#Renata Glasc

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You forget whose money made you what you are, Viktor.

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Female Characters Arcane

Summary: 

Character: Vi (Violet), Sevika, Jinx (Powder), Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Grayson, Ambessa Medarda, Renata Glasc, Cassandra Kiramman. 

Cw. ninguna. 

➤  Vi (Violet).

In retrospect Vi had always been the strong one in everything, there was so much she carried inside her that sometimes she felt nothing short of exploding so hard and imploding until she disappeared. She didn't know if she felt like a supernova in moments, maybe she was exploding and never knew it or so she thought until she felt herself melting against soft hands, long fingers, slightly calloused fingertips, manicured nails and such a delicious feeling that shook her from bone to muscle. She felt boneless, naked, exposed, vulnerable and muscles exposed to the open air, naked nerves, nerves that you caressed so sweetly letting everything inside her melt and stir in an amalgam of comfort, warmth and coziness. It was cozy, it felt good to be comforted, cared for. It felt good, cared for, loved, adored even and it was embarrassing how she pushed her face into your chest; rubbing her cheek against the softness, bewitching herself in your scent, clinging to your body and wrapping her arms around your hips, squeezing in the hope that you wouldn't disappear.

"Because you love me so much pretty girl?"

He doesn't know why he asks, he just does, because he doesn't think he deserves so much love (if he does, he deserves it so much that you consider it almost a crime that he doesn't believe it).

"Because it's you, I love you from head to toe, the satisfying or unsatisfying feelings included, when you come home from a boxing league fight in Zaun with bloody knuckles, when I see you come home from work in that uniform I know you still hate, when you wake up with your hair a mess and in a bad mood, when you sleep, when you think you're not presentable, as a teenager and right now, I can't imagine myself anywhere else but next to you Vi" you recite with such ease, syrupy words rolling off your tongue with such sweetness and ease that they seem like honey, as you gently cradle her cheeks between your palms adoring her features; slightly bushy eyebrows, bright powder blue eyes, deceptively long eyelashes, nose just a little crooked from his countless fights, the small scar that gently parts his left eyebrow, the nose piercing, slightly plump lips and the scar on his upper lip, the tattoo on his cheek of a Roman six, the freckles that so subtly dot his skin"....I love everything about you Violet, I always will, until you let me."

Vi didn't pretend that this answer didn't completely disarm her; bone by bone, nerve by nerve until she felt almost dissected by every word and how your love seeped like water through her fingers, your loving gaze was only the last nail that cemented her love for you. Your love was intense when self-sabotage was at her fingertips and nightmares made her believe she was unloved, it was soft and gentle when she felt discouraged and decided, overwhelming when she felt needy and could not express it, violent when she refused to hear that she was loved. If you loved her you filled every nook and cranny, and helped her to get through, to move on and go on. You simply knew how to meticulously dissect her, skin layer by skin layer, muscles, bones, joints and veins to sneak your love in. You disassembled her to an almost molecular degree or could be compared to it. So, she just hid her face in her partner's shoulder, feeling her cheeks flushed beyond redness even her ears felt hot, her heart racing, her hands sweating and even her body's response to your caresses and words.

"...never leave me love"

"I will never rosita" you reply in a soft voice caressing the back of her neck, playing with the soft strands of her pink hair.

"...don't call me that" Vi whispered, even though she loved that cheesy nickname.

And you always understood her, as Vi understood you.

➤ Sevika 

For Sevika the notion of a quiet night was a lot, but occasionally this was; arriving at her apartment in Zaun (the only good thing about being Silco's second in command) where you usually arrived earlier since you worked in the weapons factories, hence you arrived before her. So arriving was a daily process, arriving at the place they shared where it always smelled like a meal cooked a little at a time, sometimes it smelled like a familiar food or a random dessert.

She craved something sweet.

She never knew how her partner was always aware of when she was craving something sweet, but she had an uncanny accuracy to it and today after dealing with Jinx's problems, having to fix them and not being able to complain because Jinx's self-proclaimed father would tell her to shut up, as if her job included babysitting a girl over 18. Fuck.

"From here I can see smoke coming out of that head of yours Vika."

Before she could even articulate a word a plate with a generous piece of chocolate cake was placed in front of her with a cutlery, she justly occupied something sweet to get over the bad drink.

"...again another mess I had to clean up" she grumbled annoyed, not in the mood to elaborate.

"Jinx, right?"

Sevika just affirmed, before taking the first bite, the chocolate exploded in his mouth and relaxed him a little, it was the little treats you usually always gave him, along with intimacy, and a life together that softened his heart.

"I don't want to bore you with the details sweetie" he replies before taking another bite of cake.

"you never bore me what happened Vika?"

The best nights are those where he eats something sweet prepared by the hands of the woman he loved and just talk, sometimes about nothing, sometimes about everything, about the future they dreamed together as children (although it was not the same it was close to what they imagined although with the difference that she herself could never give you everything she dreamed of giving you), about how they were so fucked up that nothing could get them out of that hole but together it was worth it or about the day of both of them. Sometimes she allowed herself to daydream, to dream of a better life to be able to give her partner, a place where they both didn't have to be so meddled with everything they knew would cost them in the long run.

"I love you Vika" you whispered in a syrupy voice, before stealing a kiss from Sevika that tasted like chocolate and expensive cigars.

Sometimes Sevika felt good like this.

➤ Jinx (Powder)

Mylo's voice sometimes upset her more than she could bear, more than she was willing to tolerate and she felt like scratching her scalp until she reached her skull, to go even further to her brain and to be able to shut up that irritating voice. Now she was not the Powder who felt bad about everything, who felt her spirit die with every veiled insult, with every "whenever something goes wrong, you bring bad luck" or with every memory that she tried hard to forget because she would not have them anymore, because she would never have access to more of it. So she became engrossed in improving her pumps, making the closed circuit more precise and making sure no one could see inside them.

"Silco says you haven't eaten in a few blue days."

Jinx hears you, clearly he does as your voice is the only one capable of getting through all the voices swirling in his ears; Mylo scoffing and Claggor pointing out a few things on his pump, thanks a thousand times your voice.

"...Silco says a lot of things" he grumbles before pressing the pump in the perfect closed loop to throw it towards the vacuum under the huge turbine where his workshop was located listening to the explosion "but he's right this time, I haven't eaten and I don't plan to...Did you cook me? Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

Sometimes she regrets everything that was going on, but the only thing that made her feel good and maybe somewhat lucky (contrary to what Mylo was always saying in her ear) to have a girl who was in love with her and who cared for her in her own way, sometimes she thought that your love kept her halfway sane, but er a secret that she would take to her grave forever.

Powder, in the past knew what filial love, support and warmth felt like.

Until blue came along to change everything.

Jinx, knows what fear is in the eyes of others, what affection for identification is since Silco saw himself in her but never knew to what degree which led him to treat her as a daughter which he sincerely appreciated, and knew what pure love meant, love without adultery.

You, blessed and cursed be you loved her for every positive and negative trait, you held her in her crises, you embraced her when nightmares destroyed her bone by bone, and when pink detonated her. You had seen the worst of her being, that lurid, dirty, stained and ground to a bloody pulp and yet you could love her, encourage her, tell her the truth and be her pillar. You seemed to be forged in heaven with a resilience that only the devil could create, or so she formulated.

"Have you cracked the Hextech theory yet?" you question interested, looking over her shoulder at her work leaving her to eat in peace and her space.

Jinx takes a while to pass the huge mouthful of food she had taken, but it was a sandwich with everything she liked and she finally had something in her stomach, she didn't know how but every food you touched tasted a thousand times better.

"something like that" she replies as she passes the bite with a gulp of apple juice, and her mind betrays her with remembering that you had a huge gallon of apple juice in your home just for when she visited did that feel like being loved? maybe yes "they are equations, calculations, instruction and so on, sequences of steps but I have a little trouble deciphering them, I have to recreate the, understand them so I can replicate them, and runes I think? I think they are runes and I don't know what they mean, but an easy job would be boring."

"wow that sounds complicated"

She only nods at your words, before she feels the gentle weight of your bandaged hand against her slender shoulder, and immediately identifies the weight of your hand on her. A welcome weight, loved, adored even and she melts all over, mouth full; your lips softly against her hundred, with warm, abiding love.

"Blue luck" you say in a soft voice, just for her.

Jinx stays alone in her workshop, a plate of food on her desk with another sandwich which she must finish because it is a crime not to finish the food you make her with so much love next to the big glass of apple juice, a glass which you yourself had made for her filled with soft drawings of the sky clouds over a gradient in blue of different shades until bordering on black. Her old glass had broken and you, bless you, had made her a new one, a new meaning that didn't make her retch from time to time.

How much did you love her? She thinks, maybe, you loved her very much and that comforts her.

➤ Caitlyn Kiramman. 

For Caitlyn to really feel her mother's rejection for her career was like a little thorn embedded in her skin and to be reduced to only having patrols in the Piltover shopping area was a bruise on the flesh, blood grinding and reminiscent of the annoyance from time to time, she hates it. She hates that it left her on patrols in expensive stores, the commercial sector and plaza of Piltover where nothing was going on.

It took her away from the countryside where she wanted to be to see the world outside of golden Piltover.

But, as always, she found the good part of it, she could sneak away and escape at times to that elegant, beautiful and minimalist store full of beautiful flowers exported from murky waters, Bandle City, Demacia, the Freljord, Ixtal, Ionia, Noxus, Targon and Zaun, that's a lot of flowers that are on display for all who can and want to buy, a beautiful and elegant flower shop. Whenever you went in there it was a delight to your nose since it smelled like a combination of flowers, a sweet, clean and you perfume. Although it was an irony since you always smelled of flowers, and perfume.

You were her safe place.

Caitlyn makes her way pretending to check until she reaches the flower shop and enters, opening the thick ornate glass doors that only allowed a partial view of the flower shop and when she steps inside, the amalgamation of scents so pleasant hits her nose in a friendly way and then she sees you, you're in the back room she sees you coming and going with flowers in your hands, so he takes the trouble to put up the sign "I'll be back in a flower arrangement" which always gave him grace and advanced through the store seeing the elegant furniture in pleasant tones to the back room where you are humming creating very elegant flower arrangements with a crystal flower in the middle of other more extravagant and beautiful ones. She leans against the door frame, watching you create those beautiful floral arrangements before rapping her knuckles on the door.

"Did I tell you that you look like a fairy?" she questions with amusement, it's a sweet nickname she's always had for you

"This fairy witnesses an enforcer skipping her patrols? The audacity" you reply with a chuckle, amused "Mistress Cassandra put you on a leash again pretty girl?"

She snorts when she hears you, stepping fully into the back room closing the door seeing that in the back there are even more flowers on huge furniture acclimating for them "You know, she's got the short leash for me and daddy couldn't dissuade her, so I'll be here for a few weeks."

"Then we can have lunch together. What do you think?" you offer, looking for something good in between everything.

"it would be a crime not to take advantage, sure do you fancy going for lunch? I've already put up your "I'll be back in a flower arrangement" sign" she says with amusement at the text you created when you got your own place

"Oh come on, it's original miss enforcer."

Yeah, maybe there was something good about patrolling the shopping area.

➤ Mel Medarda. 

"Don't move so much dear" Mel says, without the need to see you as she hears the soft sound of the silk sliding across your skin and is concentrating on the canvas finishing finding the exact tone of your skin, as if she has it memorized already "I don't want to lose the pose I indicated".

"It's just that my thigh itches" you grumble with a disgruntled pout because of the itch and when Mel allows you to move, you scratch just a little and return to the pose that is not so uncomfortable, leaning back against an elegant armchair that Mel had acquired just for you when they started living together with only a silk covering your skin in the areas where they should be covered "Aren't you bored? I am, talk about something, I don't know."

"A troubled muse, from what I see" adds with a chuckle Mel, smiling combining the tones in the palette watching you with deep gaze analyzing your anatomy, how your thighs joined your wide hips with a softness as if you were molded by the gods themselves and maybe, it was true "I'm almost done and I'll take you to dinner at your favorite restaurant"

"I want desserts" you jump with excitement, not realizing how the silk falls from your chest revealing your breasts and you remember your possess returning to her with blushing cheeks "Sorry love"

Mel just smiles, and finds even more charming the pose you came to be in, a gentle evolution of the original pose, demure and sensual, almost an innocent combination, as your gaze falls to the side as a soft embarrassment, but notice your sidelong glance at herself, a gaze full of love and glow. It is one of the many canvases she has created, in a long list of paintings that are in her living room and there will be one more.

"You should order food first, if you eat only desserts your stomach will hurt" she points out, adding more shadows.

"Mel" you complain in a whiny and annoyed tone, holding the pose.

"Food before, dessert after and rosé wine" tries to convince Mel already knowing your eternal love for sweet, and well sweet comes back to sweet

"...okay"

"Good girl"

Silence fills the room, and Mel continues with the painting on the canvas, trying to portray your sweet self until your voice again is heard, she loves that you are that sweet and somewhat whiny woman, because it is only in moments like these where you show how spoiled she has you, and it must be so, something she learned in Noxus (maybe the only good thing) that couples will always be priority and keeps you pampered, spoiled and happy, like you have her happy always.

"Almost there?"

Yes, she loves those moments where your gaze meets hers and you look like a spoiled little princess but there is a sweet fun in your eyes that she loves and finds herself adoring.

"I think I'll paint other canvases."

"Mel!"

He just laughs, continuing, he loves when you are his muse, because in retrospect you are always his muse even when you wake up disheveled and when you are dazzlingly beautiful decked out in the best dresses. He simply loves you.

➤ Grayson. 

he stress of work weighs heavy on his body, he almost feels twice his age and when he gets home, the aroma of a meal cooking wafts from the kitchen delighting his nose and being, you are his home and he adores you, you are the perfect wife. He distracts himself by taking off his boots in the entryway, stepping onto the cold living room floor passing through the spacious living room before he gets the soft smack of you impacting against his body and he can only smile, you always do that even when they were young and he loves those effusive hugs.

"You know I come home dirty from work honey" he speaks in a soft, gravelly voice close to your ear, squeezing his arm around your shoulders and kisses your hundred, savoring that expensive cream you love so much and keeps your skin smooth, from which he steals from time to time

"You know I don't mind, I must give you your hug every time you arrive" you grumble against his suit, he smells a bit humorous and a bit sour, he sure did patrol in Zaun with the recent peace treaty between the two cities and you cling to his chest, before looking up seeing him with loving eyes, Grayson is so beautiful beyond belief and as the years go by she only gets more attractive and handsome, you love that rugged and gentle air which combine masterfully in her and you stand on tiptoe kissing her "Welcome home, I'm making your favorite but I'll leave it on low heat and I can give you a bath."

"Do I look so old that you already ueires to give me a bath yourself?" she questions, with light humor frying her nose against your cheek holding you against her body, hugging you lovingly and loving the sweetish scent on your skin.

"It's not that" you say, with a pout before kissing his jaw and biting it gently "But I want to spoil you, you're the man of the house" you add, with dark humor that only your wife understands.

Grayson can only smile, the black humor between the two was a way to deal with turbulent issues with their respective families, in your own case your father disowned you for marrying a woman (a beautiful and special woman, it should be clarified) which was something that hurt you at the time but now is a topic they make jokes like that about, and in your case your parents hated you from the beginning for not being male and well, black humor is being able to make fun of everything that can hurt them and well, in your marriage humor is never lacking.

"Well, well I can't deny my sweet wife anything."

The trip to the bathroom in the master bedroom where you both have slept for years, the uniform is left in the laundry basket and you step into the shower, getting all the dirt off listening to you humming as she watches you through the glass door that blurs everything and when she steps out, her own nakedness doesn't bother her and you less, you've seen each other naked before in all the marriage os, there's nothing sexual and when she touches the hot water with soothing salts, she almost melts against the marble, even more so when she feels your hands in her hair smearing the conditioner which keeps her frizzy hair in place and your fingers against her scalp almost makes her purr, melt against you.

"Don't you get tired of pampering me honey?" she questions in a deep voice, relaxed against the tub.

"Don't you get tired of loving me? Of waking me up with kisses? Of taking me on dates to places I tell you about and always remember? Of being the love of my life?" you question, voice soft and flowing, stroking her scalp taking care of her hair.

"Never."

"We're on the same page."

Grayson knows what it's like to feel loved, he knows what it's like to love, and he wouldn't change a thing about his life, he wants to love you for millennia if possible, in this life and beyond.

➤ Ambessa Medarda. 

"You know it's going to be hard" you say, to the air listening to her heavy, steady footsteps against the white marble floor of your personal library in the palace, your wife in all her warrior and emotionally constipated glory wandering around pacing, and you just leave her drawing the memory of the meal you had with your daughter and son-in-law; Mel and Jayce, they make such a cute couple it's inevitable not to portray them, you'll give it to your daughter.

"I know, things are never easy and even less so with Mel."

"Well, if you were banished you'd be upset too and remember, I almost divorced you, so do better."

Ambessa bites her lip, remembering that turbulent moment, as cruel as it is, that she embodies the fox and the wolf at the same time she loves her family with all her being, with everything and she could destroy a thousand regions in order to protect them, strip herself of her humanity in order not to lose them, which is a paradox since she herself banished her daughter, the daughter she loved so much and who exasperated her so much because Mel was like her before she touched death, before accepting that she could become that warlord that her clan needed because she would not throw her wife to that place although, in a global vision of everything she knows that her wife is a fox in the skin of a rabbit, she is the most lethal strategist of Noxus that even the other four warlords respect and rightly so, she does not need strength or a cannon to subdue the rest, to prove her worth and Mel also inherited that. Her daughter was, in retrospect the culmination of their love for each other in her.

"I know" she replied, annoyed but not addressing her properly dropping into the long nest you must always have in your personal library and when she sees how you put down your notebook, she comes over dropping her head in your lap "but...I really want to sort it all out."

"Have you tried talking to her yet, telling her the truth?" you question, running your fingers through her hair between wavy and curly, unruly letting her cling to your legs, her hand large and calloused against your bare leg due to the Noxus dress you wore, her fingers though they carried death and carried blood to no end on your skin, on your flesh they were gentle "...that time was hard, and you proved your point, I wasn't ready to go through that ordeal like Kino did, Mel is diplomatic and doesn't value war, death and blood like you were raised and what you held on to, but what you hold high for your clan, for your family and well Kino is just like you but with a little diplomacy in the recipe."

She just sighs, feeling your caresses and lets her guard down, feeling naked and vulnerable, nerves in the air and in your sight "I know, it was selfish of me to push her away, save her from what would end up like us"

"acknowledging it is the first step, Kino has already spoken to you and her sister, all that remains is to give that head of yours time my love."

Ambessa never knows how you can love her, weapons, blood and death, trouble recognizing her own feelings, and a fierce strength to keep her family alive, her clan but, well she wants to bathe in your love, receive your caresses and delicacy. Only you have seen this vulnerable side and yet you love it. You have seen her crying after her first war, when she came back with blood on her hands and partially broken psyche, but you were there holding her tight despite the size difference, you held her all night long letting her cry until, she became the warlord she is now.

"...Will you be with me there when I talk to Mel?"

"I'll never leave you Bess, you married me and you'll never get rid of me in hell."

And if Ambessa was true to herself, heaven, hell and earth, she always wants to be with you. With loving softness which she professes only to you, she holds your wrist kissing your pulse sliding the kisses down to your finger where a red gold ring in the shape of a vine with a crystalline diamond adorns your ring finger above the black band, she made those rings herself and you never take them off your hands.

"Then I'm in luck, because I never want to leave you."

➤ Renata Glasc. 

He knows the feeling of climbing from the depths of mud, garbage and waste to position himself at the top of the city of iron and glass, installing a house in Piltover that became the central in medicine, cost horrors but here he was today controlling Zaun from the clouds and among the light air which does not make the lungs tremble. She grew at the expense of the misfortune of others, but, in Zaun is common and controls everything, leaving a certain slack to the rest of the barons and baronesses giving them the false sensation of power and freedom, to destroy them if she believes that they will put themselves in the same step where she is.

She is privileged to be at the top of the food chain in Zaun and Piltover, even if those pilties don't know it.

Many describe her as a cruel and cold woman, she is that and more. But, if his wife asked her to freeze hell she would do it. The only truth was, your wife was the one who possessed your purest and most sincere love which she has extracted from her cold chest just for you, leaving her heart in your flimsy hands. Therefore, he finds it fascinating to look at you, to admire your body, your silhouette and various expressions, your soft hands and how your skin no longer shows that sickly tone from lack of sun.

"Stop staring at me like that Ren" you say, in a soft whisper, shy like the first time he saw you.

"Darling it's impossible to stop looking at you, you are my wife and I love to admire you" Renata replies in a deep voice, approaching with fluid steps to you, where you gently place every little piece of mirror on the wall of her office, you were her little artist "...you are a natural artist and I love to see when you create all of this"

"You have always seen me, even when I graffitied the alleys of Zaun, one would think you would be bored by now" you say, gently taking each piece of mirror sticking it on the wall creating a scene and you feel Renata's mechanical hand on your hip which makes you sigh, you try hard not to think about what happened this morning at home, when she held you with that same mechanical arm so sleek and stylish yet strong pinning you against the bed and Renata devouring you

"I never tire of your creative process."

Renata rests her chin on your head, seeing every little piece of glass on the wall simulating like a fissure where you see a beautiful city, a Zaun you dreamed of and just kisses your hundred "one day I will make that Zaun come true."

I love you and I would give you hell, heaven, earth, the firmament just to make you smile, that's what he wants to say but he's silent when he sees your smile, your eyes full of love.

Renata can't imagine anyone else by her side but you.

➤ Cassandra Kiramman. 

If someone had told you in the past that you would end up married to the girl you came to hate (I didn't really, it was a gay panic actually) who brought you gray hairs with that joy and optimism, with her sweet, pleasant and kind smiles, with her concern, naked emotions, how you weren't afraid of feelings and showing them, that girl you hate in the past is currently your wife.

She is married to the love of your life and has a daughter with you.

He sighs softly, savoring the flower tea that he likes to drink and that you brought from your travels outside Piltover, a beautiful small flower enclosed in a bud, opaque and dry until it comes in contact with hot water blooming leaving the most beautiful flowers, and creating a sweet, delicious tea with a unique flavor. A box of tea that you always brought for her, without fail along with flowers, and books from other regions that she spends her nights reading. To tell the truth, the girl she hated in the past now made her happy, her cheeks hurt from smiling so much when you came on a trip and wrapped her in a tight hug, but every time she saw that scene it made her heart flip, it was as if you carved your name on her heart and soul.

"It's not fair mommy!" you hear a little childish voice squeal with indignation, it's in the middle of the huge garden with some dartboards a considerable distance away and the little girl stomps her little foot on the ground showing her anger "You let me win and I'll tell mommy!".

Cassandra feels her heart melt, as Caitlyn is held in her wife's arms and hears her laugh, it's impossible for Caitlyn to get so angry at her wife when you always get the giggles out of her to no end.

"I didn't let you win Caitlyn, you really won there" you point out in a soft voice once you leave her leaning on your hip looking at the targets and the rifle on the ground, an exact copy of yours because that's what your daughter wanted "You'll really be a good shot you know that?"

"Do you think so mom?" questions Caitlyn, small and bright-eyed to the max, expression cheerful and hopeful

"Of course I do honey, and when you grow up I'll make a rifle just for you" you promise with a smile, watching your daughter prance in your arms and you kiss her cheeks lovingly "A rifle just for you, just like you wanted."

Cassandra just smiles, watching the cute scene and how Caitlyn sees you with bright eyes, huge and hopeful, she loved her family even that woman who made her angry, who made her laugh until she cried and break her cold facade, make her heart beat wildly, but she is the woman she loves to see sleeping next to her, she simply loves her and she wouldn't change any of that.

His life is happy.

[lilymaki]

[dykesevika]

Y’all want them to be each other, I want them to fuck each other, we are not the same.

[vicomeds]

Renata Glasc La Ilusion

Collab that I did with League of Legends Brasil a while back! ☺

[sevikasangel]

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐜 + 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ๑⁠˙⁠❥. general nsfw hcs

— contains: f!reader, smut, degrading kink, praising kink, pet play, bondage, mild bdsm, spanking.

— a/n: she is mine

Favorite part of herself and you

Renata adores her toned, muscular body. Years of training and hard work have sculpted her into the woman she is now. She sees her strong build as a reflex of her cunning, sharp mind that has earned her one of the most important seats in the hierarchy of Zaun.

Her favorite part of you would be watching you think and plan, your facial expressions as you focus, is a turn-on for her. It's this intensity that draws her in...Of course, in the same way the curve of your hips does ;).

Most sensitive part of her body

Renata's most sensitive body part is her nipples. Ever since she was young, she's always found them to be very sensitive to touch. Whenever she's aroused, they get hard and painfully crave for attention. It's a small quirk she's kept to herself.

"I see you've got your fingers hovering around my chest... Don't be shy, you know you want to see how my nipples react to your touch. Give them a little pinch, my pet. Don't act all innocent now, I've seen your degenerated gaze..."

first time/how long you waited

The first time with you was a clear demonstration of Renata's dominance. She led you through the encounter, her intense gaze commanding your obedience. She stripped you bare and tied you up, her hands firm yet gentle as she did so.

As she began to devour and taste your body with her mouth, she'd demand you to tell her what you liked most about her. Her voice, the way she commanded, or perhaps the taste of her lips. Renata savored your submission, your submissive eagerness to please her an aphrodisiac in itself.

"You've been a good little toy, haven't you? I can tell you're eager to please. I'm going to reward you, my pet. Just a little taste of what I can do." She'd spit on her fingers, then rub them around your nipples. "Fuck, you're a sight, bound and waiting for me. Do you like the way I control you? You're mine to use however I please, just like a good little slave should be."

As for the waiting, Renata doesn't believe in games. She knew from the moment she saw you, you were the one she wanted. There was no time to waste. The moment she had you alone, she made her move.

top or bottom

Renata is a top through and through. She's always been the one in control, the one leading the charge. In bed, she's just as assertive. Her hunger to dominate, to be the one in command, is unquenchable. She takes pleasure from bending others to her will, from making them submit to her every whim.

favorite positions

Renata's favorite position is doggy style. She loves to see you bent over, completely exposed, vulnerable, and at her mercy. She can grab your hips, pull you back, and drive into complete madness all while maintaining her dominance over you.

From behind, she can also spank your ass, leaving red marks to serve as a reminder of your role. Your moans and whimpers, the way you squirm under her touch, these are the sweetest sounds to her ears.

"Look at you, all bent over and waiting for me. You're mine, and you'll take everything I dish out. You're going to beg for more, aren't you?" She'd smack your ass, hard, her hand leaving a stinging impact. "You love it rough, don't you?

how good is she with her hands

Renata's hands are just as skilled as her mind. Years of training and discipline have honed her abilities, making her touch delicious and intense. Whether it's a gentle caress, a firm grip, or even a sharp slap, her hands know exactly how to evoke a response.

She's adept at using her fingers to tease and taunt, to stroke and stimulate. Her grip, when she takes your wrists or hips, is firm and unyielding. Whether it's pleasuring you, or punishing you, Renata's hands are an instrument of her desire, and she wields them with the precision of a true master.

loud or quiet in bed

Renata is loud in bed. Her voice carries a commanding tone, as she instructs, encourages, or demands from you. Her moans and growls are deep, guttural, and intense.

specific kinks

Renata's kinks are mostly centered around dominance and submission. She loves tying up her partners, taking control of their movements, and forcing them to live within her whims. Humiliation and degradation also turn her on, as she finds pleasure in breaking down her partners' sense of self-worth, only to build it back up under her control.

Spanking and light-mid BDSM play are also within her wheelhouse. The sound of her hand connecting with your flesh, the sight of your skin reddening, and your reactions to her actions all fuel her desires. She's also into roleplay scenarios, particularly loves secretary x boss.

after sex/aftercare

After fucking you senseless, Renata's dominant demeanor softens, and she becomes nurturing and caring. She checks on your well-being, making sure you're not too sore or in discomfort. She'll gently untie you, lifting you in her arms, and leading you to a place where you can both rest.

"You've been a good toy tonight, my pet," she'd purr, stroking your hair. "I am so proud of you. Do you want me to get you some water? Something to eat?"

how to tell she’s horny

When Renata's horny, her eyes darken, and her voice deepens, hinting at the desire simmering within her. She'll subtly touch herself while looking at you, or she might lean in close, her breath hot against your skin, as she shares her fantasies or demands your obedience.

"I think it's time we explore your body a little more, don't you agree?" she'd ask, her voice thick with lust. "I can see you're eager, and I want to see how far you'll go for me."

would she rather spend the night at her place or yours

Her place. This is her territory, her lair, where she's in complete control. At her place, she has all the toys and tools to indulge in her kinks, to explore and fulfill her desires. It's a space where she's comfortable and can truly be herself.

activity to do with her to get her relaxed and in the mood

Renata likes feeling worshipped. A bath or a massage would go a long way in relaxing Renata and getting her in the mood. You can start by drawing her a hot bath, filling it with her favorite scented oils or bubbles. Once she's settled in, you can bring her a glass of her favorite drink.

sexual desire she is too embarrassed about to tell anyone

In her wildest fantasies, she imagines being completely submissive herself, stripped of her power and will. She'd allow herself to be dominated, to be used and pleasured by someone who takes control of her completely. Sometimes, she gets off imagining someone tormenting and using her.

She's terrified of revealing this desire to anyone. It goes against her very nature, and she fears it would undermine her authority and reputation. Still, the thought of succumbing to someone else's will and desires haunts her, leaving her aching and needy.

how experienced is she

Ok, Mrs. Glasc is highly experienced in the bedroom. Her dominance in bed comes from years of practice, honing her skills to perfection. She's well-versed in various kinks, from light bondage to more intense BDSM play. Her understanding of the human body and how to pleasure it is vast, backed by her knowledge of anatomy and her determination to learn more.

favorite places to do the do

Her office has an air of danger and illicitness, as she's breaking her own rules by indulging in such activities there. The thrill of getting caught makes her shiver in excitement.

Her bedroom, on the other hand, is where she feels most comfortable. It's her sanctuary, where she's in complete control, and she has all her toys and tools at hand.

Hotel rooms offer a sense of curiosity and escape. It's a temporary space, away from her usual environment, which allows her to let go even more. The thought of strangers potentially hearing her also adds some thrill to her perverted mind. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, not even gonna lie here.

what non sexual things turn her on

She's turned on by those who show loyalty to her, those who are willing to follow her lead without question. This kind of devotion a dog would show to its master, which fills her with a sense of pride and desire. She thrives in feeling powerful. Renata is also attracted to those who have a strong sense of purpose, a drive to succeed and achieve greatness. She finds it exhilarating to be around people who share her ambitions, and she's drawn to the energy they exude.

how to know she’s close

how much she likes to tease

Renata loves to tease, and she's a master at it. She finds pleasure in making you desperate for her touch, in denying your desires, and then, at the height of your frustration, granting your wishes.

"You're so close to begging, aren't you? You want me to touch you, to take you to the edge. But I'm going to make you wait, my pet. I'll have you squirming, begging for my touch, before I let you have it. I'll tease you until you're mine, completely and utterly."

The way she toys with you, her fingers roaming over your body without ever quite touching where you crave, her lips brushing against yours before pulling back, leaving you aching for more is what drives you mad with desire for her. But don't worry...She likes taking her time.

Her breathing will grow heavier, her chest heaving, and her eyes will glaze over, lost in the pleasure coursing through her body. Her moans will become louder, more urgent, and her grip on you will tighten, her nails digging into your skin. Her hips will start to buck, her movements becoming more erratic and unrestrained.

"Fuck, I'm so close. Don't you dare stop, or I'll fucking punish you. I need this, need to cum all over your fingers/strap!"

[sevsdollette]

Hello :)

i'm sevsdollette. i write silly things when they come to mind.

asks are open, i think? i don't know how it works, but if you want to request a prompt and you are able to, feel free too. I'm a very busy college student so it might be hard to get around to it, but I'm trying to write more here.

i have written about Sevika, Ellie WIlliams, and Renata Glasc, but am totally open to other lesbians if I know the media. your best bet is to request someone else from arcane, tlou, or... (embarrassingly) overwatch lol.

NSFW blog!

go away if you're a minor or a man. this blog supports misandry :)

and, FREE PALESTINE. it has been over a year of genocide and we can't let this keep happening. i am no one to run any kind of fundraiser, but please find a family to donate to. your inaction is your compliance to genocide.

here is my masterlist!! (sorry if it's disorganized or something)

SEVIKA:

sevika teaching you cards

you and sevika at work

at the pool with sevika

taking care of sev pt.1

taking care of sev pt.2

domestic sevika

stripping for sevika

series: not so sweet:

pt.1 relaxing night

pt.2 long night at work

pt.3 gamble of a night

RENATA GLASC:

better than whiskey (ao3 link)

ELLIE WILLIAMS:

new party, new face

helping ellie after a hard day

please stick around! i get so excited when I open tumblr to new notifications. and if we're mutuals and I don't interact with you much, it's because I understand nothing about how to interact with you, not because i'm trying to be a bitch. I'm unaware of internet manners.

if you want to be added to the tag list, reply below!

tag list:@archangeldyke-all, @cacston, @sevsarm, @sevsbaby @maneskinwh0re

[disordercinema]

From what I see building up on Sevika's character arc since season 1 she's most likely becoming the new leader of Zaun by the end of the season. The thing she cares about the most is an united Zaun free from the upside, because of that she:

Worked for Vander because she believed he could free and unite Zaun;

Betrayed him when she thought he no longer aligned with her ideal of a leader;

Joined Silco and followed him loyally because she believed he was the only one who could do it;

Has been feeling lost and looking up to Vander to gain courage to try and unite the people since Silco died.

The thing is that she still lacks that confidence that she can be more than a henchman and she keeps trying to put Jinx on that role of leader despite Jinx not being suited for it. We can see that lack of confidence better on the intro for episode 2 with the song Sucker:

While everyone is fighting for Silco's chair, Sevika has her back turned to it. She speaks to the barons in that episode as if she's still Silco's right-hand-woman, she's still in his shadow. But when she rallies the zaunites in Jinx's name against Noxus, she has Vander as her shadow:

She learnt from both leaders of Zaun and she's finally stepping into the light. Her continuous loss of a left arm is shown as a symbolic departure from the leader she is following (her human arm when Vander "died", the first metal arm just before Silco died and the arm Jinx gave her now, but not because Jinx died but more because Jinx was never suited to be a leader just as the arm was wonky and not suited for Sevika). Her next arm will be probably made by her, for her, to signify her taking agency over her desire to unite Zaun and I won't be surprised that by the last episode she sits on Silco's chair either at the Last Drop or at the Chem Barons table.

Just please don't become Renata Glasc.

[karisrahl]

Viktor & Renata Glasc. Did you know that in the lore of League of Legends, it was Renata who sponsored Viktor's Glorious Evolution?

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

Queer League of Legends Champions (with explanations) - Part II

Check out Part I

Confirmed Pansexuals – Twisted Fate

Twisted Fate was always speculated to be part of the LGBTQ+ community due to his, uh, flamboyancy. The sentiment that he felt something more for Graves was always there, portrayed in their stories through regret, friendship, and loyalty. The Boys and Bombolini color story officially confirmed him as queer, making TFGraves the faces of Pride 2022. This year, he was also seen with the pansexual flag in official pride art, with Riot finally labeling him. It's worth noticing a cute detail (that I doubt was intentional) where his card deck's colors form the colors of his flag!

Confirmed Queers – Ahri, Ekko, Evelynn, Ezreal, Kayn, Nidalee, Renata Glasc, Samira, Taric, Udyr

Ok, this is a long category. Here we have every champion we know for sure is queer, either through external confirmation (Ekko, Ezreal, Kayn, Renata Glasc, Taric), in-game dialogue (Nidalee, Samira, Udyr), or basic lore (Ahri, Evelynn). Let's start with the first group.

Throughout the first half of 2020, Riot released multiple chapters of a Pulsifire color story focused on Ezreal. It explored his relationships with numerous champions of the universe, but especially Ekko. The subtext was strong in this one, and the writer later took to Twitter to talk about how tough it was to have queer stories be censored when working for IPs, not so subtly mentioning Ezreal and Ekko after doing so. Even though Riot might not have agreed with making the Ezko relationship undeniably romantic, their love for one another is still an important part of the story, not to mention that it was the creator's intended vision to begin with. 

Renata Glasc was confirmed as sapphic by one of her creators when sharing concept art of her design. Checking the link to the original post, they seem to have deleted the excerpt that mentions it, but people took screenshots before they edited it, most likely because of Riot. Taric, on the other hand, has been speculated to be queer since forever, although the motives are not that pure. Many people saw this hairless, beautiful man that likes jewels and was like, "Huh, that sounds kinda gay," which was the common dudebro mentality of the fandom at the time of his release that caused a lot of homophobia within the player base (more than usual). They weren't wrong, seeing as Riot did include Taric in official 2023 pride art, but he was not seen wearing or holding any flags. After all, it would make sense that he likes everything—and everyone—beautiful. But either way, both Taric and Renata are non-specified queers.

Shieda Kayn is a weirder case. I thought a lot about whether I should even include him in this category at all. There are many accounts of people affirming one of Kayn's writers pictured him as having fluid sexuality, but since then, wherever it was posted, it's gone now. I do believe it since we can still find Reddit threads on the subject, but the original source is nowhere to be found. I still decided to put him here, but take it with a grain of salt.

Moving on to our next category, we have Nidalee, Samira, and Udyr. Samira flirts more than once with Elegant Edge in Legends of Runeterra, and her attraction for her is not subtle. As far as I'm aware, she's never expressed interest in men, but we can't say for sure whether she's bi, pan, or gay. Nidalee and Udyr have had speculated romantic interests in other champions for a while now. Nidalee with Neeko, Udyr with Lee Sin. Nidalee and Neeko's story was first portrayed as one-sided, with Neeko rejected by her friend, prompting them to part ways. On the other hand, the addition of both champions to Legends of Runeterra explored their relationship once again, with the two reuniting and Nidalee finally realizing she did love Neeko and simply didn't know how to deal with it all those years ago. A love song, Shine On, even accompanied the update, which narrates their story beautifully. They have many romantic voice lines now, both in LoR and League.

With Udyr's rework, people started realizing he digs Lee Sin through voice lines expressing how he misses his "old friend" and that he's "loved twice, left twice" (which applies to his relationship with Lee Sin). Besides, his design includes memorabilia he exchanged with Lee Sin when they parted ways. It is also important to mention he's had a wife before, so he swings both ways. I think the context gives more than enough clues for us to safely say Udyr is queer. 

Ahri and Evelynn are spirits/demons that prey on their victims (regardless of gender) through charm and seduction. Ahri is essentially a succubus, and Evelynn is the Demon of Agony, with desire and lust being important parts of their characters. It is also worth noting that Evelynn is genderfluid/agender, taking the form of anyone (or anything) that might lure her victims. So their lore essentially confirms them as not straight and not cis (on Evelynn's case, at least).

[calchexxis]

With my Lightcannon series, Flashbangs & Frag Grenades, finally finished, I've started a follow-up series detailing the growing pains of the burgeoning Chemical Empire of Zaun.

Chempress Seraphine Glasc, First Of Her Name, has a long road ahead of her and she will have to bear the weight of a multitude of hard decisions as she discovers the true meaning of the phrase:

Heavy Is The Crown

First Of Her Name

Will & Testament

Base Violence

The first three parts in the series are linked above, and this immaculate art is by the flawless @lovewritteninthestrands!

[peachsmoochiee]

i'm so normal about them 🥴 (full view ✨)

[aurelion-solar]

Zaun - Champion Illustration Summoner Icons

[grrnele]

I somehow have a recurring problem of drawing characters with difficult eating/drinking logistics. How is she supposed to enjoy this tea in a mask.

[space-blue]

THE FINAL CHAPTER IS OUT!

FIC COMPLETE AT 42 CHAPTER, 107K WORDS!

(ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ It's overrrrrrrr !!!

This final chapter features Powder, Sevika, Silco, Vi POVs, as well as an epilogue in Viktor POV and the art done for me by the lovely @wishfulsketching Sorry for the long wait (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Much love to my fantastic beta across this monster of a fic, @spicedrobot, and also @skierunner for pitching in.

[tahthetrickster]

i couldnt decide which one was funnier. anyway what dyou guys reckon renata is even up to while the other chem-barons are tearing each others throats out