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Vanco Fanfic: "The Power to Forgive"

CHAPTER 1

For the first time in his life, Vander finally felt at peace.

The bar was running steady, his kids were safe and making lives of their own, the people of Zaun were well and truly living the lives they’ve always deserved. Even Piltover was FINALLY working with them to better the future.

Better yet, he had his strong, courageous, and ever the badass husband and best friend, at his side to see it all.

Everything was amazing and nothing like he’d ever dreamed of. It was more than he ever could have imagined. He never once thought Silco, his brother-in-arms, would have ever forgiven him for the crimes he had committed against him. Damn, he wouldn’t have forgiven himself if not for the other man’s patient sense of comfort and reassurance.

But as Silco told Ekko that one day so long ago: the greatest power in the world, was the power to forgive. And pray Janna, he would never forget that. With the day waning quickly and the afternoon rushing in upon them, there was just one thing on his mind.

Just one thing out of sorts in his reminiscing.

JANNANGIVE was supposed to be a festive familial holiday, one that Vander wished to share with EVERY Zaunite, but the bar was only so big—there was only so much room to fit everyone he cared about within its walls. Even so, he wanted to make this holiday memorable. It’d be the first one since he and Silco tied the knot, and they’d be celebrating together as a full family, give or take a few absentees.

With that said, he knew there were still a few important things he needed to finish up the festive spread he and Powder had planned. She was the only other pair of hands, besides Claggor, that he trusted to help out with the food, but with the young man (Janna hear his prayer that boy don’t get taller than him) working on decorating the big open space and table that was to be their dining location for the night, he didn’t want to ruin the kids groove.

The decorations they chose together were simple but just as colorful. Courtesy of a few Pilty friends upstairs, he was able to gather a lot of different options to use and scatter around in and outside of the building. According to Powder, it helped make everything look “cozy”.

Who was he to argue with that?

As he tended to and bid farewell to a leaving customer, he heard soft mumbles from behind him, no doubt coming from the half-ajar pantry door. It occurred to him that maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to find someone for the job of errand running after all.

“Aye, sweetness! Think you could run inta the market for me to grab a few things?” He called, hoping the slithery man ransacking his poor pantry heard him through the remaining bustle of the bar. It was still quite early, but he wanted to make sure those without a family to spend the holiday with, at least got to spend some of their time here, surrounded by good and caring people.

A rough shuffle along with a soundless hum of acknowledgment replied before his downright gorgeously handsome husband peaked around the pantry doorway, the yellowed light of the small bulb within illuminating the unmarked side of his face. The light allowed for the pearlescent ocean blue of his working eye to almost glow.

It had Vander starstruck for just a moment, being unable to tear his gaze away from the smaller man’s face and posture, taking note of the way his waist cinched ever so sinfully into the tight pair of black pants he wore. It had him practically frozen in place with awe as he admired the canary that captivated him daily.

Realizing Vander had yet to give him a proper reply of his own, Silco scoffed, completely unsurprised at his husband’s glorified drooling, before shuffling back into the pantry to, assumingly, retrieve all the pre-bought items they already had and needed for whatever Vander and their daughter had planned for the festive feast later that evening.

“Whatever it is, make a list. There’s no way in all of pit I’m going to remember what you need.” Silco called, stepping out of the pantry once more, closing the small hinged door, and shutting off the light. He made his way over to the bar counter, setting down what Vander saw were instead the ingredients Powder specifically needed for her famous pie.

How that girl was able to make it taste exactly like her mother’s without a properly written recipe, Vander would never know. He huffed a deep spurt of laughter all the same.

“A list? What are ya, can’t rely on your memory anymore at your age, old man?” He teased, propping his elbow on the bar, his body facing toward the shorter man. His hip popped out a bit the more he leaned his weight against the bar top. From the unhidden glance his husband made at his protruding hip, he could guess the popping was greatly appreciated. “Toldja, need to work on keeping your mind sharp.” Smiling, he poked his finger at his temple, following his words.

This only had Silco huffing with a smile all his own, dangerous yet gentle as he rolled his eyes.

“If I recall correctly, it is you who is the eldest between us two you haggard old barkeep.” The man teased right back. Anyone in the near vicinity could understand the clear implications between their words, the age-old flirtatious arguing that had always followed them now as prevalent as ever.

It would surely have Mylo writhing on the floor with a gag if he had been present, still unused to seeing the two lords of Zaun have at it with such love and disgusting amounts of affection. Although still new for them, Vander would not have it any other way, even at the expense of Mylo’s sanity.

“Eh, we’re bout the same. Give or take a few months I’m sure.” He said, running a rough hand through the loose strands of grey hair he sported. He chose to keep it mostly down today from his usual half-up bun he wore on the daily. It had greyed out quite a bit within the past few years, most of his natural brown having faded by now.

Silco himself had a few large streaks of a similar shade coursing through the sides of his head, but their slight age difference showed true with the differing amounts shared between them. Even with his changing physique, it was a look he knew his husband had yet to tire of, considering their nightly endeavors and the ever-present and lingering touches they left on one another's skin.

The moments when the slimmer man seemed to barely be able to keep his hands to himself and out of his hair were rare, but Vander couldn’t blame him considering the amount of time his own hands spent around that equally enticing waist.

It was pretty much a win-win in his books.

He heard the other man hum quietly as he arranged the ingredients for Powder to use later. She had made a run to her and Ekko’s place for something. She hadn’t mentioned what.

“Wouldn’t it make more sense for Powder to grab it? She is, after all, out and about at the moment.” Silco mentioned. “I’d much rather stay here and…oversee other endeavors of the evening.” Smirking, ignoring the boxes and small bottles for now as he too leaned against the counter on his elbow, his own hip popping out a bit as his weight sat similar to Vanders.

“Oh? Don’t trust me ta keep the place up and runnin’ in your absence?” Vander leaned forward a little bit, their faces only inches apart now. Just a second later he felt a hand on his hip, gripping into his belt loops tightly to pull him in closer to the other man. The front of their hips collided to rest against one another, causing the bigger man to let out a slightly strangled rush of air from his lungs. He saw a smirk play upon Silco’s lips before the shorter man tipped up to plant a sweet and soft peck of a kiss upon his cheek.

“I trust you with everything.” Was his quiet murmured reply. “Which means in this case, I guess I COULD leave you to run to the market for whatever it is you forgot this time.” He smiled devilishly, moving away from Vander to finish grabbing the rest of the spices from the bar cupboards that Powder needed for the pie.

His husband’s sudden absence left a cold air around him, causing him to shiver slightly from the rushing frost that crept its way through the old floorboards of the bar. Vander would never tire of Silco’s cocky and teasing personality but damn the man for always riling him up at the wrong time.

He heaved a heavy and controlled sigh as he adjusted his pants and belt, the move not going unnoticed by Silco himself as he caught another smirk plastered across the man's stupidly handsome face. Curse Janna, he promised to himself that he’d rectify that ego later tonight.

“You bitchy little⎯” He caught himself in another gruff inhale. “Alright then, lemme write up that list for ya.” With a curt little hip check as he passed the shorter man, he grabbed a small notepad sitting on the opposite end of the bar he used for orders and a lone pen he had lying around to jot down the ingredients he had forgotten. “This should be it, just need a few gravies and them golden starches for the mash later.” He tore the paper from its pad, folding it once before stuffing it into the back pocket of his husband’s pants, having wind his hands around Silco’s waist to reach.

He once again earned an exaggerated eye roll from the leaner man, at the same time two thin arms rose to wind around his thick neck, dexterous hands running through the soft wavy tresses of his hair.

“I can’t believe you forgot two of the most important components of the potatoes. Milo would be furious to know.” Those same twin pair of fingers scratched at Vander’s scalp, pulling a low mumbled hum from his throat.

“You insult me so my little canary. Aren’tcha the one that said I’m old?” His hands tightened slightly around the shorter man’s waist. “My mind ain’t what it used to be.”

Silco smirked once more.

“Guess we’ll have to work on keeping that mind of yours nice and SHARP, as you said.” With one last pull of his hair, Silco let go to walk over to a lone chair in the far corner of the bar, grabbing his coat and scarf that sat resting on the piece of worn furniture.

“Damn, when you put it that way, might as well take you upstairs right now.” Vander teased, following close behind him like a lost puppy. “We can work on sharpening OTHER things.”

“Hah, kiss my ass you dog.” Silco snapped back with an almost shit-eating grin. It had Vander’s hackles rising with a small burst of adrenaline as he lumbered over to stand tall above his husband, his own teeth bared in a hungry grin.

“Oh, I’ll fucking EAT it you dirty little⎯”

“UM?! EW!” They heard a sudden squawk along with the rustling of a bag being set on the counter. The exclamation had both men whipping their heads toward the voice and low and behold, there stood Mylo, along with Claggor and Ekko not too far behind, with a look of disgust on his face. “Can’t you guys be all lovey-dovey and gross in private? I deal with enough of that on the daily with this smoocher and his tag-along cotton candy bomb.” He stated, waggling his fingers behind him towards Ekko.

The younger artist couldn’t help but blush at the teasing jab at his love life, but he quickly snapped back with a jab of his own.

“At least I HAVE a tag-along, Mylo.” Ekko defended as he took a seat at the bar top, opening his bag to rustle through it. “All you have is big googoo eyes and a crush.” Mylo placed a hand on his chest, recreating a “shot to the heart” motion as he purposely stumbled over and caught himself on the tall counter.

“Oh, how you hurt me so dear Ekko!” He cried. “You have fully surpassed me in quick-witted insults my apprentice! I couldn’t be more proud!” Everyone in the near vicinity chuckled at the young man’s loud antics, fully used to the bustling noise and grand actions of the owners and patrons.

Vander could see Claggor shake his head in exasperation behind the duo as he took a seat next to Ekko.

“Decor’s all done Pops.” The young man said, running a hand through his hair as he saddled up cozy in the bar stool he had claimed. “Anything else need tending to?”

The bartender smiled, finally stealing his attention away from his distracting husband. He strode over to the counter and leaned forward on it, the juts of his hip causing his ass to stick out as he folded his forearms under him atop the surface.

“Nah, that should be bout it unless Pow’s got something else she wants to add when she gets back.” He replied, taking note of the shuffling sounds behind him of Silco grabbing the rest of his things. “Although, I guess you could go to the market to grab some things for me?” The offer was mostly just an excuse to keep his husband here with him in all honesty, but Claggor didn’t need to know that.

“Ah-ah-ah.” Came that same smooth tone. “You already asked and it’s too late to stop me.” Vander didn’t turn around, but he could guess the small smile in Silco’s words. “Give the lad a break would you.”

Vander let out a deep laugh, Claggor muffling his own small one as he got up to follow Mylo and Ekko as they headed towards the small little seating area Vander had setup not too long ago. A few chairs, a sofa or two, and a coffee table dominated the space, but it was as Powder would insistently say, “cozy” and simple. Just the way he liked it.

“Never could stop ya before, why try now.” Turning his head a smidge to the left, he felt Silco slide right in next to him, their arms and bodies flush together. The shorter man leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss into Vander’s slightly dry lips, both men closing their eyes to revel in the familiar sensations taking over their minds and bodies.

Pulling away slightly, they quickly reconnected as their foreheads brushed softly. A silent and soft goodbye to grace the distance they’ll spend apart.

The scarred man murmured a soft hum, Vander feeling the woosh of his breath against his face.

“I won’t be long.” Stepping away, the tall burly man was shocked to feel a quick pat of a hand on his ass before his rascal of a companion went around the partition of the bar to head out the front door with a curt wave.

What a brat.

Notes: Chapter 2 ongoing!

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zaundads · 14 days ago

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I adore it!

Lucky 14 for the Zaundads Artbook Raffle :)

Was really looking forward to seeing full on Warwick in season 2, oh well...

My contribution for @zaundads

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zaundads · 11 days ago

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Charity Donation has been made.

At the request of @renfielddearisback to

Buying the Art Book is proving surprisingly hard, it appears to be sold out on amazon. My desperation was big enough, I even wrote the artbooks author!

Alas, that is the power of Arcane :D

We still placed the order, fingers crossed they'll actually have books by January.

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zaundads · 13 days ago

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Submissions are closed now for the artbook raffle :)

I hope I got everybody, I went by the mentions:

And I got one case where the mention didn't show up for me, so the person contacted me directly.

I hope I got everyone. In the end I received 17 submissions.

Thank you everybody for taking part! I hope you had a good time!

I threw that 17 into a number generator and the winner is:

I'll now unsticky the original contest, contact the winner and post proof once I have sent. In case the person in question already bought the art book in the meantime, I'll reroll.

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coolclassicmusicbookcollector · 14 days ago

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Notes: I fell down the Arcane Rabbit Hole. This is more of rewrite/add-on of the Vander Flashback scene in Season 2 ep. Blisters and Bedrock. I wanted to add more Silco and Power/Jinx parallels as well as Jayvik Partnership. I also want to add more to middle of it but then it would get way too long to post. I'll post the link with extra - but unnecessary - content later if curious.

In the warm, cheery quiet of the Last Drop, the day's weariness melted away with each hearty laugh and clink of glasses. Behind the bar, Vander finished topping off Huck's drink with practiced ease and a warm smile, then set about cleaning the bar with a rag. His movements were smooth and familiar, a comforting routine in the midst of the evening's bustle. Vander couldn't help the burst of pride he felt looking over the bar—the community—they had built together. A thriving, safe place in the Undercity, free of threats or violence, where everyone could relax and enjoy each other's company.

'Well, almost everyone,' Vander thought with exasperated fondness. As usual, Silco was seated at the bar, scribbling in his notebook, his sharp eyes completely focused on his writing.

Vander's head perks up as the jukebox plays a familiar tune.

'There's a girl in town and word's gone around she's just fine'

Felicia looks over with a smirk, then dances her way over to the bar with fellow Zaunites hooting and calling after her.

“What’s the occasion?” Vander asks, already getting several glasses out.

“Hmm, can’t a lady just be in the mood for a familiar song?” she replies with a chuckle as the mood goes back quiet.

“Haha, not this lady, and not this song,” Vander teases, grinning while filling the glasses.

“Tonight a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community becomes a reality,” Felicia toasts, raising her glass.

“Tonight, eh? You hear that, Bozo #2? We made it. We're done,” Vander says, looking towards Silco.

“Oh, you’re sadly mistaken," Silco counters with an air of solemn gravity, finally looking up from his journal. "I’m Bozo #1.” He smirks, eliciting laughter from Felicia.

“A night of revelations,” Vander jokes.

Felicia takes a deep breath. “I’m knocked up."

Vander and Silco's eyes meet, widening with surprise. Without missing a beat, Vander switches Felicia’s glass of wine with a cup of orange juice and a straw, his movements quick and caring.

"A girl.”

“How do you know?” Vander asks.

“Mm. Wasn’t really part of my plan, but guess that’s everything when you’re living week to week,” Felicia explains as Silco closes his journal.

"What did Connol say?"

Felicia looks over her shoulder to where Connol is sitting with the other miners. “I haven’t told him." She looks back to Vander, holding onto her arms. "Working up the nerve. I don’t know anything about kids. I get sweaty being alone with one.”

“Hey, you’re gonna be a great mother,” Vander reassures her.

“Shut up. I’m not ready for that,” Felicia retorts, shaking her head. “I started trying to come up with a name, and it hits me that this one word is a decision she’s gonna live with her whole life. I can’t protect her from all the shit down here and work out how to be a parent at the same time." Silco glances towards Vander. Felicia always has this energy, a spark that is usually snuffed out in the Undercity. To see her so scared is worrying.

Finally, the fear and vulnerability slide away as she smirks at the two of them. "Then I realize, I don’t have to.”

“Hmm? Why’s that?” Vander asks, his curiosity piqued.

“Because the second I tell you, I put you on the hook,” Felicia says with a chuckle. “You two are gonna figure this Zaun thing out. I don’t care if you have to carve it out of the bedrock, covered in blisters. You’re not allowed to fail anymore. For her. For me."

Vander and Silco exchange a determined glance.

"What’s the point if we can’t raise an ankle biter or two?” Vander retorts.

Silco raises his glass. “To Zaun, then. Blisters and bedrock”

“Blisters and bedrock,” Vander echoes, clinking his glass against Silco's.

“Blisters and bedrock,” Felicia echoes with a smile.

“I’ve always liked the name Violet,” Vander suggests gently with a smile as he finishes his drink. "Now go tell Connol and if he reacts with anything but support tell me, and I'll have a nice chat with him after I grab my gauntlets."

Felicia smirks before making her way back over to the table, her cup of orange juice in hand. Connol greets her with a smile then shoots her a puzzled look after seeing her drink.

Silco and Vander watch with amusement as Connol's eyes widen, his expression shifting from confusion to joy. He jumps up, pulling Felicia into a tight hug before lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.

The commotion catches the attention of the other patrons, cheers and congratulations filling the room as people gather around the couple, patting Connol on the back and offering Felicia warm smiles and words of encouragement.

"Hmm, well what do you know. Fable-tales do exist in the Undercity," Silco comments with false sardonicity. He's just doing it to get a rise out of Vander. His tongue is already on the tip of his mouth, ready to respond to Vander's 'you pointy bastard'—the only person he would allow to say those words to him, the only person who could say that without scorn, voice dripping with warmth, turning what should be an insult into the highest of praise.

"Yeah, it's great, isn't it?" Vander's voice has a dreamy, almost wistful edge.

He looks at Felicia and Connol, their faces practically shining with happiness—a rare sight in the lines that wasn't preceded by drugs or alcohol. Sadly, it is an even rarer sight when the news before it concerns a child. But they are genuinely happy about the news—scared as even topsiders would be about raising a life, but happy. Because there's a community now, and that has created something that hadn't existed before: hope. Hope for a better future for themselves and their kids. Janna, the idea of everyone in the lanes—no, the Undercity��reacting with happiness at the thought of the future instead of melancholy or despair is more intoxicating than any alcohol or drug.

So caught up in his aspirations, Vander doesn't see Silco's smirk drop or the flash of fear in his eyes. The words of Felicia echo in his mind. She had been an integral part of their dream, always by their side, until she met Connol. Now, she had to focus on her child, not Zaun. The fear of abandonment clawed at Silco's chest. He takes a deep breath and tries to unclench his fingers from around the glass.

"Oh, is the great Hound of the Undercity looking for his own fable-tale with pups?" Silco pokes with a smirk too full of teeth.

Vander's head tilts back as he lets out a full belly laugh, "Haha, no way Sil. I am too busy looking after the Lanes. Besides, I am not the settling down kinda guy, you know this. I mean, yeah I'll look out for Felicia's ankle-bitter but I am not having one of my own, or making a family."

Vander's eyes are full of mirth, but sincerity when he leans toward Silco. "You heard Felicia Bozo #1, it's just gonna be you and me figuring out how to make Zaun a reality. You and Zaun are my family. And that's never gonna change."

Silco feels a warmth spread through his chest, the gnaw in chest whispering "dirty little thing" finally easing. He leans in looking up at Vander, finally, a genuine smile on his face.

Together they look over the Last Drop. Vander sees the place bustling with life, filled with the familiar faces of friends and family. He sees the camaraderie, the laughter, and the genuine connections forming. He watches his fellow brothers and sisters in the Undercity laugh together, share stories, and ease each other's burdens. It fills him with pride to see the dream he and Silco have nurtured becoming a reality.

But Silco's eyes are drawn to the shadows lurking in the corners. He sees the dirt and the grime that cling stubbornly to the walls. His gaze settles on a minor savoring her drink, knowing it will be her last until the next payday. He watches as another licks his bowl clean, unable to waste even a single crumb. The clothes people wear are threadbare, patched over and over, handed down from one person to the next. To Silco, the struggle is palpable, a stark reminder of the harsh realities they face. Despite the lively atmosphere, all he can see are the cracks and the flaws that mar their existence.

Two men in a bar look over their people, and together they share a vision of the future they will create—a nation united as one. They see only the similarities and potential good they could create. At that moment, they are blissfully unaware of how the differences in their vision will make this future unattainable. How they will lose themselves, lose their dream—how, in the pursuit of great, they will fail to do good. But that is in the future. For now, they can dream and believe the future will be bright.

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zaundads · 15 days ago

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Glad to see it!

Number 8 for the Zaundads Artbook Raffle

This is a submission for @zaundads ' giveaway.

There is an evident lack of old JayVik fanart so here my contribution.

It can be seen as an AU post canon, where they are got teleported in an universe where they are stuck so just have to live a happy life. With no hextech. Where they can help people in need without magic, nor weapons. Bonus chibi Machine Herald because I love to draw him.

And ofc Arcane Herald Viktor (he is on the smash cake) and profil younger Vander.

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zaundads · 25 days ago

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Oh, I love this!

Number 3 for the Zaundads Artbook Raffle it is

Arcane alternate universe drawing based off this fan fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60843010/chapters/155405458

Once I’m done writing Act 1 of the fan fiction, I’m going to draw out a comic (maybe).

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zaundads · 15 days ago

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Yay!

Number 7 for the Zaundads Artbook Raffle

I was Meant to be Yours

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vander (League of Legends) Characters: Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Minor Silco & Jinx, Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, Wakes & Funerals, Alternate Universe - Canon, POV Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Top Vander (League of Legends), Bottom Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Spoilers for Arcane: League of Legends Season 02 Summary:

He could go. He could leave now, make his way half-blind through the stinking and hazy streets, jab the chems into his cornea, and spend the night alone on his narrow, hard bed with only the muffled sounds of the factory night shift for company. Or he could stay here. He could keep talking to Vander, keep looking at him, maybe even touch him again, maybe have another drink and blame whatever comes after on the whiskey.

How Silco and Vander might have started to heal their relationship in the canon Happy AU.

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zaundads · 23 days ago

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I adore this fic and everyone should read it :)

Number 6 for the Zaundads Artbook Raffle

Summary: Silco must contend with his failures. His almost-lover. His almost-revolution.

He comes to the conclusion that it would be easier to just throw it all away.

Then, he finds a letter in the mines.

@zaundads hey!!! I wanna enter your arcane art book raffle so badly that I wrote over 3k words after months of a complete and total dry spell!!! This is my raffle entry, I love you for starting this raffle!!!! I hope you like my contribution :)

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zaundads · 14 days ago

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Gorgeous style!

Number 15 in the Zaundads Artbook Raffle :)

Leyendecker inspired entry for @zaundads

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zaundads · 14 days ago

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Welcome to the Rabbit Hole :)

Number 16 for the Zaundads Artbook Raffle :)