#jerichoswain

[sazomsz]

[savielart]

Some art of Swain from League of Legends for the contest. But actually, I struggled a lot with the background lol, so I don't have big hopes. xD It still was fun tho! I wish there were more interiors of Noxus houses/castles. • • • •

[azumitaragashi]

[nashatrace]

This is my book cover for the next story I am writing. Seeing so many talented ppl makes me want to give it a try :). My fanfic is on Wattpad and I’m so in love with him

[ladybuvelle]

jerichoswain replied to your post: Swaina or Swona?

In my files, I refer to it as the Crow and the Swan.

// WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN-

[maxwyn]

I think that Swain and LeBlanc are my new obsession ♥

[jdesign-art]

"Rostros que se desvanecen entre las llamas... todo es su culpa" - Swain Swain (versión Zaun) #lolartprompts #lol #leagueoflegends #swain #jerichoswain #noxus #arte #art #fanart #draw #dibujo #drawordie https://www.instagram.com/p/CWr19rbLajT/?utm_medium=tumblr

[banishingtheshadows]

((While watching @jerichoswain‘s stream I said ‘SING MY ANGEL OF MUSIC’ in chat and now I want a Lux/Swain Phantom of the Opera AU

can i help it if i really love this musical it might actually be my all time fave if i bothered to think about rating musicals against each other))

[bloodforvlad]

@jerichoswain made a donation

He blinks in disbelief, at first, that the Grand General would so willingly hurt himself, would open a vein. Vladimir takes the barest minimum, swallowing hard as he expends his energy to close that wound, worried it might not be enough to fight the power concealed in the man before him. But blood is blood and wounds are wounds, and he heals Swain.

Then his claws curl, ushering the few precious drops of blood from Swain’s arm towards him, before he starts to weave them in the air between them. His eyes gleam and glow, his focus tempered by his fear and his desperate need to impress. How much can one do with so little?

Vladimir is well-practiced in that regard.

The droplets form two pearls, stretching, elongating. Vladimir’s hands flex and weave, his brow furrowing as he focuses. Both elongated shapes are bisected by blood he allows to congeal, to darken, to scab without scabbing. Longer, thinner, and they spin, slowly, showing how thin and delicate the creations are becoming. He cuts, he shapes, he stretches, then he bites his tongue and focuses intent enough that beads of sweat form on his brow. Liquid blood hardens, locking into shape. Crystalising.

The gleam fades from his eyes as he watches the two near-identical feathers float down and rest in the palm of one outstretched hand. He looks them over, almost anxious to look for flaws, for anything that might reflect poorly. But it seems these trinkets are just as he intended them to be: worthy presents for the Grand General.

He closes his hand, presenting the crystal feathers between the flesh of his index finger and thumb, holding them up so that the Grand General can see the detail, the play of colour, and the way the bloodstone has been crafted so fine that it might as well be stained glass.

Source: artist Michael Dupille [x]

[sazomsz]

My bird man chilling on beach!!

[sxlemnity]

A Surprise Invitation

This day started out as normal. It started with her waking up, slowly sitting up and stretching to work out the stiffness in her muscles and joints that came with sleeping on something so unforgiving as the ground. Even being used to such a thing, she felt the familiar dull soreness- protests from her body that demanded she stop this lifestyle. But she dared not think she had much of a chance to do so in the future.

Ignoring that, she fetched her bag and carefully looked inside. The day before, she’d had the money to buy some fruit in the marketplace. She didn’t feel ill, so that meant that she could probably eat an apple and not regret it later that morning. It was during this time that she saw a raven alight upon the ground in front of her. Beady black eyes stared at her, and she found herself a bit sad that she had nothing like bread to share with the bird. Ravens were one of the most intelligent bird species; She knew this from books she had gotten to read in times past. Why would a bird land so near a human if it weren’t looking for something? She didn’t know if it’d be wise to feed it fruit.

“If you’re looking for food, I’m not sure if this apple would be safe for you. Do ravens eat fruit?”

Elaine found herself answered by a harsh call and a ruffle of feathers, along with a hop toward her. It was then that she saw the scroll it carried. Was that... for her? Her brow furrowed. Carefully, she reached forward, waiting for the bird to fly away. Instead, she found herself able to retrieve the parchment. It was an invitation, and to a banquet no less.

A banquet in Noxus for those magically inclined.

“How...?” When she looked up, the bird was gone. How had someone in Noxus known about her magic? Surely they wouldn’t know from Demacia.

The invitation promised immunity. She would be safe if she decided to go, and really, it was such a chance that she couldn’t turn it down. But what would come of such a thing?

——

Luckily, Noxus hadn’t been too far from where she had been traveling. She was able to make it to this banquet in a timely manner, and so she arrived in the infamous city. The small woman stuck out like a sore thumb here, and though many in her place may find their surroundings intimidating, she only felt curiosity.

Following the directions she had been provided with, Elaine made her way to a large manor. She knocked on the door, then waited, unsure of what may happen next. Excited as she was, she knew there may be dangerous individuals here. She’d have to remain cautious around people here. Especially if there were any Demacians that might know her.

@jerichoswain

[azumitaragashi]

[noxian-rose]

jerichoswain

  noxianhand  i can’t believe my...

// Listen I’m on the boat and it set sail like five years ago and I can STILL barely even keep up with one blog let alone my other non-internet life responsibilities so I shall weep with you my friends, for the never-ending flood of creative ideas that none of us can keep up with

gosh i run two other blogs and i can barely keep up with them as is . and leblanc sucks up a lot of my attention so here we are with longing for bird man but can’t do anything because whATs tiMe ? BIG MOOD RN TBH . 

[jerichoswain]

"Sona."

He speaks her name like a caress, his dark voice warm as velvet. It settles around her like a slow summer’s dusk.

"It is a distinct pleasure to see you again."

As the quartet begins another piece, sweet music swells in the air, and he meets her eyes. His stare is piercing, scarlet red; flashing with the faintest glint of mischief. Then he extends one formidable, black-gloved hand, holding it between them.

Long fingers unfurl in a silent request.

"I am nothing if not ambitious," he says, his voice friendly, familiar. The corners of his eyes crinkle with humor as he smiles, his lips hidden beneath the folds of his scarf.

"And so, if I may be so bold," he continues, holding her gaze, looking down at her through dark lashes, "May I have this dance?"

@ladybuvelle

[silly-storm-chaser]

jerichoswain replied to your post “//Right…I haven’t taken this decision lightly….but I am making some...”

// I hope everything goes well <3 Sending you good energy.

//Bless you!  Q_Q  Thank you!!

[jdesign-art]

"Te atreves a oponerte a Noxus (y a Zaun)" Swain versión de Zaun #lolartprompts #leagueoflegends #lol #arcane #swain #jerichoswain #noxus #zaun #arte #art #draw #dibujo #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/CWZ38ylrQDX/?utm_medium=tumblr