Kudos - Blog Posts
My hopes and prayers have been answered!!!
Finally able to give more than one kudos!
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 ✌️)
omfg there’s a jshk fic on the spreadsheet jshk fans goooooooo since i don’t have time
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 ✌️)
"Ao3 should allow multiple kudos" "I want to be able to leave more than one kudos"
COMMENT ON THE FUCKING FIC
I SWEAR TO GOD NO ONE COMMENTS MUCH NOW WHEN THE ONLY WAY TO SHOW APPRECIATION FOR A SINGLE CHAPTER IS COMMENTING AND I AM NOT HAVING THIS BULLSHIT BE LIKE TIKTOK WHERE NO ONE EVER COMMENTS POSITIVITY
FOR FUCKS SAKE JUST COMMENT ON THE FUCKING FIC YOU DON'T NEED A MULTIPLE KUDOS BUTTON YOU NEED ACTUAL WORDS
TRUST ME ON ANY WEBSITE OR APP I POST COMMENTS AND WORDS ARE 10X BETTER THAN ANY PLAIN LIKE AND WORDLESS REBLOG IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING LEAVE WORDS
COMMENT
ON
THE
FUCKING
FICS
That little ♥️ means so much to creators! It takes a lot of effort to create something and share it with you. We are real people, not AI. When you read a fic or enjoy an artwork, please take a moment to tap that little kudos/like button and you might just impact someone in a positive way more than you could imagine. Spread the love!
Is leaving kudos on fanfics not common courtesy anymore?
Something I've noticed on AO3 in the last two years is the lack of kudos and comments left on fanfics.
Fanfics have an increasing number of hits, but their kudos and comments remain minimal.
I understand that leaving comments is daunting, but kudos is the easiest thing you can do to show support and appreciation for an author.
Part of me wants to blame BookTok and the commercialized consumption of books.
Readers are more demanding and impatient for content, but they're quick to move on once a book is published. It's a constant demand for 'More, more, more' without appreciating and/or supporting authors. And these readers are now getting into fanfic.
I don't want to complain because it's not productive. But if you're new and getting into fanfic: Support writers.
Support means leaving kudos on AO3, and if you're able, leaving a comment. It's simple courtesy.
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 ✌️)
Beautiful ❤️
Thank you for those words, I really needed them right now!
how to have a healthier relationship with your stats page
1. Understand what stats can tell you - and what they can’t
AO3 stats tell you whether or not another user clicked something. That’s it. Hits tell you whether a user clicked the title of your fic. Kudos tell you that a user clicked the little ❤ at the bottom of the page. Comments tell you that a user typed something into a box and then hit the comment button.
Stats do not tell you why a person did any of those things. They also don’t tell you why a person didn’t do them. You know why you do those things yourself, but there are many types of people in the world and we all have our reasons why we do things. You can’t assume that every other user of AO3 uses the site the same way you do.
Stats are not a reliable way to find out if you’re good at writing. They’re not a way to tell if you are loved. They have nothing to do with the quality of your work or your worth as a person.
2. Don’t compare yourself to others - or yourself
Because stats are not a reliable way to judge quality or skill or the effort you put into a story, comparing your stats against another author will also not tell you which of you is the “better” author or which of you has a “better” story. They can tell you which story was more popular, but popularity itself has very little to do with skill or quality.
This is also true of your own work. Chances are very real that the story you’re most proud of is not the story with the best stats. Don’t let one story’s relative success or failure affect how you feel about another’s.
3. Focus on things you can control instead of things you can’t
Once you’ve posted your story, the reaction to it is out of your control. It will get however many hits, kudos, and comments other people decide to give it and you can’t do much about that at all.
What you can control, however, is the work you put into the story before you post it. Celebrate statistics like word count or time spent writing or the number of WIP you’ve managed to finish. Those are all numbers that are in your control, that you have the power to alter and affect.
Find something in every story that makes you happy. It doesn’t have to be the whole fic. It could be one particular characterization, a scene, or a line. Maybe you wrote a particularly funny joke or a really moving description or a hot love scene.
Highlighting positive emotions and being proud of your own work will make you less reliant on the opinions of other people. You’ll develop more confidence, and that will help you avoid the stats spiral in the future. Finding motivations inside of yourself is much more reliable than getting motivation from people who might or might not continue to provide it.
4. If you can’t ignore stats, avoid them
The first time I had an unhealthy relationship with my stats page, I ended up quitting fic entirely for about a year. I still wrote, I just didn’t post anything on AO3. I couldn’t trust myself not to focus on the numbers and make myself crazy, and so I didn’t allow myself to look at them at all.
The second time I found myself starting down the stats spiral, I knew the signs and I was able to pull myself out of it. I stopped looking at my stats page, but I was able to continue posting work. I still refreshed the page for the first day to see the hits/kudos/comments but after that first day I only returned to the fic in order to post a new chapter or answer another comment.
There are tools you can use to help you avoid stats. This AO3 skin hides stats entirely. This code hides hits. Here’s one for hiding kudos with additional instructions on how to hide any stats you choose.
5. Be your own cheerleader
When it comes right down to it, the reason why we focus in on stats is because we’re looking for reassurance. We want to know for sure whether we’re a good writer or not. Unfortunately, our stats are never going to tell us that.
A lot of us are also told by others that being proud of something we’ve done or liking something that we’ve created is boastful or bragging or other negative personality traits. But there’s a difference between bragging about how good you are and acknowledging your own skills.
Give yourself permission to like your own work. You might never get that permission from someone else, so you need to take that on yourself.
Start talking to yourself the way you’d talk to a friend of yours who was working on a fic or a piece of art or doing anything else that requires time and skill. You wouldn’t tear them down, so don’t tear yourself down. Build yourself up. That positive self-talk can be difficult at first, but it’s a habit that pays off over time.
6. Know that I’m proud of you
It takes courage and strength and determination to have an idea and then to act on it. It’s easy to think. It’s a lot harder to write things down. No matter whether you post your story online or you keep it to yourself. No matter whether you get a thousand hits or a dozen. You’re still amazing, and I’m so glad you took that leap ❤
I love making VAGUELY self-insert ocs that start out as just “Me but XYZ” and end off in “Oops! All transition goals!” Anyway, me if I was a Gym Leader in Pokémon
Click for Quality!
And here’s some rambling ↓
So basically, you meet Ace semi-early in game, maybe right after your first gym, and they ask you to help them out with practice for two “lucky Pokémon” (shinies) they found while training their main partner, Larvesta, to evolve. They do not share any information about themselves, and after being defeated, they have a small chat about the gym challenge with you. They mention in passing that the second to last gym works with bug types, which is odd, since bug types are often seen as weaker. Then you get to that gym. And the Leader/Celebrity Arachnace looks SUSPICIOUSLY familiar, though they INSIST that they’ve NEVER seen you before…
Respect to voice actors, who sing in fan songs. Lots of kudos to you!
hiii how are you ?
can I request a dad Charles where his daughter tells everyone that she French instead of Monegasque (just like Arthur) and Charles is just losing it every time she says it
She's Monegasque, not French
It started innocently, as most things with toddlers do.
Charles was sitting in the Ferrari motorhome, his three-year-old daughter Yn nestled comfortably in his lap, her tiny hands clutching a crayon-streaked drawing of what she insisted was “Papa’s race car.” The sun was bright, the paddock buzzing with media and mechanics and laughter as the summer European leg of the season carried on in full swing.
And then it happened.
“Papa,” she said sweetly, tilting her head up at him, eyes wide and so heartbreakingly sincere, “I’m French.”
Charles blinked.
“Quoi?” he said, pulling back slightly, eyebrows lifting in gentle confusion. “Ma chérie, no, you’re not French. You’re Monegasque, like Papa.”
Yn looked at him, lips pursed, deep in thought. And then she gave a little shrug. “Non. I’m French, like Uncle Thur.”
Charles groaned softly and let his head fall back against the couch. “Not this again.”
From across the room, Arthur—lounging lazily in a chair, eating grapes like he was Caesar in a past life—choked on his laughter.
“I didn’t teach her that,” Arthur said through wheezes. “She came up with it on her own. Genius, really.”
“You encourage it!” Charles accused, pointing an indignant finger at his younger brother. “You always say you’re French!”
“Well, I am French,” Arthur said with a grin. “Monegasque passport and everything. And clearly, Yn has excellent taste.”
“Excellent taste in traitors. And Monaco is not France,” Charles muttered, pulling Yn closer as if cuddling her tightly would somehow absorb her back into Monegasque pride.
But it didn’t stop there.
No, Yn had decided. French it was.
She told the Ferrari PR team she was French when they asked where she was from. She announced it proudly to the camera when someone tried to film a cute moment with her and her dad. She whispered it solemnly to Carlos while sitting in his lap eating strawberries.
“Papa’s sad ‘cause I’m French,” she told Carlos.
Carlos, eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned in conspiratorially. “That’s okay, Princesa. I’m Spanish, and he still talks to me.”
“Does he love you?” Yn asked, dead serious.
Carlos blinked. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Then maybe he’ll still love me even if I’m French.”
Behind them, Charles face-palmed.
The drivers got wind of it quickly—because of course they did.
By the next day, the jokes were relentless.
“So,” Lando said at breakfast in the hotel, stirring sugar into his coffee like he was preparing to deliver a monologue. “Do I address her as ‘Mademoiselle Yn’ now or...?”
“She’s not French,” Charles groaned.
“She told my engineer she wants her birthday cake in the shape of the Eiffel Tower,” Max deadpanned, walking by and tossing Charles a sympathetic look. “Good luck with that.”
Even Seb, who was visiting that weekend with his kids, gave Charles a comforting pat on the back. “At least she’s not saying she’s German. Yet.”
And then there was Esteban.
“Oh, this is fantastique,” Esteban beamed, scooping Yn up in the paddock one afternoon. “You’re French, just like me!”
Yn squealed and threw her arms around his neck. “Oui!”
Charles practically melted into the tarmac. “Mon dieu…”
But it was Arthur who reveled in it most.
He started wearing a beret. A beret, for god’s sake.
One afternoon in the hospitality tent, he presented Yn with a baguette and a small fake mustache. “For my fellow French citizen,” he declared proudly.
“Merci, Uncle Thur!” Yn beamed, sticking the mustache crookedly on her nose.
“I am living in a cartoon,” Charles mumbled into his hands.
No amount of explaining helped.
“But Monaco is in France,” she argued one night while Charles tucked her into bed in the team’s motorhome. “It’s right there.”
“No, chérie,” Charles said gently, brushing her curls back. “It’s close, but it’s its own country. Like Papa said before, remember?”
“I like France better.”
He sighed and tried the next best tactic: bribery.
“If you say you’re Monegasque again,” he whispered conspiratorially, “Papa will buy you ten ice creams tomorrow.”
Yn narrowed her eyes, suspicious. “What kind?”
“Any kind. Strawberry. Chocolate. All of them.”
“Hmm…” she tapped her chin with exaggerated thought. “I still wanna be French.”
He clutched his chest. “Traitor.”
The situation hit a new peak during the Saturday driver briefing. Yn, accompanied by Carlos and Charles, had been allowed to come along briefly before things got official. She toddled in wearing sunglasses way too big for her face and a little Ferrari cap.
Yuki crouched down to her level with a big smile. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Yn.”
“I’m French!” she declared proudly, striking a pose.
Yuki laughed. “That’s so cool! Then you must know that Uncle Pierre is also French!”
Yn froze.
All the drivers went still.
Charles raised his head slowly, eyes narrowing.
Yn’s nose scrunched up.
“…Uncle Pierre?”
“Yes,” Yuki chirped, unaware he was about to break the world’s most stubborn three-year-old. “He’s very French. Like super French.”
The silence that followed could have swallowed a pit lane.
Charles watched her face shift—concentration, confusion… and then determination.
She took off her sunglasses, turned to her father, and declared solemnly, “Papa. I’m not French anymore.”
Charles blinked. “You’re not?”
“I’m Monegasque now.”
“...Why?”
She folded her arms. “I don’t wanna be the same as Uncle Pierre.”
“WHAT?!” Pierre shouted from across the room, utterly betrayed.
Arthur was on the floor, laughing so hard he nearly cried. “Nooo! The French alliance has fallen!”
Carlos, barely holding it together, whispered, “Monaco wins.”
Charles scooped Yn up with the biggest grin he’d worn in days. “You have made Papa so proud.”
Yn patted his cheek. “Do I still get ice cream?”
He laughed, hugging her tight. “You can have all the ice cream you want, mon amour.”
Behind him, Pierre was muttering in disbelief, “What did I do? What did I do?”
And from that day on, Yn was proudly, defiantly, loyally Monegasque.
Until next week, when she decided she wanted to be Italian because “Papa’s car is red like Italy.”
And Charles just sighed into his espresso.
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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.
-🩷🎀