Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros’ retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:
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This happened to me on Monday! Just to note, they seem to be using the usernames of real AO3/Tumblr users, which is creepy and upsetting, and also a weird way to sow discord in our communities.
As a fanfic writer, this makes me sick.
Letting me readers know about this nonsense. Don’t bother with engaging if you get something like this, do as the OP says and continue to write.
Just a heads up, there are bots going around on AO3 accusing people of using AI. Considering the timing, this is likely AI bros’ retaliation for AO3 users calling them out for scraping their work. Examples of what you might be sent:
If you get a comment like this, just report for spam and delete.
This happened to me on Monday! Just to note, they seem to be using the usernames of real AO3/Tumblr users, which is creepy and upsetting, and also a weird way to sow discord in our communities.
As a fanfic writer, this makes me sick.
Letting me readers know about this nonsense. Don’t bother with engaging if you get something like this, do as the OP says and continue to write.
i mean this as a genuine compliment but people making their lamb designs unbelievably cunty is so funny and good to me. theyve gotta serve the one who waits but yknow what else theyve gotta serve? CUNT.
also im looking at my ao3 bookmarks because i forgot it was even a thing but there’s something a little heartbreaking about seeing a bookmark from 4-5 years ago that says “this work has been deleted, sorry!” who were you. what were we together
me, @donutfloats and @arsonistmoth were talking about how we draw Nar & Lamb ears bigger and bigger + this post of narilamb bluetoothing a baby to each other like the crown. thus this was born
So people like to give the lamb’s bell some cultural meaning unique to them, but i don’t think ive seen anyone mention a bellwether.
A bellwether is the sheep who the shepard puts a bell on so they always knows where the flock is. Where they go the rest of the sheep will follow, so its more or less marking the leader of the flock.
(We are going to ignore the etymology where the wether part refers to the ram/goat being castrated, as that is because sheeps tend to form herds with one male and many female sheep and farmers need to control flock populations.)
Narinder (Shamura for goat) knows enough about to sheep to mark them with a bell to denote leadership. And thats kinda cute.
I SHOT THE HEAD OFF THE CPR MANNEQUIN WHAT THE HELL
IM GONNA PISS MYSELF JFC
ok so the last time i got cpr certified was when i was a tiny lil thing in high school to be a lifeguard for the kiddie swim lessons we taught. so its been a minute, yeah?
i am required to be cpr certified in my position at my job, smth that has not been brought up at ALL in the last 3 years ive been here, so i went to retake the course and all that. I went with a coworker, we partnered up and named our dummy Charles because we’re cool like that. ended up having to use the table instead of the floor because of my bad knee and recently healed ankle, so we’re above everyone else. We get charles ready, and i end up going first as the first responder, so i’m going over the process in my brain. 30 compressions at 100-120BPM, two respirations, AED, etc. etc. I was also remembering how hard it was to do proper compressions in my tiny little body at 14, so I knew it took more force than i thought to get the compressions deep enough, so i prepared to have to use my body weight and fucking send it. But! it turns out, since im not 4'11" anymore it was in fact Not Very Difficult to get past 2 inches, so it was fine and the instructor actually told me to ease up. I did awesome, compressions were deep and at proper rate, gold star for me.
however, my brain did not connect the dots that if the compressions would take less force, so would the respirations. Me at 14 had to use my full lung capacity to get the chest to rise at all, so I, with my full adult lung capacity and 10+ years of competitive swim, vocal training with breath support, and occasional dabble into brass instruments as I make my way around an orchestra, decide that I need to still full blast for the thing to work. i have to save charles, after all, so fucking send it ig. two very fast, very HARD breaths.
charles’s chest plate lifts off and resettles incorrectly, i am none the wiser because i am (wrongly) focusing on the fucking little LEDs on the dummy being green instead of actually registering the movement of the chest like youre supposed to. My coworker, however, has noticed that charles might be A Little Fucked Right Now, and tries to get my attention, but i am FOCUSED because you gotta do the full two minutes and all that. so i switch back to the compression.
the chest plate, no longer in proper position to hold the head in place, clicks weirdly, and next thing i know the charles’s head fucking LAUNCHES off into the fucking wall, nearly missing another person’s head. his chest flipped up off his body and his head is gone and trailing that little plastic bag that the air you breathe into, completely deflated.
i fucking OVERINFLATED the bag to the point where when i did a compression it fucking POPPED and sent the head flying. the class had to stop for a full fucking 15 minutes to get itself together while i melted into my chair in embarassment i wanted to DIE
the instructor was fucking dying she was all like, ‘ok you remember when i was giving the list of instances when you can stop cpr? you can stop now because he’s dead’ AND EVERYONE WAS LAUGHING AT ME AND MY COWORKER WAS FUCKING HEAVING AND WHEEZING HARD ENOUGH TO FALL OUT OF HIS CHAIR AND IM SO FUCKING MORTIFIED
I DECAPITATED CHARLES IN A CLASS ON HOW TO SAVE SOMEONES LIFE SOMEONE FUCKING KILL ME
Neither enemies to lovers nor slow burn but a secret third thing called Schrödinger’s intimacy. We are in love and we are not in love do NOT open that lid I swear to God.
it takes quite a bit of social intelligence for a creature to understand:
I know what I am doing is wrong
I know there is an activity that looks similar that is not wrong
If I am quick I can plausibly pass one off as the other
these cats are displaying remarkable theory of mind skills by not only registering that the humans can perceive them but actively trying to manipulate that perception! that requires one to be aware that other individuals have complicated interior thoughts of their own, to know that those thoughts are not always based on truth, and to quickly decide on the best possible “lie” for the situation. this is why I despise animal intelligence tasks based on obedience— some of the most clever moments stem from intelligent disobedience.
“I know chatgpt is bad but you just don’t really have any choice” you literally do. Don’t use it. Have some moral backbone.
it’s been like 2 years. i havent touched it. never needed to. “you don’t really have a choice,” are you so swift to forget the recent past? Bitch i still use itunes to download mp3s to so i have them forever and any song i want, then my sister burns them to CDs. When boycotts rolled out my other sister got no thanks to scan what products we shouldn’t buy. i still use corded headphones not because “its older” but because it’s easier. a fool criticizes those who buy candles 200 years after the invention of the electric light until the power goes out. become ungovernable. you are not immune to propaganda. you’ve never had Chatgpt forced upon you, the only thing forced upon you is the idea that Chatgpt is forced upon you. why claim you need something today that you didn’t need yesterday. little bitch.
I realized I never drew my lamb and Yuki together outside of shit post on magma. Changing that.
She’s their first and most loyal follower. They don’t believe in love and she’s obsessed with it. A kind voice to help their mental fog relating to a certain cat.
Also she is so so so short. Standing would put her around their mid abdomen area and around Narinder’s hips not counting her ears. Oldest cult member, everyone. Dwarf rabbit.
Video game which initially appears to be, and is promoted as, a cozy small-town life sim, but after about ninety minutes the town gets firebombed, all of the quirky NPCs you’ve been building relationship hearts with die, and the mechanics shift completely to a Pathologic style survival sim. If anyone complains to the developer, they simply mildly point out that it was clearly marketed as “Ghibli inspired”.
Okay, this may be just a joke, but I think if you do this right it could be an extremely poignant game! Rebuilding your community after collapse, knowing it can’t be the same but maybe it can become a home again. Comforting people who seemed strong before the event as they fall apart, helping them become whole again. Remembering those who didn’t make it. Working alongside people who were always scared (and still are!) but are now stepping up to do the work of rebuilding anyway. All the same kind of interactions you’d expect - gift giving, small tasks and requests, daily conversations, home decoration. Old friends leave. New ones arrive. Some are nice. Some are prickly. But you’re all working and living together in the same community.
You could even do the survival sim mechanics of you want, but the optimal strategy should always be building community. Help others when they fall and they’ll do the same for you.
The thing they don’t tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk
Narilamb idea that doesn’t really fit my Lamb so im putting it out in the Fandom ether
The lamb does the brainwashing ritual for the first time since narinders indoctrination. They take them off somewhere alone and, while they have complete control over them, ask them to say they forgive them. That it wasn’t their fault. That they’re proud of them as their vessel. Maybe even that they love them too. All the while holding back tears.
Now there’s 2 ways this can end.
1. They look up at narinder and see nothing but the blank, dead eyes of mushroom addled cultist, and be forced to face the fact that, even if he says those things, he’ll never mean it.
2. Realize narinder was smart enough to not take any mushrooms while making everyone think he did and he’s been 100% sober the whole time they’ve said all this.