Justalildreamcatcher

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">

Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">

nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">

yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">

It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

Germany, 2020, Merthur

Merlin fandom: reblog with where you’re from, when you started watching the show, and your otp. It’s for science. 

I’ll start. U.S. 2015. ArMor. 

Modern day Merthur ❤️

Waiting for my husband (my work bestie) to return from the war (his break) so we can return to our lovely conversations (bitching about our coworkers) once more

Discord servers are outside of my natural habitat so I'm never sure of what to do when I'm in one

is this anything.

This broke my heart.

5 times Merlin almost died and 1 time he didn’t.

Today, Merlin walks next to the road along the lakeside.

Every other day, he pauses and looks at the monument. He studies the water, looking for anything out of the ordinary. A sign, a relic, any change at all.

Today, Merlin did not look for Arthur.

He knew that today would be no different than any other. There would be no king waiting for him on the shore. So he took a deep breath, and continued walking.

Today, for the first time in 1500 years, Merlin gave up on his destiny.

But Arthur had not given up on him.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The eeb that deebs, the blorb that plinks!

’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes Did bode and call out on the dash: Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams, And of things was the trash.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The eeb that deebs, the blorb that plinks! Beware of Shittos Glup, and shun Bendlebick Cumperdincks!”

He took his discourse sword in hand; Long time the chungus foe he sought— So rested he in the ball pit (free!) And sat awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish (derogatory) thought he sat, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came GIFfling through the old group chat, And hurgled as it came!

UWU! UWU! And through and through The discourse blade went "Um, actually, the Jabberwock is coded as friendly because 'eyes of flame' means red and orange, and those are warm and inviting colors according to 'color theory', which I guess you haven't heard of and don't understand." He left it dead, and with its head He man car door hook hand.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boi! O #frabjousday! Sounds fake but okay!” He reblogged in his joy.

’Twas Tumblr, and the slithy memes Did bode and call out on the dash: Fucken WIMDY were the shitpost streams, And all of us were trash.