#I'm not really happy with this.

[averbaldumpingground]

Word prompt: promulgate

Why did it always start with chickens, Sarah wondered, rummaging through the contents of her sock drawer. It was better to check for feathers and paperclips and the occasional egg before upending the whole thing into her laundry basket. She'd learned that the hard way.

But chickens were usually just the first sign of an impending goblin infestation. Whenever the incessant clucking started up from the direction of her dresser, Sarah knew that it was going to be a very long week. She'd already salted all her windowsills and covered the mirrors with plywood.

Not that it helped very much.

But chickens meant that she had a day or two at most before she found a group of goblins in her kitchen. Probably drunk off her vanilla extract or making snow angels in her whole wheat flour. Again.

She'd taken to scouring garage sales for any cast iron cookware she could find. It wasn't foolproof, but a good dutch oven worked better than those cheap, plastic child-safety locks.

But that still didn't explain why it always seemed to start with the chickens or how they even got there. She'd tried questioning a goblin once, the green one with the tusks that liked to wear a funnel for a hat and use up all of her shampoo because it smelled nice.

"It's in book," the goblin said, making a tea tree mint-smelling puddle in the middle of the bathroom floor. She'd switched to cheaper shampoo after that.

The closest she'd gotten to a coherent answer had come from the goblin with the bright orange dreadlocks and the somewhat disturbing fascination with falling off the spinning ceiling fan.

"It regularation!" the goblin insisted, mouth full of half-chewed potato chips that Sarah used to bribe the more talkative ones into telling her things when they could be distracted long enough to stop destroying her apartment. She'd already resigned herself to never seeing her security deposit again. "King make speech. Wear swooshy cape. King sparkle."

Not that that had cleared anything up. She'd spent a week vacuuming up potato chip crumbs from her couch cushions. She tried not to resort to bribery very often.

And then there was Hoggle. Sarah had asked him about it after the third time it happened, chickens pecking at her nice lingerie, the particularly loud grey one with her favorite bra hanging half off its head like one of those Russian fur hats with the ear flaps.

"Really, Sarah, don't you know anything?" Rather than actually explain the sudden, repeated, appearance of poultry in her bedroom, Hoggle had gone off on a tangent, something about goblin parliamentary procedure, and how the wearer of the saucepan would--honestly, Sarah had stopped listening.

Which left her, once again, trudging to the laundromat with most of the contents of her dresser. At least they hadn't laid anything this time.

[w1lmuttart]

The lake town

[mroddmod]

soos was crying behind the camera btw

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I am incredibly serious right now when I beg you all, please, and if you have Twitter or Tiktok or whatever to please spread the word: click on an author's profile on Ao3.

You want to know if an author has written more? Want to know if they're still writing? Want to see more from them? Want to know if they've written a trope or kink or sex scenario you enjoy?

Click on their name. And look at their profile.

I cannot tell you how many times in the last six months someone has read a new or newer fic of mine and said they (a new reader who has read nothing else I've done) "can't wait to see what you do next!" I've written 50+ fics and over a million words already.

"I don't know if you're still writing..." click on my profile. I am. I literally wrote a 128k+ fic for that ship last month.

"Would you ever do X?" "Please do Y!" I already did. Click on my name and look at my works.

Archive of our Own is a library. It's an archive. Not social media. It is your responsibility to fight back against the laziness that corporate algorithms have trained into you.

Click my author name. Just click it. Just click it.

Before you demand more, or ask if a writer will do XYZ, or wonder if the author still writing, or anything - click on their profile. Click on the author's profile.

I'm not trying to be mean or condescending or anything like that. I'm just exhausted. It's disheartening and frustrating to repeat myself ad nauseam, because someone couldn't take thirty seconds to do the tiniest bit of work to see if I've written lately, if I've written more for their ship, or scan my works to see if I've written what they're asking for. Please. Please. I'm begging.

Click the author's name, and explore before you ask.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[bambiilooza]

a page of some gods that were requested. this was fun :D

close ups :D

shout out juice, herpes and aioli. you guys were really fun to draw

[monotcchi]

a quick halfling senshi for today's warmup (and to better my mood)

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[romansleftshoulderpad]

As a writer, I love going back through the comments I've gotten on AO3. I promise that the minute you take of your time has been appreciated for hours/months/years

[e-turn]

links to some translations under the cut

и заодно выложу пару любопытным образом перекликающихся переводов потрясающих фанфиков!

тьма нынче обретает жизнь великолепного автора @/goodlucktai

и еще одна покорившая меня зарисовка rem - а тени пусть уходят

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[mroddmod]

uhhhhh happy halloweiner

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[oilith]

Don't laugh at people or mock people who are "childish". People are allowed to like things that are considered "childish". Toys, kids cartoons, anything like that can be a valuable source of comfort for the people who like them. It's important to have things in life that make you happy, and without them it gets miserable. Wether that thing is stuffed animals or cooking or writing lyrics, what's important is that others don't ridicule and belittle them for it. There shouldn't be such judgement for the things that make people happy.