Just Some Random Pictures Of Characters I Drew.

Day 26: Blind

So sorry this is late but I was really busy.

Anyways I hope you like it and enjoy some poetry commentary with it.

"How far would you go?

How far would you go to blind yourself?

It doesn't matter.

The only reason why you blind yourself is because you can't stand to see yourself and your mistakes.

Isn't it?"

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

Day 9: Mirror

So this is also based off of the Pocket Watch! Au of Danplan with Hosuh as Goldia. This takes place in the mirror maze if that confuses anyone. Art based off of @chrispriceway pocket watch art.

Heh another flat color because I'm lazy and busy.

Here you go danplan community a really crappy WIP I may never finish.

So this is just a random doodle about the danplan four as the four horsemen of the apocalypse with: Jay as Pestilence, Stephen as War, Daniel as Famine, and Hosuh as Death.

Enjoy.....I tried.

I know this is late but here's a doodle for pride month. This is just me being an ace/aro with literally the words "Coffee and cake over romance". Honestly this is just a funsies doodle.

Day 15: Falling

I had something and then it turned into an eh and now I'm tired. Maybe I'll redraw this in another century or something to make it better.

Day 4: Poison

Well I tried to do some red and blue effect. Eh. It turned alright. I went with something and I did it. Oh well Enjoy some Hosuh getting poisoned.

Day 22: Evil

What's better than one stabby murder boi? Two. Guys who stab together and kill off Daniel stay together.

Day 23: Hide

Daniel is trying to hide the crew from his toxic fans. And he has every reason to.

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?