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twisting-roads · 2 days

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I still absolutely hate her btw @druidshollow

#rain world #rain world oc #ribble the scribble

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mysticveis · 3 months

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Yujin ive

#ive #yujin #coratcoret #scribble #iveyujinedit #edit #sc #ribble #coret #corat

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bermudadraingang · 5 years

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forgot to post this but alan

#my art #ribble scribble #alantutorial #wcc art

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kittykat-creations · 5 years

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The New Girl

The day at Jerome Horwitz Elementary started just as it always did: with the students bored out of their minds listening to the teacher drone on about some useless subject they wouldn’t remember anything about past the test. If they were lucky. Some of the students likely wouldn’t remember anything past the end of the day.

Just as Ms. Ribble was getting into her daily routine of reading monotone from the chalkboard, the door to the classroom opened. Now this was unusual as it was, and even more so that the person at the door was Mr. Krupp- with a girl none of the students had seen before.

“We have a new student?” Harold asked his best friend in a whisper, leaning across the aisle between their desks.

“I guess so,” George answered, watching the scene up front. Krupp left, leaving the new girl standing at the front of the room with Ms. Ribble. She was small, with her hands curled up in front of her chest and rocking back and forth on her feet. She had an afro- though it wasn’t nearly as ridiculous as George’s had been in kindygarten- a t-shirt with Garfield on it, and a necklace with a pink circle on the end.

“Alright class, we have a new student today,” Ms. Ribble introduced, not sounding very enthusiastic. “What's your name?”

The girl stayed silent, moving her hands in a way that George recognized as sign language. And he wasn't the only one.

“Stop doing that and tell me your name,” Ms. Ribble said.

“Uh- ma'am?” Melvin raised his hand. “She did tell you her name. It's- it's sign language.”

“Sign language? Are you deaf?” Ms. Ribble asked. The girl shook her head, and then added something. “Well, we talk in this classroom, so you will too. If you're not deaf, you can talk.”

“Ma'am-” Melvin interrupted again. “Sh-she can't talk, she's-”

“Quiet, Melvin,” Ms. Ribble snapped. “One last time, talk and tell me your name.” The girl frowned, tugging on the string of her necklace. “So you're just being difficult? On your first day. To the office, now.”

The girl pouted, sucking on her necklace as she left. George frowned a bit, leaning forward and tapping Melvin's shoulder.

“Psst! Melvin!”

“What do you torn cobwebs want?”

“What was she saying?” George asked. “What happened?”

“It was sign language, she said she's nonverbal. That's when-”

“We know what nonverbal means.” Harold rolled his eyes.

“I didn't know that could happen all the time.”

“Versus when?”

“Versus how it happens to me after everything is too loud.”

“...oh. You- I didn't know you even experienced sensory overload.”

“Well it's dumb that she got sent to the office for that.” Harold frowned. George learned over to whisper to him, and Harold grinned and nodded in response. He pulled out a little device from his pocket and waited for Ms. Ribble to turned back to the chalkboard before pressing the button.

A loud fart sound came from the device, causing a giggle to ripple around the classroom. Ms. Ribble whipped back around, glaring. George and Harold both giggled, Harold making sure to hold the device in plain view.

“George! Harold! To the office!” Ms. Ribble shouted. “And give me that!” She snatched the device from Harold, accidentally pressing the button again. The class laughed and Melvin rolled his eyes. The two best friends grinned, doing quiet fives as they left the room. They hurried down the hallway towards the new girl, who was already halfway to Krupp's office.

“Hey.” George waved as they caught up. The girl blinked. “I'm George. That's my best friend Harold.”

“Hello!” Harold waved happily.

“What's your name?”

The girl hesitated slightly before signing her name.

“A, B, B- Abby?” George said. She grinned and nodded excitedly. “Abby! It's nice to meet you, Abby.”

“Woah!” Harold pointed at her hands. “I’ve never seen six fingers before.”

“Ooh, that’s cool!”

Abby grinned, happily wiggling her fingers- extra digit and all. She tilted her head in confusion, looked back at the classroom, and then pointed at them.

“No one deserves to face Mr. Krupp on their own,” George said.

“Especially on your first day.”

Abby giggled. She pointed back at the classroom and fake growled, holding her hands like claws. George and Harold laughed.

“Yeah, all the teachers here are mean.”

“Don't take it personally,” Harold said. “They hate us too.”

“They hate everyone. Except Melvin.”

“He's the teacher's pet.”

They reached the main office and the boys led Abby inside. “Hey Ms. Anthrope. Check it out.” George spoke to Abby and pointed at two of the office chairs. “We have our own plaques.”

“Oooooh.”

The three of them went into Krupp's office, where he was sitting down and starting to get to work on some paperwork. “George? Harold!” Krupp growled, rubbing at the space between his eyes. “What is it this time? Why is the new girl with you?”

“Ms. Ribble sent her down here because she wouldn't talk.”

“But it's not fair, because she can't talk! She can't get in trouble for that!”

Abby grinned, chewing on her necklace and rocking on her feet.

“Yeah yeah, I heard the whole spiel from her parents already. I know you can't talk, kid. And I don't feel like dealing with them coming in here getting mad so just go back to class, tell Ms. Ribble I can't do anything.” He tore a sticky note off of the pad and scribbled something that he handed to Abby and waved her off. She smiled and signed “Thank you” before bouncing out of the office.

“Now, what did you two manage to do?”

“Fart machine.” Harold grinned. Krupp groaned and massaged his forehead.

#captain underpants #george beard #harold hutchins #melvin sneedly #mr. krupp #abby pines #and so i manage to stuff my ocs into a brand new universe!

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newsiegirlscout · 7 years

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Of Rooks and Pawns

Hey there! Beautiful individuals, I bring you a short fanfiction I wrote based off an adorable headcanon discussed between @thefangirlingcartoongal and I! I hope you enjoy it!

Brinnnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!

The children of Jerome Howitz Elementary school bristled with cheer when the recess bell released them from their seats and sent them fleeing outside, gleeful expressions shining in their bright eyes. It was during this forty-five minutes of freedom that Mr. Krupp would patrol the classrooms silently, his careful scrutiny sweeping over the gaily colored molded plastic chairs, posters, and lesson agendas, sipping his coffee and enjoying the serenity of a room without the clamor of schoolchildren nor the turmoil of his office. Once or twice, a baffled teacher had lead their children inside only to find him reading an article on his phone with his feet propped up on one of the back desks, and he’d try to shrug it off jokingly, act like he was there to see the lesson plan as a surprise visit. After all, no one had expected him to be there, not even Mr. Krupp himself. The classrooms were always serene, always dark save for the few streams of light dancing through the windows, always completely alone.

So, of course, it came as a surprise when he stepped into Ms. Ribble’s classroom with his non-fat mocha cappuccino only to find somebody else had already beaten him to it. At his usual perch, a familiar freckled ginger sat cross-legged on the back desk, eating his packed lunch out of a paper bag monotonously as he used a small penlight to read a copy of the Encyclopedia Brittanica, hazel eyes flickering back and forth over the pages.

The principal cleared his throat softly, hoping to provide at least a warning of his arrival. As predicted, he looked up and gasped, his eyes frozen behind his large glasses.

“May I ask why you’ve chosen to stay inside rather than joining your classmates, Melvin?”

The boy closed the volume and slid it to the side as if it were something to be ashamed of, rolled up his empty paper bag and reoriented it beside his lunch, looked down at the flat wooden surface and started tracing patterns absently on the desk with his finger.

“I don’t feel that there’s anything productive I could do with the time, sir.” He bit his lower lip and winced when Mr. Krupp stepped forward, digging a folded slip of pale key lime paper out of his pocket and sliding it forward for him to see, shifting his weight from one knee to the other as the administrator leaned forward to read it.

May 23, 2017

Excuse: Lunch break/Recess

Student: Melvin Sneedly

Teacher Signature: Regina Ribble

This pass didn’t have a reason for excuse, but it didn’t need one. The ink smudged on his callused thumb when he peered closely at the signature, double-checking for forgery, though he knew at the first glance it was her stamp, her trademark scent, even her favorite pen color-bright crimson, the type used to slash into a bad paper- scribbled hastily across the pass.

“Wait here. I need to head back to my office for just a minute.” Mr. Krupp said roughly, in that special sharp tone he used to make children halt in place almost involuntarily, unable to move from the spot until he returned. (It had worked on nine hundred and ninety-eight of the pupils he’d enrolled; but those two were special cases.)

Melvin nodded just once before he drew his knees to his chest and shivered, blinking back nervous tears and the hot blush spreading across his face when his principal strode out of the room. A minute passed, and he laced his fingers together, watching the pressure turn his joints milky white, running one finger across the riveted edge of his silver wristwatch.

Three minutes ticked by, and he couldn’t stop the question from entering his mind, the possibility leading to an entire realm of worry and insecurity.

What if he gives me detention?

Five minutes.

Augggghh, Shut up, shut up, shutupshutupshutup, What if he calls my parents? What if he’s calling STOP IT! my parents right now, what if he’s telling them how much NO, YOU’RE BETTER THAN THAT, of an insecure loser I am, how I can’t even go outside, what if he NO HE DOESN’T knows how I asked Ms. Ribble to sign the pass right as George and Harold started drawing their comic books, how I handed her the pass and waited until she wrote my name, then told her that I was pretty sure that new issue of General Trousers or whatnot starred her, ISN’T THAT LYING? What if he calls the police? Am I going to go to JAIL?!?!?

Fifteen minutes had passed before Mr. Krupp returned to the classroom, a small briefcase in hand.

Melvin, as he had expected, was still exactly where he had been last, though with an almost imperceptible film of fog on his glasses, his knuckles turning white and his cheeks pink. What had happened? Was he broken? Fourth-graders, as he had seen numerous times, rarely teared up, even in the worst of situations.

“Melvin. Please, calm down. You know my paycheck gets cut if a student manages to die on campus.”

“Plea-” his voice cracked with the sheer anxiety, and he cleared his throat and began again, “Please don’t send me to jail, I’ll-I’ll go to recess, sir!”

A puzzled expression crossed Mr. Krupp’s features, and he shrugged it off.

“I can’t say I’m certain what you’re talking about, but you’re the captain of the chess club, correct?”

“Yes?” He offered uncertainly. (Technically, Melvin was the only member of the Chess Club, and since he had founded it, he declared it a unanimous vote towards his presidency.)

The principal set the briefcase onto the table, flipping it open to reveal a faded chess board and well-worn pieces.

“In that case, what do you say to a match against yours truly?” he offered, a mischievous grin spreading as he snagged one of Melvin’s Oreos. The schoolchild beamed and pulled one of the nearby chairs to meet him, setting out his packed lunch once more and giving a cheerful thumbs-up.

“Yeah, I guess you and I both need a break-I mean, anything’s better than doing paperwork.” Mr. Krupp chuckled softly.

And the room was calming once more.

#captain underpants #cu #melvin sneedly #mr krupp #benjamin krupp #benny krupp #ficlet #my fanfiction #hahaha #i've developed a new weakness #mr krupp and melvin #because therapy is expensive

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akingstruth609 · 5 years

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Itching

Getting that itch again…hands starting to twitch again…i just love to scribble scrabble words that ribble rabble….I do more than dibble dabble…Truth stands firm while lies and the trivial travel…why would they want you if they already had you….some do what they want and some do what they have to…we fall on both sides of the graph and still remain absolute..Truth

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#writing #poems #poetry

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darrenstuart · 6 years

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via The Startup Pitch

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thestartuppitch · 6 years

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Pitch for Scribbling Ribble Studio Company / App Name: Scribbling Ribble Studio Twitter - Scribblingribblestudio What does it do? The Aim: Pretty simple, change the platforms on each level to the required colour, gain points, the further you get the more high score you have!, including new game mode Endless.

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