P!cklezART

hiiii i like to draw and upload memes. I'm currently obsessed with Twst, OM!, MK1, Frostbite VN, Stardew Valley, Vox Machina, OW2, Arcane, BG3 and more. I'll occasionally write, but I mostly draw fanart that mainly consists of g/t and other things related to that

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Don't mind me as I mourn over what could have been...FUCK CASS AND GENJI LOOK FINE AF!!!!

SAME WITH LIFEWEAVER AND MAUGA!!! JUNKERQUEEEN!?!?

GL!!!

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THE SECOND THIS GAME IS AVAILABLE IN THE U.S I KNOW WHAT IM GETTING LOCKED INTOOOOO 😩😩😩

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I believe I've been possessed by some weird art demon and drew a stuffed whale oh noooo... !!DON'T LIKE DNI!!

Wanted to draw something a bit more special for my birthday (which was like two days ago LMAO) and I suggested to @twistedtummies2 their twst OC Maelstrom got his fair share of my birthday treats from my 'sona Tara

I dunno why but I was ITCHING to draw Maelstrom with a man-bun (whale-bun??)

(spoiler alert, he consumed five whole batches. Whales don't go into hibernation, but Maelstrom definitely did, for like a day until Azul prob dragged him outta bed lol-with the help of Jade and Floyd)

Hope you enjoy :)

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Jayce's pickup line (NSFW-ish?)

"...b-but Jayce liked Mel 🥺🥺" Honey, the closet was made of GLASS

(please don't argue abt this in comments it's my bday I don't need that)

Happy birthday to me <3

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THE PROJECT SEKAI MOVIE HAD SO MUCH G/T I WAS LIKE HOLY MOLY THE WHOLE TIME

PJSK G/T PJSK G/T

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WHERE CAN I WATCH THIS ⁉️⁉️

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Part 4

Just letting you guys know we get into some Thallia backstory lol enjoy :)

Thallia had never been to the Last Drop before, nor had she ever heard of it.

Growing up in the cold, militaristic island of Demacia, she wasn’t shocked to the exposure of alcohol, but it did surprise her to see drunkards often lying about in Lower City property. Back home, those who infested the streets like bugs were exterminated like ones.

Drinking, however, was a common ritual when an adolescent had come of age, usually around age twelve or thirteen, believed to signify a new stage of life. Making it far was an accomplishment by many a standard, even by Demacian standards. Given poor health and governmental practices, countries like Demacia lead with an iron fist and an even colder leader. Preservation and execution were core vitals to the country. Killing to survive being killed…Thallia had vivid memories of witnessing homicide on more than one occasion; the bone-chilling screams and the splash of blood that dawned the pavement.

Not to say Zaun’s pavements were much cleaner. Scrap metal, cloth and other various heaps of junk littered the streets like mice. There were plenty of those, too. Each of them were the size of a carriage in comparison to Thallia. That was almost an understatement to the absolute titan that held its grip on her.

To her surprise, Thallia didn’t feel any sort of threat directly towards her. Maybe because she was being held in the hands of a man that resembled a large teddy bear, or the fact that she had already been poisoned, drugged, attacked and nearly killed and eaten at least twice today; and things really couldn’t get any worse.

“You still cozy in there?” Vander asked, his strides still sturdy and tedious.

“I’ve bin in worse places,” Thallia replied with a slight wobble as Vander laughed. “Lek the time ma mum forgot aboot me outside in the pitchin’ rain on the concrete.”

Vander’s laugh faltered. “...She must’ve been pretty stressed to forget her own daughter like that.” He pondered, his voice low but surprisingly gentle.

“She worked three jobs tae mek ends meet,” Thallia mumbled, quickly stumbling over her words. “‘Cuz ma dad was, y’know, in the military.”

“One that could rival Noxus, I’ve heard.” Vander remarked, his belly hitching with a faint snort. “What’s it like, anyways? Growin’ up in such a place?”

“Nothin’ n'all special.” Thallia replied with a shrug, her eyes moving away from Vander’s. She felt a small tug in her chest, urging her to tell the truth, but she brushed the feeling off, letting it slip away as soon as it had come.

“Ah, no stories, huh?” He asks, sounding almost bewildered. Thallia shook her head.

“Sorry tae disappoint, and either way A’m no’ too much of an open book.” She replied, her voice carrying the intent of dropping the conversation, which fortunately, Vander listened to her silent request, nodding in acknowledgement.

“No need to apologize, I should be the one who’s sorry.” He let out a hefty chuckle, the timbre in his voice making Thallia shudder. “I guess I’m just curious about the tiny girl that somehow wandered just outside my bar.”

“Yer bar? Ye own it?” Thallia’s eyebrows shot up. “Like, ye don’t jus’ work thir?”

Vander chuckled. “I do both, sweetheart. Trust me, there’s nothin’ as tiring as taking orders, making ‘em, and then servin’ ‘em.” His accent was a soothing one, one that seemed to fit his build. Thallia couldn’t quite place exactly where he was from, but if she had to guess, she had to assume that if he was a foreigner, it would take a long time to open his own business. And, well, this man looked like he had a few years on him, as evidenced by his graying, disheveled hair and copious scars.

“You’re staring.” Vander interrupted the silence, making Thallia jump in her skin.

“Sorry…jus’…” She couldn’t get the rest of the words out of her mouth, and Vander seemed to understand.

“Not used to being the size of a flea, are ya?” he presumed, keeping his eyes locked on her, a surge of something flicking through his eyes. It was a protective look, not one of disgust or some sadistic amusement.

“D’ye think anyone wuid be?” Thallia replied in a low mumble. Vander nodded in acknowledgement.

“Doubt I would. Been this size my whole life, towering above a lotta folks before I was even thirteen.” His shoulders and belly hitched with mirth, an almost jolly-sounding laugh trickled out of him. “‘Cept my friend Benzo o’ course. Yer gonna have to meet him. Got a gut that could rival mine.” Vander gave his pudging belly a small slap and a shake with his spare hand. Thallia swore she felt her heart leap into her throat, and a heavy blush fluttered over her face.

“He…He sounds interestin’…” She managed to choke out. She could barely afford to look up, her mind and her gaze glued to Vander’s midsection. She could make out the faint swell of his belly, just the sight of it made a heat shoot up through her body.

Without warning, Vander cleared his throat, making Thallia shake around in his hand. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and he let out a low, gravelly cough, a faint scent of smoke wafting over her tiny frame. He had a look on his rugged face, a knowing one. Thallia felt her throat tighten. She didn’t like that look one bit.

“You alright?” He asked, sounding like he was trying not to smile.

“Pure deid brilliant.” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Vander let out a snort.

“Suppose there ain’t much to be alright about when you’re the size of a button.” He chortled. Thallia just grumbled, and Vander’s laugh died down. “Sorry, just, not used to seein’ a tiny thing like yerself. Never even heard about tiny li’l humans in real life except for in fairy tales.”

“I kinda feel lek a fairy reit now,” Thallia said. Her tone was light, too light, almost like she couldn’t believe what she was saying herself. “Y’know, wee, threatened by humans, scared half tae death.” her voice dropped a tone with every syllable.

Vander’s lips thinned out, pressing together, letting out a low, reluctant breath. Thallia opened her mouth to speak, but the words left her head when a luminescent hue glowed over her suddenly. With wide eyes, she looked up, scanning over the swirly glowing brown, orange, white and yellow loops that twisted into images and words in front of her, flashing dimly in the dirty, faint street lights. The Last Drop.

With a grunt, swung the heavy doors open, and Thallia was greeted with the sound of low, smooth jazz humming from a nearby jukebox, the sounds of the guitar and drums crackling with vinyl and nostalgia. It sounds like a song she would hear in a dive bar like this one, with the hushed sounds of pool balls clacking, ice clinking in cups and a sketchy conversation off somewhere in a recluse corner.

“I’ve gotten hundreds if not thousands of patrons during my time as a bartender.” Vander sauntered over to the counter, the floor creaking softly under his impressive build. “The one thing I’ve learned is that sometimes, you just gotta relax. Even if you feel like you’re ‘boutta explode with nerves.”

He let his hands open slightly, tilting Thallia towards the counter, which was a long stretch of battered wood, scarred by spilled drinks and cigarette burns.

Thallia couldn’t even bring herself to speak, the thought of being in a closed-off environment again making her feel slightly dizzy. She felt her throat close with worry, and a small shiver ran through her.

“You drink often?” Vander asked, moving behind the counter so gracefully you would’ve thought he was a ballet dancer. He picked up a massive bottle of a dark orange-brown liquid, swirling his hand to mix the concoction.

Thallia just shook her head, a small twinge of worry squeezing in her chest. Vander let out a low hum of acknowledgement, screwing the top off the lid and pouring a slow stream of alcohol into a clear glass cup, the rim outlined in gold with a small chip on it.

Thallia could feel her heart beating a little faster as she heard the rusted wooden floor creak under Vander’s weight as me moved. She swallowed thickly, feeling her saliva wet her dry throat in a cooling sensation that burned lightly. He kept speaking, but his words were a blur, like a smudged canvas she wasn’t even sure she wanted to make out. Worry pooled into her stomach, and goosebumps spread over her arms.

“Y’even old enough to drink?” His voice rang into Thallia’s ears, barely keeping her anchored to reality.

Thallia nodded, and Vander’s thick brows furrowed with concern, his lips pursing.

“Hey, you alright?” The bar counter let out a low groan of protest as Vander leaned down against it, pressing all of his weight onto the aged wood. Folding his burly arms against the surface, he rested his face on his wrists. Thallia looked up, greeted with the sight of Vander’s rugged, well-aged features. His eyes crinkled at the corners with a soft smile, his lips curling, pulling his gray-brown beard upwards towards his nose.

Thallia jumped, and instinctively took a few steps back, distancing herself from the gargantuan man that stood in front of her. She watched with wide, worried eyes as Vander’s broad shoulders slumped, like the weight of something was pushing them down.

Thallia felt her own shoulders grow heavy, a forlorn and guilty look on her face like a child that was caught stealing. She hadn’t meant to make him feel bad…she just didn’t know. She didn’t know this man, if he was like Silco. She looked away again, not because she didn’t want to believe herself, but because she did.

She tried to tell herself that he’s different, maybe he’s not out to get her, but that voice in the back of her head sneered at her.

You really think that? After everything he did to you? Thallia’s heart nearly stopped, leaping into her throat. He hadn’t even done anything, so why was she already wanting to get out of here?

Thallia took a small breath through her nose, the air refreshing her thoughts. She exhaled shakily, letting the scent of alcohol waft through her nostrils.

“...Fine.” Her voice cracked. Her words were vague and rough, but her tone spoke volumes. She got the idea that Vander could sense it, too. If he did, he didn’t let her know, keeping his face stoic yet slightly concerned.

Her reply seemed to make Vander relax a little. His chest deflated slightly as he exhaled the breath he had been holding. Thallia shivered as the warm, almost damp, smoke-scented air washed over her.

“Ahem, I, uh…” Vander picked at one of the numerous scars that riddled his rough hands, his eyes moving down, suddenly fascinated with the way the light shone on the autumn-toned liquor. “...You like beer or wine?” He looked back up at Thallia, gauging her reaction.

Thallia’s brain stalled, like she had missed a step. “‘Scuse me?”

“Do you prefer beer or wine?” Vander repeated, his words a little slower than before. “Maybe champagne? Mead? Tequila?” Thallia raised her eyebrows in realization, as if the words had actually registered.

Thallia thought about it for a moment, long and hard. She had never tried beer before. She had only had wine back in Demacia. Back when she was still…

Her mind blurred, and she swore the room did a 180 for a second. The warmly lit bar that smelled of smoke and alcohol transforming into that one. The one with the smell of sharp cologne and iron, the candlelight low and dim.

Thallia blinked hard, reeling herself back. Not now. It was only less than three seconds, but it felt like she had remembered a lifetime.

She could hear her heartbeat pounding wildly in her ears, and she furrowed her brows, the shifting of her feet against the aged wood slowly grounding her.

“...A’ll try beer.” She said after a moment.

Vander nodded, his expression still slightly stoic. He turned on his heel, grabbing a bottle of scotch ale from the looming shelf behind him. Suddenly, his body froze, and he visibly twitched. He turned around to face Thallia again, looking her tiny body up and down.

“How could you even drink this?” He asked with an intrigued look.

Thallia thought the question over in her head, her mind drawing different ideas and connecting them like thread. Her head suddenly buzzed with an idea, and she shrugged half-wittedly.

“D’ye hev, lek, a wee bowl?” She asked with a head tilt.

“A what bowl?” Vander asked, raising his eyebrows like he couldn't believe that he just heard.

“A small bowl.” Thallia clarified, feeling a little stupid for being so inconsiderate of her Demacian accent that might've gotten in the way.

Vander’s eyes hooded in understanding, becoming less widened. He clicked his tongue and nodded, thinning his lips out. Bending down, he opened a cabinet that was right in front of him, underneath the bar counter. All Thallia could see for a few moments was the lump of his back, shifting as he searched.

After a moment, he came back up, like a swimmer coming up for air. She drew in a quick breath, one foot shifting behind the other, her instinct pulling her back before she even realized it. The sight of Vander’s large frame emerged from behind the counter, his shadow dwarfing over her and making her lips thin as her throat tightened.

Vander hesitantly brought a small bowl up from near his waist, setting it on the counter and pouring less than a pinch of ale into the bowl. It was wooden and well-used, a few chips on the rim and bright paint peeling from the curve. The paintings were bright and scribbly, almost like a child had painted it. For a man so large, Vander handled the bowl with gentle care.

Thallia’s eyes softened, and she let her eyes drift back up to Vander, who’s expression was soft and melancholy. A sudden realization tugged at her chest, and her eyes widened.

“...I-I’m sorry.” She stammered out, the words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop herself. Vander’s broad shoulders jumped, his breath catching in his throat.

“...What’re ya sorry for?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion, yet his words and expression were soft.

“...Y-Yer kid…Did…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence, her stomach curling at the thought. Vander’s eyes stayed on her, occasionally blinking like his brain was catching up with her words. After a moment his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth with a sigh.

“My kids ain’t dead.” He informed her casually. Thallia felt the back of her neck heat up and her stomach roiled with embarrassment. She felt a small sting in her eyes at how rude she probably sounded. “I’m just admirin’ my kid’s art.”

With a heavy scrape, he pushed the bowl towards her, the small bit of ale sloshing around in the hollowed-out wood. Thallia could barely even look up, but something in her nagged her to move her eyes. Her pupils dragged up to Vander, and she expected him to be seething with fury at the miscommunication, but he had a wide smile and crinkled eyes, like he was proud.

“Y’see that one?” He pointed a meaty finger to the side of the bowl that was facing Thallia. “That’s Mouser, Powder painted him when she was six.”

Thallia’s heart eased, her breath slowing as she realized-He wasn’t mad, he was showing her the paintings like he had won the lottery, his face holding mild excitement and pride.

Vander continued, his grin widening and his voice impressed with a small hint of nostalgia. He sounded like such a proud father, like his kid had solved world hunger. “Such a talented artist, that one, always creating the coolest things.”

“Powder?” Thallia clarified, her mind hooked onto the name.

Vander nodded in confirmation. “Yep, Powder. Mind you, I didn’t name her, I…” His words slowed down, and his breath caught in his throat. His gaze hardened, then softened. He glanced to the barstool at the left, like he was looking for someone who wasn’t there.

“I adopted her,” He said flatly, grabbing the drink that he had poured earlier and taking a swig. With a sigh, he set the glass back down on the counter with a thud, staring longingly at the barstool on his right.

Thallia’s heart sank into her stomach. She felt a heavy ache in her body, like the weight of whatever Vander was carrying was crushing her, too.

“I…I’m sorry…” She started softly.

“Don’t be,” Vander mumbled, his voice low enough it was almost a growl. He picked up the nearby bottle of liquor and poured a generous amount into his cup, tilting his head back and downing almost the whole thing in seconds. Thallia couldn’t help but feel guilty the way her mind strayed, her eyes wandering over his large Adam’s apple, which bobbed as he drank. She felt a small blush rise on her cheeks, and she could practically hear her mind screaming at her to stop being so rude.

“...You apologize so much, y’know that right?” He asked, his voice no longer soft, more gruff, like the spiky fur of a wolf. The words and tone caught Thallia off-guard, and she felt like he was either curious or warning her of something.

“...Got a lot t’be sorry fer.” She replied quietly. Vander let out a huff of air, either a laugh or a disappointed sigh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. He took another sip of his drink, which seemed to calm his nerves. His shoulders relaxed and he sighed, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t ask you that. I barely know you and I’m acting like I deserve your loyalty or something. Like you actually care.” His eyes flickered with a small flame of resentment. Thallia felt her chest tighten at the look, but she caught his gaze, noticing he was staring at the barstool to his left.

Thallia stayed quiet, not wanting to anger Vander any further. Her heart pounded with worry, and she could feel her shirt clinging to the sweat on her back.

A moment later, Vander sighed, shaking his head again. He ran a thick hand through his equally thick hair, brushing the graying strands out of his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to snap.” He said, his voice soft again. He brought his eyes up from the counter, staring into her’s. The action made a small shiver run through her spine, and relief flow through her veins.

“Ye’re okay, ye…probably hev a lot goin’ oan.” Thallia felt a genuine smile tug at the corners of her lips, and for the first time in a while she felt like her mind was clear, like she had no reason to be scared of being vulnerable.

Vander’s own grin slowly spread on his face at her smile, and he just coughed out a chuckle and took another sip of his drink.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, kid.” He said.

Suddenly, a chill ran up Thallia’s spine, like something was staring at her from a place she couldn’t see. Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to find the source of her discomfort. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one who sensed another presence, too. Vander looked further back to his left, at a small, barely cracked-open door. His expression softened, and he let out a small huff of air.

“C’mon out…” He said with an almost exasperated tone.

To Thallia’s shock, she saw a small child waddle out from the shadows, her cheeks plump but the rest of her body stick-thin. Her fluffy short blue hair curled around her sleepy yellow-brown eyes.

Thallia was unsure if the child could even see her. Hells, she was the size of a pebble and hiding behind a giant bowl. Without moving, the little girl spoke up, her voice as soft as the little jammies she was in.

“Mm…Daddy, who are you talking to?” She asked groggily, rubbing her eye with a tiny fist. Vander looked down at Thallia before looking back at the girl, words lodged in his throat from the force of uncertainty in his thoughts.

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Bunny Kisses 💕🐇

I feel like Easter is one of Garrett's favorite holidays because he has an excuse to eat copious amounts of chocolate and say it's tradition lol. He probably does the same thing with Halloween, Christmas, Valentine's Day... basically any holiday involving food lol

Happy Easter! @okminer07

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Let him be gangsta 😞😔

Also I'm obsessed with the whale boy :>

Characters belong to @twistedtummies2

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My LE SSERAFIM Juno art because I missed her birthday 😭 ily Juno <3

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We gotta have an Arcane x Overwatch collab IM BEGGING

okay hear me out:

Pharah: Vi (badass lesbians who are actually sweethearts yet still kick ass, need I say more?)

Junkrat: Jinx (Crazy explosive-obsessed estranged gadget creators)

Ashe: Caitlyn (Both kinda rebels in a sense yet still have intriguing viewpoints on what's right and wrong) PLUS THE GUN HELLO?!

Sigma: Jayce (both inventors/engineers/scientists who eventually in some form got corrupted by their own work)

Hazard/Rammatra (prob Hazard): Viktor (both use the very things they once believed would help others and now use it to destroy while still thinking they're helping restore order)

Lucio: Ekko (two individuals who want the best for their people by making themselves seen/heard)

Sojourn: Mel (I know nothing abt Sojourn but she would look so pretty with her hair up like Mel's and a white dress and gold tattoos)

Moira: Silco (both sociopathic chemists that wish to break human morals to accomplish goals they believe will bring power to them) they also look so alike c'mon 😭

Junker Queen: Sevika (yearning for loyalty to their people and have some kind of redemption arc where they realize their own power) also the muscles on both of them HELLO

Venture: Isha (fan-favorite little miner/archaeologist kid with a funny, easy-going yet determined attitude)

Mauga: Vander (almost no correlation but how could I pass up the chance to see two characters I'm crazy for mashed into one?)

Im gonna be drawing concept art for this (in like twenty years lmfao)

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Nightmare on Reroll Street: Part 2 | Into the Arcane Launch Cinematic - Teamfight Tactics

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Guess who's sobbing over these silly critters based on League of Legends characters 💀

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They dug that

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It was me, I was the girl 😔

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THIS IS SO LATE IM SORRY

Happy (late) Birthday to @twistedtummies2 although I don't draw too much fan art of people's OCs, I've completely fallen in love with all of theirs and since its their birthday I figured I'd draw something :)

As always, your writing and character creation is amazing, I hope to see more of your work (mainly Overwatch lol) as you keep posting!

Drew your 'sona with mine, Tara, I feel like they'd get along well due to their shared...interests... Lmao

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY

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STORY PART 3

We finally get to meet the big (no pun intended) man who is my favorite Arcane character I've had so much fun writing how these two interact :>

Also I have almost no idea how to write Scottish accents I'm sorry

Thallia’s warm, heavy breath curtained over her face as she dashed through the abandoned streets of the Undercity, the streets dark and desolate. Legs pumping, her lungs heaved, her sinuses clogged with the scent of ashes and blood. She could hear the sounds of deep growling and low snarling. The sound of Zaun’s dogs hunting for small creatures that stalked the Undercity streets.

And in a way…that was her.

A sudden burst of pain flooded into her senses, and Thallia gasped, her legs giving out on her. As she hit the cracked concrete with a thud, she let out a desperate scream, her lungs burning with the sensation of smoke and rising bile. Thallia couldn’t even force her limbs to move; she felt numb, paralyzed.

Thallia’s chest heaved from the force of her breathing, and she tried to slow herself as her stomach tightened with her panting, her lungs contracting as she gasped. How in hell’s name had she escaped the lab of such a psychotic man…? Her body went numb with the thought, her entire body freezing and she swallowed thickly. She couldn’t even gather all of her thoughts before…

Thump! Thump!

Thallia’s heart stopped, dropping into the pit of her stomach and her mouth went dry. The faint sound of footsteps rang through her ears, making her bones shake in her skin. With each forceful thump, her mind was brought further back to reality, her heart beginning to hammer again as she forced herself to sit upright, her stomach lurching.

The footsteps drew closer, drawing Thallia’s mind further from her fantasies and her attempts to block out the noises. She kept her body still as a rock, trying to force herself to think…what could she do? A heavy sensation welled up in her chest, and she squeezed her knuckles, fighting the urge to vomit. It was from one prison to another, and she was all the way back at square one again; helpless and pathetic.

Thallia’s mind spun with the horrific realization that whatever it was was getting closer to her, and she felt her gut spiral with terror. A heavy cough rised in the back of her throat, and she gagged, her entire body shaking with nausea and fear, her tiny frame bouncing from the force of the footsteps that shook the very earth below her.

Her mind went back to her father, the man who set her on this journey. Maybe if she wasn’t so desperate for his approval, maybe she wouldn’t have wound up here. Maybe she was going crazy, or maybe it was because she felt she was so close to death, but she could practically sense his presence surrounding her, the faint smell of his pine-scented cologne and cigarette smoke wafting into her nostrils, making her body relax slightly…

Dad never smoked, Thallia thought to herself, grateful for the thought, but her body jolted as she took another whiff through her nose, her eyes widening with the horrible realization that she was in fact smelling cigarette smoke.

Dad never smoked, her mind screamed at her again. When her mind finally processed the realization that she needed to run, it was too late. A dark shadow enveloped her entire body, and Thallia felt her eyelids grow heavy just from the size of the dark cloak that shadowed her. She didn’t even want to look up, but her mind screamed at her to look. She fought the urge, trying her damndest to keep her guts inside her body as she felt her heart stop.

She heard a heavy breath echo in the small alleyway that surrounded her like a ravine, and she could smell that same scent again, the cigarette smoke that filled her nostrils with a heavy feeling that made the sides of her head pound and her throat and nose burn with tears. As her heart hammered in her chest, she took a deep breath, and lifted her head up, a shaky breath leaving her chapped lips as she made contact with a pair of large, soft sky-blue gray eyes that stared into her soul, making her heart drop once again.

Thallia’s eyes scanned the face that towered above her. The man was as big as Silco…no, scratch that, he was bigger. Huge, like a titan. Even if Thallia was her normal height, she had to guess he probably would’ve been at least a full two feet taller than her. But considering that she was the size of a pebble, he stood over like a tree trunk compared to an ant.

Her pupils moved rigidly over his features, almost as rough as the man himself looked, and she couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of excitement, but another wave of fear crashed over her when his massive hand reached to his lips, pulling the thin pipe out of his mouth and blowing the smoke to the side.

“Well, you don’t see this every day, huh?” His voice was a deep, vibrating timbre, one almost as rumbly as his footsteps. His accent made his voice all the more rougher, but Thallia couldn’t deny the slight gentle wisp that flowed through his words. The man chuckled, and Thallia swore she felt the ground shake. “I’m gonna guess that you’re lost, aren’t ya?”

Thallia couldn’t even force herself to nod, much less move at all. Her brain was still trying to comprehend everything, how one second she was investigating the production of Shimmer in the Undercity, and the next she was the size of an apple seed. Another chuckle left the man, the softness of his voice slowing down the thundering of her heart. He didn’t seem to find enjoyment in her fear, but more…like he was amused by something so small, like a toddler. She couldn’t blame him if that’s what she seemed like to him. He looked maybe almost fifty, and her newfound height wasn’t helping her cause whatsoever.

The burly man put the pipe back between his lips, fishing a pack of lighters from his pocket and lighting it, the smoke emitting from it almost the same shade as the streaks of gray that peppered his hair like lightning bolts. After a moment, he huffed, taking the pipe out of his mouth.

“Ya want up?” He asked, sounding much too casual for the fact that one single step could end the life of the tiny being just meters away from him. Thallia swallowed thickly, trying to predict his every move with every scan of her eyes. Finally, she nodded. The man chuckled and kneeled down onto the concrete, yet still towered over her, his shadow looming like a coming storm. With a flick of his tongue, his pipe moved to the corners of his lips, and he held out a massive hand to Thallia, his teeth gritting to keep a hold on the pipe.

With a hesitant step, Thallia’s worry slowly started melting away, and she slowly crawled into the hand of the giant, his calloused fingertips twitching slightly under her touch.

“You tickle, like a little mouse.” He observed, his mouth turning into a gentle, genuine grin.

Thallia’s heart jumped and she felt her body freeze. Mouse…that’s what she was, wasn’t she? Easy to pick on and destroy…It’s what Silco had said before-

Her throat tightened and she left out a shaky breath, her stomach lurching as she felt terror rise in the back of her throat. This guy couldn’t be working for Silco…could he?

The man seemed to pick up Thallia’s panic, and his grin slowly faded, his expression softening. He kept his body still, barely moving a muscle, almost as if he was trying to not startle a kitten.

“You alright?” he asked, his bassy voice dropping an octave, yet becoming as soft as silk. The words brought Thallia back to reality, almost like a ray of sun poking through a heavy storm. She nodded again, her muscles relaxing.

“...’m fine.” She managed to croak out. The sudden introduction of her voice made the smile appear back on the man’s face.

“Glad to hear it.” He replied, his voice still surprisingly gentle. He shifted his hand slightly, making Thallia jump. He snorted at her jumpiness, seeming almost entertained.

“I don't bite…well, unless ya want me to.” he teased, before pausing and thinking the words over in his head. After a moment , he let out another huff of soft laughter. “but I think that would kill ya, so, maybe no biting.”

Thallia’s heart sank, whether from fear or disappointment, she wasn't sure. Letting out the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding, she climbed into the giant’s hand, letting it encapsulate her like a fleshy, thick blanket. She clung onto one of his fingers for dear life, and with a sudden grunt, the man stood up, making Thallia sway like she was on a capsizing ship.

Thallia squeaked, the pathetic sound making her face flush and the giant chuckle. “Sorry, shoulda told ya I was standin’ up.” he apologized, cupping another meaty hand over his other. The sensation of being cornered on all sides by hot, humid walls almost made her hyperventilate. Seeming to sense her worry, the giant spread his fingers apart, letting small rays of dim streetlight and dusty air seep in through the gaps.

As the giant walked, Thallia couldn't help but feel her heartbeat begin to slow as she assessed her situation. This man was…calmer, less psychopathic, so that was already a plus. He walked slowly, keeping his balance, like he was worried about her. His consideration alone made Thallia's face grow warm, her knees pressing together as she sat on the giant's palm.

After a moment, Thallia finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper.

“...Sir…where'er ye taking me?” She asked softly, her voice cracking a little from her lack of water in the past few hours. The man didn't respond, and Thallia cleared her throat, tapping his palm.

He stopped walking, lifting his hands and staring at her with a curious, albeit slightly protective face. If he was anxious or disgusted at all, he was doing a good job hiding it.

Thallia couldn't help but feel her eyes wander over the giant's facial features, his piercing sky blue eyes locking onto hers with meticulous attentiveness. He kept the pipe glued to his mouth, only taking it out to speak for a moment. The way he grabbed the pipe and blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth made Thallia nearly swoon, and she mentally punched herself for being so inconsiderate.

“I have a bar not far from here, could let ya stay there until whatever…” he chose his next words carefully. “THAT is wears off.” He cocked a thick eyebrow at her figure, and Thallia nodded in agreement, but then pursed her lips.

“wouldn’t it jus’ be easier te take me t’the Enforcers?” She asked curiously, tilting her head to the side.

“This is the Lanes, sweetheart, we don't send our own kind to Enforcers.” He said, his tone slightly darkening. It was no secret Piltover and the Undercity hated each other like cats and dogs, but maybe the more she stayed here, she could figure out why. Piltover only allowed her to see so much…

“Yer own kind?” Thallia parroted, and he nodded.

“Christ, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're from Piltover.” He chuckled to himself. Thallia felt her throat tighten, and she forced a laugh.

“Och, naw…those fancy Piltover bastards, cannae even stand ‘em.” She stated, feeling her pride sinking into her feet as the giant let out a small chuckle.

“They ain't so bad after a while, well, most of ‘em, at least.” He hummed, keeping his hand open so Thallia could speak freely, but still keeping her safe and protected. “It’d be pointless either way to hand you over to the Enforcers, doubt they'd even give a shit or two.” He cleared his throat bashfully. “Didn't mean to swear at ya, apologies for that.”

Thallia chuckled. “Trust me, it's fine. Back home, ma mum used te swear like a sailor ev’ry day.” The giant let out a snort of laughter at her admission.

“Met very few folks with accents like yours that live in the Undercity, where ya from, anyway?” He asks, his tone growing curious.

“...Demacia, grew up there ma whole life.” Thallia admitted, her voice growing soft. “Left fer…business.” She paused, her eyes glancing away from the giant’s warm blue ones. It was true, she grew up in Demacia, a country of Runeterra famous for its stone-cold military, one to even be compared to Noxus. But after coming to Piltover, it seemed like only the Upper City could give her the career she longed for.

“Demacia, huh?” He pondered, sliding his pipe back through his lips, taking another puff of it. “Never been there, lived in Piltover my whole life, too. Well, just the Undercity.” He said, still keeping his stride quick but stable with Thallia in his hands. “What even brought you to Piltover-?”

“This discussions’ over.” Thallia interrupted, her voice coming out a little harsher than she intended it to. The man stopped talking, just nodding in acknowledgement. Thallia was worried she had upset him, but he quickly started talking again.

“Can I ask what happened?” He spoke suddenly. “Like why you're half the size of a needle?” Thallia nearly choked on her spit.

“Uhh…got poisoned by summat.” she said vaguely, and the man just tilted his head, signaling her to elaborate. “Took a weird drink of summat an’ woke up like this.” the way he stared at her made something crawl along her spine, almost like he was examining her for any lie. A few moments later, he nodded slowly.

“Lotta weird stuff out there, not to mention people.” He murmured. “Not like they can help themselves, though. Lot of ‘em strung out drugs or too broke to do much with themselves. Maybe if the Enforcers gave a damn we wouldn't seem like backwards barbarians with a screw or ten loose to them.”

Thallia laughed; a genuine, earnest laugh. But she quickly cleared her throat when she realized what she was laughing at and mumbled a quick apology under her breath.

“Don't apologize for the truth, it's almost funny, the fact those jackssses don't care about us is almost ironic, considering the shit they spout about being some united kingdom they don't seem to care about their own people digging their own graves.” He had a distant look in his eyes, almost like he was trying to remember something he lost long ago. Thallia felt her heart ache and she looked back up at the giant with sympathetic eyes.

“Maybe ye shuid run fer Councilor then,” she joked, making a grin curl at the ends of the giant’s lips, his bushy beard lifting up slightly with the movement. “Lek, I can see it. Councilor…” her voice trails off when she realized she hadn't even gotten this gentleman's name.

“Vander.” He finished her sentence for her, still hosting a gentle smile on his rugged face. “Maybe you could be my partner in crime, Councilor…”

“Thallia.” It was her turn to smile, finishing the man’s sentence.

“Right,” Vander nodded, sounding like a laugh was on the tip of his tongue. “Y’know, maybe once we find a way to get ya back to normal, this whole Piltover shit’ll blow over and we become Councilors, how about that?”

“Sounds like a big deal,” Thallia pondered, placing a hand on her chin to further sell her mock-curiosity. “...I like it.”

[pikethepicklearts]

STORY I'M YET TO HAVE A NAME FOR PART 2

She could still hear growling and rumbling behind her, her ears vibrating as she heard the snarling coming from just down the hall. A sudden burst ran through her, and her body jolted again, filled with adrenaline as she gasped for breath.

Suddenly, the chains rattled and Thallia could hear them hit the concrete floor. With a hideous shrieking sound, her heart stopped, and she could all of a sudden feel the burning pain in her calves. Panting, she barely had the strength to turn herself around, where she saw the massive shadow on the wall grow bigger with the creature's rapid approach. Thallia let out a desperate whimper, her legs shuffling again before she bolted, her short hair getting caught in her mouth, distracting her momentarily. Suddenly, she could feel something pull on her back and hoist her up again, just before being stuffed into a heavy, humid cavern that she soon recognized as hands.

She was trapped again. Whining with defeat and dread from certain death soon to come, the person that picked her up chuckled. It was a woman's vibrato, deep as Silco's and rough as the skin around his withered eye.

“Sevika!” Silco called out, his shout drowned out by the sound of Deckard’s claw-like hands thundering on the metal floor, running straight for Sevika. A moment later, Silco whistled, almost like he was taming a dog.

“This little one belong to you?” Sevika asked with a smirk, holding Thallia out in front of her like she was a pest.

“It wouldn't take a genius to figure that out.” Silco grumbles, and he snatched Thallia into his gloved hands, stuffing her into his pocket. While Silco and Sevika chatted idly, Thallia started once again suffocating in Silco's musty cloak pocket, panting for air like an asthmatic.

“What's the girl for? Much less a Piltie.” Sevika cocked an eyebrow at Silco's pocket, a soft grunt leaving her lips.

“Desperate people who suddenly view us as equals when they finally need something.” Silco answered, patting his pocket, his palm slamming into Thallia. “Shimmer had some…side effects.”

“No shit.” Sevika snorted, crossing her muscular arms over her broad chest. “What use is she to you?”

Silco smirked, not even trying to hide how giddy he was to torture Thallia for hours on end…wanting to see just how much she could take. “Valid question…I suppose I could feed her to Deckard,” he waved a hand to the monstrous boy, almost showing him off like a prized pig. “Or…maybe have her as a snack myself. Who knows what she would enjoy.”

Sevika took a step back, her siren eyes widening slightly. “No one enjoys that shit, Silco.” She grumbles in disbelief. Silco only chuckled.

“The human mind works in strange ways when under stress.” He patted his coat pocket again, and Thallia grunted. “Isn't that right little mouse?”

Sevika rolled her eyes and scoffed, obviously just as fed up with Silco's theatrics as Thallia was.

“Well, tell me when she's done…digesting, or whatever,” Sevika muttered with slight disgust. The way her voice rumbled and the thought of being digested…Thallia couldn't help the small shiver that ran through her. “I have a plan for us.”

Silco opened his coat pocket to take a quick glance at Thallia with a conflicted look. His gaze moved back up to Sevika and he nodded.

“I can leave her for now,” Silco nodded, and Sevika grinned. “I'll meet up with you later, I can leave her in the lab.”

Sevika nodded in approval, and lumbered off down the nearby hallway where she had come from. Thallia clutched onto her stomach, feeling her head beginning to pound harder with her anxiety. Her teeth dig firmly into her chapped lower lip, trying her hardest to keep everything that belonged inside her body inside of her body.

With a click of his heel, Silco made his way back down the stairs. Thallia clutched onto the inside fabric of his pocket, trying to keep the remnant flavor of Shimmer off of her tongue as she bounces up and down, her stomach lurching. The sensation pauses for a moment before she hears the familiar hideous screeching door open, and before she knows it, the somewhat bright laboratory light hits her eyes. She squints, and barely has enough time to react before she's picked up by the back of her shirt and set onto the wooden table.

Thallia's feet shuffle for a moment, and she lunges, trying to run anywhere. Silco seemed prepared for something like that, and he slammed a glass jar over her fleeing body. Trembling, Thallia turns around, making eye contact with Silco's dark, ominous ones.

“Stay there for a moment.” He hums, turning on his heel and leaving the room, the door latching shut. Thallia's heart pounds at an almost inhuman speed as her heavy breaths echo around her, wafting over her shaky body as she tries to take everything. Her chest heaves as she takes a few steps back, her head hitting against the back of the jar. She grunts, before tears come to her eyes, streaming down her dry cheeks and tickling her neck.

“Why…Why did I…?” She mumbles shakily under her breath, her voice hitching uncontrollably. She felt tears fall over her lips, wetting them as sorrow rises at the back of her throat. Her shoulders hitched, and for the first time in a while, she felt the tears actually leave her eyes, gathering at the corners before falling, all while she could only sit there and sob. The jar was beginning to get warmer, only feeding her helplessness as she sucked her head into her elbows.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling eased its way into her head, suffocating her veins and wrapping its tendrils around her nerves. The Shimmer…she had taken it…

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Thallia hoisted herself up, watching as the small blue veins in her arm became a heavy violet, and she felt another wave of panic rise within her. But also the feeling of…courage. No, this isn't right. She was trapped with no way out, destined to die at the hands of a carnivorous being that craves human flesh and blood. How could she not feel the same? Why was the Shimmer so different…?

Her fist flew to the glass, a heavy crack appearing in the middle of the wall that kept her encaged in the humidity of her own breath and struggle. Thallia breathed heavily, a surprised smirk forming at the corners of her lips. A shaky breath left her, and she struck again, the glass slowly cracking, a small lightning bolt formed from the strikes of her fist, gradually spreading outwards before...

CRASH!

Thallia gasped, hissing in pain as she squeezed her knuckles, which oozed blood and Shimmer. The glass around her had shattered, and she could breathe in the somewhat fresh, cool air around her. A gasping laugh left her, and she nearly passed out.

Freedom…what she finally had. If only her editor could see her now. Thallia’s eyes darted to the glass void that spanned the entirety of her view, separating her from the murky ocean that swirled around her like a hurricane. She swallowed thickly, darting off the table and onto a nearby wastebasket as another thought crossed her mind.

How the hell do I get out of here? Thallia thought to herself. She closed her eyes, her mind trying to retrace her steps. She approached the outside of the cannery…walked into an abandoned foyer, went to the left down a flight of stairs and found a balcony…which should be right outside the door.

The locked door.

Thallia groaned, running her dirt-caked hands through her scuffed up hair. Goddamn it, if she wasn't the size of a fucking pinto bean, maybe she could have a chance at picking the lock on the door. If she gathered one thing from breaking and entering, it was how to pick a lock. Maybe locks that were her size. But now that she’s losing a height check to a Firelight, she's starting to run out of options.

Wait…her mind swam with an idea, and her wavering grin widened and she bit back a chuckle. Hopping down from the wastebasket onto the grubby floor, she dashed towards the locked door, where a small enough crack created a tiny crevice between the door and the floor for her to squeeze through. It would be a tight fit, but she was positive she could make it.

“Hah, can't believe being the size of a dust bunny would have its advantages.” She cracked her shoulders and dropped to her belly, sucking in her stomach as she positioned herself at the edge of the doorframe. Her breath caught in her throat, and she gave herself a quick push, landing in the middle of the frame, which alongside the floor began squeezing like a boa constrictor. She felt the air fly from her lungs, her mind swimming with panic as she began to feel the pressure ease into her bones, making her pant with worry.

No…she couldn't give up. She couldn't die in the middle of a doorframe! With one last final push, she kicked herself through the other side of the door, her nose being assaulted with the harsh stench of iron and a strong sulfur smell. Climbing to her feet, she gagged, covering her nose as her back and abdomen slowly began to adjust to not being aggressively squeezed.

Knees buckling, Thallia stumbled down the hall, her head swimming through her own thoughts, wading through each idea and terror that flooded her brain. Her legs felt like they were about to give out on her as they shook. Her eyes widened through the hazy dust as she took in the sight of the long, metal balcony hallway, spanning far beyond her view. She could feel her heart sink just at the sight of it. Thallia shook her head, trying to dismiss the thoughts that formed in her head, her own psyche getting to the best of her, telling her she couldn’t do it.

With a heavy exhale, she moved her legs; one in front of the other, slowly building up momentum before she broke into a run. Thallia’s lungs pulpatated, gasping for breath as she built up a rhythm, dashing along the metal floor, her small footsteps skittering along the floor as her legs pumped, her calves slowly burning.

As she ran, Thallia’s eyes flicked through the extremely small holes that peppered the ground underneath her. Like a hawk, her pupils locked onto a lanky, skeleton-looking man that was hunched over a beaker of Shimmer, the purple glow tainting his face.

Thallia swallowed thickly, trying to keep her eyes ahead of her instead of down. Pumping her legs, she finally reached yet another door. Fortunately, it was one she was able to squeeze under. As she emerged on the other side, her eyes widened in horror as she took in step after step, mountain after mountain that took up her eyesight.

“Lady Janna above.” Thallia murmured to herself. As her brain buzzed with worry, she felt the ground tremble with the force of Deckard chasing after her, the sound of claws scraping through the rusted metal ringing in her ears with the pain of a thousand knives.

She felt her blood boil with adrenaline and Shimmer again, and with a sudden bullet of desperation, she lunged, hoisting herself up onto the first stair and panting like a psycho. Only twenty more of these to go…

[pikethepicklearts]

STORY YET TO HAVE A NAME PART 1

So I'm not much of a writer, but I'm too lazy to draw right now, so here's a little g/t story with my favorite Arcane character. I dunno how much of this I wanna write tho cuz I have smth going for Viktor, too 😔 and I plan to make art for this series too 😀😭

So here it is (sorry for not being active)

Thallia’s entire body was numb, her chest tight and her legs tingling like champagne. Her eyelids fluttered, her pupils shifting around underneath her closed lids, which slowly opened. This was exactly what she remembered, the dim lights and the musky air, which smelled strongly of smoke, iron and sulfur.

A numbing pain stung on her back suddenly, and she winced, hissing between her teeth. She tried to sit up, only to be met with an aching throbbing in her shoulders. Falling back onto the cold metal beneath her, the back of her head thumped, and she was met with another round of pain. The back of her neck tensed, her teeth gritting against the other, her tongue dry with the lingering taste of Shimmer.

“Janna, help…” Thallia groaned breathlessly, her lungs tightening as she spoke. Blinking again and swallowing thickly, she found a sudden surge of adrenaline. Hoisting herself up, she felt her head swoon, and she nearly toppled over, bile rising in the back of her clenched throat.

A heavy exhale left her chapped lips, her vision growing clearer, less fuzzy. The green-brown lanterns above her swung ever so slightly with the underground breeze, but…they were…no, she had to be dizzy, still; A side effect of the Shimmer. The lights were…gigantic, larger than her body, the size of a building at the very least.

She felt something drop in the pit of her stomach, her heart nearly stopping and her chest tightening. Her throat constricted like a boa constrictor, and she felt something rise in the back of her throat.

Her chest heaved with her breaths, and she doubled over, curling into a fetal position and gripping her biceps with strained fingers. A buzzing hummed through her head, and the lights flickered with rapid zest. Even though Silco told her the Shimmer would have after-effects, this isn't what he promised. She chugged the purple colored toxin expecting to leave with nausea and aches, but not a disproportionate perceived sense of size.

A string of distant thuds caught her attention, drawing her from her internal struggle back into the depths of Silco’s lab, where she had passed out just…she didn't even know how long she had been out.

Another thump, sounding like a thunderclap. She clamped her calloused hands over her ears, which were nearly frozen cold to the touch. She felt her entire body vibrate with each thump, rhythmic and perfectly timed as the only got louder. Thallia’s eyes widened and her stomach dropped even further with the realization that thuds were steps-a gigantic person descending stairs. Her brain almost broke with the even more morbid realization that whatever it was that was walking was getting closer.

Without a second thought, she scrambled, her legs confused in which direction to move in. To be fair, she didn't know where she was running, but she just knew she needed to get out of here, right now. Her dark rose eyes shot up from her feet, staring ahead of her to see meters upon meters of dark brown wood. What made her head hurt even more was the even larger glass bottles scattering the surface, each filled to the brim with odd-colored liquids, each one bubbling and murky-looking.

As she ran, every thought about her current situation raced in her head, sprinting and flashing through her brain like gunshots. She couldn't even feel the burning sensation in her calves, her mind was overrun with thoughts-fears and questions that she didn't even know if she wanted answered.

The thumping reached a pitch that made the table underneath her shake, and Thallia stumbled, falling flat face first with a soft thud. A warm heat spread throughout her nose, and she cried under her breath, hesitantly bringing a dirt-caked hand to her nose, only to feel it soak with blood.

As she lay vulnerable and terrified on the gargantuan table, she heard what sounded like a horrible screeching sound ring through her ears, rattling her brain. Thallia covered her ears with her hands, her stomach vibrating with the sound. The sound was so ear-grating that she could feel her blood boiling to a pitch, pounding in her ears, making her head throb. When the horrid sound stopped echoing through her brain, she slowly removed her hands from her ears. She could hear that familiar booming sound of giant footsteps, this time even closer than what she hoped was possible.

“Where did my little mouse go?” A smooth, yet elegantly rough voice rang through the laboratory. The sound was loud, but not quite as deafening as the earlier screaming of what she just now realized were door hinges squeaking.

Her heart beat at a pace that she didn't even realize was humanly possible, her stomach roiling with terror. Through her scrambled thoughts and her heavy breathing, a surefire thought popped into her brain, and she blinked rapidly.

That voice, that was Silco…

That motherfucker…Thallia's fear soon turned to outrage and betrayal, her breathing faster, but for another reason now. She pulled herself to her feet, but then her heart stopped as another thought entered her brain, sounding like another voice speaking to her.

He did this to me, I'm vulnerable…she thought to herself, her heart pounding with fear again. She swallowed thickly and clenched her knees together. He could kill me if he wanted to right now…

“Ah, there's my little plaything.” Without warning, a wave of hot breath washed over her body. She squealed like a mouse, making Silco chuckle sadistically above her. She felt a force pull her up, and Thallia screamed out. Her legs dangled helplessly in the air, her arms wrapping around her chest tightly.

As she felt her body rotating, Thallia could only gasp and pant, praying to Janna that her goddess would save her from whatever was happening. She clamped her eyes shut until she felt her body go surprisingly still. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, only to be met with a large, similar pair; one dark as onyx and the other a flaming orange.

“You're smaller than I left you.” Silco purred, the sound resonating in his throat. Thallia didn't even want to know what he was implying, and she felt her stomach drop at the teasing intention of his words.

“...Whit did ye do…?” She found the words subconsciously leaving her mouth, and Silco just hummed at her fear.

“You’ve brought this upon yourself.” He replied nonchalantly, still keeping Thallia in a firm grip between his two claw-like fingers. Thallia’s brows furrowed further, and he chuckled. “Were you not the one to consume the Shimmer?”

Thallia took a labored breath and nodded slowly. Silco only let out another snort of amusement. “And I warned you it was merely just a prototype of the byproduct of this experimentation?” Thallia nodded slowly again, feeling her eyes sting with realization.

“This is merely a…side effect.” Silco clicked his tongue, looking off into the distance, sounding more like he was talking to himself rather than Thallia. She felt her stomach rolling with not just fear, but also disgust. She has heard what the folk in the Undercity said about Silco, how he was a sadistic crime lord, with little to no compassion. But seeing it in person when she was as vulnerable as she was…it made her brain freeze with pure terror.

Silco looked back down at Thallia, a smirk tugging on the side of his thin lips. “Oh, don't be so alarmed, you got yourself into this mess.” He tutted, his grip on the back of Thallia’s shirt growing firmer. “But…I don't have much of a purpose for you any more. You're about as useless as a dying lab rat-”

“‘IS AIN'T WHAT I ASKED FER!” Thallia screamed, her throat burning with the force of her words. Silco was momentarily taken aback by her sudden aggression, but his shock shifted back to amusement.

“And this isn't what I promised.” He said lowly, his voice so devoid of empathy that it made Thallia sick to her stomach. His grip softened, and he leaned back into his chair, relaxed compared to Thallia’s frantic behavior. Thallia’s entire body jerked with Silco's sudden movement, her stomach rising with bile as her body rocks around like a ship in a storm.

“Now what to do with you…? the mice always get fed to the cat, after all.” He thought to himself, purposefully speaking aloud to edge Thallia on. Her heart leapt into her throat, and her stomach clenched with worry, but she couldn't deny the way something in her core tingled with anticipation at the thought. Silco didn't seem to notice, and he snapped his fingers with realization.

“Perhaps you could be used as fuel for another…experimentee of mine.” He hums, smirking at Thallia before his massive hand closes around her, trapping her in the warm walls of his fingers and palms. Thallia could feel her head pounding with adrenaline, her entire body numb as she began to hyperventilate.

Suddenly, the fingers around her clamp a little tighter and rock violently, making Thallia feel another wave of warmth in her throat that she could only describe as nausea. The stress and shakiness of everything weighing on her mind and tiny body only made her head and stomach spin and spiral like an amusement park ride. She felt like she was in one right now, rocking back and forth, bouncing around the walls of a dark and humid claustrophobic space gave her the sensation of rising in some sick, twisted version of a gravity ride.

Suddenly, she drops. As Thallia’s stomach sinks in her body, she hears the familiar thumping of Silco's footsteps, his shoes clacking on the metal floor. Less than a second later, she lands into yet another tight, musty space devoid of light. She bounces back and forth as Silco walks, listening to her own heavy breathing while she sits helplessly trapped in his coat pocket.

Mumbling softly to herself, Thallia clamped her eyes and hands shut, whispering desperate prayers to Lady Janna. She begged for freedom, for safety, to be anywhere but here. Her voice trembled as she prayed, but she could feel no presence of her goddess surrounding her, just the empty hum of helplessness that poured through every vein in her body. She hadn’t even noticed that Silco had stopped walking, not until she heard another god-awful screech of door hinges being swung open.

A rush of cold, musty air flowed over Silco’s body, entering into the fabric of his pocket and making Thallia shiver. She clung her elbows around her chest, holding her arms close to her shaking body. After a few moments of silence, she saw a brief glimpse of dim light before feeling the familiar sensation of fingers tugging at her back, hoisting her up out of Silco’s pocket. Her legs swung helplessly underneath her, her stomach leaping into her throat as she stared at the vast view that expanded far beyond her miniature eyes could take in. Her eyes were drawn to the mountain-esque horizon of a window, trapping her and the mad scientist from the murky Undercity water and monstrous fish that loomed outside.

With a sudden jerk, Thallia was pulled towards a desk, her body swinging like a wrecking ball on a chain. Silco’s hands wandered aimlessly around an open desk drawer, still holding Thallia like a bug on his fingers. After a few moments, he produced a small, rusted key from the mahogany drawer, holding it in his unoccupied hand.

As Silco started walking again, Thallia’s body shook with fear and the force of Silco swinging her around midair-only being held upright by his two fingers. Her stomach lurched, and sweat dripped from her brow as the sensation of nausea creeped further up her throat.

A heavy, rusted squeak rang through the laboratory once again, the sound already embedded in Thallia’s ears. As terrified as she already was, she felt her limbs go cold and her heart freeze when a deep growl resonated from deep within the dark chamber. Her head only started to form thoughts when Silco started speaking again.

“Mice: such…delicate creatures. Contributing nothing to an already broken world by being nothing but pests and meals for the truly magnificent of this world.” He exhaled, his grip slightly loosening on Thallia before tightening again, as if he was getting lost in his own thoughts. “You are powerless here. You did not fight hard enough for it, and you never will.”

Silco took another step into the dark room, the sound of chains rattling becoming apparent in the echoing chamber. Thallia's heart rate spiked, her breasts heaving from the force of her breathing. Another growl rattled through the room and shook Thallia from head to toe. As another growl sparked from the shadows of the cell, Silco merely hummed with nonchalance, his eyes and grasp on her surprisingly gentle, yet ominous.

“Deckard! I have a meal for you.” Silco called out to whatever was lurking in the shadowy depths around them, Thallia's body jolting with another electrocuting shock of fear through her heart, squeezing all the air out of her tiny lungs.

An ear-splitting screech rang through the room, toned with anguish and relentless bloodlust. Her chest panged with panic, and she could feel her head sway as her eyelids fluttered open and closed, her mouth swelling with drool and bile as she tried not to gag, the terror rising in her throat.

Through the deep shadow, a single crusted foot, almost claw-like, unsheathed itself from the shadows before momentarily hesitating. With another ear-splitting howl, the creature fully emerged from the darkness and Thallia's heart leapt into her throat.

A boy…twisted and broken, limping and howling like a monster…broken purple veins and muscle tearing from his rotten flesh, breaking free from him like a caged beast. The Shimmer, corrupted and contorted the body of this innocent boy, warping him into this…his eyes brimming with anguish and pain, his pupils twitching with the need for freedom from the rattling chains binding him to the crumbling wall. A freedom for life, and a freedom for carnage.

A heavy gag heaved from Thallia's chest, her stomach roiling as she fought back the aftertaste of the Shimmer rising up her throat, her mouth swelling.

“Quite the specimen, isn't he?” Silco preened with admiration, his own creativity reaching the bounds of man that Thallia had never had the misfortune of meeting. Perhaps some levels of the human mind should forever be caged away…just like this boy. The difference between Deckard and Silco was that one was born twisted…and the other poisoned by venom of a predator that stalked from behind the treeline.

“... Ye're sick…” Thallia coughed out, her mind a base of anxiety and Shimmer. Silco just barely let out a snort of amusement.

“Sick or powerful?” He ponders, slowly swirling Thallia around his fingers like a pen. She yelped, and Silco stopped, examining her tiny figure closely. Deckard snarled, and Silco adjusted, holding his arm out to dangle Thallia in front of the boy’s twisted maw, oozing saliva and Shimmer bile.

Thallia's entire heart stopped, her head numb and her eyes fluttering. Every sense and nerve in her body was completely numb, entranced and petrified, while every single muscle in her tiny frame trembled and shivers with pure terror, her mind internally fighting itself, debating what she should do…

Suddenly, Deckard yowled, and lunged at Thallia. She barely had time to think as the chains rattled and she felt the hot, moist breath of the twisted boy wrap around her body. She gasped and felt her heart leap, before Silco pulled her away from the drooling maw at the last second. Thallia gasped and panted, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. All the while, Silco just laughed, a low, sarcastic sound that made something crawl in her spine. She was just mere moments away from death, and all Silco did was laugh.

“You didn't think I'd just hand you over, did you?” He raises his eyebrow with mock questioning. “No, no, you're worth quite the spectacle…a young detective from Piltover who stumbled into the wrong alleyway…”

He leaned close, his hot and stale breath wafting over Thallia, making her gag again. “...only to disappear completely…never to be found in the belly of the beast.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, her stomach swirling with fear but something even further below tingling with arousal, her face warm. She prayed to Janna that she wasn't blushing.

She wobbled up and down as Silco chuckled again, a small smirk prying at the corners of his lips. “However, something tells me you wouldn't mind that, would you?” He poked her flushed cheek with his massive finger, and Thallia gritted her teeth, trying not to give into the urge to let Silco willingly feed her to the beast. However, she realized that she'd probably be chewed to a bloody pulp before reaching his stomach, and her thoughts of arousal were again replaced with fear.

“Maybe…just maybe, I could just…” as Silco tilted his head back, her heart pumped with adrenaline, her blood boiling like fire. “...get a small taste…”

GO! NOW!!

Without a second thought, Thallia sank her teeth into Silco's thumb. He let out a sharp hiss of pain, and Thallia felt her stomach drop as she dropped, the wind rushing around her as she plummeted. Moments later, she managed to grab onto part of Silco's coat, and she latched on, the rugburn stinging in her hand as she slid all the way down to his shoes.

“Dammit! Deckard!” Silco growled under his breath and went to undo the chains, working as fast as he could to unlock them. As he struggled, Thallia ran like she never ran before, her legs pumping like a machine and her lungs on fire. She couldn't even feel anything anymore, just the voice in her head screaming at her to run away while she still could.

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Cece still can't believe they're dating :)

COMIC BASED ON THE MOVIE NIGHT DABBLE FROM @okminer07

Sorry I haven't uploaded in forever 😔😭 I low-key forgot abt my Tumblr acc

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