This Was Day 21. Promt, Harpooning.

I think I need these on my life...

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This was day 28. Prompt: Cat.

Almost done!

I bet it's cold I really need to work on my poses and drawing in general...

My first try at drawing a portrait like this.

I mean, it could be worse.

But I'm still sorry.

Good thing is, I think I learnt something from this.

I used a reference but it's clear I gave up on the arms and even more on the dress.

Random G And cheap art supplies

Inktober Maybe not

Tra la la~

We stood proud under the sun

Remembering the good days of lore

Our heart hammering in our chest

We hummed hymns of glorious joy

In our reckless foolery we sang

We believed ourselves to be invencible

Trust was meant to be unbreakable

The bonds we formed were unending

Tales we told were our world

A world that welcomed any soul

Prepared to aid in the path

To find somewhere to finally belong

A misjudgedment let to our demise

Worlds tearing apart false and truth

As the shadow clung into hearts

The bonds were broken without repair

Oh poor souls of tainted heart

Bound by strings of golden kindness

The glow hiding the insidious nature

Oh poor souls of lost freedom

Unable to never look away again

Forever stay still under the shade

Let it shape you to core

Let it teach you its need

Forever bend your will to it

Forever worship your golden bound heart

Let those out and safe weep

For the loss of the Elysium

For the golden insidious is unbreakable

Because hearts cling to it stubbornly

Let those safe walk away unburdened

No guilt after trying their best

No guilt for reaching a limit

Let those remember joyous days instead

Let them search for a day

when the sun shines bright again.

When the air can carry away,

the sound of joyful hymns again.