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i threw color on that one scribble🌈
#utmv#undertale#sans aus#traditional scribles#my shitty art hehe#idc if it’s low quality i liked doing it so LETS GO#ut au#dust sans#killer sans#murder sans#bad sanses#kist#if you want any it to be at least hehe#bunny :))#smash or pass#under those hoodies they’re a bunch of twinks it’s just the truth😞🤝
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#scribles#traditional art#watercolor sketches#pencil#ben ten#ben 10#gwen tennyson#flowers#kids watercolour
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[ID: traditional drawing, ghost and pals fanart It shows the person from 'appetite of a people pleaser' from the front shoulders up. They are touching their face and smiling nervously. They have light skin, big dark eyes, short white hair with small black part, black shirt with white colar and black nail polish. The background is blue square inside a pink square with scribles over it. There is text above and below the picture that says 'Whether I've been caramelized or rotten to the core which one should I be?' \end ID]
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Women traditional scrible cause it's love month
#bunbunart#traditional art#su au#aghast the corrupted connie#xenoth (garga sister)#tbh in the actual valentine's day i will post something more meaningful to me with another gal couple#till then enjoy this or not do whatever idc
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my stuff, short 4page scribble comic, cw real life stories
trigger warnings:
- familial traditions,
- real life, non-fiction. reality
- arranged marriage.
- mistreatment
- NOT about the artist.
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such stories happen everywhere. every time. all the time.
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oc (Unrelated scrible)
#my stuff#trigger warning#non-fiction#unrelated#non-fandom#real stories#arranged marriage mention cw#tw dysfunctional family#hapy ending#oc#scribble comic#mistreatment cw
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Usually I wouldnt post my traditional sketches bc yknow, they look like this, but... Dad reigen
#i rlly like doing messy scribling for traditional because it makes it easier for me to do poses#also i prefer u dont reblog 😔
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#drawings#scribles and shit#paper and pencil#trad art#art??#traditional art#art#my art#i tried but its shitty ik#yeah its shit#dudes is suits#idk#dudes in suits#my friend said they look sad#idk why tbh#like no dio theyre just dudes in suits#doodle#sketch
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Wowzie I really don’t know how to be consistent.
Sketch/doodle at work.
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alrighty yalll so about a month ago i created a adoptable fursona to be sold his name is fire starter i was never able to sell him so im going to try and trade him instead! here he is (traditional art)
i scribled my name out in the last image sorry yall
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Found an old error (the amount of ink on this page I-)
#utmv#ut au#Traditional scribles#The chaos#error sans#undertale#sans aus#bad sanses#undertale au#sans au#utmv au#Error#I can’t remember when I actually did this but it sure is did#Free him#Free Error 2024#my art
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This would make me at least doodle some! I'd love to see this lol 👽✌
YES! Same! I would actual love thatHaving a group where everyone has to share a sketchbook page a day. Not digital. But actual traditional sketchbook page.And how you create your page is up to you. It can be simple or just scribles, chaos or neat, pencil or pen, colors or not.But something needs to be on the page.I would love thatMaybe we could make a discord…mhh…let me think about this.And maybe even a tumblr to go with it where we then could publish the pages of people who would like that…mhhhhhh
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Where We Begin, Chapter 19
~Claire at 20 Weeks~
“Christ!” Claire exclaimed as she turned to inspect her profile. “I’m huge.”
Claire eyed her bump and pulled the fabric of her dress flush to her skin.
“Jamie?”
An inquisitive grunt sounded from the window. Jamie had his nose buried in the newest issue of Horse and Hound, no doubt rereading the controversial article that had he and John in an uproar for the last 24 hours. His frown was etched into his cheekbones, and if she wasn’t feeling so…enormous, she thought, she’d probably leave him to his grumbling.
The last 6 weeks at Lallybroch had been a mixed time of highs and lows. While the reporters were scarce in person, both their phones were habitually set to vibrate and they both agreed after the first week to avoid reading anything on the internet.
Harvey’s prosecutor had called a few times for statements, but so far the hospital felt they had enough to bury him on his conduct alone. Geneva was a different story. As interviews were conducted, the extent of Geneva’s involvement became harder to trace. Eventually, law enforcement decided Harvey was the stronger lead to chase and dropped Geneva’s investigation. Still, restraining orders were filed, and deep lines were drawn in the sand between Jamie’s business and the provost’s daughter. John’s relationship with his brother suffered as he pressed for his niece to disclose her involvement. Jamie took to spending more evenings with John as his family became more estranged and in turn, John found himself spending more weekends at Lallybroch.
The immediacy of the trial was only trumped by Claire’s quickly progressing pregnancy. After finding an obstetrician and confirming she and the baby girl Fraser were in good health, their second ultrasound delivered more startling news: A high-risk pregnancy.
“Any spotting?” Her doctor asked as she examined the ultrasound. “No. No cramping either…” Claire added. She met Jamie’s gaze and squeezed his hand as he shot her a reassuring grin.
“Well…” the Doctor began.
“What?” Claire blurted out. “Is something wrong? Is she okay?”
“You’re fine,” she began, patting Claire’s hand. “Baby is fine. Your placenta is obscuring your cervix a bit. Not uncommon for 16 weeks since baby has a lot of growing to do, but given your history I want to play it safe.”
Claire let out a breath. “Agreed. What do you suggest?”
“Well, you aren’t spotting or cramping. That’s excellent, but until the placenta shifts, I’d recommend a few weeks of pelvic rest.”
“Pelvic rest?” Jamie asked. “As in bed rest?”
“Not so severe. Just a break from strenuous activity until your next ultrasound. No exercise, heavy exertion or sex.”
“Oh,” Jamie nodded, his face turning a slight shade of pink. “All right. Well, we’ll…”
“What kind of sex?” Claire asked, her face contorted in concern. Jamie’s mouth gaped a bit as his head turned back to her.
“I’d avoid penetration, mostly.”
“Because of ejaculation or…”
“Hmph.” The redness, Claire noticed, was rising up his neck.
“Possibly, but also to avoid irritating your cervix.”
“So orgasms are fine?”
“Yes, just no excessive jarring.” The doctor scribled a note in her chart. “Let me grab these pictures off the printer.”
When the doctor exited their exam room, Jamie shot Claire a look of disbelief. “Christ, lass.”
“What?” Claire exclaimed.
“I’m just surprised you left out your preferred positions, given what else you wished to discuss,” He grumbled.
“Jamie,” Claire laughed. “I’m pregnant. She knows we have sex.”
“I know, but…” he grimaced. “I don’t mind going without ye for a few weeks if it means you’re well.”
“This isn’t about you!” She exclaimed, barely holding back a cackle, when his lips formed a small pout. “I’ve been insatiable lately. I don’t know if I can handle a few weeks away from you, or have you not noticed?”
A small smile played across his lips as he leaned closer. “Aye, I’ve noticed.”
“And of course we’d abstain if we had to but…” she flushed as his brows rose at her. “Well, we don’t have to.”
“Hmmph.” He pressed his brow to hers, his eyes locked to hers until they wore matching grins “You greedy thing.”
In the following weeks, Jamie had accommodated her graciously, loving her thoroughly and as many times as it took to satisfy her. He’d hitch her knees over his shoulders, or in the dead of night, would hold her back to his chest and open her thighs with his own, letting his fingers coax her to a trembling release.
Claire mentally counted the days since that appointment and realized today made her exactly 20 weeks, a benchmark that consequently lined up with her delicate swell ballooning to a pronounced mound overnight. Horse and Hound would simply have to wait.
She crossed the room until she stood a foot from his knees, and waited as he put the magazine down.
“Sorry. What did you say?”
“I’m enormous.”
He raised a brow. “You’re still wearing normal clothes. Even your trousers.”
“That’s because…” she huffed and stopped, not wanting to start a conversation on the fit of hipster trousers and knits. “Look!”
She lifted the hem of her sundress and stepped between his knees, placing her swollen, 5-month belly into his hands. His grin widened in surprise as his fingers spread across her tight skin. She narrowed her gaze as he let out a soft chuckle.
“Oh you’re no help at all,” she said begrudgingly as Jamie leaned forward to kiss her stomach.
“There ye are, mo nighean,” Jamie said softly to her belly, and despite the nervous energy flowing through her, she felt herself worries deflate. “Don’t worry about your mam. She’s just surprised you grew so fast.”
“Jamie…”
“Claire.” He spoke her name softly, reverently as his fingers slipped down her belly to loop into the sides of her knickers. He pulled at the elastic, letting it snap gently at her skin.
She let out a sigh. “Am I so obvious? My insecurity?”
“I don’t see insecurity.” He whispered against her skin. “I see freckles, and creamy skin that smells like lavender…and a gorgeous ass that’s tight and fills my hands…”
“And a pot belly…”
He snickered. “I like seeing ye this way, in truth. You seem to shift the energy of every room you walk into, pulling all the good and laughter and light to ye before radiating it out tenfold…”
“I think that's just for you…”
“Nay,” he whispered, picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips. “John sees it too. Called me a lucky bastard just the other day.” He grinned before his lips settled into a stout, thoughtful line. “In another life perhaps, John could have envied me for meeting you first.”
“Liar,” Claire scoffed. “John views me as a sister.”
“Because he has to,” he murmured. “I’d kill him otherwise.”
Claire shuffled forward, shifting until she could settle onto his lap. “Even if your right, which I don’t think you are…” she toyed with the buttons at his neck as she dropped her eyes. “It would hardly matter. I’m positively crazy for you, James Fraser.”
A smile lit his eyes as Claire leaned forward for a kiss, though his hesitance made her pull back. “What is it?”
“Are ye feeling up for a walk to the stables?” His voice was an octave lower as his fingers interlaced with hers.
“Yes.”
“Good. Get your wellies, lass.”
Ten minutes later, she stood with Jamie by Losgann who was cheerfully munching on her hay under her tent.
“I’ve been thinking,” Jamie began, his hand running up Losgann’s nose. “You’ll be needing a horse of your own soon.”
Claire let out an abrupt laugh, a jovial silliness taking over as she chased Jamie’s hand down Losgann’s side. “Oh is that so? For when I’m off my pelvic rest?”
Jamie smiled. “Aye. And its tradition as well. Every member of the family has their own horse, and with Donas insistence on me, Losgann here will be needing your company, I think.”
Claire felt a ripple of emotion flutter through her chest. “Jamie…” she started, her eyes unexpectedly growing damp at his gesture. “But, she’s yours.”
“Aye, and so are you.” Jamie winked at her as he pulled her closer. “I asked Losgann. She likes ye just fine, Sorcha.”
Claire found herself speechless as Losgann seemed to agree by wuffling against her curls. She let out a tearful chuckle as she worked her fingers into the think hair between the horse’s ears.
“Jamie…thank you,” she whispered, meeting his lips As he stepped closer to her. “I won’t be able to ride her for several months though. Won’t she get lonely?”
“Nah, besides she’s in no condition to be ridden now. Not until she foals.”
Claire looked up and stared at him as his words clicked into place. Crossing her arms over her chest, her mouth gaped as she observed Losgann’s thicker flank.
“You knocked up my horse?” She asked sharply.
“Well, Donas, but…” Jamie said with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders.
“You let the biting monster knock up my horse?” She exclaimed louder, though a smirk tugged at her lips now.
“You don’t hold my bites against me, lass,” he said huskily against her ear, before dodging her swinging fist. “And the studding calmed him down some.”
“Oh, I’m sure! You bloody…Scot,” she barked out in laughter, as she clipped his side one more time before she allowed him to sweep her into a kiss.
“When is she due?”
“Och, not for another 10 months or so. We just confirmed it the other day.”
“Poor thing. That’s a long time to be uncomfortable.”
“I thought ye’d have some thoughts to share with her,” he said as he grinned.
“Oh. Last bit. Losgann has a gift for you, so you really feel part of the Fraser clan.”
“Is it chaps? Or my own smart riding boots? Perhaps a dressage…”
Claire’s mouth slammed shut as Jamie presented her with a handsome new leather bridle that had thistle leaves stamped into the leather strips that would adorn Losgann’s nose and face. On the ear strap, Claire found a CF perfectly embossed into the leather…
And on the bit strap, a delicate titanium ring, smooth with diamonds embedded flush against the metal.
“I thought to myself, what kind of ring would I get a doctor, nevermind a surgeon, who cuts and rends disease with her hands all day long?” He started quietly as he unfastened the ring. “Titanium, obviously.” He rolled his eyes and a laugh burst from her lips. “Something quietly beautiful and smooth, strong but delicate, like her.”
Jamie knelt in the mud at her feet, smile unwavering, and kissed her hands as Claire bit her bottom lip, willing herself to remain quiet until he spoke the words she hadn’t realized she’d been waiting a lifetime to hear.
“Marry me, Claire?”
She molded her lips to his, dropping down to her knees in front of him.
“Of course I’ll marry you.”
His arms circled her tightly as he let out a joyous laugh. The tears streamed down her cheeks as he slid the ring onto her finger, and pressed kisses to her eyes, cheeks, and forehead.
“I love you,” she whispered to him. “I know I don’t say it enough, but always know how privileged I feel…to love you, and be loved by you.”
“I know, lass. And I love ye, as well.”
Present Day
She spun her wedding band on her finger as she eyed Geneva, muted and shrunken. She certainly didn't appear to be a threat but given the last few months…
“You know you can’t be here…”
“I know,” her eyes locked on hers. “And I’ve never tried before but…” she let out a trembling breath. “You’re in danger. You and Jamie both are.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Harvey was let off this afternoon. The judge threw out the case…”
“How?” Claire barked. “That’s not possible…he…”
“I know but you have to listen, please!”
“I don’t-”
The air shattered around Claire’s head as three shots sounded outside the office. She and Geneva ran towards the door, out towards the mass of people gathered.
It was the type of chaos that can only ensue when blood, alcohol, and violence are combined on a palette. No one would move out of her way. The screams and shouts were too loud to discern words, while other stood by frozen from shock. Pushing forward, Claire first saw John, his knee in the middle of Harvey’s back as cuffs appeared in his hand, seemingly from midair. Jenny appeared next, screaming directions into her mobile for a helicopter transport. Her hands were covered in blood, trailing down the skirt of her dress, and across the grass…to…
“Jamie,” Claire whispered.
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My guest today is Aiden Fowler, a recent transfer from facility 36 in Charlotte, North Carolina. Mr. Fowler, welcome. I understand you have, in addition to the ability to psionically manipulate ink, some degree of skill in the more common manipulation of ink: through pens. How long have you been an artist?
Uhh… I don’t know, I guess for as long as I can remember? My mom said I never stopped scribling, that I used to write on the walls and all kinds of furniture. I was a little of a troublemaker, honestly. It was one of these things that no matter how discouraged I got about, I always tried again and again and again… Sometimes with a break, but something was always compelling me to draw once more. And to be honest, I loved it. I was terrible at the start, but it never stopped being fun! …Oh, did I, did I escape from the question? I uhhh, I t-think I got… carried away. Sorry about that.
Not at all, it is very interesting how your hobby and your powers are related. In my experience that is quite unusual. Do you ever use your powers to directly make art, or only to erase lines you want to make a second try at?
Oh Is it? I had no idea, I alaways thought that people chose hobbies closer to their powers… But maybe that’s more a matter of adaptation? Use my power to directly make art? No, actually… That just seems wrong. As in, my attention would have to go all into the action and less into the oject I’m drawing, or the idea I’m inspired by, you know? To me, art is more about feeling than technique, so doing something like that would be the opposite of what I want. I wouldn’t be satisfied with the result. So yeah, I just use it to erase things. Quite handy when you choose pens to draw with! Maybe even a bit of an unfair advantage… (laughs)
(chuckles) I can certainly say, as a journalist, there have been times when I wished ink could be unspilled! I am curious what you mean by ‘wrong’ in this context? Is it just that you are used to laying down ink in the traditional way and haven’t practiced with your powers? Is the mental manipulation less exact or harder to control? Have you ever tried more of a ‘Jackson Pollock’ approach, just scattering ink for a sort of abstract expression?(
Definitely harder to control. Theres a huge difference between picking my pen and writting with it, and floating the ink in the air and carefully placing it down in the pattern I want. I mean, uhhh drawing on the air! It’s like drawing with my finger on the air, except that makes the ink travel through … the paper! In this case. I don’t know, it’s going to take an insane amount of concentration. If I get startled for example, it’s going to throw ink everywhere. Which is…not pleasant. I just prefer the pen. It’s having a sudden extra line VS ink splattered on god knows where… Yeeeaaaahh, I’ll have the extra line please! I, actually haven’t! Would probably need to cover everything with paper as to not make a huge mess… Again. But! That actually sounds fun! …I wonder how much paper I’d need to protect my entire room…? Maybe I could use some spare plastic instead?
You know, I think I would talk to Mr. McNabb about that. I have the impression he is used to dealing with accidental spills of various kinds, and I bet you could convince him to get the whole class to do abstract art as a study in emotional expression. And with minimal arm twisting, you could probably get some extra credit in the class for clean up afterward!
T-the whole class?! Oh no! I-I bet the teacher has more important things to do, and already has a class plan figured out… I would just get in the way of that… And, I don’t know… Painting by myself is fine but, I’ll …probably find a way to screw that up in front of the class… I’d rather just keep things the way they are, you know? Higher chance of success, I guess… Or at least, less chance of failure.
I think you may overestimate how thoroughly planned teachers lessons are at 108 At any rate, I certainly wouldn’t encourage you to push too hard against the boundaries of your comfort zone. Have you thought at all about how your talents could be used in the service of a blue card? It occurs to me that police use sketch artists all the time when interviewing witnesses…
T-thanks… I-I just prefer to stay in the back and do my thing… Don’t need much attention or anything of the sort. Uhhhh… A blue card? Me?! Are you sure? I’m not exactly …useful you know? I can barely keep myself from freaking out about things, and then there’s the asthma… I mean, If I just stay in the office all the time…. Maybe? Buut… I don’t know, I can’t see myself doing anything important, really. I’m just someone who likes to draw and read, there’s not much.
I think you sell yourself short Aiden. Never underestimate the value of a rich inner life. It can give you insights more brash straightforward people tend to lack. Artists too, tend to notice things others overlook. Hero work is more than flashy fight scenes with terrorists: most of the real work is of a more mental nature such as canvassing for witnesses and crime scene investigation.
…But art is one thing, and, all of these are a tad different… I can’t see myself being an investigator or anything or the sort, I’m not even that smart. I may use smart words once in a while, but I just them somewhere and thought they were nice. Nothing that enlightening. I, don’t know what you’re expecting from me, but… I’ll probably let you down.
Its not me you should be looking to impress. I can’t be let down; I am a reporter. My job is to uncover the truth and spread it. Having expectations to be let down is one of the first things to be excised. The truth is what it is, and expecting it to be different is a fools errand. That said, there is such a thing as a self fulfilling prophecy. How you see yourself is largely how you will become, if you repeat it often enough and believe it hard enough. Let’s just say I see potential in you, as do your teachers. Nobody is pressuring you to develop this way or that. Be yourself! But be open to the possibility that you may surprise yourself someday… Sorry. I think I have been hanging around with Anneliese too much. You should talk to her instead of me. What do you see yourself doing in ten years time?
Oh, I have her card. I really should got there but, I start wondering if I could be showing up on a bad time and interrupt something and it gives me butterflies on my stomach just to think about that… So, I didn’t go yet. I need more time to find the courage to. It’s complicated. What I see myself doing in ten years? Uhhh, art college? Maybe? I haven’t given it much thought to speak the truth. There’s things I find fascinating like languages and history, though the second one is more, I love reading history books, sometimes. Not sure if that’s enough. And then there’s what I already do such as art and I guess organizing things, if it counts? Does it count? I-I don’t really know…
Anything you are passionate about counts. Trust that and it will take you to interesting new places. In the meantime, welcome to facility 108. I hope you will enjoy your time here! Thank you. And I am! Someone set up this Dungeons & Dragons table… What was the name? Nix? And whoa! I was surprised people still played that! I thought that was just something my friend Mark had taken out of the treasure chest. This old table RPG game few knew about… That one was all digital though. I think I prefer having the actual books and admiring the printing live. Anyway, that was a blast! Scary at first, but soon I got used to people and it got enjoyable. I’d love to play again, actually. Anneliese was there actually. But I still didn’t talk to her, oops… I really let that opportunity pass. No worries. There will be plenty of time for that. Thank you for the conversation, Mr. Fowler.
You’re welcome uhhh, what was it Kate? Sorry, I’m terrible with names. Also, sorry that the interview was so messy and such. I’m just very very bad at this kind of thing. I’m glad that you could bear with me through all that! (laughs)
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Barrett All #17: Aiden Fowler My guest today is Aiden Fowler, a recent transfer from facility 36 in Charlotte, North Carolina. Mr.
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Cursed process cause i decided to do it on the street knowing it would cause the paint, the brush and the paper freeze then melt into total mess but still doing it 🗿🤌
Fixed more or less with pencils
#scribles#traditional art#watercolor sketches#pencil#ben ten#ben 10#gwen tennyson#flowers#shitpost#regular photos#kids watercolour
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wow guys look how wholesome and healthy and miscommunication free this dynamic is there’s no pain involved whattt!!
#utmv#traditional scribles#horrordust#horrorfarm#dustyrottencrops#EXCEPT NOT(yet?)#bad sanses#sans aus#sans ships#dust sans#murder sans#farm sans#saejun sans#horror sans#GUYS THERES NO MISCOMMUNICATION#BCS WE WOULDNT WANT TO HOLD THEM BACK WOULD WEEE#this is sarcasm btw#dusttale#horrortale#farmtale#my art ig
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FEAR HIM
I’m all about paranoid protective Horror
#Utmv#traditional scribbles#horror sans#dust sans#horrordust#horrortale sans#dusttale sans#murder sans#horror x dust#bad sanses#sans ships#sans aus#ut au#undertale#Messy scribles#LOOK AT THAT BIG BOY *pat pat*#He can be so feral#Monster x MONSTER yk what im sayin#Dust is like sigh there there you big scary boy#he doesn’t mind it’s just socially impractical💀#Horror being possessive of his precious bbg ✨#Intimidation level 100#Is dust perfectly capable of protecting himself? Yes#Does that deter Horror? Absolutely not#They both are cat energy#…also BIG ASS HORROR YES.#Plot twist dust would beat horror to beating your ass for touching his bae#My art
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