Jul 5, 2018
Have some plague, Rax is feeling a bit rough...
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Have some plague, Rax is feeling a bit rough...
I um, I tried. I love this man @thearcanagame
Click on it plz (tumblr is a bitch on the quality) Your likes are amazing but can I get a reblog? Lol
Don't threaten me with a good time
Progression from a sketch to final work
More poses Rax is so confused. Damian is a flirt and Julian is probably turned on lol
My contribution for the pose lol
Current love interest meets uh… friend with benefits.
Likes are lovely but, can I get a reblog??
I'm in love with layover doodles. I keep seeing ads for a Raven Kigurumi and all I can think of is Julian lol
Trapped: It's dark, oppressively dark. Fingers trail blindly along the damp walls as Rax stumbles on. He can feel the rough bricks and slime growing along them. He shuffles slowly forward, his boots kick something that clacks away deeper into the darkness. He clicks his fingers yet again, desperate for some kind of light, the usual lick of flames fizzles out under his skin. His magic feels dampened and constricted, it curls in on itself and makes him nauseous. He continues on, terror beginning to bubble up in his stomach. How long has he been here? His throat tightens against the rising despair and he trudges on. He moves faster, his feet still dragging the floor to avoid tripping over the strange objects that click and clack when kicked. His breath comes in ragged pants as he fights down the urge to run, scream, something, anything to break the oppressive feeling surrounding him. The dark seems to writhe against his skin and he breaks into a run. He stumbles over unseen obstacles towards only more blackness. A plea for help lay heavy on his tongue as he instead lets out a strangled sob. He stumbles out into a wide area lit by a single torch, he'd seen no indication of light in the tunnel. He stands in the middle of the room, panting, tears rolling down his face. Blue flames had flared to life in his hands the moment he entered the room. He stares, wide eyed and unseeing, at the stairwell leading upwards as his mind slowly spins back into place. He doesn't look back at the pulling darkness as he takes the first step up.