#Syndrelia

[hekatiane]

A bit of my fav ships with a prompt I did!

#I NEED TO DRAW RUINED LEONA ASAP BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXECUTE MY DESIGN IDEA AND THAT'S SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #leona #diana #syndra #irelia #miss fortune #leodia #syndrelia #dance syndrome #star guardians #league of legends #wlw #dark fortune

[ioniaiq]

Sett: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Rakan: *aggressively throws water bottles* Irelia: Uh... what's up with them? Xayah: Soraka told them about mental health so they're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Akali: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Syndra, crying: It's working.

#Sett #Rakan #Akali #Irelia #Syndra #Rakan x Xayah #Xayah x Rakan #Lovebirds #Syndra x Irelia #Irelia x Syndra #Syndrelia #Dance Symdrome #Incorrect quote #lol #League of legends #Ionia

[lightcanon]

Idk, just some Irelia x Syndra

Irelia: Well, Syndra and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Irelia: That's right... We kissed!

#league of legends #irelia #syndrelia #syndra #I have no idea what I wrote but I imagined it.

[coldgoldlazarus]

My friend getting me to finally watch Arcane doesn't realize the level of long-dormant Syndrelia brainrot they've unleashed

But they will learn

#not a reblog #league of legends #syndra x irelia #syndra/irelia #syndrelia #time to start writing that one fic #that's a giant extended metaphor #between falling into a black hole and falling in love

[soverane]

maybe one day i will return to my roots (syndrelia)

#this is about syndrelia #yes i am still reeling from syndra's cinematic teaser leak as you can see

[jsyndra]

Shout out to @defensator for being the only one ever up to see my late night Syndrelia ramblings / content <3

#also for just being a long time mutual that #i really enjoy on my dash #and our brief interactions

[smoke-and-steel]

1, 4, 42 !

1. Answered here 

4. Best or Favorite role to play?

TOP LANE TOP LANE

42. Favorite ship?

Just one? How rude you get like 3. Once upon a time I would have said Syndrelia hands down, but my gorl is no longer the same gorl she was. Cass/Sivir has been one of my oldest ships in league even before they did the lore update that ME AND MY BUDDY FUCKIN CALLED!!! Nothing better than all that delicious fuckin’ angst. Akalynn also a good one. Lots of good ships. Syndra x Akali is p good too.

OH MY OTP AKALI X RAMEN

#perfect execution of memes #ask-nami

[bladesurgence]

👀 Syndrelia platonic and romantic ;o

It is Irelia that brings the news that the Council has dropped the charges against her for the murder against someone who ended up warping and tampering with the flow of magic; as the vastaya say, magic is not meant to be restrained by Legalist mages. Properly supervised, but not chained in the ways Syndra did. Of course, they request that Syndra comes to the Placidium for an audience to discuss her role in Ionia’s future, a request that Irelia pleads her heart out for Syndra to accept. Somehow, Syndra finds it in her heart to trust Irelia.

Because Syndra’s memory is so good, she still remembers how Irelia looked like the day they parted ways. When Irelia next sees her, she realizes something is different, even though Syndra might not be able to see as normal humans do. It’s like if you removed something and then put a layer of tape back on it to fix it. You might think it’s okay, but the very foundation is still broken. She’s broken, too, Syndra realizes, and tries to figure out what.

Syndra has developed some kind of rudimentary refrigeration techniques when the conditions are right in the winter, and she accidentally stumbles upon a treat not unlike popsicles. When Irelia stops by, she shares her new invention. Irelia suggests combining them with smashed fruit preservatives, and they discover their new favorite frozen treat.

As I’ve said before, Syndra likes to take control. Her longing for Irelia’s companionship over years festered, and although she dealt with her loneliness fine (if you consider her present state fine…), seeing Irelia puts her emotions for a spin. She can have her, and she wants her, but should she pursue her? Syndra struggles on the question of ‘if I want something, I should just take it,’ vs ‘she’s my friend, I can’t just treat her like that.’ In the end it’s a mess of Syndra being very ungraceful with her advances, and poor Irelia doesn’t get it. (Luckily she returns the feelings, and it’s Irelia who makes the first real purposeful move later.) (This is a really complicated point of characterization for Syndra, i don’t feel I’m qualified to elaborate on this unless I talk with a Syndra roleplayer imo)

On one Snowdown Irelia offers Syndra a bracelet of jade pearls. They’re very rare in Ionia and they’re traditionally used as gifts for people who wish to get a little more serious with their relationships. Irelia’s trying to play it off, saying that they had bracelets like this when they were younger, and that they should rekindle that bond. Syndra asks if she means something closer than friendship. Irelia decides to roll with it.

Irelia’s favorite place to be kissed is on the side of her neck, although she doesn’t know this until Syndra stumbles upon it one day. As I’ve said Syndra is very particular about touching, so when she finds a place that she knows her partner likes, she goes all in. But Irelia isn’t one to be stepped all over, and decides she has to find an equally sensitive spot on Syndra’s body. Thus begins a way for them to overcome Syndra’s issue of being the one in control, at least when it comes to acts of affection.

#powerfed #this is the gayest thing i have ever written jfc #♞ CHAOS INSIDE MY NEBULA. (syndra) #♞ MISCELLANEOUS. (ooc asks) #♞ THE ESSENCE OF EQUILIBRIUM. (headcanons)

[endlessrancor]

the hand that moves;; my syndrelia senses are tingling.

#- Are you a pawn? / i am the hand that moves #//the first two people to like the starter call this round were irelias :eyes: #//i need to do CHORES guys

[transcendentsyndra-blog]

“I missed you--!”

( Man, it’s been forever since I drew these two xD Have some Syndrelia kiss 8D )

#art #Syndra #Irelia #League of Legends #Syndrelia #Yeah I didn't drew her shoulder things > u > #They're just a pain to draw sideview like so haha xD #don't get me started on her headdress lol

[hekatiane]

They might not be canon but I just think they have potential ;w;

#irelia #syndra #dance syndrome #syndrelia

[ioniaiq]

Akali: Irelia, I know you snuck out to see Syndra last night. Irelia: If you tell Karma or anyone else, I swear I’ll murder you, and they’ll never find the body. Akali: Five bucks? Irelia: Fine.

#Akali #Irelia #Syndra #Irelia x Syndra #Syndra x Irelia #Syndrelia #Dance Syndrome #Incorrect quote #lol #League of legends #Ionia

[bladesurgence]

syndrelia! syndrelia! syndrelia!!!

     “Why did you come back?”

     Irelia moves her hand away from her chest. The pain erupts, acute and merciless. She grunts, craning her head down to examine the wound. Another wince.

     “Lie down,” Syndra orders, a hand pushing Irelia’s shoulder to the floor. Irelia exhales, her chest rising and falling in jagged motions. The gash is deep. She can feel blood pour out along her side. Irelia’s endured stab wounds before, but this is different. It feels like something is pulling a blade out of her, ripping the skin apart.

     But Syndra sees something else. “Your tissue looks intact on the surface. The layers underneath are a different story.” She brings a hand up to the back of her head, spheres orbiting her in agitated revolutions. “How could you be so stupid?”

     “I said I wouldn’t abandon my duty,” Irelia says. Her voice is hoarse and her throat aches when she speaks. Syndra frowns, her magic seemingly at a loss at what to do when force isn’t the answer.

     “You serve Ionia and its Council, not… someone like me.” Her fingers curl into a fist, but then they soon extend, a soft green aura emitting from them. “You’re lucky I studied the properties of healing magic the other week.”

     The tearing coursing through Irelia, underneath her skin, begins to abate. She can still feel the invasive presence, though it’s become several times more manageable. Attempting to push herself up onto her elbow, Irelia summons her strength and looks up at Syndra. The wrinkles across her forehead look more worried than infuriated, despite her tone.

     “I serve the people. Last time I checked, you were a person, were you not?”

     Syndra turns away, reaching out with her hand to call forth a roll of bandages. She had carried the wounded Irelia up to the celestial fortress, leaving her in the courtyard as she looked for as many medical supplies as she could find lying around.

     “Because you are not a mage, this isn’t as painful as it would be. An antimagic leyline that strong…” She refuses to complete the sentence, though Irelia can fill in the blanks.

      “That mage from the Glyphall. You know them, yes? Tell me their name.” Her spheres seem to grow darker in color.

     Irelia sits up, and Syndra instinctively places a hand on her arm, steadying her. They lock eyes, and she can see a vortex swirling in Syndra’s irises. Irelia focuses on the hollow pupils, centers of minuscule calm among the tempest. Syndra’s shoulders drop by a slight margin.

     “I didn’t come all this way for you to add more names to your enmity.”

     “I still don’t know why you came this way to take an antimagic blast to the chest,” Syndra retorts.

     “I couldn’t let him do that to you,” Irelia insists. “The Glyphall thinks one thing, but the Justicars, the Council, the Duchess - everyone else has different opinions. I wasn’t about to let the extremists get what they want.”

     Syndra sighs, reaching around Irelia’s torso to bandage the wound. It stings, but not as much as before. She lets her arms stretch a little, like a bird’s wings, to allow room for the bandages to do their work. Two layers. It reminds Irelia of the last time she put on a corset.

     “And you? What do you think of the infamous Dark Sovereign of Ionia?”

     Irelia reaches out to place a hand on Syndra’s leg, gauging her reaction. Syndra narrows a brow, but doesn’t move.

     “You will always be my friend, Syndra, and friends stick up for each other no matter what.”

     “I am not your friend, Captain,” Syndra protests. “Whatever you thought about me from your childhood has completely changed now. My only company is the threshold of power that I will soon ascend through. You would do well to understand that, you, and all the other organizations keeping an eye on me.”

     “The Glyphall isn’t going to leave you alone even if we do.”

     “Let them come. I grow stronger by the second.”

     “So strong that you can just absorb a blast of antimagic?”

     Syndra drops silent, her fingers bristling.

     “Even the Great Heron Empress had allies.”

     “This isn’t a history lesson.” Syndra draws back, her magic returning to its usual purple aura, dismissing the roll of bandages back inside the fortress.

     “I’m just saying-”

     “That you wish to join forces?” She scoffs, her laugh a staccato that pierces through the courtyard.

     “That I am at your side,” Irelia says. “They will come again, and that was not even the greatest of their mages. There is a reason why they are one of the strongest guilds in Ionia.”

     Syndra’s confidence begins to falter, the hue of her magic less evident in her eyes. “While that is true…” She turns away, getting to her feet. Then, as if remembering her magic, she floats above the ground, moving away from Irelia.

     “Even if you do not agree with me,” Irelia calls out, attempting to stand up. It doesn’t go well. “I cannot just leave here. We are hundreds of feet off the ground.”

     Syndra stops, appearing to have some kind of internal battle in her head before turning around. A hand raises Irelia into the air, and she brings her up to eye level.

     “You…” Then, instead of another snapping remark, she sighs. When she next speaks, her voice has lost some of the echo surrounding it. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

     “Always,” Irelia responds quickly.

     “You’re hopeless.” Syndra leads her into the foyer. “Very well. Welcome to my palace, Irelia. My house, my rules.”

#relentlesspower #long post #idk what this is #i stopped partway into writing this to play league #so my first intended result isn't the same as the final product #but i think this is a good way to initially create contact between them #♞ CHAOS INSIDE MY NEBULA. (syndra) #♞ THE SUNRISE KISSED STORIES. (chronicles) #blood tw

[hekatiane]

Had to speedrun this a bit but happy Valentine's Day!! <3 <3

Irelia tried to surprise Syndra but Syndra surprised her instead by taking the chocolate box out of her hands

#league of legends #irelia #syndra #syndrelia #dance syndrome

[ioniaiq]

Sett: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. Akali: I sleep with a knife. Irelia: Both of you are pathetic. Akali: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? Irelia: Syndra.

#Akali #Sett #Irelia #Syndra #Irelia x Syndra #Syndra x Irelia #Syndrelia #Incorrect quote #lol #League of legends #Ionia

[logosminuspity]

On Top (Syndrelia fanfic)

Casually blames everything on lichirelia​ and fallenjudicator​. This is for you thirsty ass syndrelia shippers ok now back to all my Katariven feels and lovely prompts I’ve recieved :’)

NSFW Mafia AU Syndrelia fic something something gives up on any semblance of fic notes

Just like that, Syndra decides, and has to bite down her lip, to bite back the furnace of heat that rolls uncontrollably through her stomach at the sight presented before her.

She’s only just finished snapping closed the bull leather handcuffs around Irelia’s wrists, and takes the moment to appreciate what the the past ten minutes of patience have gotten her.

Irelia is pleasantly splayed out across the high thread count sheets, blindfolded and bound, only half clothed still. She’s wearing only her leather jacket and her impossible black leather pants--a gift from whatever powers that be, in Syndra’s expert opinion; nothing’s meant to fit anyone’s form that tightly. And what a fine form it is.

Irelia’s jacket lays open, just barely covering her nipples, all vibrant color on naked skin beneath it, myriad of tattoos like running water over the movement of her lungs within her chest. She’s smirking up at Syndra, even now, even with that sash of black satin tight over her eyes. But, oh, Syndra can change that, and she will.

She reaches down, to the cold metal of Irelia’s belt buckle, all precision and brushing her fingertips against the skin of her waistline only when Syndra deliberately wants to, delighting in how Irelia’s abdomen jumps at the slightest touch. The belt buckle comes undone, and Syndra pulls down the zipper, tugging open the wonderfully aggravating skin tight material to reveal the soft, dark curls hidden beneath it.

Good. There would have been consequences if Irelia had been irritating enough to wear undergarments.

“Struggle for me,” she orders, voice stern. “Try to escape...and you better try, or I’ll know.”

Irelia’s muscles abruptly cord out, steel hiding beneath a silk exterior; she twists against the wrist and ankle cuffs that bind her to the bed posts, pulling, pulling, pulling. But even that incredible strength can’t break the expert craftsmanship. Syndra watches for a long moment, entranced by the raw display of power now under her mercy, before her mind returns to her.

“Stop.”

Irelia ceases immediately. Her breathing is heavy now, and in her struggles, her jacket has slipped off her front, expanse tattooed skin now fully exposed for Syndra’s viewing pleasure.

Syndra scoots in between Irelia’s spread legs, casually reaching out with one hand. She draws lines across the spiralling whorls of color on Irelia’s tattoos, feather light.

“How much did this hurt to get?” she wonders out loud, humming. Her fingers trails across the bump of ribs, and she scrapes her nails into them. “I’m told that inking over bone is typically the most painful. But…”

Her fingertips move in circles, touching growing lighter and lighter as she follows the color up toward one nipple. Irelia is arching, ever so slightly, and Syndra grins wickedly.

“...I can’t help but wonder if this hurt more.” She punctuates her point by finally squeezing the nipple between her fingers. Irelia’s mouth forms a pleasant oh at the treatment, which Syndra caters to. For all of a second.

She brings her hand to Irelia’s other nipple, casually toying with it, rubbing, pinching, flicking, and drags her other hand across Irelia’s waist and pelvis, playing along her inner thighs.

“Mmm...such a lovely sight.”

Irelia is already starting to strain against her restraints again. Amusing.

Syndra dips one finger lower, a long and sure stroke against the wetness that’s already there. Irelia chokes and pushes her hip into it, but Syndra’s already done.

“And so eager. But that’s rude of you, don’t you think?”

“I…” Her voice is dazed and breathless, uncharacteristically so. It’s delicious.

“Rude of you when I’m right here, isn’t it?

“Right.” Ah but she’s already regaining herself, a knowing smile already forming as she seeks to regain her usual confidence and swagger. Syndra decides to play into it.

“Think you can take care of me, Irelia?” her voice drops to a low, seductive whisper, and she watches as a self-sure grin plasters across Irelia’s face.

“Think I can, if you’ll let me.” She blindly waggles the fingers on her bound hands just to emphasize the point

“Oh?” Syndra’s already shimmying out of what little clothing she still wears. The she delivers the blow. “I think not.”

The the smirk stutters and then wipes clean off of Irelia’s face.

Syndra runs her hands over her own breasts, gives the first deliberate moan. watching as Irelia tenses, alert.

“I can manage just well touch myself…” one hand dips down to the junction of her own thighs, and she pressed against herself, sighing loudly. “...to please myself. I know myself best. After all, I am the boss.”

She gives a louder, drawn out groan as she starts to make circles against her clit, and Irelia visibly jerks. blindfolded gaze moving about as if willing to see through it.

“I know just what to do to take care of myself.”

She continues, moaning with more and more frequency as Irelia twitching and tenses, until she finally cracks.

“Please.”

Syndra pauses.

“I can do that for you.”

“Well we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we?”

Syndra narrows her eyes, and in one smooth motion lifts herself over Irelia. It only takes a moment to settle on knee on either side of the her head, and then she’s lowering herself, reveling in the brief sound of surprise from Irelia before her smug mouth is put to far better use.

And she doesn’t disappoint.

Her tongue goes to work immediately, even as Syndra rolls her hips into it. It’s enough to make her moan with pleasure, but she can’t let Irelia have it that easily. She tangles her hands in that dark mess of hair, scraping her fingers against Irelia’s scalp even as she taunts.

“Really, is that it? Come on now.”

And Irelia responds with a muffled groan of fervor, working harder, faster as Syndra grinds into her mouth and pushes her head in time with the movement of her hips. Syndra takes her pleasure, allowing the moans to slip past her lips as she reaches her climax. Even then Irelia continues to move pattern against her until Syndra jerks her head away and pulls back.

“Enough.” She manages with just enough bite to suggest she’s hardly lost control, though she squints at the hint of the smirk tugging at Irelia’s lips already. She uses her fingers to wipe at the messy wetness across her lip and chin, and the pushes her fingers into that velvety warm mouth. Irelia accepts, tongue working anew to prove itself while Syndra murmurs to her.

“Think you’ve earned your chance then? For me to touch you, to give you something back?” Irelia nods into her. “You think you’ve earned your mob boss touching you right where you want it most?”

She draws her fingertips back, trails them down Irelia’s neck, her collarbone, the swirls of the dragon and stripes of the tiger, down the lean muscle of her abdomen to rest on the low curve of her hip.

“Well?”

The tip of a pink tongue darts out to wet Irelia’s lips as she swallows sharply. She whispers back, “Yes.”

Syndra smiles, and digs her nails in. A hoarse noise escapes Irelia and she jerks, pulling taut against the restraints.

“Yes, what?”

There’s no letting up on the pressure from her nails until Syndra gets what she wants.

“Yes…” Irelia’s voice comes out strangled as she twists and turns, desperate, desperate for a different kind of touch. “...yes, mistress!”

Syndra doesn’t spare another second,

Her hand is between Irelia’s legs, marveling at how wet she is for this, for Syndra, and how easily her fingers slide in and Irelia already begins moving into her.

Yes, she thinks to herself, watching the gorgeous display of muscled tattoos groan and writhe for her. She could get used to this.

#syndrelia #syndra x irelia #ya'll thirsty mofos #league of legends fanfic #logos writes #trash