#swain the grand general

[lichdandy]

Old Swain stuff for a pinup Zine

[porekagall]

daddy

[mercless]

rather than fears i see them having , i'm just curious in general how they'd rank the following in base , modern , and high noon : large dogs , bodies of water ( can't see the bottom ) , bodies of water ( can see the bottom ) , heights , death , public speaking

large dogs: 4/10 "Most dangerous in a pack and without verticality nearby."

bodies of water (can't see the bottom): 10/10 "No."

bodies of water (can see the bottom): 8/10 "Water is deceiving."

heights: 4/10 "Only need to worry if you don't know how to get down."

death: 10/10 "..."

public speaking: 5/10 "No one would listen to me."

large dogs: 6/10 "Most are 'all bark' but I'm not looking to get mauled."

bodies of water: (can't see the bottom) 8/10 "Dangerous."

bodies of water: (can see the bottom) 5/10 "I don't swim."

heights: 5/10 "Just don't make mistakes when you're high up."

death: 9/10 "Life's shit but it's the only one I got."

public speaking: 7/10 "Fuck that."

large dogs: 2/10 "Don't matter the size, they know to fear somethin' that'll hunt 'em."

bodies of water (can't see the bottom): 6/10 "Ain't plannin' on a dip anytime soon. Not like one will appear in the middle of the dessert one day."

bodies of water (can see the bottom): 4/10 "Good for drinkin' or drownin'."

heights: 3/10 "Some mighty fine ravines to get lost in out there."

death: 8/10 "Do you know what's after death for demons?"

public speaking: 6/10 "Ain't looking to be a town crier anytime soon."

fear rating

[thescreaminghat]

goobers

[talesofmetalandmagic]

The Dishonored Heir and her Golden Guards (wip)

After the events at the end of Arcane, Mel Medarda decides to take matters into her own hands and form a task-force of warriors who will defend the weak and helpless in the war to come.

Armed with her inscrutable gold magic, her personalized blimp and a good-luck charm from Targon – a gift from uncle Jae when she was still comatose – to protect her, she will put herself in line for what she believes in.

The first two she comes across are an ex-soldier of Shuriman-Ixtali heritage, forced to fight as a prisoner gladiator after rebuking the same violence Mel herself has always loathed and a rebellious Minotaur seeking to reclaim his lost honor. 

Now her blimp is riding into uncharted territory, where she’ll meet her first overseer.

A young Ionian girl with impeccable skills, who’s said to be the only one to strike fear into her greatest adversary: Grand General Swain.

[impostores0o]

Noxus pt1:

Swain, the Noxian Grand General League of legends/Riot gamesAll credits to: • Victor Maury •, Vlad BăcescuSwain Production Art

´´I tried to scream then, to confess it all. To somehow beg for forgiveness. But there is nothing now, save for the soft murmur of whispers. I spill my secrets, this tale, into your ears. Fading like the rustling of wings, as the raven cries its carrion caw..." Raum The Demon of Secrets

Credits to: Larry "The Bravo" Ray Swain development

"I have learned enough to detest all men. Only nations may be revered." — Swain

League of legends/Riot games Swain development Swain promo art

"A power beyond mortal understanding gave me the vision to see what most cannot. I peer through the darkness others fear." The Noxian Grand General

Legends of Runeterra Set 2 - Rising Tides Swain character All credits to: SIXMOREVODKA STUDIO Fanart from: @ovsosito

"If they already call me a villain, what will they call me when I succeed?" The Grand General Swain

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Swain NSFW

the ungodly things i want this man to do to me

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): He is a busy man, so he doesn't linger in bed for too long, but he is a gentleman so he makes sure you are okay before he can step away and return to his duties, might order someone to guard you through the day until you get home or something. //Or send his crows

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Swain doesn't have a favourite part on himself, not from a lack of confidence, nor from being too proud of himself, he just doesn't think of it. On his partner he has a fascination with the neck ,he'll bend you over his desk and scruff you like a kitten to feel your pulse accelerate ,or watch you throw your head back in ecstasy thinking how easy it would be to simply close his fist around your throat, press down and snap your neck, he won't do it, but the trust you put on him is so exciting. He'll also buy you necklaces specifically so he can put them on you. //Collars too

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): He doesn't enjoy cleaning the mess, but oh does he love having you clean it up. Plays a quite cruel game of cumming inside and sending you off with the order of having none of it leak out until he calls on you again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): He hates admitting what a distraction you have become to him, how his mind slips to you when he is alone in his office, images of you beneath his desk flashing behind his eyes. He would not dare actually risk it, but he has definitely thought of you pleasing him beneath the desk while a meeting is happening or something. He would like to think he wouldn't care even if you two were caught, he is the most powerful man in Noxus , no one would dare say anything, but in practice he knows its far too risky.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): He has a decent amount of experience from his younger years before becoming Grand General. After that he had to limit himself a lot, Noxus and his duties come first.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): If its in his office something like the CEO , with his hand pressing down on the back of your neck the other hand firm on your hip. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): He is very serious and intense, if you laugh or giggle at him, he'll take it as a chance to discipline you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He trims as much as its necessary to not be entirely unruly, its all about being presentable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): Whenever he returns from the front lines ,or if he has been especially busy with Noxian affairs, he sends a dark red bouquet of roses with a letter inviting you to his office. There, he will have prepared some good wine and a small gift for you - something you can wear ,maybe something for the night ,wink wink nudge nudge- , he won't straight up apologise for being so busy, he doesn't feel like he has to, but at least he can understand needing to make the moments you are together special.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): He is not a hormonal teen anymore, he can control his urges, and especially if he has a partner, he is a patient man, he can wait until he sees them again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): BDSM, Choking, Cockwarming, Impact Play (spanking ,slapping), Boot worship etc.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): His personal matters stay behind closed and locked doors, but every now and then he won't mind letting them slip to his office, if he knows no one will come seeking for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): Obedience, this man thrives off of power, a simple "yes sir"  can make his blood boil. And on the other front ,disobedience //slightly less, but it does the trick if you frustrate him enough, he’ll take it as a challenge, if you are going to be a brat he'll make sure to act accordingly.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Sex in any public space, being in such an important position makes him a big target ,he won't endanger his partner or give anyone fuel to manipulate him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): There is nothing prettier than his partner on their knees, arms behind their back, his booted foot between their thighs as their only source of friction, their lips wrapped around his cock, 'Stunning' he'll purr in his deep voice while wiping away the tears with a gloved hand as they struggle to take him down their throat.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Depends, what goal does he have in mind? Is his goal to simply show you how much he missed you after a long time away, or is it to punish you for being a nuisance.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): Not a fan, finds them, distasteful, and something immature people do out of desperation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): Not really a risk taker, he likes to plan things, he plans when he'll see you, what he'll have prepared (food ,gift etc) and then have several ideas about how the night will go depending on how you act. He'll make it feel as if you have initiated it, but it's definitely his doing. Oh, really did the gorgeous diamond collar he got you ,match the similarly golden plug he got you several months back, and now you are curious to try it out? Hmmm, what a coincidence, who is he to say no to his darling.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): He might not be young anymore, but he knows how to pace himself for the best outcome for both himself and his partner. //You can’t convince me the demon powers don’t come with some extra stamina as well

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): Absolutely a fan, collars and ropes and leashes and plugs and whips and paddles. They are all carefully selected gifts by him, customised and handcrafted.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): He is a cruel man, he can have his partner on the edge for hours either as punishment or simply forcing them to 'gain their reward'. He'll pull them right to the edge only to pull away entirely or deliver some sort of painful strike.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): He is quiet, unnervingly so, his gaze intense, watching his partner carefully get more and more frantic in their attempt to please him, only to finally let go towards the end, close his eyes and grunt in pleasure as he holds you down on him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): I know this man has a pet play kink, i know it in my heart, if he could leash you up and walk you on your knees around Noxus, he would.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): Definitely a grower ,on the longer side and he knows exactly how to use it.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): He is no longer the young man we was once, so his mind doesn't run as wild as it used to and he often has so much to focus on that those sort of needs take a backseat, but he does have his moments where frustration and pent up anger get the best of him ,and where better to vent those feelings out ,than on his willing partner.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): It takes him a while to get fully comfortable and relax ,so he usually falls asleep after his partner is out first, he'll stall with work or his nightly routine until he is sure you are asleep.

[collidescopeeyes]

Idk if anyone has already maybe can you make an angst for pyke and swain, Where they rejected femreader's feeling towards them, maybe bcus of age gap or they find her annoying or maybe they like her too but they thiught theyre not enough

Rejected confession for your own good: Swain and Pyke

Swain thought something like this might happen. He's excellent at reading people, and you haven't exactly been subtle. Still, it somehow manages to take him off guard, and a part of him wants to say yes, of course, I'd love to–but there are a great many number of his personal wants he's ignored for the good of Noxus, and this is just one of many. He is, after all, Grand General of Noxus, not to mention a fifty year old man with a demon living inside him that with every passing day strives to destroy him and everything he had built. You, though–you're young and sweet, and you have a bright future ahead of you that's better off untainted by the brutal and bloody reality of his life. He has no doubt that if he showed so much as an inkling of favor to you, his enemies would take note. The Black Rose, enemies of Noxus, the noble houses within that still vied for power, even himself should Raum ever find a way to bend him to his will. A dozen possibilities dance through his mind, poison slipped into your drink or your throat ripped out by Raum’s sharp claws or a note ransoming you against his country, asking exactly how much you're worth to him–

Outwardly, he seems perfectly calm, even while his mind ties itself in knots. Your hopeful smile threatens to break his resolve, but he's done much worse than break a heart for the good of Noxus. Still, he should let you down easy--you deserved that much. His voice comes out perfectly even when he says, “You're a wonderful young woman, but I'm afraid I don't feel the same.” He's much too good at reading people not to see how your face falls, before you cover it with a resigned smile and hastily excuse yourself. After the door clicks shut behind you, he scrubs his good hand over his face and allows himself to take three steadying breaths. Then, he returns to work. Noxus needs him. You're not the first, and not the last thing he'll give up for that.

–

Pyke absolutely did not see this coming. He's a fucking mess, who in their right mind would want him? He's dead. He's crazy. He's got a face like a lions scratching post and the temperament of a bull shark. He's a killer and one day death isn't gonna spit him back out again. What kind of life is that for anyone? Especially for you? You, the one good thing about this rat pit of a town, the one person who makes the seething mess in his head go quiet. You, who deserve so much better than a broken man with a short and bloody future ahead of him. Who deserves better than him. The voices rise, cascading over his senses like a tide rolling in. You're a killer, they remind him, and you will never be done. You belong to the Deep. You belong knife-deep in the ones who wronged you. There's nothing for you but that. Don't you remember how it hurt? The teeth, the saltwater in your lungs? Don't you want them to feel it too–

You're still waiting for an answer, he realizes belatedly. The voices swim in his ears, and his answer is clear. “No.” Your smile falters, and he almost reaches out to you before he catches himself. Fuck–he’s never turned down anyone whose feelings he gave a shit about before. He's bad with words, and worse with being gentle–another reason you're better off with someone else. “I mean–” his voice falters, struggling to put words to the tangled pit of feelings churning in his chest.

“That's okay,” you say, because you've always been far, far kinder than he's ever deserved. “You don't need to explain.”

He lets out a deep breath. “‘s better this way, trust me,” he grunts. The voices rise again, and he just knows if he stays here he's going to do something stupid, so he turns and dives off the dock without another word. He lets himself turn to sea-spray, let's the Deep take him down into it's crushing depths, as if he can outrun the memory of that sad smile on your face. Maybe it will–its not the first time the Deep has fucked with his memories, the least they could do is take this one.

It's for the best, he tells himself as he unfurls his list. He almost even believes himself.

[questionablecuttlefish]

Lightcannon Week: Day Two ~ MURDER! ~ Detective Jinx in: the Case of the Royal Headache

...I'm SLIGHTLY late, but here we are!

“Murder!”

The vivid pink eye of Jinx, the Loose Cannon, the most dreaded criminal in Piltover and Zaun, flicked hither and thither, reflected to gigantic size through the lens of the magnifying glass.

“Murder,” she declared, “Moist fowl!”

Thunder crackled outside, as if to punctuate her words.

Caitlyn Kiramman pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingertips.

“…most foul,” she muttered, “It’s most foul…”

“…dunno,” Jinx stage-whispered behind her hand, leaning in to Caitlyn's left, “His face does kinda look like wet chicken to me…”

Jarvan the Fourth, recently crowned King of Demacia, lay dead on the parlour floor, a fire poker pushed inconveniently through his brain.

Huddled around the body, eyes filled with trepidation, horror, grief, or morbid curiosity, eight figures held their fitful silence.

Eight luminaries of the nations of Runeterra, invited to Ferros Manor on the outskirts of Piltover for a secretive political summit; Jarvan the fourth, his bodyguard Shyvana, the ostensible host, Camille Ferros, Grand General Jericho Swain, his bodyguard Katarina DuCouteau, Luxanna Crownguard, Cecil B. Heimerdinger, and Caitlyn Kiramman herself.

One remote, stormed-in mansion; one cut-off road. Now seven trapped luminaries…

…one infamous criminal, caught red-handed trying to make off with the Ferros jewels…

And one dead King whose cooling royal blood was making a real mess of a fine Shuriman rug.

Caitlyn released her held breath as quietly as she could.

It was going to be a long, long night.

[mollysunder]

How the Medardas Ran Afoul of Noxus (Probably)

The more I think about the Medarda Family, the more I realize how obviously they were all going to end up on Swain's shitlist. One of the more relevant things to know about Noxus next season is that Swain's coup will not just depose the current emperor, but he's also going to purge a number of old Noxian noble family. Swain will get rid of not just those who betrayed him, but those he considers a detriment to the empire. These are supposed to be families that enjoy unearned positions or, in general, betray Noxus and its ideals.

First, we have Kino. The most defining aspect that we know about Kino is that he believes that "war is a failure of statecraft". War IS Noxus's state craft! It's the reason the empire exists, it's the mechanism to how it's meritocracy functions. Where anyone can advance in society, nobleman or former slave, everyone is supposed to start at the bottom on the battlefield and work up. I'm curious how Kino could have navigated Noxian society and all its veterans with that kind of attitude. Obviously, he wielded a good deal of political influence to a cross a man more powerful than Ambessa, but did he have to go on the battlefield for it? Even if he did, these kinds of comments would only inspire suspicion in him and to his allegiance to Noxus.

Then there's Mel, obviously she was exiled, but in the eyes of many she's still under the Medarda family. Like Kino, Mel abhors the brutality of war, which is why she's comfortable building a future for a place dedicated to establishing a focus on "progress" and "peace" like Piltover. But there's another aspect of Mel that doesn't align with Noxus that isn't as highlighted. Mel thinks of power in terms of crowns.

In Mel's flashback, when she shares her idea of who could replace the recently deposed regime, she calls the figure a "queen". When Ambessa offers her the opportunity to rule, Mel says, "You'd give me a throne". That's not how any of that is supposed to work in Noxus.

One of the most interesting aspects of Noxus is that they explicitly do not subscribe to the rule of kings. Under Noxian principles, their rule is unearned because they inherit their titles and impose a system where every citizen remains stationary despite their ability and skill. This isn't to say Noxus doesn't have high ranking nobility, they even technically had an emperor. But they're all supposed to earn their place through service to the empire. All captured territories are supposed to belong to the EMPIRE, not be one noble family's personal fiefdom. If any high-ranking officer of Noxus is assigned a territory, they're called a steward, and someone from the previous regime who swears loyalty to Noxus are designated governor. No one is supposed to be called king or queen to avoid any association with the divine right of kings and the way it stagnates the people. Even the emperor is actually titled the Grand General because he's (in concept) supposed to extend Noxus's border and build its strength first and foremost.

But here's Mel, who as smart as she is, should know better than to play with the idea of queens and crowns for others and herself. And it's not like she ever really let that go. In Piltover, she managed to find a space where she can hold court with all the self-titled "Great" houses. A place where the interests of the state and the interests of Mel's inner circle are essentially interchangeable. Just like the monarchies Noxus criticizes, Piltover offers no upward mobility and expects its citizens to respect their inherited titles.

You could argue that Mel does still integrate some upward mobility into her court by uplifting House Talis. It's technically true. It's mostly inoffensive to move an upper-middle class, factory owning family to the highest echelon of society under her own patronage. But to people like Swain, he'd probably see someone moving a key ally closer to power for their convenience while creating clear access to a source of possibly unlimited power in Hextech. All the while, you're about to have this woman's family executed for treason, and this surviving member would truly not understand how they failed Noxus.

Finally, there's Ambessa. You would think Ambessa would only be guilty by association since she very much seems to epitomize the ideal Noxian warlord. Ambessa's well versed in battle and the politics of Noxus. She uses her strength and cunning to expand Noxus's borders.

The common theme for both Kino and Mel's stories is that when it really mattered Ambessa didn't correct their behavior. Despite how often Ambessa hammered the cruelty of the world, she never corrected the way Mel saw and talked about power. More precisely, she didn't tell Mel that playing royalty gets you at best disparaged by their army and, worse, killed for it.

When it comes to Kino, I imagine that while Ambessa may not have been fully abreast of everything he was doing, she likely had general knowledge of it. Ambessa didn't stop Kino's scheming, and if it's true that he was a part of the Black Rose, a secret society of nobles in Noxus that work to spread their influence in Noxus and beyond for power, and she knew about it, that's a death sentence. For Swain, it's not about crossing him, it's about threatening the empire, if one person or a group of people put themselves above it for their own gain, they're the worst traitors.

And that's Ambessa's true failure to Noxus. She puts her family first. No matter how little her children could fit the mold for Noxus, Ambessa does what she can consider her best at "protecting" them. For Mel, it was sending her away because she couldn't handle Noxus's violence. We still have yet to find out how much she knew about what Kino was doing, but it was interesting that Ambessa focused on the fact Kino "crossed the wrong man" instead of what he was doing to cross him in the first place. It's what makes Ambessa an interesting opposite to Swain, a man who values the survival of Noxus so greatly that he would condemn his parents and family to death for betraying it.

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

✦–Swain SFW Alphabet: S+W+A+I+N.✦ SFW

✦This one was requested by someone, though I can’t reply to it, so. It’s just like this.

✧ prompt: ✧ you can find the Alphabet template I use here.

✧ champions: ✧ Swain, the Noxian Grand General.

✧ reader: ✧ female.

✧ author’s note: ✧ finally doing my requests lmao. I kinda drifted away with this one, sorry if this is not what you imagined. Ignore any mistakes as always.

masterlist

1. S: Security – how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

Swain trusts you like he could never anyone else. He is a ruler and a leader - he knows that trust can be a powerful weapon. But he doesn’t hesitate from freeing you from any of his possible suspicons, therefore he knows that you are a capable and independent person, no matter if you are an ominous general like him or a simple solider. Swain is aware of your competence, so he’s hever needed to be overprotective. It is swept away if your life is in danger, though - Swain becomes more cautious, always on the alert, insisting on accompanying you all the time and ordering a cohort of guards to follow and protect. Death threats are a serious cross of any boundaries, no wonder since he is a politician, even if you claim that you can handle yourself, which he is surely aware of, just prefers to reassure his inner self that you are, indeed, secure.

But Swain appreciates you being protective over him. He is used to being surrounded by cumbersome Noxians, always demending and jeering, so proud of themselves and their thirst of blood, truly woeful. It entails seldom of Swian’s days to stay undisturbed and calm. He can rarely know peace, so your exuberant yet mellow asks like ”How was your day?” or ”Did this annoying general did something stupid again?” brights his day.

2. W: Whole – would they feel incomplete without you?

Losing you would be like losing his other hand. You are not only Swain’s lover, but also his left hand - even if you are not involved with the noxian politics, whenever he returns home he always makes sure to ask you about your opinion or statement on a case recently inquired on a meeting he attended to - he values your word more than any of the other politicians’. And he would never forget to amuse you with anecdotes brought from the rumors about the entertaining life of exalted nobles, servicemen and rulers.

In addition, I can see Swain easly becoming paranoic after losing his partner. He would be cautious about any possible attempts on assasination of his own life. But it’s pretty logical.

3. A: Affection – how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

By the way Swain shows you how does he adore you, everyone in the sight is aware that you are his lover. When you enter the room he occupies, he greets you generously with an affectionate ”Good morning, did the woman of my life spent the night well?”. He is a true gentleman and acts like one around you - he would be even offended if you didn’t let him open a door before you, or help you into a chair. These good manners are his way to show you his affection, devotion and love itself. Truly a man of service.

After all, he is a man of the old manners, therefore he has no complains against physical affection. He always offers a geniue and reassuring hand on your back, of course his right hand, since he wouldn’t dare to profane your person with the demonic powers he once delt with.

Moreover, he always places you in his moral hierarchy higher than his work, even if being a general requiers concentration and possible sacrifices. Which comes with a simple statement: in the face of political disputes, you would be the one he is loyal to, even if it means losing his ideals.

Eventually I would call him an expansive person, that shows his love directly and genuinely by his actions and the whole mindset.

4. I: I love you – how fast do they say the L-word? how often do they say it? how do they show their love?

It didn’t take long for the Grand General to confess his honest feelings. He is an adult therefore he doesn’t hide his intentions - the little kisses he has been placing on your hand, sensual and almost obscene in the public, were talking for themselves.

While in his company, you would clearly see that he treated you differently than the others. Privileged, even if you asked him not to act so. But he pursued, and he achieved the goal he had been seeking for - your attention, which probably lead forward to the relationship. It wasn’t long after when he confessed with a adoring look in his eyes and a gentleman-like kneel with a hand on your own one.

5. N: Night – how are the nights spent with them?

He returns home late, as his duties keep him engaged unmercifully all the day. But the nights themself are calm and silent, as he tends to come back exhausted. Though the glimpse of you he catches throught the window, your posture awaiting him longingly in the night, is all he could wish for to smile again. Swain finds your hugs that you bestow him with as a greeting every night to show him your affection, truly sweet. No one would probably expect the Grand General to seek attention of his beloved one so desperately, but he indeed enjoys falling aseep while having you in his embrace.

Bonus thought: I think it would be super adorable if his partner helped him with some kind of hair care at night, after he came back from work? I mean, just imagine the Grand General of Noxus being helped, with pleasure from both sides, with keeping his long hair silk-like, I find it extremely cute. But maybe it’s just me.

[thescreaminghat]

thinking about how swain and draven share qualities that explain why (at least to me) swain favours draven of all people to the extent that he does. like sure he's darius's brother and i guess he's also the face of noxian entertainment but what is stopping swain from crushing the life out of Some Guy who is annoying as all fuck most of the time and also doesn't even use magic (i.e. isn't really a threat compared to other players in the noxian faction). i think it's because swain understands that in some ways, they are both frauds, and rewarding draven is in some ways accepting his own position for what it is. here's this formerly disgraced (egomaniacal) public executioner playing showrunner and while he does have the skills to back up his claims, a lot of what makes draven feel like "draven" is not necessarily the actual display of skill, but the display of the grandeur around the act, the larger than life, loudmouthed personality that sets him apart from any other noxian hired as a contract killer, the constructed front of a self-made celebrity that is meant to entice and appeal to an audience vicariously seeking the thrill of spectacle. and on the other side of the same coin, here's this formerly disgraced (psychotic) nobleman playing grand general and while he does have the skills to back up his claims, a lot of what makes swain feel like "swain" is not necessarily the actual display of skill, but the display of the power around the act, the cunning and mysterious personality that is meant to instill an unshakeable fear in those around him and set him apart from his predecessors, the constructed front of a leader that is meant to entice and appeal to a citizenry seeking the crumbs of slightly better treatment. they are both performers who understand their roles well and rely heavily on their personas to obtain what they want, which is perhaps more fitting in the political landscape of noxus (e.g. ambessa's "be the fox and the wolf" lecture in arcane, leblanc as a literal manifestation of the illusions and deception at play behind the scenes) than the "traditional" concepts of self-identification with empire (e.g. loyalty, strength, etc.) as embodied by darius. and it would just be interesting to have swain, in an uncomfortable moment of self-awareness, realize that he and draven are not too different in their methods of self-preservation, and that if he is to crush draven in a fit of rage then is he really any better than a fraud who fears his own lies. idk to me they are just two guys who shared a period of existential crisis in their lives and are now besties.

[loveandlegacy]

deep in my heart i believe that ambessa hates swain so much like even before he (presumably) murders kino she hates him because his whole approach to power is basically that one varys monologue and her whole approach to power is might makes right and those are like fundamentally completely incompatible worldviews and only one of them gets to be the grand general of noxus liquidating all the other patrician houses ykwim

[valyrra]

characters on which I obsessed over throughout my life (which I can remember rn/random list), kinda wip

Vittorio Scaletta, Lincoln Clay, Alex Mercer, Akande Ogundimu, Siebren De Kuiper, Junker Queen, Gabriel Reyes, Rammatra, Moira O'Deorain, Micah Bell, Dutch Van Der Linde, Vaas Montenegro, Alucard (Hellsing), Garrus Vakarian, Thane Krios, Liam Kosta, Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor/AC:3), Edward Kenway (AC:BF), Illidan Stormrage, Khadgar, Vol'Jin, Garrosh Hellscream, Nathanos Blightcaller, Lich King (Arthas Menethil), Alcina Dimitrescu, Caleb Quinn (Deathslinger), Carmina Mora (The Artist), Albert Wesker, Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen), Homelander, Billy Butcher, Trevor Philips, Johnny Silverhand, River Ward, Solomon Reed, Jackie Welles, Adam Smasher, TF2 Scout, Grand Regent Thragg, Omni-Man, Bi-Han, General Shao, Kano, Sareena, Lord Raiden, Kung Lao, Geras, Sindel, Havik, Quan Chi, Liu Kang (tbh the whole mk rooster), Benny Gecko, John Hancock, The Ghoul, Nick Valentine, Alan Wake/Mr Scratch, Kylo Ren, Gendo Ikari, Vincent Fabron (Chamber), KAY/O, Varun Batra (Harbor), Tala Nicole Dimaapi Valdez (Neon), Erik Torsten (Breach) (Valorant), Fuse, Octane, Revenant (APEX), Jhin, Draven, Swain (before rework tf), Victor (LoL), Troll Warlord, Invoker, Anti-Mage (Dota2), Vergil, Nico, V (DMC), Halsin, Wyll Ravengard, Minthara, The Emperor (BG3), Draco Malfoy, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Natsai Onai, Miguel O'Hara, Saitama, Ryan Lucan (LiS: True Colors), Anders, Zevran, Dorian (DA), Azog the Defiler, Ichiban Kasuga, Zhao Tianyou, Kratos (GoW), Frank Woods, Ghost (CoD), Negan, Anakin Skywalker, Captain Rex, Aemond Targaryen (HOTD), John 117 (Halo), Lash (DL

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Feather-light kisses on their knuckles + Kisses on the back of their hand

✧ ━━ 𝟏𝟎𝟐 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

The day had finally come for Vladimir to pay his promised dowry; he had vowed Robin the world, and this small step was just the start. It had been a swift and ruthless maneuver, a calculated dismantling of alliances that left the remnants of House Swain shattered and vulnerable. Drawing Raum's ever watchful eyes away left an opening to slip through and after that it was easy enough to paint the walls red with those lingering behind. The Trifarix Council of the Immortal Bastian now stood before him, its grand table looming empty and bare within the ghostly hall. Robin slowly approached one of the towering windows and ran his fingertips across the cold stone, all of it felt hazy ━ ; the pleasure almost too much to bear, the euphoria of it all was too good to be true. But … it was.

His verdent eyes peered outside, finally noticing the grisly spectacle that lay sprawled. before him; the former members of House Swain dangled lifelessly from the fortification’s walls: a warning of what was to come if any of House Swain's allies came to fulfill their oath. A soft smile graced his lips. Now the only thing left to do was to introduce Jericho to his red radiant destiny, and send his severed head in a box to Ionia.

But for now, he was content with merely gazing upon his resplendent future. The scorching sun dipped low on the horizon line, casting a warm golden hue over the Immortal Bastian to illuminate the towering spires and bustling streets below. Oh how far he had come. He had been but a mere Zaunite rat, scuttling through the shadows and chewing on filth in a desperate bid for survival, Robin now stood at the precipice of a life he had only dared to dream of. He had been cloaked in the suffocating embrace of fear and worry, but no more. He had nothing to fear alongside his beloved fiancé. After all, every leader needed a right hand and advisor … who better suited than Robin? The weight of destiny settled comfortably on his shoulders as he envisioned it all — a long life, a better life, finally within his reach.

He need only choke it from the swine whinging in the dungeons.

Beneath him, the city thrummed; merchants hawking their wares, laughter spilling from nearby taverns, and the distant clang of metal as the city’s guards went about their duties. Whether its inhabitants were blissfully unaware of the shifting tides of power, or just didn't care Robin couldn't quite tell. The Noxians were far too fickle a people, their allegiances driven solely by the allure of strength over loyalty, had never held true allegiance to the Grand General. It was a pity, certaintly. Swain, with all his cunning, would become just another name in a long list of fallen leaders whose corpses would soon be tossed aside as the week drew to a close. His kin would be soon to follow should they bother to show their faces.

Swift he was to turn his attention behind him at the sound of a familiar click! a noise that sent a thrill of anticipation running through him alongside his quickening heart. As he shifted, his breath caught in his throat and a smile broke over his features. There, framed by the tall, arched doorway of the council room, stood his beloved, Vladimir Vol Kalah Heigaari. He was always such a striking figure to Robin, and now he strode in with an air of regal confidence that only made the magnus' eyes twinkle. Conquest and Death looked good on his love, evident by who ━ or now what ━ was flanking him; the moaning, groaning, unsettling remnants of the Trifarian Legion. Their magnificent forms now transformed into grotesque shadows of their former selves. Their sockets glowed sickly red, shimmering with a malevolent light that betrayed the bravery they once embodied. At one time noble warriors, now reduced to mere drooling thralls, shuffling in mindless subservience at the prince's side.

Yet amidst the horror, Robin's gaze was drawn irresistibly back to his Count, who, upon stepping into the vibrant light that streamed through the high windows, transformed into a vision of glory. Golden rays of sunlight transforming his pale hair into an ethereal inferno, fiery strands cascading like liquid gold around his adoring features. Pale brows softened as he fully shifted to greet his fiancé, but words caught in his throat once the Camavoran prince knelt before him as though he were some sort of God. He could scarcely breathe as Vladimir's delicate fingers brushed against his palm! With tender reverence, his beloved lifted his left hand in his claws, their fingers entwining, and in that touch, Robin felt the world around them fade away.

Every nervous flutter in his chest felt magnified, a hitch in his breath, as he felt the warm brush of Vlad's lips teasingly glide across his cool knuckles. With a gentle lift of his chin, Robin allowed a pleased hum to break free, and his heart began to race like a wild drum banging in his chest. Finally Vlad’s lips pressed firmly against the back of his hand, and the younger's poor heart went soaring. The mage could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, a rosy flush that betrayed his calm demeanor with abandon, and his heart raced, nearly escaping as he noticed the corners of Vladimir’s eyes crinkle with delight, a knowing smile dancing on his lips. Robin pressed his own plush lips together, biting back a rush of shy exhilaration that threatened to spill over while watching his fiancé ascent to stand before him, hand in hand.

"Little Love," Robin felt his heart racing fast and he no longer tried to hold his smile back as Vladimir swept him off his feet and lifted him effortlessly into his arms with a gentle ━ yet firm ━ grip around his waist. Vampiric crimson drank in every detail of his face, and he saw his own yearning reflected back to him; how could he ever want to resist the allure of his fiancé? His songbird had learned to yield to the sinful call that pulled their bodies and hearts together ━ that bid him to let go and enjoy sheer mindless bliss. Waves of affection surged through him, blossoming like spring flowers at the way Vladimir eagerly peppered his throat with soft, fervent kisses along the the flush of his collar. He shuddered and gasped when sharp teeth sink down to bloom another mark, and then another, another, and another, until the pale column of Robin's throat, even the area surrounding his scar, had been inscribed with the tender offerings of his devoted lover. As the last kiss lingered on his skin, the Darkin drew away ever so slightly to purr against the shell of the mage's ear, "Mm, Robin-" A silky tenor, pulling over his name as a promise, a sonorous wish,

"This wretched place does not deserve to be blessed by your gaze."

Mesmerizing green eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as they stared up to Vlad half liddedly with a languid softness, a serene contentedness evident in every flutter of his wintry lashes. The soft contours of Robin's pale fingers glided along the fine edges of the prince’s ornate suitcoat, finally capturing the delicate fabric of his cravat in a playful hook. With a mischievous tug, he drew his taller fiancé closer until Vlad’s straight, perfect nose brushed against his. Eager fingers threaded through his love's pale hair, resting possessively at the nape of his neck as he drew the Count closer still. Kisses, soft and chaste, floated across the skin surrounding Vlad's mouth, each one a teasing promise, always just shy of the simmering depth the prince craved. "Then, my darling," Robin's sweet voice emerged as a sultry croon, smooth and enchanting like a siren's song, beckoning softly as he hovered near the delicate curve of Vlad's cupid's bow.

"Reshape it for me until its worthy of us."

[littleowlwithpaws]

The Glass Swan

Here is my League of legends OC: Leia Velari, a girl with glass magic from her old bankrupt house of Swan because of Noxian wars. To recover the former greatness, her parents married her to Jericho Swain. Father knows him well, especially her granddad who died in the war in Ionia giving his life for an old friend, Jericho. Leia didn't want to marry him, but who knows could she fall in love because of kindness and love from grand general.

Sketch of Leia

Her Champion icon

Concept of the Glass spear