#swarius

[sazomsz]

He wants to order.

[tursaskeisari]

I did not think i would get back to Swarius posting after all these years but I am not immune to them and LoL brainrot hits me at the most inopportune times. To think I used to be an Ambassador for this ship back in the day (not the first not the best but definitely one of the most prolific and enthusiastic lmao-).

Oh brother it has been quite some time.

Plus bonus bc same, Darius, same.

[444names]

hindu deities + roman emperor forenames + the entire article on arson from wikipedia in turkish

Aaemika Aakshi Acadius Acletus Acrinna Adrayi Adurgadi Agalama Aganikos Albasta Alenkale Amalian Amarlak Amavi Ammana Ammaxios Anara Andra Angala Angir Aracrius Aragni Araji Araman Arati Aratian Aratini Aratmian Aravanga Aravi Arcasu Arcus Ardha Arishi Artaura Asama Ashman Asios Asius Asıtlı Atrelli Aurani Avala Ayadius Ayava Ayimuni Ayrılı Ayrınla Ayuta Ayututhi Ayyama Ayyanta Ayyanti Ayyağlı Ağlık Bagnus Baleri Balienus Ballus Balır Basta Berudati Bhadar Bhadius Bhaemiti Bhandeye Bhara Bhari Bharti Bhaswara Bhathi Bhulinji Bhumatan Bhumius Bikos Brashata Brasian Briani Brihan Brius Budakla Budara Budragan Budrak Cadius Cadran Calarius Calinu Caradi Chala Chanus Chavashi Chhinus Chilen Clibez Comius Conirrti Contimi Conuman Dakleno Darahma Denus Devan Deves Devnath Deyda Deyen Dhadran Dhainda Dhanga Dhanshi Dhashn Dhashur Dhatius Dhumbius Diocasa Ditha Ditravra Dobuda Domiana Drahmius Elastian Flona Flortika Gabasio Gadurga Galaksh Galamına Galbinus Galel Ganiran Gantan Gelin Gelini Genasios Genaxmi Genuel Getre Ghala Ghavithi Giratina Glybra Glybraga Glyce Gordi Gorius Goros Görela Görelama Hadiya Haksh Hakti Hakçılı Harius Havitus Hemius Heodos Hertara Herus Hocan Horomuta Hriha Ilami Illian Indan Inius Iracrian Irahath Irmali Irrti Jajajan Jhumcar Joant Johna Jorian Julalar Juleri Juliti Julus Junda Jundak Juniis Justi Jyolanne Jyolma Jyoluyle Jyotha Kalamak Kalarya Kamaçla Kambhani Kanyuta Karati Karja Kasili Kasuçtus Katinu Kavitus Kaziyan Kenka Kesala Keyash Khale Khati Khilari Kioclius Kubrava Kumatmi Kunar Kundaki Kundios Kundni Kundros Kunian Lamma Lammax Lammodos Lardha Latilos Lenerme Lerus Lexan Lexani Lianus Lianuçtu Liberi Lucian Luylerta Macri Madiya Magni Mahanini Makallus Maksh Maksha Maleshma Manasati Mandanta Mandos Manian Manneran Manta Manva Marjane Masvanti Matar Mathi Matil Maurugan Maxensh Maxenume Maçla Maçlı Mhaksh Milian Modomi Mookam Moori Mukyaki Mukyama Munakti Munari Munasu Mundhi Mundios Mundius Mundos Mundro Muratin Murganda Mutus Nalexan Nanus Nathi Natmi Neenus Neeshna Nerishna Nianu Nikos Noorius Olana Olarat Olmahara Oluyla Olycerva Othitas Otina Pariama Parus Pasha Pasta Perhaina Perhan Periana Perta Pervani Petant Petus Phiscus Pracinna Prama Proba Promuna Pronini Pupar Pupasvan Purgale Purti Purtina Purudi Purudra Purus Quini Quinira Quinnati Quinuka Quinus Raaemius Racriha Ragadius Ragalır Rahan Rahati Rajanda Rajapan Ramahan Ramaxios Ranian Rantha Ratikos Ratini Ravianyu Raviva Ravradha Razarja Rbhayuda Rellian Renelian Reyenti Rugan Rumanti Saacyu Saiscus Salli Sarcinna Sarian Savanta Savarka Septi Sevar Sevitri Shagangi Shapura Shath Shinikos Shvath Shvishu Skammala Skaradro Skasa Sobasu Starılı Sureva Svatrius Swama Swarius Swarla Swati Tarcus Taspatu Therhan Thobudi Thocar Thoni Thyamani Traval Trian Trianti Tutha Tvalanus Tvandra Tvannas Tvanti Türenius Türka Umaha Umbin Uramaja Urmerini Vahaisha Vaini Valala Valax Valeshna Valık Vanda Varac Varacyu Varılı Vastus Vathael Vatrajau Vayan Vayla Venas Venori Verian Veriani Verihan Verikos Verius Verunda Veshnu Vetus Vianusti Vidya Viscus Vishi Vishvani Vithya Vitren Vituştus Vivan Yalamı Yaligus Yamalır Yamatian Yamnatmi Yangi Yanikas Yapati Yatre Yağlık Yağır Yenus Yolma Yolyce Yothya Yutus Zeneenti Zenius Çokal Ülketu

[silverdragonoid]

This is a collection of my sfw League shipping content. These are things I'll write to take a break from my longer works, or to get back into writing, or because an idea really haunts me and I have to get it out. So, most of these will be around 1000 words. I want to write about all the popular and niche ships that are there, skin AUs too, as long as it makes some sense to me and I have an idea for them.

I will still post each story here seperately, too, whenever I have one. (The first one is already here and the second follows today)

[not-the-lich]

Just when I thought your Swain couldn't get any more alpha (read: sexier), he goes ahead and tears off his glove with his teeth...*applauds*

((I believe you are referring to the thread with @league-of-baras !

You’re welcome. Stay tuned for more Swain and Darius yeah.

P.S. The reason for removing or securing his glove in this way- he tends to neglect using his left hand. He adapted very well to functioning and moving around with the loss of a limb. Even though his left arm has been replaced with the demon arm, some old behaviors remain in place.

[omendus]

" how is it that you feel now that you don't have your precious Hand with you, vision?" 

"— oh, i have nothing to worry about. i trust him to do well enough without me."

[noxianhand]

One of Darius' old clients is back and Darius - Darius can't kill him, can't do anything, he's talking to Swain and he's smiling and Darius just has to watch. That ugly frozen sensation in nightmares, when you know what's happening but you can't move to stop it even as your world crumbles down around you.

send darius an anonymous nightmare accepting.

darius doesn’t wake in a start this time, though his eyes snap open far too fast for someone who had been in deep sleep not long ago; the dream alone sends him into a flurry of memories he’d rather not revisit, and yet cannot seem to evade. pulling himself up from the bed to sit up, he halts himself mid-motion as he sees swain’s sillhouete by his side, this time real and tangible as he sleeps a deep and seemingly undisturbed sleep. he’d envy him for that alone if the sight didn’t get him to wonder, briefly, what the man he now shares bed with would think of him if he knew of his past.

he’s at peace with what he’s done, he knows himself to be no lesser for it, but he too knows other people’s view on the subject could certainly vary. a highborne as jericho, that as a child tasted none of the bitterness of starvation and orphanhood--- would he ever understand how deep in despair he had been at youth to resort to what he did? he holds no shame for what kept both his brother and himself alive, but the seed of doubt is planted with ease as the concept rises in his paranoid mind. regardless of whether he loves him or not, darius doesn’t deceive himself about the nature of men and he cannot trust what he hasn’t witnessed, he cannot think he knows swain better than he does.

to be aware of that is to prevent greater disappointment if proven wrong about his assumptions.

a scowl reaching over his features as his thoughts turn sourer, he slips out of bed and into his plain shirt on before leaving the room. it’s routine for him to ease his mind from disrupted sleep with nightly walks such as these, but this time, it seems that not even walking miles would suffice.

[noxianhand-archive]

What does Darius think of rumors that Swain and LeBlanc are together? (for swarius verses)

sinday / shipday | @askdragonbladetalonaccepting.

darius has never been the sort of man to give power to rumors, even when he knows there’s an unspoken bond between the two. it doesn’t make him lose sleep as he’s usually confident enough on what he shares with the grand general to care for petty gossip. he’s not the overly jealous type by default; in his mind, if he has to keep reasserting himself in a relationship, it isn’t worth his time to begin wtih.

but honestly speaking, while these rumors don’t make him lose sleep, he finds them in bad taste mostly due to his low opinion of the black rose as a whole. he can respect leblanc’s influence and power, but he doesn’t respect what she stands for, and above all, people entertaining the idea their grand general would have an affair with a symbol of corruption as great as emilia leblanc is, to him, distasteful.

[league-of-baras]

((Ahhh, that’s wonderful, thank you! It feels so good that something I’m doing is making other people happy! <3

[tragedybunny]

It Won’t Be Without You

A sequel to “It Can’t be Without You” - my previous Swarius story. 

Darius recovers from a battle wound with Swain at his side

Pain. There’s a burning in my head and my body is too heavy to move. I draw a breath and force my eyes open. Above me, ancient timbers take the shape of ceiling rafters. It would seem that I’m alive after all. 

“I should have you discharged and exiled for that stunt.” With monumental effort and a small explosion behind my eyes, I turn my head to look at him. 

Settled into a chair next to me, he sits, arms crossed and scowling. Not that scowling isn’t his usual expression. “I’m glad you’re alive too.” I try to laugh but my head screams and the room spins. 

It must show because I feel his hand on mine, squeezing softly. “Calm down, I don’t want you passing out again.” 

His tone softens and there’s a quality to it, worry and relief bound up together. Terrible as it is, it’s nice to hear real emotion from him. “What happened?” 

A shrug and something haunted in his eyes. “No idea. Something heavy dealt a considerable blow to your skull. Perhaps now you and Draven will understand each other better.” 

“Teasing from you? Did you get in the head as well?” It’s suffocatingly grim in here, we need the levity. 

“Darius.” He sighs, his hand gripping mine like iron. “Don’t do this again to me.” 

“You know I had to. Your life is worth more than mine. On several measures.” 

“I don’t care.” There’s a subtle quaver to his voice. “I can’t...can’t go on without you.” Those dark eyes, so often harsh, look watery. Rarely have I seen him like this,  raw emotion bubbling up to his normally stoic surface. 

There’s still a fog in my mind, but I fumble around trying to soothe him. “Come here.” I clumsily gesture to the space in the bed next to me. Shockingly he doesn’t argue but gingerly lays down, head coming to rest on my chest. With fierce effort, I wrap my arms around him, even though they feel as though a great weight is pressing down on them. “See everything is fine, we’re fine.” 

“Don’t patronize me.” He closes his eyes and looks a little more relaxed despite the terse words. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Hopefully keep putting up with me.” At least for a little while longer. I don’t dare speak that thought though.

“Hmm, well, all this does have me thinking.” My stomach lurches, the momentary peace feeling shattered. Has he finally tired of this? The pause between his words is nearly enough to rob me of consciousness again. “I meant what I said about not doing it without you.” 

A desperate hope dawns on me, so much like that first night I dared to speak my feelings to him. I try to repress it, there’s no way it could be what I want it to be. “So what’re you saying?” 

“I don’t want us to be apart. Ever. I want to spend the rest of my life, such that it is, with you.” 

Through the pain and the haze, my mind takes what feels like forever to realize what he has said. Denial is my first instinct, but I dare to let myself believe. “Please, don’t dance around it. I need to hear it plainly.” 

Adjusting a bit, he gazes up at me from where he’s laying. “I suppose I should.” He draws in a breath, as though acknowledging the weight of the words he’s about to speak. “Darius, I want you to marry me.” 

The whole universe is standing still. Never could I have thought we would come this far, not even in my dreams. I love him so wildly but he’s always seemed just slightly out of reach, even in our most intimate moments. “Jericho-I-YES!” I roar and close my eyes at the sudden blinding pain. Worth it. 

A chuckle cuts through the agony. “Maybe I should’ve waited.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Forcing my eyes open, I grip just under his arms and pull him to me before kissing him deeply. Lips parted, I feel the play of his tongue against mine, both of us holding out until we desperately need to draw breath. “That couldn’t have been more perfect.” 

“So you say.” He starts to sit up and my eyelids feel heavy again. “I should let you rest some more.” 

Everything is slipping back into a fog as sleep beckons. “As long as you promise I’m not hallucinating all of this.” 

A hand cups my cheek with a gentleness no one else will ever know, a slight smile on his lips. “I promise love. Now sleep. The battle is won and we have plans to make when we get home.” 

[sazomsz]

*5 minutes later*

[jericho-swaggins]

I LOVE YOU TOO!!!! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUALITY SWARIUS CONTENT!!!

AHSGDDGHDG ;V; 

*blows a kiss*

[axe-me-darius]

brodee-walker replied to your photo “raise in tension ‘only one’”

I am so happy to see your Swarius art every time T-T

<3 <3 <3

[omendus]

Soul Stealer Vladimir and Tyrant Swain is an aesthetic.

[noxianhand]

// swain but alsO JAYCE THANKS FOR PLANTING THAT SHIP IN MY HEAD NOX

anonymously send me what characters you ship my muse with! accepting!

swarius is great, i already addressed that and i think most of my older followers know of it, but gods.

darius would be livid at the suggestion he gets with that little pompous piltovan prick, lm ao. nevermind he literally dates one in a couple of timelines, am i right, @jaycetechmaturgics?

[noxianhand-archive]

" i got dreams of my own. "

some old meme i forgot. | @eciled​

HIS EXPRESSION GROWS somber, no wolf in sight but the man himself as if scorned by the grand general’s speech of her selfishdreams. darius cannot help but see them in such light – had he not sacrificed it all for the empire? and what of his love lost, what of the man she slaughtered, had he not, too, sacrificed things beyond comprehension for the sake of their cause? why could she make such easy claims made something dark knot at the base of his throat, but oh, he knows his vows, he knows his promises. if her dreams consisted of marrying a weak man for love and flaunting it to all regardless of possible consequences, then be it. he would no longer speak against it.

it hardly means he is not allowed his rage, nor his bitterness. both are cold, ruthless in nature, but he refrains nonetheless. the empire, before all, not personal revenge—- he remembers himself, remembers his words and he swallows his wrath.

he’s grieved enough, but the ache never quite gives away. 

“YOU DO AS YOU LIKE,” he speaks like thunder, resolute and rash, breaking through the silence briefly established between them. “i no longer plan to interfere in your choices in life, however poor they may be, grand general.” 

as her hand, he’d retreat to simply being a political advisor. but this, too, could be said to be political advice: there’s little respect to be had for those who cannot separate personal matters from political ones, and if she must make him her husband instead of keeping him as her paramour in spite of the political implications, he’ll cease saying word against it, lest his own grief dares to well up and drown him.