#chemicalmongrel

[defensator1]

"Make ya realize... how pilties make us suffer!" @chemicalmongrel

tell jayce what you wanna do with / to him! // @chemicalmongrelaccepting.

“—you can’t possibly want to blame all of a city for the crimes of the upper-class.”

AT THIS POINT of his life jayce doesn’t discuss the blame piltover has in zaun’s poor state. he’s seen and been through enough he knows the clans don’t play fair as long as it keeps them on top. still, perhaps he shouldn’t bring any arguments into the discussion, considering the creature he’s speaking to has been long blinded by his hatred for his city, but the appeal of logic is greater than the appeal of self-preservation, right then.

frowning, jaw set for a moment, it takes him a second before he sighs and shakes his head.he knows what he’s about to say may be damning, but he’d be damned either way if he didn’t keep to his usual honesty.

a fool, really.

“i understand why you’d want to blame me, even if i can’t quite agree---but piltover as a whole can’t be blamed for what only a small share of us did or do.”

[sculchained]

9'? @chemicalmongrel

@chemicalmongrel | wanna feel short tall? :) / accepting

Mumbles something about an oversized mutt.

[eciled-moved]

just in case you were curious about how the Dawnbringer Verse with chemicalmongrel is going -

eciled:

hello, daddy warwick ;3

chemicalmongrel:

how are you rebellious riven who is definitely never seeing yasuo again

eciled:

i am well father who i am very much going to betray by seeing my boyfriend again because i love him sosososososo much i'm going to probably elope with him

chemicalmongrel:

over my broken gate

[commandprotect-blog]

@chemicalmongrel

    The things that are happening to her are strange - where as before she might have felt afraid of certain things, now she was more fascinated by them than anything. Was she fearless now because she knew she could fix herself, should worse come to worse? Was she fearless because she had the Ball to protect her?

    She was aware of this change in herself as she explored the streets of Zaun. A fight with her father had pushed her to leave for now. Perhaps, in a way, this was her getting back at him. She could not be the Orianna he wanted her to be. She was still Orianna, simply - different. So she was embracing this new, fearless nature.

    The Beast of Zaun was rumored to lurk these areas and part of her felt an exilheration (which was more than she felt normally these days) at running into it. Would it kill her? Would she, perhaps, kill it?

    Instead of the Beast, she found only one more fledging gang. Another group of outcasts who sought to make something of themselves.

    The Ball positions itself in front of her.

    " Please, " Orianna clicks, her voice mechanical, throat replaced with clockwork mechanisms. "I do not wish to harm you."

    The leader, she presumed him to be such, let out a laugh. He was underestimating her. After all, what could one little girl possibly do to him? She imagined what he saw - a girl, her face untouched by metal, her lower halves almost entirely machine.  She imagined she did not look very threatening, only odd.

    Or perhaps he was like her - perhaps he simply no longer knew fear.

    She took a step backwards, one hand lifting defensively in front of herself. The Ball ticked and whirred, agitated. A quick glance behind had her realizing her back was to a wall. Unfortunate.

    " I will break you, " she warns again.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🌼 @chemicalmongrel

@chemicalmongrel

To say Robin was somewhat shocked with the presentation of a flower via...a giant, not-quite-wolf-man, was an understatement. Regardless though, he could sense something else inside of this individual, so he took the flower with a soft smile. His wide ever open eyes focused as best as they could before he spoke,

"Thank you, stranger. I'll be sure to cherish it and cultivate this," He tilted his head curiously and gestured, "Join me, you look like you have many an interesting tale to tell. Just let me place this into some water."

[forhunting]

🐺🐺🐺 @chemicalmongrel

eyes slitted readily at the sound that seemed to reverberate through her chest. the creature she stalked had done so in turn. carcasses of spoiled kills had been in its wake. beastial, the oppressive scent of the thing afflicted her in turn. yet still she’d persisted treading cautiously and not daring to question where it would come from.

she’d been close, the warning echoed in the back of her mind. silence seemed to pursue her, as if the entire jungle had held its breath in a moment of tension for the pair’s inevitable collision. fingers coiled all the more tightly against the spear she bore, thoughts not racing yet focused.

had she been afraid?

no.

she was excited—a far cry from lesser hunters it had been an all too amassing draw against the unequivocally powerful need to stop the creature’s mindless destruction.

movement.

muscles begged for action and she primed herself. a thunderous roar bellowed deep in her chest just as the creature lunged. foliage kicked up in a wave just as her spear flew. the collision felt as if it shook the trees themselves as her form turned in due measure.

beast would content with beast.

[herpleasvre]

Nine foot! How do he size up? @chemicalmongrel

   send your character’s height & I’ll compare it to mine. ( gen. )              @chemicalmongrel  /  accepting !

   * oh worm-ing intensifies *

[hook-and-chains]

"Mos' attr'ctive fe'ture...? STAYIN' OUTTA MAH TOWN!" @chemicalmongrel

“I’m terribly sorry—I had no idea a manged mutt could rule as a dictator now! I wander where the damned souls call… you are just a fun distraction,”

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