Warwick sleeping in a pipe is both adorable as hell and incredibly fucking sad.

Riot told me this is why they hate each other-

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I come bearing news regarding more Warwick canon content. In his newest Wild Rift trailer, it’s confirmed that he still has his human side. So, all my interactions involving WolfWick tolerating people’s presence and talking to them are canonically correct :)

#VAYNFUL … independent , canon divergent , shauna vayne from league of legends. written by kirby , established on the night of september twenty - first , inspired by a variety of media such as underworld ( 2003 ) & hannibal ( 2013 ) , exploring her most dominant tropes : “ hunter of her own kind “ & “ takes one to kill one. “

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That is a sentiment long since ingrained into his very being. The reason why he first took up arms and gave them up, only to become a wild, untamable beast himself. “That,” he rumbles out, eyes glowing with emotion. “I know.” There was once a period of disbelief and self-hatred, until he regained awareness of himself. “Humans… can hold so much evil within themselves.” They have the capability and willingness to hurt. To destroy until there was nothing left. “Animals have something not one person does.” The words are growled out with great effort.

@uncagedbeast - sentence starter for ma'at.

"Just because we look like animals does not mean we must act like them. Humans are not better than us for having no fur or claws."

Warwick bringing his mate closer with a low growl. Teasing her throat with a singular claw. Dangerous, but promising.

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combing her fingers through his fur.

As digits brush his fur, the large wolf can only curl around his woman soundly. Long ears twitch, touching fingers for a moment. This is his spot. Only his. The low rumbling sound he lets out is akin to a cat receiving precious attention. Light is blurred as his tail swishes; Warwick is pleased and content to bask in his mate’s warmth. The feeling is… soft. Unlike the rush of blood that urges him to hunt. To take. But right now, he has. He has Vayne. He turns his head in a way that he can nuzzle the other’s abdomen.

“Warm.” He rumbles out, sharp eyes sliding shut. He wants to he closer. Wants to feel more. “Closer.”

Did a lil 2 year redraw of my awkward Gwen Aleksei monster prom photo.

I like it enough I may wanna use it as like a cover for their comic

@vaynful

fuck hookup culture fuck dating fuck meet cutes i just need to find someone who won't run away in terror when i inevitably transform into an enormous fearsome beast who really just needs someone to see my razor sharp fangs and anguished howls and gently place their hand on my snout and tell me they still love me

It’s Mr. Wolf’s birthday!

If you get on Warwick, you’d be able to reach and put the star on top of every tree.

i come back from the dead to show you all this cute art of warwick and the fam <3

I think Van.der is so good with drinks that he has developed secret messages through them. Yeah, he’s limited with the ingredients he has available but he can make do. Sometimes they’re meant to indicate that there’s danger nearby and that person should hide/lay low, and other times they’re just meant to convey feelings or a sense of comfort because he’s not very good with expressing them explicitly.

I wonder whose favorite drinks Van.der already memorized.