#Scribbelle

[fern-writes-whump]

Favourite whump trope? Hidden injury.

hidden injury!!

a classic, definitely a weak spot of mine <3 I seriously love whumpees who refuse to ask for help

when everyone else around them is too busy panicking and managing another emergency to notice how pale they're getting

when they think it's their fault for messing up so they're afraid that being found out will mean being punished

when they stop "just a second to catch their breath" and realize they don't have the energy to get back up again <3

when they excuse themselves to cough up blood !

when they try to sleep off a stab wound only to wake up to a panicked caretaker yelling at them

what can I say I like my whumpees stubborn and maybe just a little bit stupid <3

Thank you for the ask Scribbs <3

If anyone else wants to tell me their favourite trope... you know where my askbox is ;]

[nutnoce]

Agricultural Fire

[hosh-rubaa]

Do I?? From my journal

Last year, I visited my grandma's place—a beautiful small town with sprawling farms, endless greenery, and scenery that took my breath away. I truly cherished my time there. I've always been an admirer of the sky, the moon, and the embrace of nature.

It was the end of the July, and the monsoons were approaching their peak. I was sitting on our terrace as the sun began to set. Birds were flying back to their nests, and the air was filled with a calmness that felt like a warm hug. I looked up at the sky; it was changing colors—red, orange, blue, pink, and a bit of purple. I wondered why these colors only showed up during the rainy season or at sunset.

I went downstairs and sat beside my grandma, who was playing with my little cousin. I asked her, "Dadi, yeh aasmaan apna rang kyun badalta hai?" (Grandma, why does the sky change its color?)

A sweet smile spread across her face, but her attention was still on my cousin, who was nibbling on some chocolate. "So you notice?" she replied, now fully looking at me.

"Yes, I notice the changing colors, and I wonder why. Is there any reason behind it? A story, perhaps?" I asked eagerly.

She chuckled softly and said, "It's said that in the rainy season, these colors hint to the farmers that rain is near, so they can prepare to sow their seeds." She stood up from the charpai and continued, "And these colors are like the seeds of rain themselves."

"But Dadi, I don't see any scientific reason in that story. How am I supposed to believe it?" I questioned.

"Not everything needs science, my dear. Sometimes, believing in stories is what makes us happy, and you don’t need proof to be happy" she replied.

I shrugged it off playfully and helped her close our small shop. I took my cousin into my arms as we walked outside.

"Let's go home; it looks like it might rain," Grandma observed, glancing at the sky.

"It's okay, Dadi; it won’t rain. We can sit beneath this tree for a while. It’s so beautiful," I insisted.

We sat on the rocks in our courtyard, feeling the calm of the evening settle around us.

"Do you know there's another story about this?" Grandma asked, her voice teasingly soft.

"About what?" I asked, curious.

"The sky changing its colors," she said with a knowing smile.

"Really? Are you going to tell me?" I leaned in, eager for more.

"But you always want a scientific reason for everything," she teased.

I smiled, raising my hands in surrender. "Okay, I promise I won't question it. Can you tell me now?"

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching the sky. "It's said that the sun and the sky are lovers, and when they meet at the horizon at sunset, they express their love through these different colors. The colors show how beautifully the sky welcomes the sun."

"So, it's a love story?" I whispered, my heart fluttering at the thought.

She looked at me, her eyes warm. "Do you believe it?"

"I—" I started to reply, but then I felt a cool drop on my hand, and another on my face. It was raining.

"See, I told you it would rain," Grandma laughed softly, taking my cousin by the hand. "Come inside before you catch a cold."

As I stood there, looking up at the sky, I wondered,

"Do I believe? In love? In stories? Do I?"

[dishouse]

[skapr-cloud]

Rotten apple Wally !

[illusionlock]

FURSONA. UURHGGH

[bellusastra]

Bleh-

Plopping this in here as well cuz I’m proud of it

I was bored and decided to draw Gregory and the DCAs after trying to keep up with SAMS episodes I missed 😭

This is also, technically, my first actual try at drawing Gregory that doesn’t count as the few doodles I did in free draw a while ago.

Edit: I just realized I forgot their ribbons-

[wilsons-journey]

I decided to do a clean / quick render of this sketch.

So here ya gooo - hope you like it ♥

[fern-writes-whump]

@scribbelle Angsty and heart wrenching crack whump. bone apple teeth <3

Edit: I made a part two

This is with Theo because I needed someone durable :]

TW for torture and violence!

"I don't think you're trying hard enough."

He hadn't screamed yet.

Grunted? Maybe whined a couple of times? Yes. Of course. He was still human after all, and he was in pain.

But as each blow came, he didn't yell. He didn’t curse or beg for it to stop. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. They had no idea who they were dealing with. There was nothing they could do to him that he hadn't gone through at least a dozen times already.

The next punch made a terribly annoying sound. He would have cringed at it if he hadn't been too busy wondering where all of the air in his lungs had gone.

It most likely broke something.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's a broken rib." He tilted his head, putting on the cheesiest imitation of a proud expression on display. "So you do listen to my advice, I'm touched, rea-"

His mockery was cut off by a kick to the nose. That one was already broken, so it didn't matter as much.

He coughed and spluttered for a good minute before he started properly catching his breath.

"Careful boys.." His head was starting to spin. "If I puncture a lung we'll have to cut our playdate short." He blinked once, twice. He was pretty sure the men questioning him were only two… Either he had been hit enough times for his memory to fail or he was seeing double. neither option was good.

He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold on to consciousness but he didn't have much of a choice. As long as they were trying to get answers out of him, they would stay away from Clover.

He just hoped the others would hurry up and get them out of there. Even if he could do this forever, sooner or later they would realize he wasn't going to talk.

One of the men grabbed him by the arm and lifted him. Gods it hurt. He just gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold himself up on the only leg that he could still move. The man was so close he could smell his breath.

"You should at least buy me dinner first…"

The man nearly growled at him, winding his fist. He shut his eyes and prepared for a collision that never came. Instead, someone started pounding on the door. The henchman that wasn't currently brutalizing him opened the door, revealing a third one.

"Boss said you can stop. The small one talked."

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Don't mind me, i just think the really quick messy doodle i did of Subnautica au Moon on work, to help me remember the idea for his design, looks so cute💕💕

Featuring my struggle to draw hands and developing a sign language to comunicate with the big fish

[brewinghorror]

Here is a rat scribble of my four rats right now. They are called Almond, Dill, Pebble and Asparagus.

[hosh-rubaa]

It's not that I don't believe in love. It's not that I don't have faith in its power. I'm just scared of love.

You know why?

Love is the peaceful shore of the sea, but it can also be the violent and unpredictable waves that come crashing in. It can bring everything to life, but it can also leave you feeling like you're in ruins.

If love is a beautiful flower, then it's a flower with thorns. It can bring you the sweetest fragrance, but it can also leave you with scars.

If love is the sunshine, then it's also the fire that burns. If love is the moonlight, then it's also the darkness that follows.

We can't decide what love is..

But still, I want to love. It's not that I don't have faith in love, but I'm just scared to get too close..

–Nyx

[letterstoyoursoul-byrem]

I took all my love for you and buried it away. A rose plant grew on its grave. Though now it's not the roses that bloom for you, but the thorns that carry your name.

- rem

[illusionlock]

OEKAKI LUCKYCHARMY

[kokelek]

School doodles pt.I

[blue-shiver13]

The evolution of how I drew medic over 6 months

From left to right, then bottom row, left to right. Like this ⬇️

1 2 3

4 5 6

I’m super proud of my development and growth as an artist. I plan to grow even more and expand my abilities to become the best me I can be. It’s a long journey but one I’m willing to take! I’m ready to become the best I could ever be!!