Proktober #5 : Candle The man woke up feeling like his head was on fire. The last thing he remembered was snuffing out the lone candle that lit the old woman's home. When he finally got a bearing of where he was, he realised that his head was actually on fire and his body had been turned into wax. He had become a living candle. In the dim light of the flame eating away at his head, he saw others suffering the same fate. He then saw the old witch going about her night, brewing potions and making notes, nonchalant about the melting humans. Unable to cry or speak, he bore the pain, hoping that with the night, he will melt into nothingness. The next day, he woke again. He saw the witch's helpers moulding him again, back into a human form of wax. The others were being moulded too and they looked at him and he saw in their eyes their eternal torment. Each night he was to melt and each day he would be remade. Only his mind and heart remained of flesh,his fate was to burn and melt till fire ran cold.

Proktober Day 4 : Potion Godblood was the stuff of legends. Said to have been left behind by a dead ancient civilization, rumours have existed for centuries about the magical properties of the potion. It's rumoured to be able to make anyone immortal and free from all disease. But the potion was not so easy to get to. The closer you got to it, the father it pushed you, twisting the mind and body beyond human comprehension. Only the strongest of mind and body are said to have even a chance at glimpsing godblood. Godhood is not for the weak of body. And especially not for the weak of mind.

Completely misread the prompt and made a drawing for "poison" 🤦🏻‍♂️

Proktober day 3 : Ghoul Hope you guys like this! 😁

Proktober Day 1 & 2 : The spider king and the living surveillance system.