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[chemicalmongrel]

Character Building Question: 35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Learn how to Howl!

// You know, this question was actually a lot harder to think of an answer for than I expected it to be. There is so much massive morally questionable things Vander has done in his life before and after becoming Warwick. To the point where I do not believe there are any "small" ones like that after becoming Warwick.

// However, prior to his transformation, a lot of Warwick's smaller, morally questionable choices happened from the day to day while running the Lanes. Especially when it came to the children he ended up adopting along the way.

// But the smallest?

// If I would have to say, it is probably something he did or said during the early years of raising Violet, Powder, Clangor and Mylo. Something he thought might have been inocuous or innocent. But then later on, days or months, he sees just how massive an impact it had on them.

// In this way, I think a series of small questionable moral decisions he made along the line likely greatly shaped Silco into what they both became during the moment of betrayal.

// It isn't easy to go from rebellion figurehead to protective papa bear, even more so in a town like Zaun.

[mylospookiebear]

Can you please do sfw and nsfw Loona x Short Male Vampire Sinner Reader? Thanks for your time!

Ofc!

Loona x M!Short male vampire sinner reader

(IK, that was unreasonably long)

SFW💗 + NSFW🔥

MDNI. (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

SFW-

Would and WILL bully the absolute shit about your height

You despise her first

She despises you as well...

(and Blitzø)

Calls you "Short stack", "Twink" and just anything that pisses you off

Loona does think your fangs are cool though

She went to Beelzebub's party once again but Vortex wasn't there due to him being sick

You were alone sitting at a table sipping vodka but then she came up to you and sat in front of you

"What are you doing here?" She asked

"Bored. And I know this place is normally for hellhounds, I have seen a few Imps but just thought this place could be some fun I guess"

...

So basically

What happened next is that "Queen Bee" had started singing "Die Young" and you two were just talking and getting drunk (and or high) off your minds

Everyone was dancing and you two decided to join in, Drinking, Smoking, Snorting crack, Etc

Loona actually realised you're pretty cool and not a small vampire twink she thought you'd be!

Even more times past and you two decided to go to a separate room..

NSFW-

Tbh, Is a switch but sometimes actually prefers to be a dom

Fast but not rough, Doesn't wanna hurt you

Biting kink as well

It's a big problem because like I said, Loona doesn't wanna hurt you so when she bites you, you start bleeding and she'll stop (Or force you to stop if your Dom or Bottom) and start licking your wound

You bite her occasionally on the shoulder or neck with your fangs and she lets out a howl of pleasure

Blood does mostly come out and you just suck it and may or may not give her a hickey while your at it

Her tail wags a lot so if you're in doggy style or something, It will 100% get in your face and you both will just start laughing alot

Doesn't mind giving head, She does a good job at it too

Fucking LOVES it when you eat her out

Can last about 5-6 rounds

Not very vocal but let's out soft moans and howls if she's REALLY into it

Aftercare is in fact a MUST DO.

She sees aftercare as, Cuddling and food while watching TV

(Try your best not to do it in Blitzø's house because god almighty if you get caught you will definitely be IMP'S next victim.)

Overall just a great person when it comes to this

Sure she might not have much experience but she is fucking AMAZING at it

Will bully you less after this and will officially be dating you

Kissing you everywhere

Hugging

Anything!

(Not in public though.)

HATES PDA.

Thanks for reading!🐺

[marengogo]

NAKED - 2: Lips on Neck

Clarity - by Saleka  [CLARITY]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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I know. I know. I know. My next post was supposed to be about Jikook and the Art of Silence … but I am INFJ-T … so I follow my feelings (for the most part) and as a result, I’d like to talk about that particular occurrence in the lives of JM and JK for a second. All that chest, waist, butt and neck talk made me rethink about Hickeygate!

Like I do, in this come naked second of the blog, I’d like to begin with stripping them down of EVERYTHING that has happened to them previous to the day in which JK, at the time a 23 year old young man, vocalist of a band named BTS, came out of a car with a mark on his neck, ready to go to rehearsal. Soon after him, from the same car, out came another young man by the name of JM, also a vocalist for the same band. If I may add, the fact that they came out of the same car should also be stripped down from this story and simply regarded as facts. 

This information is being given to us through a compilation provided to us by the company of said band, HYBE. The DVD/compilation is called “BTS Memories of 2020” and it is paid content (there is a whole can of worms about paid content, but this is not for today’s essay…), which is edited by HYBE and mostly directed to ARMY, who are BTS’ fans BUT … we already know aaaaall of that right? So we shall not go deep into the various objective of this DVD, as this is about the two boys: Jungkook and Jimin.

When the cameraman addresses JK, who is monitoring JM’s rehearsal and asks him what happened to his neck, the young man said and I quote -

JK: “Yesterday, Jiminie-hyung and I played around while having drinks. Jiminie-hyung got dizzie and bit me. He bit me and it became like this”

 Translation: phorenJJ

In the following scene Jimin is confronted with regards to JK’s mark. This time, the cameraman chooses a different approach and questions JM while he is in the company of JK and two other bandmates (Tae and Jin). JM replies and I quote:

Jimin: “... Jungkookie carried me and kept on going round and won’t let me down so I bit”

Translation: phorenJJ

From both boys’ versions of the event at some point: Jimin’s teeth were on Jungkook’s neck as they both used the word bite. Now I know it didn’t look like a bite. To many, including myself, it looked like a hickey BUT, let's strip them down of that as well. OK? Teeth are located inside the mouth, right? And the mouth is made of lips, just like an ass is made of buttcheecks. Thus, let’s chalk it up to the fact that, at some point during that night, JM's lips were on JK’s neck.

Now, let’s take a second. Let’s imagine. You’ve been drinking. For those who have never drank, it makes you feel lighter, it lowers inhibitions, and the more your drink the less you can control your bodily functions as well; you really need to concentrate in order to do something properly.  

Let’s take a step back. Jungkook and Jimin are bandmates but also friends. In a location that is not provided to us, they were drinking, alone, as Tae and Jin seem to have no idea of what was going on. How do you drink with your friends? I'm usually seated at a table on a chair, so are my friends / friend. Some might be on a table, or by a window etc. But each on their own. And we are not talking about drinking while watching a movie or doing something else, because that is another situation and I do believe it would have been mentioned. This was just a drinking and talking night, it seems. Now here comes the piece of information we do not have: How did JM end up getting carried by JK?

Take a second and let’s continue to try to imagine. What could have made JK want to get up and carry JM? ...

So let’s change the scenario. Let’s have them standing, what could have made them be standing? Maybe JM observed that JK now is so strong that he can carry him for example like he does in No more Dream! He knows, JK knows. So … would they need to demonstrate the fact to themselves? I’d say no, but they’ve drank, so for the sake of argument let’s say that JM wants to have JK show him how easily he can carry him … for some reason … and JK agrees. They both stand up and JK carries JM bridal style. Cool. Yeah, cool but apparently there was spinning.

… Let’s keep imagining. 

Once being carried, (not for the first time because Jungkook has carried Jimin bridal style many times) they both confirm and can see that Jungkook can carry Jimin, but for some reason JK decides that it is a good idea to start spinning them. Now mind you, they have both been drinking at this point and the last thing you want to do is start spinning. Like, I’m what you call a liquor enthusiast (... to put it nicely 😬…) and TRUST MY PEOPLE, spinning is really the last thing you want to be doing as the brain and the body would not sync and lots can happen from dizziness to throwing up. 

… but let’s keep imagining.

At some point during this very controlled, yet under the influence, rendition of No More Dream, JM decides that he wants to get down but JK doesn’t let him. From what we’ve observed JM usually pats JK’s chest to let him down, which he probably tried that night without avail. At which point, apparently we are still spinning (JK is Clark Kent …) and the next thing JM thinks is to bite him. Except, there are no teeth marks at all BUT we will call it a bite mark. JK must have not felt the bite at all or maybe didn’t mind it, and for his neck to get that bruise it means JM was on the neck for more than 15sec at least… after which we have no idea what happened. All we know is that they both showed up together to rehearsal with a clear mark which JK could have covered but didn’t. I’ll get back to this but before this, let’s take a quick step back and rely on some good ol’ physics real quick

Have you ever been on a spinning ride? If you haven't, what happens is that you will be kept closer to the outer edges of what is spinning because of the centrifugal force, which depending on its strength, would make it very hard for you to reach the centre of whatever is spinning. In the bridal spin situation, JK was the center and JM was at the edge of “the ride” and depending on how fast JK was spinning, it would have been hella hard for JM to reach JK’s neck. Now let’s say that JK was spinning him slowly … 

try to imagine two tipsy grown ass men slowly spinning in the middle of a room, alone, while one is being carried bridal style and reaching out to bite the spinner in order to make him stop … LOL.

This is not just JM calling JK cute, or JK slapping JM’s but, or JM pinching JK’s cheeks, or JK shaking JM’s hands. This is literally JM’s lips and tongue (now stay with me on the PG lane please! 👮) on JK’s neck, and no matter how blurry the concept of personal space is for every member in that band, they do have boundaries. We don’t know in fact if JM spent the night or if the same car did its rounds to go pick them up from separate locations … but that really doesn’t matter does it? As we get back to our speculation of what might have happened, let’s imagine JK, waking up in the morning, looking in the mirror and finding that mark on his neck. We all know that JK has plenty of makeup available, because of work but also personal choice, so covering that up was definitely going to be

... but he didn’t.

And here come my thoughts - JKK_OBSERVATION_5.mg - Part of me thinks that if it were left to himself, when asked about the “bite”, he’d just say that Jimin bit him, but JM had them agree on a story to go with. And it wasn’t like the area hurt or anything, homeboi was touch the hell out of the mark and the whole day the only people that were allowed to touch that “bite” were the bitten (JK) and the biter (JM), now I ask you, if this were just some messing around among friends as some are trying really hard to make it look like, would JK be so sensitive about who touches a non important mark on his neck? I also feel like lowkey (highkey) JK was kinda proud and happy about being able to just walk around with that bite on his neck, I think that was a personal important moment for himself. Not sure what Jimin thought but as the biter he couldn’t quiet dictate how the bitten handled his body, right? Many will also downplay the meaning of a hickey, but let me tell you, just like when you write your name on something to make sure people know it is yours, if you apply that concept from human to human, I can guarantee you, there is nothing remotely platonic about leaving one's own mark on someone else’s body. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. 

And that’s all from me!

About to go watch Eternals with a cheap Cabernet Sauvignon, 

Always respectfully Yours,

Marengo.

[chemicalmongrel]

First of all, I am really happy that you got back into rping and are giving me a chance. That means a lot. Now excuse me as I go and absolutely gush about your writing style!!!!

Holy smokes, where do I even start?!

Your writing style for Warwick is so specific, so unique and so interesting! I feel like it would be near impossible to replicate it. It is so immaculate and elegant; it is so precise in what you are trying to say. Which I find extremely fascinating, given that we are talking about a giant wolf monster, and as a Warwick rper myself, I can attest to how much of a headache his dialogue is!

I find it incredible how much depth and nuance, you give Warwick as a character. How he perceives the world, how he physically response to his environment, the way his memories interact with his rage and the tank on his back, even the way his memories are written... There is so much in your writing style, I wanna soak it up and roll in it. It is such a pleasure to read from start to finish.

I feel deeply touched and honoured to write with someone so skilled. Like I said, holy shit! You are that freaking good. Like Godtier Warwick. Aaaaaahhh!!!!

Honest Hearts

// I am glad to see that how I write and try to delineate Warwick has not deteriorated much from when I dropped off the face of Tumblr for a few years. That it does not seem like the way I try and format, characterize and have him interface with the world and those around him don't leave a bad taste in the mouth. Something I am, to be honest, quite worried about happening everytime I make a post or reach out to interact with others.

// I think I am my own biggest detractor in that regard. Holding myself up to a standard that sometimes feels impossible at times, especially when so many people on my dash are phenomenal writers and have a fundamental mastery over their muses. Since I often psyche myself out regarding whether or not it is annoying for me to even try to talk to others. Plot out things or ask if they want to do things.

// Which, to be fair, I think everyone here struggles with so I am not really unique in that regard.

// Am jus' happy to know that someone out there is so enthralled by my portrayal of this old dog to feel so strongly.

[chemicalmongrel]

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Learn how to Howl!

// Before becoming Warwick, the lie Vander told himself most often was that everything was going to be fine. Maybe after a while, things would become fair, just even! But with how Piltover looked down upon the undercity and how few people there actually cared or knew the extent of the disparity--even Heimerdinger did not fully grasp it until he saw it firsthand--it was never like to improve without someone engaging in constant action.

// Despite his methods, Silco definitely took steps to forcing Piltover to realize that they and their council hadn't the first idea just how out of touch they became in regards to the undercity. To Zaun.

// And after he became Warwick, the beast?

// The biggest lie he tells himself then is that he can be fine again, that he is okay and can be okay.

[chemicalmongrel]

Anon bursts into a million petals upon being struck, heartbreaking at the sight of the wolf-man’s utter anguish. it was not her place - nor within her power - to speak his truth - any truth - into being. as much as it hurt, his peace would come in due time. All would be made right. it had to. (thanks again for humouring me! you’re a fantastic writer ✨🌻✨)

Pink and blue! Find them! FIND THEM!! Shingles and stone and metal quaked beneath the fervent stride of inhuman limbs, claws RENDING through it all like paper. Caustic ooze trailed behind a blurred, furred projectile and ate through fabric and stone alike. GRINDING teeth and RAGGED breathing vied for dominance over the sharp whistle of air whipping past a colossal frame. And yet those who heard, who witnessed the MONSTER race across smog-choked rooftops, ploughed into brazen pipes and careened through winding alleyways could do nought. Howler. A haunting word to die upon chapped lips. And with it, a silent prayer offered to statuesque bluebirds--let not the chimeric nightmare discover them. How apt an epithet for the BEAST. It loosed a HOWL and shook the very city with its fury!

Razor claws scrapped across the shingles of rooves, CRACKING clay and GOUGING metal alike. A fork and knife against polished porcelain. Acrid bitter pennies fill its mouth as it scrabbles across rooftops, burnt copper and the stench of the unwashed masses in its nostrils. Thoroughfares where the clinking of cogs and deafening foot traffic threaten to spill out into toxic puddle-strewn tributaries. Chemtech and metal prosthetics chafe its ears worse than anything else--they REEK of blood, of suffering! And the liquid FIRE coursing through its veins boiled its skin! WHERE ARE THEY! He needed to find pink and blue, nothing else mattered! Women SHRIEK and men HOLLER out to one another as ankle-high snipes and sump-sucking RATS scatter. The darkness cannot hide the incandescent glow of burning coal, cannot muffle the scrapping of glass against metal and heavy impacts of a living NIGHTMARE. There was nothing left to save, nothing but prey in a city of PAIN and HATE! The man has never SCREAMED so loud! FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FI- Stop screaming!

Metal screeches and a colossal weight dent a building's backside, jarring the beast for a moment. A divot has been left in one of several buildings forming a thin funnel of an alley. It stunk worse than the sumps. Salted brine mingled with caustic chemicals, overapplied cheap cologne and oily, unkempt hair. Yet everything paled compared to the group of chem-punks loitering in the sharp corner delineating the end of the alley's straightaway. Oil and fumes and stale alcohol. Rusted joints and corroded limbs. Wispy puffs of technicolor smog drift from modified exo-filters hanging from their necks. Stale shimmerwine stained breath. They threw bewildered looks down the alley before the beast rattled the dingy backstreet with its RAGE! Blades glinting in the light and sludge-filled sidearms are pulled in a scrambled hurry, drawn toward the rampaging BULL stampeding toward them. Hiccuping burps belch from the pilfered firearms in a humid staccato, each streaking across metal and mortar with their aim to burn holes through chimeric hide. Less than half of which struck true. Fewer still managed to peel away flesh and eat into the bulging muscle composing the MONSTER'S frame. All of them, however, brought MURDER in its heart. The CHAMBER drove HATE into its veins! Bone and sinew BUCKLED while its GAUNTLETS and TUBES blistered its skin. It drove forward at a fevered pace, SCATTERING the runts with an impact they were too inebriated to react to. Were they screaming before the sickening impact of pulverized bones and ruptured organs? Had they tried scrambling out of the way when it was obvious they were glaring down the business end of a runaway train? DOESN'T MATTER! BLADES, TEETH, and CRIMSON paint the world in mono hues while a symphony of AGONY and fear filters the world through Chiroptera ears. They beg and beg while footfalls echo from the side. Cowards run! Cowards hide! They'd die SCREAMING like the rest! The BEAST felt something push against its snapping jaws, kick at its stomach and whinge with the scrape of a ruptured lung. It reared back, DUG its claws into the chest, and SLAMMED the soon-to-be cadaver into the wall. Again and again! Until PULP was all that remained! Metal creaked and groaned until something gave way. And with a cacophonous SCREECH, the wall tore like an ulcer through stomach lining. Then the BEAST stood partway in an empty warehouse sitting near the waterfront. An open floorplan made dark from past tragedies. Scorched earth. A vacant lot. Pink and blue nowhere to be found. The pain throbbed and beat against the BEAST'S temples. There was nothing here to find, nothing but jumbled memories screaming in the dark of a dimmed mind. Voices fading away into the wind. Muddied by the distant holler of overgrown sump rats skittering away from their predator.

Nothing left--the world had moved beyond him. The man sunk back into the dark.

[chemicalmongrel]

Anonymous asked: “anon love” anon approaches, gently wiping away the once-man’s tears. this too shall pass, dear stranger. you will find your heart’s desire (a good heart and its sister) 🌼 (i did not expect that kind of reply and am now deceased. thank you.)

Fur bristles as the beast's scarred flesh twitches at the unwanted touch. Its tail stilled and the weight of an immense frame brought it onto its side. Acrid sludge continues to bleed from its eyes as it bored holes into the floor with absentminded scrutiny. Splitting pain stabbed into its head, hewing its skull and screaming into it the axe wound until the drum of war beat its temples. Blue and pink, they sat together with legs hugged to chests and bruised cheeks and cut lips. Pink wore bloodied badges upon scabbed knuckles. Blue tinkered with a tin can decorated with screws, knives, bolts and freeform crayon patterns. They were smiles and hugs and laughter, just like goggles and lockpick. Four--four children, four bouquets scattered to pieces about the beast. B R O K E N!

Warwick's ear twitched and angled to the side, both standing at attention. A voice spoke, hushed and grating. Fork scribbled against porcelain. Heart's desire. Pink's desire--protect blue, goggles and lockpick. A good heart, a good colour. Either paw tenses as the caustic ooze filtered throughout its body flowed into the brazen gauntlet stitched into its arm. A thousand-thousand biting gnats snap at the monster's flesh--an itch nothing could scratch. Scratches mar another's arm, pink flesh made white from deeds gone. Pink without blue, without goggles and lockpick. Where are they? W H E R E A R E T H E Y!

The floor shakes as both paws come crashing down upon stained floorboards. Wood threatens to give way to inhuman strength, groaning undercurrent to the whirring chamber embedded in its back. Petals and stems are crushed Goggles and lockpick, puddles of scarlet blooming from debris. Pink lays beneath metal--monsters loom in the smog, directed by a figure. The figure. The eye. O N E G L I T T E R I N G E Y E!

Liquid FIRE fills its veins! A madman's plunger splits muscle and pierces bone! Its world is RED and ORANGE and ANGER and PAIN!! The eye wants pink! Wants blue! Took goggles and lockpick! Can't save them all--have to save them! I T H U R T S!!

"LET ME FORGET!"

A treetrunk swung out from the MONSTER, slamming into the person and throwing them clear. MEANINGLESS NOISE! PAIN! PAIN! Fight through it! Fight for blue! Fight for pink! Follow the scent, find the EYE! The BEAST turns to the nearest window and throws itself through the shattered remnants of glass. Dulled blades DIG into hide! Splintered wood explodes from window sill as the BEAST disappears into the smoggy night.

[chemicalmongrel]

Anonymous asked: anon love AWAY! *showers you and your muse with flowers (and if you’re allergic, you get a cute paper flower instead)*

Tired eyes crack open long before the flowers are showered atop Warwick's immense head. And with every footstep closer, its ears twitched and angled to keep track of the person brave enough to venture so deep into the Lanes. Swaying back and forth, the beast's tail brushed the dirt and debris left by it when it trailed into the ruined building. Its hackles bristled and its brow furrowed, corners of its lips pulling back to evince carnassial teeth and brutal canines. The many cylinders containing sloshing, caustic chemicals on its back whir as tension builds in every inch of muscle. And then the first keldiscopic splash of color met its mucus-tinted vision as soft petals and firm stems rain atop its curled up form.

It was... nice. The aroma flittered into its nostrils, bringing back brief recollections like a fleeting panorama tossed amid a pyre's burning flames. Pink and blue hair. Fists and symbol monkeys. Crying children, faces fading away into flames. Acrid sludge bled from the corners of its eyes, pain shooting up into its head like an icepick with each caustic tear. What were their names?