#or is it a play on tag to rhyme??

[genspiel]

forever thinking about how funny it would be if ao3 character tags were required to include every single iteration of a character's name

"Kabukimono | Kunikuzushi | Kuronushi | Scaramouche | The Balladeer | Shouki no Kami The Prodigal | Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom | The Wanderer | Hat Guy | [Insert Name Here] (Genshin Impact)"

#tre plays #genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer #the dude collects names like they're trading cards #also putting kuronushi and scaramouche back to back like that has made my brain read them as if they rhyme help- #now imagine the relationship tag with “promise breaking child from scaramouche's past”

[breezycheezyart]

Decided to revisit mershark!Shiro for mermay! Had fun with this piece ^_^

Please do not repost

#breezycheezyart #shallura #there was barely a rhyme or reason to how this piece came about lmao #just slapping colors together and playing with brushes #i originally wanted this to be sketchy like the previous pic...........yeah #babbles in the tags lol

[holdoncallfailed]

one of my favorite things in the world is learning about what other people experienced as “kid culture” growing up—i.e. what games they played, which songs/chants that everyone knew, which urban legends got passed around—because i feel like the world is so small when you’re a kid, and you just assume everybody all over the world knows the same songs you do cos that’s just a fundamental part of being a child. and sometimes they are the same, or very similar, regardless of culture, which is even more special. idk i just love hearing what funny names everyone had for things they did as kids.

#pls tell me ur favorite games u played as a child #not board games like playground games #mother may i / (freeze) tag / red rover / sardines / mafia / etc... #or which jump rope rhymes you knew #or the hand clapping games etc u would play on the bus (before we all had phones lol)...did anyone else do quackadiddily oh my #text

[melonthesprigatito]

A while ago I saw a post that was essentially "Who would win if your latest blorbo got into a fight with your first ever blorbo?"

I dunno, that would be an interesting match up actually.

#wordgirl #wordgirl rhyme #wordgirl villains #wordgirl shitpost #wordgirl meme #I would also tag this as Blaze the Cat but I don't want to attach a Sonic fandom homing beacon to my post #Melon outs herself as a former Sonic fan 😔 #Though to be fair it was 2012 and the only games I ever played were Sonic Rush/ Rush Adventure #And the Mario & Sonic Olympic Games DS games #Actually Blaze the Cat inadvertently led to me becoming a Pokémon fan #Because I saw an image on Google comparing her to Espeon #And I was SOOOOO offended and outraged on behalf of the Blorbo #Like WHO IS THIS AND HOW DARE THEY COPY BLAZE 😡😡😡😡😡 #...Even though Pokémon Gold and Silver predates Sonic Rush by nearly a decade #I didn't know that at the time ok #Guess who's my favourite Eeveelution now #Like genuinely there is no clear winner in this fight #Fire melts ice but Rhyme is possibly faster and has super strength #i know for a fact that Blaze would demolish Tobey tbh #Literally every boss fight in Sonic Rush is a robot.

[computer-boy]

Stop shipping quality man Dazai Osamu with irrelevant flop side characters who absolutely do not deserve his greatness and beauty

@sad-emo-dip-dye @justsomewill @stlangels @noxious-amillion @sleepy-kitty-boy @b4ckr00ms-k4ndl3z @gempuff11 @kyoukamybeloved @hmmmmmhmhmh @friedoafauthoreclipse @jkookieflowers @astraltrain @kr0issant @daz4i @pricel0ss @babygirlchuuya @2383-lines-of-code

holy shit theyre still here ahfdhjsafsjhgjhsfsdfugsdf??

#asks #sorry to all the people im pinging but this is hilarious #therye still at it... its been at least half a year #chuugly tag #this is so funny to me. pleaseee please please just get a hobby #i can recommend some things! sewing. gardening. learn a language. crochet. yoga. whatever floats your boat #get interested in some niche science and bother everyone you know about linguistics or entymology or something. collect stamps. #learn an instrument even if the only thing you can play is nursery rhymes. make pins. you can get the plastic clipon templates for 4 bucks #butlike dear anon if you Actually Genuinely For Real consider putting this whole deal on the back burner my dms are open to be friends #im not kidding i want the best for you friend #um please stop harrassing people and insulting art because it has chuuya or soukoku in it though . have you considered you are being #a fucking asshole. or whatever. maybe. #ok talk over nice chatting to you!

[squadrah]

La Squadra di Esecuzione

#jjba #la squadra #squadrah original #squadrah pokemon #very ambitiously making up a new tag #because ideally i'd like to play around a bit with pokemon #Gens I through V only because it rhymes with Part 5 hehe #i will probably observe that rule for all these sorts of posts

[saltymongoose]

W3LCOME BACK!!!! WE'VE MISSED YOU SM!!!!!!! :DDDDD

Thank you!!! I missed you all too. (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ❤❤❤❤ Oh btw just since we're talking rn, I figured I'd address a couple of asks you sent me on Sunday. 👍

I have an idea. Would you mind if I were to write a crossover fic for SAGAU (Self aware Genshin), SACR (Self Aware Cookie Run), Your Madcom AU? Recently self aware Aus have got me in a chokehold and it's got me thinking, what if all of these little shits were fighting over the player? It would be funny to see the contrast of the games because we have Cute little cookies, medieval magic welders, and big Murder Men. I think it would be hilarious. - 1/2 Adding into my last thing cuz I just realized, The madcom boys would be SO ENRAGED when they find out what happened to the player in the SAGAU Imposter AU. Them learning about how THEIR player was hunted down and executed. I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT IT. - 2/2

To start with the question, go right on ahead; I don't mind it at all, and I am absolutely fascinated by your story premise! :D (And honored that you'd want to write something relating to the AU too haha. <3) The Genshin Self-Aware AU is actually something that inspired me to start this one, since I'd been playing the game for a little bit before beginning to write and it just kinda sucked me into the whole idea of it. So naturally, this is very interesting to me already lol.

Also, you're right, the boys would be absolutely infuriated if they caught wind of how their dear, precious Player was treated in the Imposter version of the AU. I can imagine it'd make them wonder just how well these "vision users" could stand up to them. A little elemental power is no match for an anti-tank rifle, now is it? ;)

#I am extremely curious #It's so coincidental that i've been playing genshin again recently too lmao #ask #chat tag #boxstudios #It's like George Lucas said. It rhymes.

[youssefguedira]

tagged by @laviejaguardia to share the first lines of my wips! NOT a conclusive list but i cannot possibly list them all

In his dreams, there is a dragon, and he is chasing after it. (joenicky zelda au: tears of the kingdom edition oneshot. this might not be the first line i need to rearrange some sections)

It could have been anyone on lookout duty that day; until the day he dies, Antonio will be glad it was him. (diabolik backstory But Make It Outsider Pov And Tragic. top ten fics that make me 😵‍💫 to think about for too long)

For centuries after it happens, Nicolò will wish they had gone with Andromache and Quynh when they left. (andy nicky and joe post-iron maiden)

“You gonna stay down there all day?” Nile says above him, sword in hand, far too gleeful about the way she's just knocked Yusuf on his ass. (hades au longfic)

The sun is low in the sky by the time the convoy finally appears on the horizon, just a bright white speck in the sand. (only hope for me is you, or my beloved nile and joe post apocalypse fic)

“Mr Keane,” Nicky says as he enters the lounge car, causing Keane to startle and look up at him. “Thank you for coming.” (motoe au next chapter! i swear i'll return to it soon)

Nicolò brings up the idea of returning home seventeen years into their immortality. (lucia 2, which is barely more than a few paragraphs on account of It Hurts Me To Write)

Nicky has only two pictures of him. (iron maiden joe prequel, also slow progress on account of i have to be in a specific headspace and It Hurts also)

enough wips for this roundup i think. tagging nobody in particular but if anyone has any wips they're dying to share please feel free to join in! i would like to hear about them

#neon has thoughts #i COULD share more. house of stone 2 isn't even on this list #i love to jump between projects with no rhyme or reason. do not expect anything soon #except MAYBE totk au because i finished the game so now i can actually write the au version. with modifications #for those who Have played it. the oneshot covers the end of the game #i almost changed the outsider diabolik wip to second person but the line didn't sound as good. may still change it tho #neon writes #thank you for the tag lina!!

[1980ssunflower]

to/ki and skwi/sgaar are so queer platonic they hold hands and kiss on the lips sometimes

#tape entry circa 1980 #qp:❄️out in the cold🍫 #qp:🐰play with me🛼 #they got such a thing going on its crazzyyy #the 3 of us are holding hands and getting ourselves in terrible situations hjskd #the worse version of rhyme easy hfdjsk #tbh im wondering if i should try to make an all 3 tag maybe #idk tho

[ludcake]

btw just as an update if anyone is curious i am currently on the process of writing the rise and fall of the hightower dynasty and YES they are fully habsburg coded. not in the "i wanna fuck my cousin" way but in the "we're so powerful we have to distribute different centers of power but then we need to marry each other to keep a single political unit but we marry out and then marry in again in a loop" and also the catholicism. and witchcraft,

Second and third inspirations are Houses Bourbon and the Anjou

and yes Westeros is getting the Holy Roman Empire in the 1600s treatment get ready for the bloodiest rumble in history guest starring wild dragons, shadowbinding, independence movements, religious schisms, pirates, colonialism, musketeers, three inquisitions and one (1) guest appearance of the development of wildfire-powered artillery destroying everything

and local fan favourite albrecht von wallenstein pulling a king lear

after that i think i'm gonna mess with a few things. i do know that we're backing up the doomrot of house targaryen but with a few funny twists. heavily thinking up a Stuart thing. primarily in terms of house of orange-analogue, but also some religious drama and steadily losing power and holding on for dear life at what they still have and getting their heads chopped off if they try to pretend to be 2 maegor 2 furious

#asoiaf #.txt #this is gonna be a mess but i hope its fun #just throwing history into a blender and shaking it really hard until it emerges kind of aesthetic and fun #also i think that the doomrot of asoiaf translates really well into a later time period without anyone being able to break the wheel #and the aesthetics of baroque and moving into decadence of colonial powers muffling every atrocity #as what remains is more and more illusive but they still want to pretend to be knights and kings #even though that age is long gone and castles can't protect you #but you need anything to hold onto otherwise youre drowning in the fire and blood #provisory au tag #<- i dont know if im tagging it correctly but block this if you dont want to hear me ramble about this #i am literally a 6 year old playing with toys and mashing them together with this #theres no rhyme or reason to it #its just crazy person talk

[moinsbienquekaworu]

i am about to sleep but i wanted to ask what your favorite poem is? will you tell me about it? what you love and why it’s your favorite? do you like any of its translations? i love you. i hope you have a good day 🥰

(⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) beloved thank you for the question!!! As per usual I am incapable of choosing just one of a thing, so I actually have two favourite poems, one in french and one in english (because poetry in french and in english can be pretty different since the codes and models and expectations aren't always the same!) They're the two poems I can recite and know by heart haha.

The english one is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost. I really like the last stanza (like everyone else) but also just the way when you say it out loud it does feel like a quiet moment watching the snow fall all on your own. I found it recently accompanying a fic (two different fics actually but the second time I knew it) and it entranced me!

The french one is Chanson d'Automne by Paul Verlaine. It's a classic in France, some of its lines were used as a signal for saboteurs during WWII and there's an urban legend it was used to signal the landing in Normandy. I personally had to learn it by heart in primary school (I think in 4th grade?) and it just stuck with me. I like it for the way it feels to me and the images it evokes, but also just because it was the first poem I learnt by heart and being able to recite a poem is an easily overlooked comfort of life (insert those posts and quotes about art being vital and what we need to be able to turn to in dark or light times)

Other poems I like include Remords Posthume and L'Albatros by Baudelaire, Le Dormeur du Val by Rimbaud, Le Déserteur and Je Voudrais Pas Crever by Boris Vian, Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden, and Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath. The french ones I studied in school, and I found the english ones on my own (I feel like I found both in Johnlock fics?? but I might be wrong about Funeral Blues, it's been years) I included english translations where I could for the french ones, and they're not necessarily incredible but they should let you get the vibe. If one of them speaks to you I can try to explain what makes it tick! My personal anecdotes with those because that's half the fun: we had to analyse Remords Posthume for literature class with my best friend K, and what's really cool about it is the last line, "et le ver rongera ta peau comme un remords", because it plays on the homonymy between ver, the worm, and vers, the line of poetry, meaning she will be devoured physically by worms since she'll be dead but also that his verses, his poem, will make her feel remorse; I like the albatross analogy because I was a weird kid who felt comfortable with books but not with my peers; Le Dormeur du Val is extremely extremely sad and beautiful and I think Rimbaud was a very interesting guy; technically Le Déserteur is a song and not a poem but I first saw the text without knowing that so for me it's a poem forever now, and I love talking about the original versus final ending thing; the YouTube channel Le Mock did an excellent reading of Je Voudrais Pas Crever and it's a jewel, I love it so so much; Funeral Blues was the first english poem I ever liked (or maybe read honestly) and I wrote it on the cover of my 10th grade english notebook (because the teacher was great and said that if we forgot to do our homework he wouldn't punish us if we could recite a poem for him, so I wrote it down and tried to learn if by heart in case I forgot my homework); and Mad Girl's Love Song features in a fic I read a few weeks ago and I just think it's neat. I probably forgot some but those are the ones I remember right now (edit: ADA LIMÓN!! I FORGOT ADA LIMÓN!!! Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds (the I can't help it, I love the way men love poem) hit me in the chest the first time I read it and it's so so good)

My favourites (and most of the poems I like actually) are pretty popular because I'm not really into poetry that much on my own. I get attached to poems once I see how they work inside and analyse them, but I don't sit down and decide to analyse some poem from Les Fleurs du Mal at random because it feels like homework, and I don't go looking for poetry because I'm very hit or miss (I get bored at long winded descriptions in those 4-part 7-pages poems and a lot of things trip up my instinctual Pretentiousness Radar™, and while it's not necessarily accurate it does turn me off poems). So I just stay with the basics, but that's fine, because the comfort of carrying poems with you is there whatever the poem is y'know?

Also question, do americans learn poetry in school? I assume you must analyse some in literature class, but I don't know if you learn poems when you're young. I know we also do lots of La Fontaine's Fables, though I personally never did, but learning poems to recite in primary school is a thing almost everyone has done here I think.

#i just like. literature and literary analysis. when it's like poetry and it rhymes. when there's literary devices for a reason. #i'm an english lit major for a reason!!! #thank you for reminding me of what i like in literature my classes are so boring it's hard to remember sometimes #also the sheer joy of explaining poems i like to people who don't know them #like i could not explain le dormeur du val to a french person because they already know it and associate it with boring literature classes #but you don't! because you weren't forced to spend hours of lit classes on it in 8th grade whether you liked it or not! #it's like - yes they're well known poems but they're popular for a reason y'know #oh an honorary poems are some songs. like mistki's songs? that's poetry. that's just poetry! #it's like le déserteur - it's a song but isn't it poetry too? when the text follows the same rules? when you can analyse it the same? #actually all because of you feels like a poem too. if you know what i mean? #and dans ma ville on traîne by orelsan reminds me of a primary school poem - l'école by jacques charpentreau #it's all poetry and it's so cool and i love it #OH and racine's plays. they're not Poetry poetry - they're plays - but they rhyme in their entirety and follow a specific pattern #that's poetry!! that's just poetry!!!! #if you want me to get phèdre out and read you some racine i would be delighted to it's so nice to listen to #there's a rhythm to it and it becomes much easier to understand once you say it out loud - like shakespeare #anyway. LITERATURE. #wow i have a ramble tag now #wow i have an asks tag now #i love the way men love indeed

[fiyr-cap]

I finished my first draft!! 

Hey remember that book I started back in November and did Nano with? The one I said would probably be around 100,000 words? I finished the first draft, finally! And I was very wrong about the word count 💀👍

I’m probably going to take a short break from writing it, and do a bunch of art I’ve been wanting to do, and maybe work on other stuff if I feel like it. Then I’ll come back for round 2. 

#fiyrtalks #fiyrwrites #wow two original posts from me in one day that must be some kind of record #anyway I'm dead #maybe I'll go play octopath lol #twin realms #i guess? #idk there's no rhyme or reason to my tagging system #I feel like I'm just insane and rambling to myself on here

[myheartisbro-ken]

Despite the imdb casting list being wrong every week, I still think it's gonna be right every week and end up looking like a fucking fool every week

#still hoping a particular episode of a particular show with a particular piece of the story starts with a particular nerd who plays pro dnd #that's all the tagging I'm gonna do #if you know you know it's pretty obvious though #rhymes with bashley......

[aweina]

HI CAN I REQUEST MIKE SCHMIDT X FEM READER?? MAYBE SOME FLUFF I JUST- UGH I NEED HIM. anyways. PLEASE? THANKS! REMEMBER TO HYDRATE!

ᥫ᭡. winter heart , mike schmidt ( fluff )

you and me, hugging ? if you want …

tags fem + gn reader. pining. friends to ( redacted ). mike tries to be a meanie but he can’t. special abby cameo.

“cold?”

mike quirks a brow at your shivering form, the lack of warm layers and no sign of any other winter accessory made him visibly cringe.

“o-obviously.” your teeth clattered with heavy pronunciation, clinging to yourself for some ounce of warmth. “t-the forecast are liars, i’ll never trust them a-again.”

he huffs a laugh at your retort, his breath condensing into the winter air — swirling aimlessly into the filtered blue atmosphere. mike was extremely amused, he could tell you that. during the coldest seasons, you decided to only wear a sleeved shirt constructed with the thinnest fabric he’s ever seen.

you play dumb games, you win stupid prizes. he believes wholeheartedly.

at the same time, he grew concerned. your reddened nose sniffled in the cold air, shakily clinging onto your shirt like it could get any warmer. your brows were furrowed in discomfort, the moisture of your lips stolen by the crisp breeze. even in this condition, you stayed with him to watch abby — who was bustling in the frozen playground with her new friends.

instinctively, mike tugs down the zipper of his oversized fleece hoodie — the bulky layers he wore combating the bitter cold. he turns to your shivering form, suddenly feeling shy about his decision, but seeing you in such a vulnerable state for his own sake made him feel guilty. mike bites back a self-encouraging sigh, shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the fluttering feeling inside his core. with his gloved hands snug in his pockets, he widens his arms to open his furry jacket — coughing dumbly to catch your attention.

you turned to him and tilted your head in confusion, darting your eyes towards his flushed face to the baggy graphic t-shirt and the oversized jacket that cling to his body, somehow it felt like a mockery to your cold state.

“haha … nice jacket, i know you’re much more warmer and smarter than me. you don’t have to rub it in.” you jested through a freezing hiss, rolling your eyes at his attempt to push your buttons.

“w-what? wait no! just come here, please.” his voice sounded a bit more desperate than he intended it to be, but he usually doesn’t offer this treatment to anybody.

still confused, you shuffled towards him with caution. you silently gasped when you got closer, feeling the comforting warmth radiating off his body.

mike gulps nervously, feeling your panting chest grazing his. it was a strange feeling, how in sync your heartbeats were — they danced in the rhyme together, the tempo seemed to quicken as you approached him closer and closer. finally, he finds the courage to wrap his fleece jacket around your quivering body, hesitantly hugging you through the thick fabric.

your eyes widen in realization, he’s hugging you. mike schmidt is hugging you. he felt so warm and cuddly, all the lousy layers of old t-shirts he forced himself to wear felt like laying on soft pillows. the fur threaded in his jacket brushed its warmth against your frozen skin. but the thing making you burn up was the fact you’re so close to mike, shyly wrapping your arms around his frame while your head is nearly tucked into the nape of his neck — but you hesitated to go any further.

“are you warm?” mike’s voice was gentle in your ear, the flush of his body melted your bitter coldness in an instant.

you slightly nodded, still a little disoriented from this predicament.

feeling more comfortable, mike takes his gloved hand out of his pocket, assuring your stiffness as he petted your head, guiding you to rest in the nape of his neck. his warm pulse tapped softly against your forehead. you could hear his life line — every breath he takes. this felt like heaven, being held in mike’s arms. then he’s not protesting, his melting grip was tighter — protective like someone could snatch you away from his arms. he loved the way you smelled, delicate perfume and fresh laundry. if he could keep this close and take in your scent, he would if it wasn’t so creepy for him to do.

there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. the childlike chants and laughter faded into the background, the bitter cold didn’t feel so bad anymore. it felt like your hearts were clinging onto each other, feeding the aching starvation of touch and warmth. he needed this, you needed it too.

“are you guys finally dating now?”

a youthful voice forced you both out of a love trance, eyes widened and heads snapped towards the smaller figure. it was abby, a huge grin on her flushed face — half covered with a comically large knitted scarf.

“abby … don’t.” mike winced at her bluntness, but he still held you in a warm embrace.

you allowed him to cling onto you, equally flustered at her words but much more comfortable, even playful at the weird circumstances.

“i’m still patiently waiting for your brother to ask me out.” you teased the younger schmidt, earning an excited giggle and an exasperated sigh from the older schmidt.

maybe he should’ve just offered you his jacket if you were going to embarrass him in front of his younger sister.

add. note : hope you enjoyed some fluff anon !! and thank you, stay hydrated too because we’re all thirsty for grumpy security guard mikey ㅜ ㅜ

#.୨୧ ina writes #.purple mark #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #josh hutcherson

[woso-dreamzzz]

Flowers

Chloe Kelly x Reader

Summary: It's a tradition

It was becoming a bit of a habit.

You wrote it off as a joke the first time it happened. You came into England camp with a smile and a flirty wave to the camera.

You turned to the corner to see Chloe on one knee with a singular tulip in her hand.

"For you," She said in a dramatic joking tone," My lady!"

You laughed and took it from her, curtsey deeply to play along. You knew the cameras were eating up the interaction so you caught Chloe's hand and pressed a kiss to it.

She laughed and jumped to her feet, tucking you under her arm as she winked and pointed at the camera. "And that's how you get a girlfriend!"

"Is that what I am?" You said back with an eye roll before looking back at the camera. "Don't listen to her, everyone, she's too cocky to think she's done anything wrong ever."

"Come on!" Chloe complained," Don't tell me you weren't wooed for a second there!"

You held up your index finger and thumb, squashing them against each other. "The tiniest of seconds," You said before walking off to go to your room," You have to try better than that, Chloe!"

"I'll get you!"

The next time Chloe surprised you with flowers was on a pitch inspection for the Euros. You were completely exhausted from having spent most of your night up talking to Tooney and binging on the food you had snuck in.

"My love," Chloe said dramatically as she dropped to her knees in front of you and pulled out a fairly crushed tulip," Take this as a token of my undying love!"

"I'm pretty sure that flower is dead," You replied dryly.

"Shit," Chloe muttered before clearing her throat and offering it to you again," Take this as a token of my affection!"

"The dying flower? Gee, Chlo, why don't you just stomp on my heart now?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'll be back! You'll fall for my charms!"

"Bye, Chloe!"

It became a bit of a tradition and soon the fans were being updated every week of the Euros campaign about Chloe's attempts to woo you.

"Hey! Wait!"

You tried to back out of the door when you saw her but with Millie and Rachel behind you, you couldn't escape.

"Jesus, Chloe," You breathed out as you looked at the tulip in her hand," Where are you getting all of these flowers from? Surely, you're going broke?"

"Love has no price tag!" She declared dramatically as she assumed the position on her knees and cleared her throat. With her other hand, she unfolded a long sheet of paper.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding," You laughed in disbelief as Chloe recited poetry that she had obviously written herself from the way she was trying to rhyme your name with various household objects. "Are you nearly done?"

She gave you a deadpan look. "Excuse me," She said in faux offense," But I'm trying to declare my love for you and I'm only halfway through the rooms of your house. I would like silence and cooperation for this part, please."

You jerked your thumb over your shoulder to Millie and Rachel. "And the bodyguards are here, why?"

"To make sure you can't escape."

"Oh, so this is a hostage situation. Thanks for letting me know."

She waved a hand dismissively. "Can I get back to this now? Please and thank you."

The further you got into the tournament, the more public Chloe's jokes got.

After the semifinals and the celebration on the pitch after you won, Chloe threw you over her shoulder and carted you around on the lap the team took.

As she went by, she collected the tulips that she clearly had convinced the fans to bring with them before trapping you between her and the stands.

She cleared her throat. "My love-"

"No!" You pointed," No sappy nicknames! Start again!"

She looked pointedly at the crowd before starting again. "My love of you is as endless as these flowers! They just keep coming and coming!"

You opened your mouth to complain about how she was only holding five flowers when more rained down from above you.

It shocked a laugh out of you.

"Nine out of ten delivery!" You said, still laughing," Could use some work!"

"Oh, come on! That has to be a ten out of ten!"

It all comes to a head at the finals.

The rush of adrenaline felt like nothing you had ever experienced before.

"Hey, match winner," You said as you collided with Chloe.

"Hey!" She yelled over the triumph of the crowd. She produced a singular tulip and raised it into your view. "Are we doing this or what?"

You took it.

Then, she kissed you.

#woso x reader #chloe kelly x reader #chloe kelly #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[serpentarius]

ao3 writers I love you and see you and I know it can be demoralizing when the fic you’ve worked so hard on doesn’t get nearly enough reception as you’d hoped. Whether that’s in the form of hits or kudos or bookmarks or comments. I know it’s frustrating, but just know… there’s often no rhyme or reason to it. no discernible algorithm at play here.

please remind yourself that low numbers are NOT an inherent reflection on the quality of your work. I’ve read incredible, downright masterful stories that have just a few kudos and a handful of bookmarks; and I’ve read extremely popular fics that I simply don’t vibe with. And everything in between. There are so many factors involved—how big the fandom is, how popular the ship is, what kind of tags are included, how other people filter and search for fics, etc. etc... the list TRULY goes on. all this to say, the stats absolutely shouldn't be the thing that keeps you from writing.

be kind to yourself. keep creating, if that's something you want to do and have the energy for. please don't get discouraged. your art matters and is worth so much more than you might think.

if you see this, I’d love for you to drop some of your favourite fics you’ve written in the comments or reblogs ♥️

#ao3 #writers on tumblr #my ramblings #writing #writer struggles #ao3 writers #fanfic writers #if you see this please drop the works you're proudest of <3 #or even wips or even ones you don't love that much! #share the love #fic recs #writing community #fic writers