#whimsicalsky

Part 2 of 2. I think this one is pretty cute. I like the concept of animals that are just Off and them being happy pets. I’d gladly have a hellhound as a pet. Makes for a very effective guard dog, too.

Prompts used: Husky, Black Dog, Pumpkin Patch, Rainy Day

From the official list, mabgravesart’s list, @phooka-animation‘s list, and the whimsical sky list.

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Part 1 of 2. I really liked writing this one. This kind of peaceful nature ‘motif’ will be a running theme throughout inktober. I always associate Autumn, and more specifically October, with that kind of magical, tranquil feel. I hope the character is relatable btw, I certainly do. Hope you enjoy! ^_^

Prompts used: Bait, Lost, Dawn, Bat, and Dark

From the official list, @phooka-animation‘s list, the whimsical sky list, @mabgravesart‘s list, and @winklebeebee-art‘s list

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I’m lost.

Not in a literal sense. Well, not yet. But in a figurative sense. I don’t really know much about what I want my future to be. Or really anything about the future. I’ve always been a perceiver, according to Myers and Briggs. Or is it Myers-Briggs? I can never seem to remember little details like that. Anyway, what that means is that I’m always in the moment and don’t really plan much of anything. Which is quite obvious right now. I mean, I didn’t plan to sneak out at 3 am to bike through the neighborhood, but it just kinda happened, y’know? Sometimes ya just gotta do this kind of thing to keep your sanity. Or maybe lack thereof. Regardless, after a bit of riding around, I decided to get a little risky and head into the forest at, like, 4 am. Y’know, just casual high schooler things that could end up with your story showing up in true crime podcasts.

Anyway, I’ve been exploring the local forest for a good while now. Dawn is still a ways away, but I don’t really think it matters that much when I get back. I don’t really mind the dark that much anyway. I find it quite peaceful to be out so early. It’s quiet for once, and it almost feels like you’re not quite supposed to be there, but you won’t get into trouble for it. The world of night is thriving while the day is still sleeping. Besides, I wanna see the sunrise every once in a while to remind myself that there’s still beauty on this Earth that remains untouched and unchanged by humans. No one will ever conquer the sun. No one could even attempt it, really. It is almost 93 million miles away, and it’s also, like, extremely hot. Something about Kelvins or something?

Okay, maybe I am actually lost. Like, I’m pretty sure this isn’t the path I usually take. Heck. Remember how I said I wasn’t actually lost yet? Yeah, same. Well, at least it’s uncharted territory, so maybe I can find some cool stuff here. I’ve found some old pennies before, as well as some cool bottle caps and small trinke--- Is that a bat? It’s a bat! Bat friend. Is it also lost? What do bats eat? Do I bait them out with something edible or wait for them to come to me? I have some crackers in my pocket. I’ll put that down and wait a bit. I feel blessed by this bat’s presence. Oh, I guess they don’t want the crackers. They’re just kinda up in the tree. That’s valid, though. I guess we can watch the sunrise together, then.

The sun is finally rising. I looked up what time it was rising before I went out, but I guess my watch is a few minutes fast. Wow, it looks beautiful, though. It’s moments like these that remind you how content you can be with just being there. You don’t have to change anything to be perfect, because it already is. Here in the forest, watching a sunrise with a bat is perfect for me. It’s wonderful and such an indescribable feeling to be in the moment here. Lovely.

Part 3 of 3. I think this one is my favorite of the day. I had this idea for a while of someone sitting on their porch and taking in the ambiance, so I decided to do it here. The urban legend is one that I made up. I don’t actually know if there’s anything similar to it, but if there is it’s just a coincidence. Hope you enjoy!

Prompts used:  Quiet Clouds, Crow, Urban Legend, Baked Goods, Light

From the whimsical sky list, @sarispy56′s list, @phooka-animation‘s list @autumnlusts‘ inktober list, and from @winklebeebee-art‘s list

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It’s quiet. Peaceful. Perfect after a work-filled day. It’s the evening, just after dinner, and you’ve decided it would be especially nice to go out on the porch and enjoy your dessert. Your mom came over yesterday and baked an apple and cinnamon pie with you, so now you enjoy it in fair weather and calm skies. Quiet clouds roll overhead and catch the light just right, and the autumn air comforts you with a welcome chill. A perfect contrast to the warm pie you eat slowly, loving every bite.

You sit for a while more, almost done eating, when a crow flies right on over to you. It lands right on the railing around your porch and looks at you. It tilts its head, lets out a squawk, and hops around your porch. You smile at the crow, and you remember an urban legend about crows your mom mentioned. The legend goes that around the area you live in there was a guy who would go into the forest and sketch out the animals he would find. Every time he did this, he would give his favorite one to his daughter. 

Well, one day when the father was out in the forest, he came across a beautiful crow. He sketched it, and as he did, he noticed something peculiar about the crow. It seemed to be completely still as if it knew it was a model for him. After the man was done, the crow walked toward the drawing as if to look at the finished product. Apparently satisfied with the result, it flew off into the cover of trees. The father returned to his daughter, and upon seeing the sketch of the crow immediately jumped for joy. She had been thinking of him all day and hoping he’d find a crow for him to sketch. She told him that the pose the crow was in was the exact one she wanted. Apparently, the man has since passed away, but the daughter still lives here. She swears that it was true, and she also says that the day of her father’s passing, there was a crow constantly nearby. She now believes that whenever she thinks of a loved one, a crow will show up near them.

Part 1 of 1. Super sorry this is a day late. I didn’t have much time to finish this one yesterday, but today I do. I was originally gonna do another ‘person walking through the woods’ thing but decided to be a bit more creative than that. It turned out well, I think. Hope you enjoy!

Prompts used: Crescent Moon, Freeze, Wind, Fall Leaves, Pumpkin, Witch

From @phooka-animation‘s list, the official list, whimsical sky list, higginsinks list, @sarispy56‘s list, and @autumnlusts‘ list

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Wind whips across the quiet land. Trees rustle and sway. Acorns land on the ground, one on an unsuspecting passerby. Then a yellow-orange leaf falls from the birch tree that took root next to a babbling brook. It falls down towards the stream, but just before it hits the water the wind picks up again and the leaf flutters up. It flies and twirls above the rolling fields and small cottages. The wind dies down again and the leaf glides farther until it gets caught in a hole of an oak. The sleeping owl within it is startled awake as the leaf hits him in the beak. Agitated, the owl throws it out of his home with his talons and ‘hoo’s at it angrily. The leaf falls down on to a passing truck and tucks itself underneath the windshield wipers. The golden leaf hitches a ride for a while through miles of forest and highway until the wind takes it again. It soars off of the truck and over to a place selling pumpkins. Finally, it falls onto one such pumpkin and remains there, resting after it’s first adventure.

Night falls, and frost begins to creep over the land. It slowly crawls towards the leaf, like a predator stalking its prey, but just before the freezing touch can end the leaf’s adventure the wind grabs it and hoists it to safety. A quick look down shows the frost retreating and the pumpkins huddling together for warmth. The leaf isn’t alarmed, because it knows that the night brings mystical things to light. The wind lifts the leaf higher and higher until it’s among the stars. It glows brighter and joins the stars in their shining array. Soon, the leaf is carried towards the bright crescent moon. The leaf dances around the moon, it’s golden glow reflecting off the shimmering white of the moon to form a yellow tint. It eventually lands upon the hook of it and stays for a moment more. Before anyone takes notice of the moon’s changing, a witch on her sports broomstick rushes by the moon and her cat grabs the leaf gently with his maw. The cat offers it to his owner, and the witch looks at the shining leaf with intrigue. She places it in her bag and travels further through the sea of stars. She arrives at a cloud illuminated with pink and purple lights and pays the cat with the fiddle at the entrance with the leaf. The fiddler accepts and lets her into the gathering. The fiddler then ties it to their bow and continues playing an improvised tune.