#snaffe

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

A chill is in the air. You can feel it can't you? Perhaps you even recognize it. That same chill arrives every year right on the dot. With it comes a frightful howl in the moonlight, the only other sound to be heard. Otherwise there is a strange calmness settling around you, like the point of ease before the storm. By now the howling has stopped. It has been replaced by a different sound. Footsteps. Big, heavy, dragging, as if the figure didn't quite know how to use their legs. Perhaps it's a random passerby. Perhaps it's a rotting, frightful feature freshly risen from the grave. Perhaps it's some other, unspeakable horror waiting to pounce! Whatever it is, you're not waiting around to find out! Yet no matter how far you run, it can't be escaped. The chill in the air, the howling of the wind, the heavy footsteps, it all leads back to one thing: October is here! And with it comes the return of the DUDELZ of the Damned!

Yes weirdos, like last year, my approximation of Sketchtober has returned. I call it an proxy because there was no list of prompts. Nah, that'd be too limiting. This is yet another case where I compiled my own list of ideas, sketched them out, then used one color per picture. With all that said, let's see what spoopy scribblings await us today!

Bubble bubble, toil and trouble! Fire burn and cauldron bubble! Little Bumper better remember these words. They might be on the test. You never know when you’re under the instruction of a witch. Said instructor is none other than Snaffe, the snake-giraffe hybrid of Butterfly Island. What? Of course she’s a witch! Does the hate and cape not give it away? My, you all seemed as shocked as Stain is. A moment ago he was in his house binging some spoopy show, the next he’s in his lady fare’s kettle as she starts brewing a love potion. Bumper’s amused either way.

As I hope JetProject is as well. Back on Discord we had joked about giving Snaffe a cape, so I decided to quickly draw this to fulfill that request. You read right; this was drawn just to give the spotted noodle a cape. This is not some sketch that was pre-planned back in July. I just wanted to give Snaffe a cape and make a bad witch pun. DON’T JUDGE ME! Instead enjoy this DUDEL! And remember; make friends with your local witches lest you end up in their brew as well.

BONUS QUESTION: If you were a witch, would you include a cape in your regular wardrobe?

I promised SOMEONE that I would blog tonight, so here I am... Attempting to blog at 2:07 AM [so much for sleeping early]. I deeply apologize if there are any grammatical errors :<

I took a walk today in the afternoon and I passed by a road called, “Malan.” It looked very abandoned and out of curiosity, I decided to explore it.

The side walk was messy, it was filled with broken branches that appeared so life-like, as if they were arms trying to grab and prevent me from proceeding any further down the road.

Around the side walk were grasses that stood tall from the ground. Their length came up to my calves and it itched me whenever I walked past by them. At some point, I was tempted to just bring my lawnmower and cut the grass down. However I didn’t, because I realized that there was no need to change its length. Just accept the way they are and move on.

As I kept walking down the road, I approached an area that was unprotected and fully exposed to the hot, scorching sun. Every step brought a drop of sweat down my cheek. I could feel my face heating up, my heart beating faster, and my breath rate increasing. I struggled to spot the exit to this area as well. I thought to myself: Will I ever get out of here? What if I don’t? Will nature be the cause of my death?

Just when I was about to crash, I saw a snaffe. It was feeding on the leaves of a tree. I crawled on the ground, like a tiger would when hunting and advanced slowly to it. It didn’t seem to have noticed my existence until I was only 10 steps away. However the snaffe did not panic, instead it stood still and watched me.

Five minutes passed and I had decided to take action. The moment I moved, the snaffe bit on my shirt and swung me in the air. I closed my eyes as gravity pulled me toward the ground. I thought: "gravity, thou heartless bitch." The odd thing was that I felt no pain.

I opened my eyes and I was on the back of the snaffe. It snickered at me and began to run. I grabbed tightly onto its neck and wondered where this snaffe will take me. I had an idea though, to its family where I will become their dinner. If my assumption was to be true, I might as well enjoy a nice nap. Therefore I did, I rested on the snaffe’s back and waited to see what my fate will bring me.