Right, gonna makea pinned post and try to make my tagging more organized.
First off- other sites you can find me!
Twitter: twitter.com/ScribeProtra This one might get delated, depends on if Elon really removes blocking or not.
Dreamwidth: scribe-protra.dreamwidth.org Dreamwidth! The social site I keep moping about cause fandom moved to twitter instead!
Pillowfort: www.pillowfort.social/ScribeProtra Pillowfort has a wishwashy mod team so even though it has the best of dreamwidth AND the ability to upload images, I like it second to DW
AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/ScribeProtra It takes me a looooong while to finish anything so there is a lot less of my ficwriting then my social accounts.
Patreon: www.patreon.com/scribeprotra I only post original stuff and art practice sketches. (If anyone else joins I will ask if you want an explanation post about what the draft number tags means)
And now the list of tag I shall be (attempting) to switch over to.
Self-
Art Grinding
Emmy's Art
Learn to Draw- Art tutorials specifically
Writing Rambles
Writing Lessons- Writing tutorials and/or advice
Emmy's Words
Meatspace Venting
Online Venting- I am angry/upset/strong emotion about online stuff and need to vent to processes it
Navel Gazing
[loling forever]- Funny post
Emmy's Polls
Sick Beats- Songs
Meatspace-
Queer Stuff
Queer History
Interesting Times- Any events that happen in my life time
History Times- Any events that happen before I was born
Racial Stuff
Gender Stuff
Disability Stuff- While 'disability' is the correct term, I feel like it has the wrong vibe and will change it if I find a word that feels better
Furbaby: Midnight
Netspace-
The Disc Horse- Fandom and online wank stuff
Shiny Brain Thoughts- Any interesting thoughts or jokes I find
Photo Op- General images I like
Memes
Meme Games
NSFW- Not safe to view at work. (I assume. Depends on where you work honestly)
Fanlife- General fandom stuff
Talking Heads- Having a convo with a fellow tumblrina
YOU'RE A KITTY!- Cat pics
Fandom-
Pairing: Rare Misc- Any pairing I rote rarely enough that it doesn't get its own tag
Crossover-Fusion: Characters from one fandom getting fused with another fandom (I.E. DC characters as my little ponies, Mario Bros with Dying Will Flames, BnHA peeps with Deamons)
I wan planning on making a post I have been wanting to make for a while for the chapter 3+4 anniversary but JUST as I turn my comp on my power went out. I only now got it back.... twenty minutes before i have to leave for work.
-_-
I am still making the post but it is gonna be WAY shorter then I planned.
ANYWAY! There is a thing about Toriel in chapter 4 I have not see *any one* bring up. Which I understand cause it is only noticeable if you have been in choir.
Toriel just lied here. I can not stress this enough, if you just had a singing performance you are NOT suppose to have singing practice afterward. it will fuck up your throat.
(There is also the fact that none of the other choir members mention or act like there is a practice later that day.)
Which leave me with two questions:
Is Toby Fox aware no choir group would do this? I think he would on account of his piano playing.
*Why* would she lie about this? I have no idea, I frankly don't have enough information to theories. I have a wild *guess*, but no facts to back it up.
Right now, one of my favorite hobbies is watching DR fans respond to Fangamer drops, etc. They always latch onto SOMETHING, and it's fun to guess what the tone will be/where it will lead this time.
(And tbh, it's usually courtesy of Joelle from the mailroom.)
Something about Pokopia I love is that it straight up proves Team Plasma wrong. Because we have separation so complete there are no humans at all, and what do the Pokemon do? Try to find them. They try to bring their friends and loved ones back. They rebuilt infrastructure, they explore, they try whatever they can think of because they love each other. And the humans loved them back. Loved them enough to say goodbye, not knowing whether they would see each other again, because they knew where they are going not many Pokemon could live and be happy. The bond between human and Pokemon is strong and mutual and I will not hear otherwise
Got zero words written for like a month and today I managed to spew out a bunch that I am gonna share cause I REALLY like them.
Undertale AU- Frisk protrag
You wake up with an aching head. You sit up and look around. You are at the bottom of a cave, in a patch of golden flowers. The flowers are in the only spot of light, everything else shadowed and dim or darker then dark.
You try and remember why you are here and the ache flares into stabbing pain.
You curl up and whimper, waiting as the pain throbs through your head and down your neck.
You hurt. You hurt. You hurt because oyu are trying to remember yourself. Is the pain worth the memory?
Well. Your name at least. Everything else can be disgarded.
You are Frisk and you fell down.
You stop trying to remember after puling that out of the stabbing well of pain and the pain settles back down to an ache.
You sniffle a little and rub your eyes of tears.
You get up and realize you have a Stick. You lie Stick. It is a good solid Stick. Good for walking and throwing and fetch. It is taller then you are and you can rest your feet by leaning on it.
You wait a little in the patch of golden flowers. They smell okay.
Are you afraid of the dark? You are not sure. You do not remember. You peer into the dim area and see a place to walk which leads to a very large door. Door? Gate? Doorframe?
A opening between this place and a different place.
You are Frisk. You walk into the dim and onto the path, away from the light and the golden flowers.
You are Frisk and you have decided- Frisk is not afraid of the dark.
He's a manifestation of Kris's trauma and helplessness. He contrasts Ralsei's acceptance and resignation for his place in life. He connects to Susie's sense of abandonment, and is the ultimate proof of her growth and kindness.
He's Toriel's 'Mother knows best' attitude. He's Asgore's stubborn nostalgia. He's Asriel's desire to stay in the past. He's Noelle's longing for someone who's not there. He's an intentional echo of Omega Flowey. His concept was inspired by, and then he became inspiration to Mettaton.
He's Queen's counterpart. He's Gerson's foil. He's the opposite of, but somehow the same as Ramb. He 'mutually enhances' Spamton.
Does he have any other thematic connections I should know about!?
This is the latest attempt at an intro for the Kingpin AU, and even it doesn't have a proper opening. I don't know why I wanted to write it up, since I don't plan to do anything else with that premise, but I guess it was worth it to get it out of my head.
Can't think of anything that would need a warning, but give me a poke if you noticed something I spaced on.
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Her head snapped up, which startled Tenna into pulling back, so their noses wouldn’t collide.
“You can see in the light world.” She repeated, and would have made intense eye contact, if he’d had eyes, “And-- the Knight. Did you see the Knight?”
Something flashed across his face-- quite literally-- but it quickly blacked out, and was replaced with a stark white grimace. “I can, but I’ve never actually, heh, seen the Knight? Even when it-- my back was turned, y’know?”
Susie [grimaced] in answer, and took a hissing inward breath. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. But maybe they looked different in the light world. Who’d you see in the living room back then?”
“You, Tori, and Kris…?” He [?] slowly, namesake twitching as he thought it over, “Just the way the Knight wanted it, not a-- not a soul out of place. Hah.”
[…] “…so how’d you know that, then?”
“I… looked?”
“Nah, not us. How’d you know what the Knight wanted if you never saw it? How’s it possible to make a deal with someone you never met?” […]
He laced his hands together and flexed them, so the fabric stretched over his knuckles. “Easy, you use a separate, dedicated channel.”
A different channel? Did that mean the Knight was able to broadcast its orders?
...she’d already known that, actually. How many times had they seen Tenna run off because he’d picked up on some kind of private signal? The calls connected directly to him, without any phone or foreign device. No wonder he didn’t have anything to give her; the instructions must have filtered straight into his head. That sounded awful.
With an explosive sigh for another dead end, she folded her arms over her chest-- and, belatedly, realized that Tenna’s screen was on again, but impassive, lacking a mouth with which to emote.
“What?” She asked, recognizing anticipation when she felt it. “I’m not mad, dude. If you didn’t see ‘em, you didn’t see ‘em.”
“I had a question, actually.” He said-- which was weird, since he didn’t put his full face back on until after he’d voiced it, “I was shut off for a long time. No idea how long, or what’s been going on in the house, but everyone’s so different, now. You’re-- you’re Kris’s friend. Do they seem… off to you, too, or am I just working with old news?”
Susie hesitated. Yesterday, she would have passed it off as Tenna’s bias, seeing Kris as the kid they’d once been, but now, she wasn’t so sure. Something was going on with them. Noelle seemed to think they were being weird, too, and Susie didn’t see it, but she didn’t know them as well as a childhood friend, or comfort object would.
“I dunno. A lot of weird shit is happening right now.” She finally said, “And it’s not like we’re not looking, but that’s why it’s taking a while to find you a new owner.”
Tenna nodded and folded his arms, trying to downplay the way his claws poked into the fabric. “I’d help you kids out if I could, but… well. You already know. Big electric box. Not even plugged into anything, anymore.”
Right. He was a big, electric box stuck in a closet, where he was staring at the [inert] light world forms of everyone around him. The only way he was getting out of that was if she or Kris actively moved him, but they had bigger-- bunker-- things to worry about; Susie was able to take him from one place to another when need be, but they couldn’t exactly lug a CRT around with them, just because.
But… Kris had used one of Noelle’s pencils the other day, like they didn’t have an entire armory on them. Susie definitely wasn’t carrying a [?] of hairbrushes, and she didn’t think they were, either. Maybe things worked differently for their equipment-- and darkners could become equipment. Or, at least, some could. As far as darkners went, Tenna was a pretty powerful one; there was no reason he couldn’t give it a shot.
“You could try being something else.” She said, and then realized how stupid it sounded, as Tenna’s expression went utterly blank. “I mean. Sometimes darkners decide to come with us. I don’t know how they do it, but they turn into armor, or weapons or something like that. It’s all magic, right?”
“Not-- not any magic I’ve heard about.” Absently, Tenna tugged one of his namesakes down, fiddling with the bauble at its end. “I don’t know if I can do that. Costume changes and scene transitions are easy enough, but I-- those aren’t permanent. They don’t change what you are.”
“Yeah, but it’s not that serious. The other guys turned into something they already had, and they can come out whenever.” In unison, Susie and Tenna glanced-- up and down, respectively-- to the [pin] that glittered at his lapel, and he raised a hand to cover it.
“C’mon,” She cajoled, jumping so she could catch and tug at at his cuff, “It’ll get you out of here, and until we find you a new owner, you can help us fight. Everyone gets somethin’ out of it.”
[…]
“It can’t be that hard. The weird puppet could do it, and you’re the Lord of Screens or some shit-- it’ll be easy for you.”
His antennae perked at that, and he tilted his monitor to the side. “Hah, uh, no? King of Hearts, actually.”
Huh.
“Whatever, I don’t really care-- all that crap just means you’re a super strong darkner. If you wanna, I bet you can do it.”
His fingers curled around the pin, and she saw his thumb slide beneath the fabric.
“C’moooooon.” She drawled, again, subconsciously baring her teeth in an eager smile, “I’ll even be nice and take you to see the lake. It’s not a beach, but it’s better than the closet, right?”
Tenna stayed quiet for another few seconds, holding totally still, all the way up to the tips of his sensors. It was a little weird, when he was usually so animated.
“You have to keep me with you.” He finally said, completely serious.
Susie breathed out a laugh, unsure what else she should have expected.
“You really think I’m talking you into this just to ditch you?” She asked-- then sobered when she remembered the state in which they’d found him, previous: half hidden under a sodden blanket, thrown into the rain by someone he’d loved. Which was to say nothing of the Knight’s betrayal a few short hours, prior. “Nah, man. I… I get it. Long as we’re in the light world, you’re stuck with me.”
His antennae [wilted] in what must have been relief.
“Then it’s a deal.” He said, strangely softly, and shifted to unfasten the pin from his suit jacket. As he knelt down, his demeanor changed by a matter of degrees, and he added, “Still don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing here, but I guess we’ll just improv.”
[…] “We had to fight the other guys first. Maybe you need TP to do it?”
There was a beat of silence, cut short as Tenna snorted. “For a smaller nose, maybe, but TP doesn’t really help someone like me. Just give me a sec here, superstar-- I’ll see what I can do.”
[…]
The pin backs were visibly loose, and when she moved to test one, it wobbled under her thumb. A split second later, her hands were empty and there was a TV in front of her again, clutching at a sleeve, looking stricken.
“Whoa, careful there! The arms are, ah, still tender.” […]
“Oh.” Susie said, lamely. “Sorry. Then how am I s’posed to put it on?”
Tenna’s mouth flattened into a straight line as he held the pin back out. “Well, now that I’m expecting it, I can take it long enough for you to put me on; just don’t go unclipping me all willy-nilly, alright?”
“Did… did it hurt?”
“No,” He said, after a second, “It was just pressure. I guess I jumped the gun when you touched it.”
“Good. You’re still healing, so you’ve gotta protect ‘em.” Susie [?], at which point the tension in Tenna’s form gradually lessened.
“…can we get a second take?”
She shrugged. “Go for it, man.”
With a deep breath that was purely spectacle, he began to reshape his darkness, and the massive body in front of her faded from view. The pin in her hand shone with an unnatural, internal light, and she felt something move against her palm. Gingerly, she lifted the edge to take a look, and found the two clasps had vanished, morphing into a single piece of metal that ran across its length; it wasn’t a lapel pin anymore, but a decorative hair pin. Any other time, Susie would have balked at such an accessory, but it wasn’t a frilly bow or some tacky, lacy thing. Yeah, it was still gaudy, but not girly.
“Hey, good idea.” She muttered, and wasted no time slipping it into her unruly mane. It was perfect, actually. He couldn’t just fall out, there-- she’d have to detangle him before he went anywhere.
“Don’t hear that often,” Kingpin quipped, from somewhere around her right ear, “Better revel in it while I can.”
It sent a pang dangerously close to Susie’s heart, and she huffed, “More like you better get used to it, doofus.”
There was a beat of silence.
“You’re a real sweetheart, aren’t you, Susie?”
“Shut up!!!” She [?], flushing maroon as she turned her back and stormed out of the room.
Her pin sighed, fond and dramatic, then fell silent.
Cheyenne is doing better! However for the short term, we will rely on you, gentle readers, to use your imagination to color the next few pages, until he's back online. Go crazy! Free yourself from the shackles of chromatic expectations! Try Agatha in nothing but shades of green!
You are trying to move into an apartment with your favorite Pokemon. The building is strict about which Pokemon are allowed inside but it’s super affordable. How hard do you think it will be to convince the landlord to let you keep it in the building?
Easy as can be, perfect apartment dweller
Might take some convincing
Basically a coin flip
It will be an uphill battle but I might be able to, while saying goodbye to my deposit
No increased rent, deposit or argument could convince any landlord to let us in
You are trying to move into an apartment with your favorite Pokemon. The building is strict about which Pokemon are allowed inside but it’s super affordable. How hard do you think it will be to convince the landlord to let you keep it in the building?
Easy as can be, perfect apartment dweller
Might take some convincing
Basically a coin flip
It will be an uphill battle but I might be able to
No increased rent, deposit or argument could convince any landlord to let us in
I do find it incredibly funny some people have this idea that the weird route will actually defy fate in any way that's good. Like. I get the thought process but also I don't think you will be very rewarded yanno. The game screams at you you won't like what you will get at the end
So, Cheeseburger died on November 21st after an unfairly short battle with an unfairly rare cancer that is rarely seen in cats. I only got to spend a month with him after his diagnosis, and losing him has been the greatest heartbreak of my entire life so far. He was my best friend and my soul cat, and he was there for me when I was completely alone, for twelve long years.
I made this transparent PNG the night he died in preparation for one of the many ways I was going to memorialize him--a surface rug in his likeness that I planned on laying directly in the line of his favourite sunbeam. And I uploaded that PNG here, because this is the website where people post their cats.
I was not expecting the reception I got. Many people have pointed out that this post has more reblogs than likes, and how insane that is in 2025 when reblog culture is at an all time low. I didn't even talk about the fact that Burger passed away in the original post, it wasn't a tearjerker reblog bait or anything like that. People just loved Burger that much, in the same way I fell in love with him at first sight. He was such an ugly kitten.
Anyways, it's really special to me that so many people have reblogged my best friend. I made this PNG to memorialize him in a completely different way, and you all wound up doing just that in ways I never even imagined.
Thank you. Wherever he is, I know the sun is shining.
"I just DO, I’m unbelievably down bad for him. He 100% laid that egg that he has, Spamton for sure knocked him up and left him with that egg. Now it’s my turn to knock that TV up."
"He keeps an egg from his ex in the closet that he's ashamed of anyone finding out about, but treats as a daughter. Said egg is hidden inside his official plush. The TV is canonically eggnant. Creator also called him a handsome, apron-wearing older husband. I mean, come on."
"He’s already so desperate and needy for attention you can’t tell me he wouldn’t love it."
"I haven't even played Deltarune but the art is so amazing! it's convinced me that Tenna MUST be mpregged."
"It might fix him."
"Okay so the entirety of The Lore takes like an hour to explain so I will skip that and instead talk about the merch pipis stuff. The offical plushies merch have secret bonus stuff sew inside. For Tenna he has a pipis- something that looks like a blue egg. In canon Tenna has a special pipis he keeps safe and hidden and calls it his darling daughter. Pipis (so far) is exclusively made by a different character, Spamton. Tenna and Spamton have fraught history together to the point where they honestly come across as messily divorced. Spamton's plushie *also* had a hidden pipis inside so the meme is that they got each other pregnant."
"We need more pipis in this world <3 also Smapton."
"THEY CAN TAKE WHATEVER THEY WANT IN THE DIVORCE, BUT NOT HIS KID."
"Pipis."
[Rung]
"10 out of 10 mutuals agree: That man is submissive and breedable! People with him as a blorbo-in-law want him pregnant. My DM's are FULL of Rung Pregnant Propaganda Testimonials!"
"His special skill is making crystals that can be used to make Transformers."
"Most of Rung of the Pious Pool's narrative revolves around his ability to 'get pregnant' (as much as a Cybertronian in a species of asexual mechanicals who emerge from the ground or are constructed cold in factories can) and his lack of reproductive justice, given the Functionist Timeline. I have a 23 slide PowerPoint about him. If Rung makes it onto the poll I will polish and publish the PowerPoint as a full thesis dissertation. Threat and promise both."
"Literally his purpose, in a lore way."
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