but fall back in sin ❜

❛ You wanna shake it off but you’re stuck inside ❜

❛ Call out in the middle of the night, for when else would I hear you? ❜

❛ Fall out in the cold starlight, I can save you if you do ❜

❛ You will never walk alone. You can always reach me ❜

❛ Call me when you feel all alone ❜

❛ It’s been a long time coming ❜

❛ Though my memories are faded they come back to haunt me once again ❜

❛ Now it’s time for me to strike again ❜

❛ I’m dying to see you, my friend ❜

❛ I’m with you always ❜

❛ Remember always that love is all you need ❜

❛ Tell me who you wanna be and I will set you free ❜

❛ There’s a darkness at the heart of my love that runs cold, runs deep ❜

❛ Will you spill the wine to summon the divine? ❜

❛ Suffering for the lord is not an easy thing ❜

❛ You shine like the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky ❜

❛ The past is spun like a yarn and mangled with flesh and blood and bones ❜

❛ You’ve been playing around with magic that is black, but all the powerful magical mysteries never gave a single thing back ❜

❛  It ain’t always what it seems when you cling onto a dream, it ain’t always there to please you ❜

❛ That glitter wasn’t gold as opposed to what they told you ❜

❛ But he’s the guy you wanna do and you know that it takes two. Luckily he wants to do you too ❜

❛ Through all the sorrow we’ve been riding high ❜

❛ Not just another bloody Mary ❜

❛ It was just for fools ❜

❛ You go down just like Holy Mary ❜

❛ Your beauty never, ever scared me ❜

[thunderprompts]

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[chemclaw]

while striking up a conversation with warwick is less likely to happen, there are moments of respite where he won't rush for your throat. should you dare approach him when he's not in a frenzied state (which means coming across one of his hiding places and being particularly foolish), warwick will tend to make you reconsider right away, with a deadly glare and low growls.

if you are somehow too stubborn or thinking yourself smart, he'll utter some words as a warning. the wise will run, those seeking a scrap won't see the next sunrise.

should you manage to actually have him tolerate your presence, and even grow a slight bond, he is more a listener than a talker. he'll just give opinions if you ask. or reminding you of what you're exposing yourself to coming so close to danger. he'll also keep a good distance, physically and emotionally. he doesn't wanna snap when an innocent is in his path, and regret it later.

of course, it's easier for warwick to get along with other outcasts of zaun, as they share something in common. unless it is dr. mundo or anyone else that is out of their minds full terms...

[chemclaw]

𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗦 .

Main: The Howler of Zaun. Warwick in his current League lore state. A starved beast that haunts the gray alleys of Zaun, quenching an unending bloodthirst. Although, it seems as if the victims of his carnage became more directed. Specifically against some of the least recommendable individuals.

Arcane: A Heart's a Heavy Burden. Once, he was a man. A man well respected by his fellow denizens. More than just a regular bartender at The Last Drop, he keeps watch over the Lanes, maintaining as a stable peace as he can between the sister-cities. As well as protect those closest to him, should he die for the Cause.

Coven & Eclipse universe: Ill met By Moonlight. An old God, known as Father Wolf. Starving for mortal flesh, relentlessly stalking prey and the scent of blood into moonlit woods. While the Eclipse Order had him thought slain, and his bloodshed ended, no Old God ever truly dies...

Dead By Daylight: The Blood Hound. He ran through the streets of Zaun, chasing his next victim. He pushed onwards. The light dimmed, until he became blinded b y darkness. Then he could see again. But he was no longer surrounded by the distinct smells and ruckus of the Undercity. Confusion came first as he drowned in the black fog. He did not know what this place was, nor how he left the alleys. Then something roused him into a frenzied state. Maddening whispers, followed by the ever familiar scent of blood. The Hunt was not over.

TBA: LUNAR GUARDIAN, PROJECT, WINTERBLESSED. CROSSOVERS.

[aurelion-solar]

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[chemclaw]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

Mun is Reynard, he/they, transmasc, 24.

I only interact with mutuals. That makes it much more easier to track things for me and avoid a cluttered dash.

I won't interact with minors, as it makes me uncomfortable since I am over 18.

The goal of this blog is to have writing as a hobby, have fun and feel well. As such I will block you if you go out of your way to hurt someone's feelings or be an overall assh*le. I also won't condone bigotry, racism, transphobia, queerphobia, and so on. Just be a decent person.

Of course, I am not my muse. And I know you aren't. I won't nor I expect you to woobify villainous characters to appeal to everyone. Even some of the more evil muses can be written out, albeit with care and common sense. However, what I will refuse to deal with, are people that use their muse as cover to perpetrate harmful, genuine belief they may have.

This blog may also feature darker themes, violence, body-horror, blood, mental illnesses and trauma. As such, please be advised before following! Not everything may be tagged.

An Arcane verse will be featured too. If you still haven't watched the show, turn back now, as this will be spoiler heavy ! The verse is based on headcanons and one popular fan-theory that Vander is Warwick.

Crossovers are welcome. I may also feature non-League related verses later.

Shipping is an option. However, it requires at least some chemistry between muses and thorough discussing. Warwick is not the easiest person to bond with emotionally.

While NSFW jokes, implications and all that giggling, actual smut will not be a priority and unsure to even happen.

My activity may not always be consistent. I may be busy doing other things than writing. I also have anxiety, depression, and a general attention deficit. All of which can entail a harder time getting responses written out.

I do not own Warwick as a character, that belongs to Riot.

The main PSD used on this blog was made by oceanrps.

OOC discussions and interactions are encouraged. If you wanna plot, rant, ask questions, gush over your muses, then feel free to do so! This also includes coming to me if something made you feel uncomfortable or some negative way so we can work it out. The main goal here is to enjoy writing. That is the most important part.