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I concur, this is a very nice hc, ty for sharing

HEADCANON 10

One thing I like to think, is that Warwick is kind of a living example of; ‘even the most powerful can fall.’. He’s stupidly durable, he’s got amazing regeneration, his time with Singed has built up his pain resilience. He’s fast, strong, smart– literally the perfect killing machine. 

You might ask,  ‘how could he stand against champs like syndra, yasuo, or even panth or the void?’ 

He was MADE to kill, that was his only purpose, one he accepted, and shaped so he could do it for his OWN reason. Against champions like that– yes he would find it a challenge. But these people are accustom to fighting people, or beasts. Probably not BOTH in one. He’s stupidly quick, relentless, ceaseless. If he has his mind set on killing someone, he will be cautions, he will learn, and attack when he finds the perfect opening. Everyone slips up eventually, EVERYONE.

Warwick stands a chance against the god-like characters, because he was built to kill, and to take a ridiculous amount of damage. Broken bones, gashes, lacerations, bullet wounds, burns. Singed spliced some of the world’s deadliest predators into him too. And  angering him, or spilling blood will only make the fight that much worse for his prey. 

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Warwick cocked his head, bat ears twitching at the sounds she made. He found he could understand the speech somewhat, and decided to allow his canid instincts to take hold , attempting to speak back in this way. His fur bristled, and his yips and growls were much deeper than hers, seeming to be pulled out forcefully rather than formed naturally.

‘....Understand, yes,’ came the response, muddled as if a pup were attempting to form the words. ‘Don’t know this way...’ The glow in his eyes shifted just a bit, shining a more golden-orange color as he allowed more of the beast forth to communicate with the strange woman. He seemed to be struggling with the canine language, and yet somehow managing it.

The chimera eyed the woman as she danced, the light of her fires reflecting in his eyes. Though he was hidden in an alley, the monster wolf would be noticed if anyone spotted the glow of his augments and eyes in the dark. It was rare that such an interesting thing came to Zaun as a traveling band of performers, as they usually stuck to the upper city of Piltover. He watched the girl for some time, bat ears perked forwards at the strange strains of music echoing through the area. @chimeric-hunter

The performance ended with the small red haired female leaping up into the air and doing a spin, the clothes she was wearing flowed around her body as she landed and a burst of fire erupted from the ground in a color filled finale.

Aurora opened her eyes, looking out to the crowd as they applauded and cheered, a smile on her ace and her tails waving about behind her.

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Memes were a mistake.

Woof.

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The genetic hybrid rumbled when she hugged him, curving his great head around her shoulder. He chuckled that dry laugh, closing his eyes and allowing a clawed hand to touch her back.

“I remember my promises, and will not forget. The peace you bring will be held in my heart until I am no more,” he said softly to her before releasing her from the hug. Looking at her once more before turning and leaping nearly straight up a wall and onto the metal fire escape that dangled there, the wolf made his exit of the alley.

Soon, in the distance, a quiet howl was heard, followed by the screams of a wanted man.

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*scratches behind his ear*

The wolf-monster growls, startled, before spitting out, “That is an unwise move, girl.” He neither moved to stop her nor moved away, instead holding still, ear twitching.

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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.

Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)

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Fuck me in the ass please

“... No.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NfRtkCGE40A

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“Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young.”

As far as designs go, Vicar Amelia was one of my favorites in Bloodborne. God I love her, but the hair was a PAIN to draw. 

The quality is super shit too, thnks tumblr.

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Could you tell me please, just once more, what my soul felt like?

Brie (via mycrumplednotebook)

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                                               was it harder to die?                                     or harder to be the one who survived?

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                   ——          &&; my heart has wept for those that i could not save

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Warwick laughed, maw parting fully in mirth. “You have some spunk, girl,” he said, a smile playing across his toothy visage. “Yes, I think it would be nice. But for now.. Zaun needs somebody to clean up its filth. When it no longer needs me, I will come with you to Ionia and see what trouble you will stir up.”

He set his huge head back upon her lap, having lifted it to laugh, closed his eyes and basked in her aura of peace. A future.. he had not dared to think fate would be so kind as to give him one. The chimera hoped to remember this possibility and not lose it to the ferality of the beast he now was.

He allowed himself to rest a moment more before lifting his massive head from her and pushing off of the ground with his massive forepaws. He stood, flecking his back in a stretch. A yawn came with the movement, massive teeth flashing next to a curled tongue. He closed his mouth and turned his gaze to the young lady who had sat with him.

“Thank you, Anilith. You bring hope to a destroyed life and a broken monster.”

*scratches behind his ear*

The wolf-monster growls, startled, before spitting out, “That is an unwise move, girl.” He neither moved to stop her nor moved away, instead holding still, ear twitching.

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“Ionia loves peace and itself. Its golden gods and dragons. It does not love Zaun or Noxus. They would see me and laugh in your face, pointing out my augmentations and Zaunite behaviors,” he growled softly, nearly spitefully. “I would be a stigma you would wear every day you spend there, and any mistakes or acts of violence I may give in to would be blamed on you. I would hate to put this burden upon one so young and kind.”

His muzzle pressed against her as he spoke, brows furrowing. It seemed he truly did not wish harm upon this girl, though he had only known her a short time. “Friends.. I do not think Ionia would consider a proven-violent Zaunite a friend.” He huffed, seeming to droop a bit before continuing, “It would be nice though, to live in peace. A secluded farm, with fields and woods. A mountain to hunt upon and miles of unpopulated forest.. and you, peacebringer.”

*scratches behind his ear*

The wolf-monster growls, startled, before spitting out, “That is an unwise move, girl.” He neither moved to stop her nor moved away, instead holding still, ear twitching.

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His ears shot forward at her voice, and his maw parted with a soft growl. “What manner of being are you?” he asked, yellow eyes attentively scanning her now that she was closer to him. He sniffed, taking in  her scent once more.

“It is rare to get performers down here, much rarer that they are nonhuman or not mechanical in some way” he rumbled, blinking at her. He would choose not to flee, curiosity restraining him and bringing forth his voice.

The chimera eyed the woman as she danced, the light of her fires reflecting in his eyes. Though he was hidden in an alley, the monster wolf would be noticed if anyone spotted the glow of his augments and eyes in the dark. It was rare that such an interesting thing came to Zaun as a traveling band of performers, as they usually stuck to the upper city of Piltover. He watched the girl for some time, bat ears perked forwards at the strange strains of music echoing through the area. @chimeric-hunter

The performance ended with the small red haired female leaping up into the air and doing a spin, the clothes she was wearing flowed around her body as she landed and a burst of fire erupted from the ground in a color filled finale.

Aurora opened her eyes, looking out to the crowd as they applauded and cheered, a smile on her ace and her tails waving about behind her.

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You seem restless, in a kind of permanent way.

Take This Waltz (2011), Dir. Sarah Polley (via wnq-movies)

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time for cockblock sunday.

Where Sexual sundays dont exsist on this blog and never will.

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$350 REWARD!!

A howl to be proud of!