Heresiarch (Ghost)
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Heresiarch (Ghost)
[Reuploading again because I also put this one on the wrong blog~] ——— Dark Field Monotype [FULL BLEED] Ink on Paper, 15 x 22 2025 ~Age
@commander-tseng
The blond breathed heavily. He had collapsed onto the ground and was hugging himself. Agony seeped in and moved throughout his entire being. Prompto felt his body shifting and changing from daemon magic. It seemed that the starscourge had infected him somehow. The marksman now had claws and fangs. And a pair of wings sprouted from his back.
Prompto’s eyes had changed from the innocent bright blue to another color with slits. And they glowed. Once the pain subsided he managed to push himself up. And noticed someone nearby.
Keira| {Darkness Coming} |Closed|
Continued from this ask.
@silvcrignis
He grabbed Keira’s wrist as she turned.
“I’m not sure who you’re talking about. I don’t let any tart just lay their hands on me,” Severus said. He’s never seen Keira get angry or jealous.
“I suggest you gather yourself before you accuse me or anyone else without explaining yourself first.”
“Darkness Coming”
Send “Darkness Coming” to meet a corrupted version of my muse!
Maniacal laughter resounded through the lower dungeons of Hogwarts. The resident Potions Master had snapped. His eyes were wild with confusion, anger, hate and insanity. Cauldrons were strewn about the workroom, their contents all over the walls and floor.
He had given too much. Too much of his life had gone to the old codger with twinkling fucking eyes. And now the old man was dead.
Severus covered his mouth hastily, covering the laughter that threatened to bubble up within.
He still wasn’t free.
(Like if you want a starter with the corrupted muse. Cause I’m gonna be rping that for a while)
illustration for a fan writing of my friend.