Day 12: Lightning

This is a step by step process thing on how I normally do art. This is how I would draw myself.

Day 13: Mask

So I decided to draw Annabelle after the "Can You Survive US? " video.

The Paradox of sea and star (aka some really emo poetry)

The ocean

so full of depth

so emphermal and

so large and crowded.

It’s an ungodly blue

and translucent;

it terrifies me

sending

tremors  

down

my

body.

Yet it’s 

so beautiful;

it brings tears

to my eyes and

I can’t help but look

into that lovely faraway

ocean. This ocean 

blue has the 

ability to 

harbor

life 

and

flood 

armies 

like nothing;

it carries the 

weight of the world

and gives life to everyone.

After all, all life came from the 

sea and all roads lead back 

into the ocean. The sea is

everybody’s dream and

nightmare. This thing

washes away sand

castles of children 

and steals away

empires like 

nothing

happened.

But it reflects

the light of the

world and the heavens

above. Such a mystifying

marvel of an oxymoron until

itself about the body that has 

withstood time and older than

the footsteps who no longer walk

this sodden Earth. Scary yet calming 

for it has been there as a familiar object

giving life and taking it all back in an instant.

Yet why do I run from it?

Why do I try to hide and

cower from it? The sea

should be a familiar 

object that I’ve 

always known

yet I’m still 

afraid.

Is it because my family originated from the sea?

Is that why I’m afraid of the terrifying blue? Is it because I want to run?

Run away from the painful memories of repressed trauma and joy. Is that why 

I always try to run. Is that the reason why I chase the stars? Because they’re the farthest

destination away from the ocean? Yes, that must be the reason. 

The sea never wanted me. I was forced to adapt to a climate and environment that never wanted to accommodate me. That must be the reason why I chase the stars. Why I want to fly

instead of swim. The stars were distant lights I looked up to, wondering if they would take me. 

The ocean and space are similar yet so different. 

Both harsh environments and complement each other. 

But Space is the howl of solar winds, existing 

and

no

longer

existant.

A paradox of itself with a vastness to wide to fathom. 

Maybe that’s why I crave it so much. For I must be a paradox of myself. But then again isn’t a paradox the definition of humanity?

Sorry that I haven't been posting. It's just I've been busy with school, but I got inspired by my English class to make the main cast or characters as cats in The Great Gatsby. Or as I should say "The Great CATsby " AYEE........

And finally the last doodle of the Danplan Trio. Our favorite host: Daniel.

Day 7: Weak

So this is Jay in the game "Pocket Watch". Pocket Watch is a parody of the game Pocket Mirror and Jay is Harpae in this picture. This little head canon is based off of @chrispriceway 's art of that danplan au.

This particular scene is based off of Harpae's good end where Goldia sees Harpae's weakened state.

Anyways I'm tired. I just decided to do a flat color and call it a day. Hope you like it.

I know it's really late. But I wanted to finish up the Danplan inktober thing for Halloween but I had so many events and stuff to do that I didn't have time. And the plan for Day 31 was huge. But I couldn't do it and by the time I drew everything my phone deleted all of it so there was no point of redoing it. And it sounds silly that I'm posting this now, but this is just to get things off my chest because I've been pretty down lately and I just kinda felt bad that I couldn't complete something like I'm just a failure. Anyways I hope you've had a good day and I'm sorry.

So I was doing a concept art of an oc I was making. This is a character for a game I might make in the near future and I just love drawing their sprite.

Alright Fanplan. It's finally complete surprisingly (maybe because I actually have time for once).

Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a good day.

Just some practice backgrounds on my art program Krita.