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Funguary 2026! The drawing challenge where we draw fungi during the month of February. This will be the last time I’m hosting this event, which is bittersweet… So join in on the fungi fun one last time, so we may end it with a bang✨ Event starts Feb 1st

In order to join, create one art piece centered around mushrooms per weekly theme. Drawing daily is a lot of pressure, so I thought we’d keep it chill this time by only doing one a week. This will give us more time to flesh out our character! Ive written down species suggestions, but please feel free to draw whichever shroom you fancy!

The only official rule is to honor fungi as your almighty deity. Oh, and to use tags #Funguary & #Funguary2026

Rating: NSFW Chapter: 3 Pairing: Ford Pines x reader Tags: Mutual pining, angst, hurt/comfort, medical experimentation, alien biology, alien technology, sexual tension, romantic tension, scenting, REEDA being helpful. Word count: 23,565 (no, really)

In his arms, that same scent you've begun to grow so disgustingly attached to begins to waft up to meet your nose. Unlike the muted version from his bedsheets, the smell from Ford up close is hellacious. Full-bodied and rich, like the finest of wines, you can catch every single note he emits. The faint chemical aroma is less pronounced now, overtaken instead by something much muskier; dark and peppery, interwoven with hints of petrichor and natural pine. Woodsy, with a hint of smoke underneath.

It's delicious.

The scent had been bad second hand, but like this it's potent enough to make your mouth flood with saliva and your knees grow impossibly weaker beneath you.

As your brain tries to process a reply for him, Ford's perturbed expression shifts suddenly. His thick brows unknit from their assessing frown and slowly, they climb higher on his forehead until the lines in his skin there deepen beneath the thicket of his fringe. His eyes grow wide and his nostrils flare, a look of unrestrained shock forming on his face.

Like he's been stung, Ford drops you.

“I would love to see art of Ford gazing longingly at your interpretation of Reader back when they worked at the diner :D”

Remember those medieval chapters where Bill got forced into a jester costume and danced against his will? Where the Henchmaniacs were slaves and Legs was rebuilding the castle Bill rage-quit in the 1300s?

WELL. WE'RE GOING BACK.

I was supposed to wait until TWDUP was finished to write this, but inspiration struck like Bill striking a granary (literally), so here we are!

Alright so if you're active on AO3, you've probably heard about the bot problem. It's been going on for years but it's gotten way worse lately, so here's a breakdown of what's happening and how to protect yourself.

What Are AO3 Bots?

Basically spam accounts that leave comments on fics. They're automated and they've been plaguing the site since like 2021, but they keep getting more sophisticated.

Types of Bots You Might See:

Praise Bots - These leave super generic compliments that could apply to literally any fic. Stuff like "This is pure genius, I'm in awe of your world-building" or "This deserves all recognition." The dead giveaway is when someone praises your "heartwarming" fic when everyone literally died and the earth shattered around them lmao.

Hateful/Cruel Bots - These are the really fucked up ones. They scrape REAL AO3 usernames and attach them to horrible, cruel comments. So innocent people get their names attached to hateful shit they never said. If you see a mean comment, check if the username is clickable - if it's not linked to an actual profile, it's a bot.

Kudos Bots - Some authors have woken up to like 30-60 fake kudos dumped on their fics all at once, with no corresponding increase in hit counts. This completely destroys the metric system especially in smaller fandoms.

AI Accusation Bots - These accuse authors of using ChatGPT or other AI tools, sometimes on fics that are literally older than the AI programs they're being accused of using. Some link to "AI detection tools" which are likely just trying to get you to feed more fics into AI training databases.

Misinformation Bots - A newer type that showed up in May 2025 claiming AO3 was removing works to "conserve server space" and telling authors to delete their own work or risk being banned. Complete bullshit - AO3 has never done this and never will.

Mary Sue Bots - Accuse your OCs of being Mary Sues, even when your fic only has canon characters and no self-inserts at all.

Art Commission Scam Bots - Leave praise then offer to make comic/art commissions of your fic. They get you off-site to Discord or Instagram, take your payment, then either send AI-generated garbage or ghost you completely.

How Do They Work?

The bots comment as unregistered guests and scrape real AO3 usernames to attach to their comments. The username shows up but isn't clickable and has no actual profile associated with it (unless you search for that name directly, which makes it look legit at first).

The newer ones are getting smarter too - they scrape your fic's tags and use them to make the generic praise seem more personalized. So if you tagged "angst" they'll specifically mention emotions and tension.

How To Spot Them:

Username isn't clickable/has no profile

Generic praise that could apply to any fic

Comments that make zero sense for what actually happened in your story

Multiple comments hitting your fics really fast (like 7 comments timestamped over 9 hours)

Sudden spike in kudos with no matching increase in hits

Anyone trying to get you off-site for commissions or services

The Emotional Impact:

This shit genuinely hurts authors. Some don't realize they're bots at first and think the hate comments or AI accusations are real criticism of their writing. There's also concerns from neurodivergent and ESL authors who worry their real comments will be mistaken for bots because their writing style might seem stilted.

And if your username gets stolen? You might have to track down authors and explain that hateful comment wasn't actually you.

What You Can Do:

As an author:

Delete bot comments as soon as you spot them

If it gets bad, lock your comments to registered users only (Settings → Privacy → "Only show your work to registered users")

Report the comments if you can

As a reader/commenter:

Don't panic if your username got stolen - reach out to the author and explain it wasn't you

Keep leaving real comments! Authors need to know there are real people who love their work

Maybe make your comments a bit more specific/personal so authors know you're real

Everyone:

Spread awareness so people know what to look for

Don't feed fics into "AI detection tools" that bots link to

Why Are They Doing This?

Honestly? Probably to keep AI brands in the "fandom news" cycle and create controversy. Some are straight-up scams. Either way, they suck.

Stay safe out there and keep supporting your favorite authors with real comments. We need that genuine engagement now more than ever. 💜

I need to hear more headcanons from you with a hyperfem bimbo pink girly in mind 🙏

I love your honesty, haha. I got you!

He hates when you lean on his shoulder, when you hold his bicep as you walk, the way you lazily throw your feet on his lap when you two are sitting on the couch together. He hates when you whisper in his ear, the way your breath sends chills and goosebumps down his neck as you try to stifle a laugh while telling him a secret. He hates that you praise him for every little thing. His smallest accomplishments are rewarded with every way of saying "good job" in the book. He can't stand it when you hug him without permission, the way you look up at him with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You and those big doe eyes, you're begging for a kiss, ever so loudly, yet you aren't saying anything at all. He hates that he always knows what you're thinking. The little innuendos you throw at him drive him crazy, he knows you know you're flustering him, too.

He won't tell you to stop though, oh no. That would be rude. He wouldn't want to hurt your feelings, or ruin the friendship. That's all, that's why he doesn't tell you to quit openly gawking at him, why he doesn't push you away when you hug him, why he pretends to act coy and humble when you compliment him, clearly fishing for more praise. Or why he doesn't mind you sitting next to him as he plays the piano, leaning your entire body weight on his side, even though it's affecting his performance.

No, he'd never tell you to stop, because he loves it, he loves you. And he hates himself for loving you. He's a highly intelligent individual with no time for romance, someone as bright as him wouldn't waste precious time on someone else when he could be working, inventing, reading, experimenting.

All of these thoughts race through his head, he is more than certain he can get over his little "crush" if he avoids you long enough. Maybe you'll lose interest first, that would solve everything.

That is until you come up behind him and drape your arms over his shoulders, laying your head at the crook of his neck. Wishing him a goodmorning in an almost sing-songy fashion.

Girl, he'd eat you up like a baby alligator.

Stanford is the definition of liking things that are "out of the norm", whether that be cryptids and monsters, devoting ones life to research and education, to even something as simple as loving misshapen jellybeans!!

Heck, he traveled all the way across the country solely to be AROUND things that are out of the ordinary, to be directly in the midst of them! That being said, the Gothic subculture wasn't a thing when he was here on earth. Well, it was? But it was just starting out in the early 1980's, and I'm pretty sure he was already cooped up in his house working on the portal during that time/already got pushed into it? Someone fact check me on that.

I think he would be taken aback upon seeing you initially. (This is, if you dress the part, which I assume you do.)

A mix of fascination and curiosity would wash over him, he has so many questions. But, I don't think he'd be too keen on directly asking why you dress the way you do. I'm sure you're used to people admiring you, so make sure to remind him that you don't mind the very obvious staring when you finally confront him about it.

But when you finally explain what "goth people" are, what they stand for, the music, and the history behind the fashion itself, he would be in awe. A lot of people like to headcanon Ford as being a stereotypical misogynistic A-hole who hated everything the new world had to offer, but I beg to differ in the rudest way possible. Are we talking about the same Stanford Pines? The guy who got bullied all his life because he just so happened to have a dominant gene in the hand department!? He knows what it's like to be different, he knows what it's like to believe in things most people don't necessarily agree with. ie: the paranormal. So, I really doubt that Ford would hold the same beliefs that most people had back in his time.

Stanford would love the fact that ya'll are unapologetically yourselves. You're strange, mysterious, complex, and totally creative. That's LITERALLY his thing. This goes for any fashion subculture that is unusual, by the way.

Ford loves quality time, and his version of that includes not talking while still being in the same vicinity. In other words, parallel play.

He's tinkering with his gadgets and doo hickeys, and you're doing your own thing at the same table. The silence only being broken by him huffing at something that frustrates him, a quiet "dammit" as a bolt rolls across the floor, or a sneeze followed by an immediate "bless you."

If it’s not too much trouble, would you possibly write about Stan and Ford with a shy s/o?

Ford, i think he’d be the kind of person who wants to talk but overthinks it so much that it never comes out right. and if you’re shy too, it’s just this whole situation where both of you are sitting next to each other, wanting to say something, but both stuck in your heads.

but weirdly enough, it’s not uncomfortable. it’s like, you just kinda get it. he’s fidgeting with a pen or his notes or smth, you’re over there staring at the table, and somehow that feels fine. i think with Ford it’s not that he’d help you open up, it’s more that you’d both slowly warm up to existing around someone without feeling like you have to always fill the space, so it’s the first time silence doesn’t feel like failure, cringe, awkward or whatever

and mb that’s why it’d work cuz he’s not gonna pressure you to talk, he’s just gonna...well, be there. do his thing. share random thoughts about smth he’s working on and then get flustered when he realises he’s been talking for ten minutes straight. and you’d probably just smile or nod and that’d be enough for him.

Stan, i think he’d notice your shyness and find it kinda cute, but also confusing as hell. he’s bold but he’s also way more emotionally intelligent than he pretends to be. he’s the type who’s used to reading people fast, and with you he can’t really tell what’s going on in your head, so he ends up talking more just to fill the space.

and he’d tease you at first, sure, but when he realises you’re not ignoring him, but actually nervous/ flustered/ shy, he’d totally soften up.

Rating: SFW Chapter: 2 Pairing: Ford Pines x reader Series: Maid to Be Word count: 15,320

"-any idea what could happen if there's no one around? A disaster, Stanley, that's what!"

The moment you position yourself in the kitchen's doorway, a fed up-looking Stan spots you. His face lights up, but not with happiness. Much more so with relief.

"Speak of the devil," he says gruffly, nodding at you. "He's all yours."

"What the hell is going on?" you ask, looking between them both in concern.

Ford whirls on the spot, releasing his brother from the grip of his fiery glare and aiming it directly at you instead.

Somehow, he manages to look both exhausted and full of nervous, stressed energy at the same time. His hair is still damp from his earlier shower, curls beginning to reform and frizz, and his cheeks are slightly flushed from all the effort he's put into telling his brother off. Although his clothes are fresh, the same red turtleneck and dark jeans get-up that he favours, they're unironed and rumpled, and it only adds to the vaguely insane, self-neglected look he has going on. He seems utterly frazzled by whatever has made him tie himself up in such tight knots.

Uh oh.

It's a little trick-or-treat simulator for gravity falls that you can play. It's not very long, it's just meant to be a small fun thing for Halloween. I may tinker with it a bit in the days leading up to the actual holiday, add in a few things here or there.

I hope you guys like it!