- SAC/Inktober art folder October 22 -

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01. Inktober day 2! The prompt was Scurry, so this is my take on that. 02. Sac Daily 1! I drew what I think a Strawberry poison dart frog would look like as a human. 03. Inktober day 3! The prompt was bat, and I wanted to try a more cartoony style! :] 04. Sac daily 2! It's an umbrella hat. I drew what I think could replace umbrellas in the future - hats that could become umbrellas when it rains. I like to think the future would be filled with lots of glass and nature and light, even in urban areas (like you might see if you google 'futuristic city'). So this design uses a plant that grows to create shelter over the person when it rains, so you don't ever have to worry about forgetting an umbrella, and it's hand free! 05. Inktober prompt 4! Scallop. 06. Sac Daily 3! I designed a sticker sheet on some woodland creatures/mushrooms. There are four main stickers, and some mini stickers around the outside. 7. Stickerrrs!! I also turned the designs into actual stickers by printing them on sticker paper, but for some reason the machine did not cut the white outline where I told it to :') 8. Sketch for SAC daily 9. Sac Daily! Finished @luna724's sketch in my own style. 10. Sac daily! [ Writing from a kid’s story called Bunnicula, where a cat named Chester and a dog named Harold try to solve the mystery of the vampire-like rabbit their family brought home. ] ----- “Oh yeah?” I said. “Of course he bites vegetables. All rabbits bite vegetables.” “He bites them, Harold, but he does not eat them. That tomato was all white. What does that mean?” “It means… that he paints vegetables?” I ventured. “It means he bites vegetables to make a hole in them, and then he sucks out all the juices.” “But what about all the lettuce and carrots that Toby has been feeding him in his cage?” “Ah ha, what indeed!” Chester said.”Look at this!” Whereupon, he stuck his paw under the chair cushion and brought out with a flourish an assortment of strange white objects. Some of them looked like unironed handkerchiefs, and the others… Well, the others didn’t look like anything I’d ever seen before. “What are they?” I asked. Chester smiled. “Lettuce and carrots,” he said. “White lettuce and carrots. I found them hidden behind his cage.” I was aghast. What did it all mean? Could Chester be right? Was this harmless looking little ball of fluff really a vampire? Just then, Chester let out a yelp. “Look,” he said. “The cage is empty again. Oh we’re fools, we’re fools! We've let him get out of our sight. It’s your fault.” “My fault! You’re the one who took twenty minutes to sit down.” “Well, if you hadn’t knocked me off in the first place -” “Wait a minute, why are we arguing? Let’s find Bunnicula.” Just then, we heard a click in the kitchen. “Refrigerator,” I whispered. Chester nodded. We jumped down and moved cautiously to the kitchen door. “Ssshhh,” Chester warned unnecessarily as we crept along, “don’t make any noise. We don’t want him to hear us coming.” “Obviously,” I retorted. The light went out under the door. “He must have closed the refrigerator,” Chester said. “Easy now.” We pushed the door open. The kitchen was dark. There was not a sound. “Pssst, Cheser…” “What?” “I can’t see.” “I can. But I can’t see him.” “He’s not here.” There was a soft scamper across the linoleum, and we turned just in time to see a little white tail bounce out the door into the living room. “Drat! We’ve missed him. Come on, Harold, let's see if we can catch up with him.” Chester started towards the door. “Wait, Chester, what’s that on the floor by the refrigerator?” He turned. This new object interested him more than following Bunnicula. “What out,” he said, “I’ll take care of this.” He slunk across the room slowly, muscles taut, eyes alert. When he was about six inches away, he stuck out his paw, closed his eyes, and batted at the object tentatively. I don’t think he made any contact. “Get closer,” I said. Chester’s eyes popped open. “Who’s the cat here?” he asked. “I know what I’m doing.” Andhe proceeded to bat the air three more times. “What is it?” I squealed, as the throat contracted in fear. “I don’t know yet, but whatever it is, it’s not alive.” --- 11. Sac daily. One of my oldest drawings on photoshop, compared to a redraw of the same image in a newer style from adobe illustrator. 12. Weekendly! Racoon + Raven 13. Sac daily - Doodles of flowers in ink 14. Weekendly! Explanation: My story is about an old book that was once a childhood favorite of whoever owned it, but one day it was pushed to the side and forgotten about. The first image shows the book in good condition, resting on a table. After a long time of sitting in the corner abandoned, lots of dust gathered on the cover of the book. The last image shows how eventually, someone remembered the book, and decided to read it. The dust was brushed off the cover, and the book now sits open on the table, the bookmark finally being put to use. (+)