#constructive critism I mean

[arttsuka]

Sherlock doodles

I haven't read any of the books yet but I wanted to try to draw them.

I love the curly hair he had on the bbc series so I'm keeping it, only shorter (I'm pretty sure his hair is straight but who's going to stop me)

Edit: I made a little 'continuation' if you can call it that

[eteledhasanaxe]

It's really long so uhm it's under the cut because yeah (I did this in fifteen minutes so it might not be that great? it was just for an rp starter so)

Beware, here be headcanons and stuff ig

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Sylvester was wandering the museum late at night. He had stayed after closing so that he could observe the various artifacts that everyone during that school field trip would have immediately tried to take. He never really liked it, when he was trying to do his research and kids from around his age from a school he didn't go to suddenly appeared for a field trip. He was looking over an information panel for an item inside of a glass case, deep in thought.

I don't understand why people always act so immature. He thought to himself about the sophomores he saw earlier. Sure, it seems… fun. But they should be focusing on the tour! Even if it's a little boring to some, it's interesting. History is something people should focus on more.

He paused his reading and looked up, crossing his arms. His mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. It looked like those kids were having fun. He was supposed to be a sophomore, but he had skipped a few grades. His parents had never let him be with other kids his age, so he had always wondered what it was like. He usually pushed down that thought, but tonight… it felt different. It wasn't another night that he'd lie awake in bed all night thinking about it. He tried to focus on the artifact in front of him, but he just couldn't push it out of his mind.

He stood in silence for a few minutes, his mind wandering a little until he thought about his parents. His mother and father… they were always quite strict. He always told himself that it was for the best, that they did it because they loved him, but one night, that fateful night two years ago when he left home and never looked back… the memory haunted him. His mother was probably still worried about him. His father, on the other hand, had most likely forgotten about him… He always seemed to do that, even if they had only not talked for an hour. Sylvester has always prayed it was just dementia taking its toll, but after a while, he had noticed that the only thing he ever forgot was Sylvester's name.

Sylvester sighed and put his hands in his pockets, thinking out loud. "Maybe I'm just forgettable. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone would…" He stopped himself before his thoughts got dark and shook his head. "No, no. I can't say that. Other people need me. I'm a psychologist. I'm a therapist. I'm top of my class, I… I've done everything I ever needed to do. All that's left is to graduate from my senior year early, and I'm on my way to college." Sylvester forced himself to smile. "I'll get a degree… I'll get a good job, meet someone who would be logically a perfect match, and I'll-" He paused, his smile fading. "…Logical. That's the only thing I think about, isn't it?"

He started walking again down the empty halls of the museum, looking up at the artifacts and fossils scattered about the place. He stopped walking after hearing something and turned around. He hesitated to call out, the darkness intimidating him. "…Hello?"

[sillypoetproject]

Kitty :3

a cat balled up in soft arms

little claws sink into unmarred flesh

the kitten purrs softly, a pleasant sound

[starrbee]

I made this piece almost a week ago and I've been staring at it and I just don't know whats wrong. please help.

[chronicallyari]

i regret posting art on tiktok everyone’s so mean ☹️

[gaybo-over-yonder]

PLOT IDEA TWS! SEWER SLIDAL CHARACTER, TRAUMA, YELLING AT A CHILD, CORRUPTION IN SOCIETY, S3XUALIZATION OF A MINOR BY BAD PEOPLE, HATERS, AND BADLY WRITTEN, OVERUSED, PLOT.

hear me out: mary sue or gary stew who’s powers had only been prophesied and unlocked in their late-teens, but they had gone through some crap for all that other time and now has trauma. also they’re undiagnosed audhd and depression and anxiety. they continuously have panic attacks whenever a monster attacks because they have this internalized belief that they are going to die young.

also, they have a hard time even wanting to live because of their depression, so theyre stuck in this infinite loop of “i dont enjoy this life” monster attacks “i dont want to die and i cant die because of how many people depend on me”, and they suffer because of it.

theyre getting burnt out, yet, whenever they share their struggles, everyone tells them how blessed they are to have such great powers and how helping people should be enough to make them want to live. so, now theyre being guilt tripped. they dont have a secret identity. everyone knows who they are.

they flee to online to try and get help, people try to help them, but one of the main motivations for many other people online staying alive is them, the mc, this overpowered hero.

it gets so bad that they start to turn to their haters, because at least their haters arent guilt tripping them. but this has a terrible effect on them. their haters are actively being terrible to them, without even realizing that the person the haters are talking to is literally who theyre hating on. at one point, a hater shares a link. keep in mind, this main character is still in their late teens and not yet a legal adult. this hater’s link leads to a whole website that s3xualizes the main character and they see art of the main character with gore and whatnot.

they feel sick, this finally seems to make them realize that they need to stop looking at this stuff and interacting with these people. the main character decides to just force themself to go outside, just wanting to find a way to be happy and hoping that maybe theres something that can help.

very quickly after going outside, however, we have a villain. there are other heroes that exist, and the mc is just not ready yet to face this villain, so they start to turn to walk away. yet, a young fan spots them and calls out “hey, its the big hero, here to save us!”. now they have to fight. they fight the villain while also fighting off a large panic attack. luckily, this villain runs away at the last second.

the young fan runs up to them, tugging at their sleeve, thanking them for fighting the villain. the mc stares down at the kid. suddenly, they simply cannot take it. they start off feeling nothing when they speak, but hateful emotions start to build up.

“th… thank you? youre thanking me. do you even know what youre thanking me for? for what, saving your life?! what about my life?! are you thanking me for risking my stupid life to save yours? and what about me?? why doesnt anyone care about me? you all just care about living another day. and then you rely on me to want to live another day. what. about. me? who do i have to rely on? because it certainly isnt you! none of you!”

(they turn to the crowd)

“you claim to be my fans, you claim to support me, but that just bullshit! when have any of you actually cared about me or even tried to save my life. especially you-“

(they turn back to the child, but they arent really talking about the child, moreso everyone who forces them into these fights, but in their anger, they have no way to differentiate between the two)

“-you think you can just force me into these fights. you think youre just entitled to living. you. arent. you deserve nothing. you deserve nothing but the fights you force me into. you deserve to feel the shittiness i feel every day. you dont deserve to even want to live. you are a pathetic excuse for a human being. you… you are…”

at this point they realize they are just saying things they think about themself. they take another actually look at the kid, looking past the rage and hurt that blinded them, and see the kid again. the kid is quivering with fear. crying. they look back up at the crowd. none of them know what to do. this main character is the most powerful. what are they supposed to do against that?

the main character doesnt know what to do. they know that the second they stop being mad, theyre just going to break down and cry.

so…

they run.

the main character runs away. they dont run back home -they cant. they cant deal with this yet. they run into a forest. they hide. once hidden, the slump down against a tree or wall or something. the hurt finally hits them, now with the added guilt.

they cry. they cry that kind of cry where youre gasping for breath. the pull their knees against their chest, pull their elbows on their knees, close their eyes, and cry. after a while, they just curl up into a ball. they fall asleep.

waking up a while later, they check their phone. the news is reporting on what had happened. people online are starting to wonder if its a good idea to have just one very powerful person, that, if they were to turn bad, could possibly destroy everything and everyone. and yet… nobody seems to think about the main characters feelings. they feel all of their bad thoughts coming back and feel as if the thoughts are now correct.

they are a bad person.

they contact a news station, wanting to clear up stuff. the news station immediately agrees, wanting to be the first to report on the situation. the news station sends a car for the mc, the mc character says where they can be picked up, and while they wait, they cant help but cry again. they are picked up, and they arrive at the news station. they see the other most powerful heroes there, clearly posing as security.

the main character realizes that people see them as a danger. the main reporter tries to tell the main character, “oh, its just to protect everyone, you know, youre a big figure…” but the main character knows. “no. its because people now fear me. i… get it. its fine.”

the main character is sent to a station to get ready, but they shoo away those trying to put makeup on them. there is an uncomfortable energy all around. those that work there and are more than 10 feet away from the main character whisper to eachother. the main character takes a gulp, trying to push down the hurt and feign off more tears from gathering in their eyes. they get dress in better clothes and head on to the news set.

they sit down. there is a pause, someone signals for it to start, and the reporter speaks. “here, right now, we have (mc), giving us the first interview since ‘the (word relating to what happened) incident’-” the main character winces as they realize its already been labeled as that “- where (mc) had an outburst-“ the main character cuts them off.

“i think everyone knows what happened, by now. they dont… need the recap.” truly, the main character doesnt think they can handle having to listen to a recounting of what happened. they look to the side, once again fighting off tears. they take a breath.

theres a pause before the reporter speaks again, as they seem to pick up on the main characters feelings.

(reporter) “so… people have been wondering a lot since that incident.”

(main character) “im sorry to be using your station like this, but im not actually here to answer your questions.” the reporter is taken aback, the mc shoots them a shrug with this kind of face :| 😐.

(mc) “im here to say… im done. im done with everyone around me. i know that what i did was wrong. im not going to deny that. but, cmon, all of you seem to think you just get to act like youre not the problem! well, youre not the main problem, i suppose… as i said, what i did was wrong. but that doesnt make what any of you guys do right.

“i have so many times now tried to talk about how hard it is sometimes for me. i dont get even an ounce of sympathy because im the hero. i want to be a hero. ive never not wanted to help people. but it is so god damn hard sometimes. every day i fear im going to die. and then i get back home and wish i had.

“i check my phone and see everyone so happy that i saved people, and yet, i cant feel happy myself. but i cant take a break. i dont get to stop. because not only do i always need to save people, i dont want to stop. its such a constant guilt trip from all sides. why dont i get to stop? why am i always fighting? this should be what i wanted, but it isnt. because none of you actually care about your heroes.

“none of you have even once stopped to think about how seeing people die can effect someone. i have seen so many people die. and im done pretending. i cant handle any of this. i cant handle any of you. you arent just guaranteed a hero and you dont just get to be sad when they do something bad because you forced them over the edge.

“what i did may have been inexcusable, but what the hell is your excuse? i cant even keep up friendships because of how constantly i have to be a hero. i dont have time for my own things. thats not even to mention the fact that so many people dont want heroes to be paid. how am i supposed to live if i am not being paid? i cant get a job outside of being a hero.

“if you think that pay is what will turn heroes corrupt, then youre dead wrong. this whole hero society is always going to be doomed. there will always be corruption. if youre so worried about corruption, then maybe you shouldn’t have made it so hard to want to be a hero in the first place.

“none of you care to help anymore. you expect everything to be fine because of heroes. things dont always turn out fine, and if there are casualties, you blame the heroes for not doing a good enough job. anything bad is the heroes fault, and anything good is just whats expected. oh, and guess what? ive never liked being noticed and called out in public. i do not like having so many people physically close to me. yet whenever i try to say that, im unappreciative and a bad hero and role model. im not. im a human being.

“if you want a hero… then youre going to have to put the fucking work in to make someone want to be a hero. until then, until you listen to heroes problems and requests and treat them like actual fucking human beings instead of gods, im not going to be your hero. unless im on the job, im not your hero anyways. i will only be stopping huge crimes that cause the threat of mass destruction, because i still do care. i think im done here- wait! also, im sorry to that kid, i didnt mean what i said, i was projecting onto you. you do deserve to live. im sorry for any trauma i caused you.”

the main character walks out. they research who the kid was and donate to the family, as well as making donations to many causes for mental health and whatnot. for the next few days, they travel around the world and take a vacation, having cashed in a favor from another hero to stay under the radar and ensure they arent recognized by people.

theyre trying to enjoy it. its hard because they still simply cant deal with the loud noises, the crowds of people, or the depression that plagues their thoughts, but theyre trying. its a start. they try not to check their social media while on vacation. finally, they return to where they were before. they check there social media and see that peoples minds are in-fact starting to change. well, slowly, but change is change.

they walk around the outside, no longer disguised, and people dont know how to act. finally, someone comes up to them. the main character looks at this person expectantly. then the person, instead of talking to the main character about hero stuff, they simply compliment the mc’s shirt. the mc smiles and lets out a soft sigh, thanking the person in response. the person then walks away.

theres a time skip, and a villain has appeared. the main character is having a meal with some people they now consider to be actual friends. the mc gets an alert on their phone that theres a villain, and they tell their friends that they want to go help out real quick. the friends say its all good, and the mc heads off. after a while, the come back, and as there is no longer a paparazzi that bothers the mc after fights, they are simply able to get back to the meal with their friends.

people are actually listening to the mc and their wishes, and there are other heroes being treated the way they want to be treated. theres more concern starting to gather about heroes mental health, and heroes arent bound to fighting a villain or monster if they happen to be there at the same time. those who truly care about helping others do, and those who are in it for fame do the same, but flashier.

theres corruption, sure, and bad heroes, but heroes are given more slack. of course, there is a legal and ethical dilemma in the government about how much to hold heroes accountable for and how to pay heroes, but with more regular citizens helping out with searching and rescuing when instructed to by heroes, there has been less death. and with people realizing that heroes are genuinely there to protect them and that staying to watch heroes put them in actual harms way, there are less needless causalities due to negligence.

oh, and also, heroes of any protected more from unwanted s3xualization or romanticism, and the excuse of “youre in the public eye, of course thats going to happen” is starting to not be acceptable.

[paganinpurple]

AO3 Etiquette -UPDATED

Based on both decent and not so decent replies, I have made some changes to my original post below.

It would seem a whole new kind of AO3 reader/writer is emerging and it is becoming clear not everyone quite understands how the website community works. Here is some basic guidance on how most people expect you to go about using AO3 to keep this a fun community archive that funtions correctly:

As well as likes, kudos is for when the story was interesting enough to make you finish reading. If it sucked or was badly written, you probably left. If you finished it, you liked it - so kudos.

If you really liked it, you should try to comment. It can be long and detailed or a literal keysmash. Writers don't care, we just love comments.

No critisism unless the author has specifically asked or agreed to hear it (so use your notes to say if you want some constructive feedback). Even constructive critisism is a no-no unless an author note tells you it's okay. No, posting it online is not an open invitation for that. Many people write as a fun hobby or a way to cope with, among other things, insecurity and just want to share. Don't ruin that for them. I've seen so many authors just stop writing coz they can't handle the negative emotions the critism brings, and it's only meant to be a fun thing shared for free (pointing out tagging errors is not included in this).

Do not comment to ask the author to write/update something else. It's tacky and off-putting and will probably have the opposite effect than the one you want.

There is no algorithm, it's an archive. Use the search and filter function to add/remove the pairings/characters/tropes etc. you want to read about and it will find you the fics that fit the bill.

For this to work, writers must tag and rate stories. This avoids readers finding the wrong things and missing the stuff they want. I don't care how cringy that trope is in your eyes - it gets tagged.

The tag exception is if you don't want to tag a million things or spoil your story, you can rate it as "chose not to use warnings," and maybe tag the bare minimum.

Don't censor tags. How can someone exclude a tag if the word isn't typed out correctly? There are no content bans for terms so don't censor them.

If the tags are mostly content/trigger warnings, especially if they are things considered very fucked up or graphic, you might want to use "dead dove - do not eat" to ensure people know that you're not messing around with tags and what they get is exactly what you've warned them about.

Character A/Character B means a ROMANTIC or SEXUAL relationship of some kind. Character A&Character B is PLATONIC, like friendship or family.

Nothing is banned. This is an rule because banning one thing is a slipperly slope to banning another and another, until nothing is allowed anymore. Do not expect anyone to censor for you. Because of the tags system, you are responsible for your own reading experience.

People can create new chapters and sequels/fic series any time after they "complete" a story. So it's considered perfectly normal to subscribe, even to a finished story. You can even subscribe to the author instead just to cover your bases.

Do not repost stories or change the publishing date without an extremely good reason (like a complete top to bottom rewrite or an exchange youve written for going public). It's an archive, not social media. No one cares what's the most recent, only what fits their tag needs.

Instead of deleting a story you wrote if you hate it - consider making it anonymous or orphaning it so others can still enjoy it, without it being connected to your name anymore. If you still want to delete it, fair enough.

It's come to my attention that metaworks ARE allowed on AO3, which is something I wasn't aware of. So if you do post an essay or theory, please tag it as such so others can choose to search for it or exclude it. Art is also allowed.

The only reason this archive works is because NON ONE PROFITS. Do not link to your ko-fi or patreon or mention monetary gain in any way or you violate the terms and risk having your account removed. If anyone does link, it leaves the archive open to people claiming it's for profit and having the whole thing removed.

I KNOW there's plenty more I missed but I'm trying to cover most of the basics that people seem to be struggling with.

I invite anyone to add to this, but please explain, don't berate.

[aidynatyourservice]

this is my first time posting my art on here

hope y'all like it!

[theglassespredicament]

the thing about harry is i do not want to celebrate the win. however i am a spiteful creature and mcr girlies being annoying on the dash are getting to me

[charlieswanismydad]

writing for strangers on the internet is fun because they can insult you until you get better

[strawberrylore]

I said I was going to write a story based on how I just got my heart broken and I’m pulling a fanfic move and moving back to my hometown.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Written on phone at 3AM, while heartbroken.

Might suck but feedback and constructive critism is always welcomed. Just be nice.

Possibly might do a part 2. Possible happy ending, depending on the mood I’m feeling.

Song on blast as I’m writing this is August.

You Were Never Mine

You knew it was going to happen. You felt it deep inside, you just chose to ignore it. You held on to false hope, thinking that maybe you were just overthinking it. He had started being distant. You thought that maybe he was just busy, or had a lot on his mind.

But you knew deep down that wasn’t the case. You just hadn’t expected that it had something to do with her.

You thought he had gotten over it, but you were wrong. He was wrong.

But what could you do? You can’t force him to stay. You can’t force him to love you the way you love him. You let him go easily.

But your heart still yearns for him. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. He was sent on a mission by Charles. You had planned to tell him that you loved him when he came back. You had wanted to cook him dinner, make something he had always wanted to try.

But when he came back, he didn’t really talk to you. You felt something was off, you had even told your friends back home about it, but you thought it was just that the mission hadn’t gone the way he wanted it to.

But how wrong you were. He had sat you down and told you the heartbreaking news.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was over her, but I was wrong.”

Your world shattered as you heard those words come out of his mouth. Tears instantly clouded your eyes.

“What?”

He looked down and took a deep breath.

“I’m not over her. And I can’t continue on with you if I’m not over her. It’s not fair to you.”

Tears were falling from your eyes. You took a deep breath and putting your head in your hands.

“I’ve been thinking about her. This. For weeks. I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want to hear this but I can’t drag you along.” He tried to take ahold of your hand but you pushed him away. You sat up abruptly.

You didn’t want to face him. You couldn’t, lest you breakdown even further.

“I appreciate your honesty Logan. I really do. Thank you for letting me know before this could’ve turned much more serious.”

In reality, you and Logan had been seeing each other for 4 months. Before that you had feelings for him. But he was with Jean.

They had ended badly. He didn’t date anyone for months but he had asked you out.

You foolishly thought that she wasn’t going to affect him and his relationships anymore.

“In reality Logan. I felt this coming. Just didn’t expect it to be because of her.”

He looked down, he looked guilty.

“I hope you can figure it out Logan. I’m glad you told me. Don’t worry about me. I should’ve been prepared for it.” Your voice failed you, but you didn’t turn to look at Logan’s reaction.

“Again. I’m so sorry.” Logan stood, trying to step closer to you, but you didn’t let him.

“I know. But that’s okay. I can’t force you to be in a relationship when you aren’t in it fully.” You move further, wanting to step out of his room.

“I wish things were different. I really like you, but I know that if we kept going, I’ll only break your heart.” Logan said. He sounded conflicted. But he knew he had to be honest with you.

“I know what you mean. I’m glad you were honest with me.” You started to head out.

“I wish you luck.”

You don’t know why, but that shattered whatever remaining hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll come to his senses and realize that everything he could ever want was right in front of him. You shake your head, trying to stop yourself from sobbing.

“You as well.”

With that, you stepped out and closed the door behind you.

You went to your room. You didn’t want anyone to see you.

As you got inside, you headed to your bathroom. You turned the sink on and splashed water on your face.

You looked in the mirror, thinking about everything that’s happened. You couldn’t take it anymore and broke down in heavy sobs, falling to the bathroom floor and hugging your knees to your chest.

You wondered why. Why did it always have to be you? You always had the worst of luck finding someone, someone who treated you with respect and love. Then you found the one, only for him to be ripped from you as well.

You couldn’t take it. You needed air.

You got off the floor, you headed to the balcony attached to your room.

You took deep breaths as you tried to calm your crying.

You needed out.

The only reason you had stayed at the mansion was for Logan. You had wanted to go back home, to your friends. To your family. But Logan was the one thing keeping you here.

Now that that’s done, you didn’t have anymore excuses. You had decided right then and there that you were going back home.

[trafficblr-confessions]

I think people are getting a little too comfortable toeing the line between constructive criticism and being a hate-watcher.

Between the policing on how tasks should go and the flack the CCs have gotten for the changes of pace in the series, a lot of us have forgotten that the Life Series is NOT just another show like the ones you see on netflix or hulu, and when you publicly spread hate as a viewer you're not poking holes in corporations, but individual people just trying to have fun playing together.

Constructive critism or ideas or suggestions are all fine, but jesus christ, the lashback especially against Gem? The fact that she ended up tweeting about how stressed she felt about the upcoming sessions due to the amount of badmouthing fans have been doing, it makes me sick! This isn't a scripted, rule-abiding production, it's an improv series with a gimick that a bunch of friends play together on. Hell, wasn't it the rule breaking in the first season that made us all crazy for it to begin with?

It's especially disheartening with this being Gem's first full season, it makes me afraid she may not want to join back next time around.

And yes, I know, Gem and everyone else on the server are grown adults, they can manage their media as needed and it's inevitable people don't like their content and/or say hurtful things. The problem lies in when it's the actual viewers, the people following the series. Again, it's not like hate watching a professional production and leaving reviews that reflect it. It's just haunting people playing together to have fun, and quite frankly, it's dehumanizing. Recieving hate from just anyone is one thing, but receiving hate from regular fans? How do some of y'all genuinely not see how harmful that is?

If you don't like how the series is going, click off. Have mean shit to say about the people in it? Either share it in closed groups or not at all, not places where you Know the CCs can see it! It's different when you're on a largely fandom dominated space such as tumblr or discord, but going on more open platforms such as twitter and even reddit on some degree?

This isn't an issue with constructive criticism. This is an issue with borderline bullying the CCs because the series isn't going how certain fans want it to.

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[hacked-by-jake]

To be honest, you can disagree with me, of course. And I absolutely don't want to attack anyone.

But there are circling Screenshots of things other studios said about Everbyte.

And while I definitely can understand critism, I don’t like the way they make jokes about them. Very unprofessional.

And whether they like it or not, they are really lucky that Everbyte exists. Because Duskwood was the game that made this scene, indie games, popular in the first place. When I started Duskwood, there were only games that were released after Duskwood came out.

And as we know, there are many games that have been, let's say... "inspired" by Duskwood.

I don’t want to say their games are bad. Absolutely not.

But Duskwood is by far the most popular game in the scene. And the success that Duskwood brought.. try to keep up.

Also... glass house and stones and... You never know what is going to happen in the future. And as other developer studios.. No one thought that this here, the critism, would ever happen. But it happened. And the same can happen to everyone else. Even if you could never imagine this yet.

Okay, I said it before, I don’t want to spread hate here, I just wanted to make my point clear.

This here is about serious criticism. It's not a joke or anything. Give constructive feedback to Everbyte. This is how they can learn. And they deserve this criticism.

But right now, it's a wave of hate and it seems to catch lots of people who just jump in and participate.

I'm sorry. I truly don't want to offend anyone. But this here is not a trend. And for other developers definitely no opportunity to eliminate the competition. As for me, it's makes me even more unwilling to play there games when I see how they talk about other devolpers.

As I said, critism is absolutely fine. But please, keep in mind we're still talking about 3 people here. Real people. Hate is shit and won't make anything better.

And I feel like this flood makes people more and more mad. And I don't know if that's how it should work. If every post you read increases the level of your mood even more negative, maybe you shouldn't read more.

I say this because it really feels like it. People criticised and the more people left their criticism, the angrier some got. And that's not how it should be.

Talk about the problems, post about them, leave your opinion. But stay constructive and especially be careful that you don't fall into the flood of other people's anger. That should not affect you. Your time deserves to be spent better.

As I said, I don’t want to attack anyone with it. And I do understand the frustration and sadness about all of this.

But still, I mean of course I also want to share my opinion. But I also want to try and remind people of the real problem here.

Thank you, once again, for reading. 💚

[wobblyficwriter]

It's Okay, Little Doll

My second fic, and the first time I've tried writing about agere. I hope it's okay! Constructive critism welcome! Sorry I don't know how to do the cut thing.

Bucky Barnes x Little reader.

You're desperate to regress, but your house mate is home and you try not to. He has other ideas.

Can't think of any trigger warnings. I guess *slightly* forced regression, but in a caring concerned way?

You walked into your apartment with a tired sigh. Work had been awful, your creepy co worker had spent the day hitting on you no matter how many times you had told him you had a boyfriend. You didn’t have a boyfriend, but he had no way to verify that. He did know you lived with Bucky though, so you just let him assume that you were a couple.

You dumped your work bag and the stack of files you’d been carrying onto the table and kicked off your shoes. You just needed to get changed into something comfy, find some snacks and chocolate milk, then you could go to your room and regress. Bucky was on a mission and wouldn’t be home for a few days so you knew that he wouldn’t catch you in your little state.

You were just about to go into the kitchen to get your snacks and chocolate milk when you heard him.

“Hey, doll, you okay?” A soft voice said from behind you, making you jump and drop the packet of goldfish crackers you’d been about to pour into a bowl.

“Bucky!” You spun around, wide eyed and desperately started trying to fight off the regression that had been starting to take over your mind.

He chuckled and held his hands up showing you he meant no harm. “Jeez doll, it’s just me!” He didn’t raise his voice, continuing to speak softly, though amusement was evident on his face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you heard me coming.”

You shook your head and smiled. Internally you were screaming. “No, no no! I can’t regress in front of Bucky!”  “I’m fine, sorry I must have been in my own world. You’re back early?” You questioned. Maybe he was just back to get something? You needed to regress and it was hard to fight it. Just had to get a snack and retreat to your room.

“Yeah” He nodded. “Turns out they don’t need a full team, Nat and Steve have gone alone” 

You were fighting the need to slip with every ounce of will you had. “Oh.. what are you gonna do now?” You didn’t hear the slightly higher pitch of your voice, or the way you were fiddling anxiously with your sleeves. However it didn’t go unnoticed by Bucky and he tilted his head, concern flashing in his eyes.

“Doll, you okay?” He stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyes widening in surprise when you stepped back fearfully. He removed his hand, the concern now more prominent on his face. “Doll? You know I’d never hurt you, right?”

You nod and wring your hands anxiously. You could feel yourself slipping and were desperately trying to stop it.  “‘M fine” you said, and you wince inwardly, you heard your voice that time and realised you were slipping faster than you thought. You grab the bag of goldfish, deciding to forget about the rest of your snacks and chocolate milk for now, intending to rush to your bedroom and hide in there for the rest of the night. Bucky stops you with another hand on your shoulder as you try to push past him.

“Hey, hey, where’s the fire? What’s wrong?” He was concerned, he’d never seen you act like this, and you had certainly never acted scared of him before. He waited for you to answer him, frowning when you stiffened under his hand. He let go again and let you go with a sigh. He wasn’t going to force you to stay and talk to him when you very clearly didn’t want to. He figured he’d give you a little while to calm down and check on you later. He made his way back to his room and lay on his bed with the book he’d been reading. He would have stayed there if he hadn’t heard you muttering anxiously in your own room. His super soldier senses made it easy for him to hear,  though he usually did his best to block it out. He couldn’t this time though, not when he could hear that you were so worked up about something.

“No no, not in front of Bucky, come on y/n. You can fight this!” You were pacing in your room, desperately trying not to slip. You knew that now Bucky was concerned about you, he wouldn’t leave you alone the whole night. You knew he would come and check on you and you couldn’t afford to be in your littlespace when he did. He couldn’t see you like that, no one could. If you’d known he was going to be home, you would have been more prepared to stop it, having the whole day to work through it. Unfortunately, you hadn’t known he would be home and had been planning for it all day, so now you were home it was getting harder and harder to fight off. 

You’d already put all your little items in the wardrobe so you couldn’t see them, including the plush toy that usually lived on your bed. You were hoping that not being able to see the things that you usually used in your little time would make it easier for you to stop the slip.

You gasped when he knocked on your door, calling out to see if you were okay.

“J-just a minute!” You hastily looked around your room, checking for anything that might give it away before sighing and telling him to come in.

He opened the door and walked in, taking a breath when he saw you. He could see your whole body was tense and you looked on the verge of a panic attack. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He moved toward you, careful not to touch you this time. He knew you didn’t like to be touched. You tolerated the occasional short hug from him, but that was all. The hands on your shoulders earlier were normally okay too, but you’d made it clear to him that they weren’t at the moment, so he just kept his hands where you could see them and crouched in front of you to be less intimidating.

“J-just a bad day” you whispered and gasped when you heard your voice. You were still slipping and you couldn’t stop it! This was bad. You quickly looked to the side, trying to look anywhere but at Bucky. This time, Bucky gasped quietly as it clicked in his head. You were regressing! Well, you were trying NOT to regress, but he recognised the signs. He’d never been in the lifestyle himself, but he knew that Steve had had a little at one point and he’d seen them interact a couple of times. Nodded to himself, unseen by you and decided to just treat you like he would a scared child.

“Shh, shh it’s okay, little one.”

He saw you freeze and your breath catch in your throat. “N-not little!” he heard you say frantically, your voice still in that higher pitch but not quite childlike yet. He could see that you desperately needed to regress, and that you were trying not to so he decided to just carry on, hoping to make you feel safe and go into your littlespace. He edged closer to you, still not touching you yet, keeping his movements slow so you could see everything he was doing.

“Oh I know you’re not, not just yet, but you want to be so badly, don’t you little doll?”

You froze again, slowly turning to look at Bucky. “N-no! D-dunno what you’re talking about!” you had to fight the urge to stomp your foot. This was bad, Bucky was going to see! You couldn’t let that happen!

Bucky just smiled at you, slowly reaching out and curling his fingers around your wrist, gently tugging you toward him. “It’s okay little doll, I’m here. You’re safe with me.” his voice was soft, doing his best to sound calming as he pulled you into him, gently wrapping his arms around you. He felt you stiffen but didn’t let you go this time, he simply gently ran his metal hand up and down your back in soothing circles while gently pressing your head into his chest with the other. You stayed stiff, starting to tremble and he worried that he’d pushed you too far. He keeps going though, murmuring softly to you, taking the fact that while you were anxious, you weren’t pulling away as a sign that it was okay to continue. He stops rubbing your back, using that hand to scoop you up into his arms and moving to the bed with you, he sits on it, leaning back against the headboard and pulls you fully onto him, still making soothing noises and starts rubbing your back again.

“That’s it little doll, you just relax here in my arms. Let Bucky take care of you. Just let it happen… everything’s okay”

You keep fighting desperately but you feel yourself losing the fight. You knew for certain that you were going to lose it when you felt yourself relaxing into his touch despite yourself. “There you go… good girl..” when he called you a good girl you could no longer fight it, and just let it take over. You cuddled into him, your thumb sucked into your mouth and closed your eyes. You heard Bucky chuckle quietly.

“There you go little doll, that’s much better isn’t it?” You blinked up at him and saw him smiling softly down at you. You nodded at him shyly, still worried about being little in front of him, but now you’d slipped, you were much more open to accepting the comfort and safety that his presence offered.

“Nothing to worry about little doll, you just relax here in Bucky’s arms. I’ll take care of you.” He started stroking your hair softly and rocking from side to side slowly, smiling gently at you as your eyes started falling closed.

“Shh, that’s it, little one.. Just let yourself drift away. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

You sighed contentedly and let yourself drift off to sleep. Maybe being little in front of Bucky wasn’t so bad after all.

[dlysthings]

Little crush pt.2

Here you can find pt.1

This is something i don't hink is that good, but i want tolearn how to write so hopefully its not that bad.

PLEASE LEAVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISM!

That evening Daryl couldn’t fall asleep. Shuffling around in his bed, tossing and turning. He was still thinking of the feeling of your hand on his. Your touch so gentle on his hand. Daryl was hopping you will touch him like that again, someday. Though that was only a dream. You didn’t mean too. Probably not even remembering. For you that was something normal. Nothing special. He wasn’t special.

He needed to understand that. Shouldn’t get his hopes up for nothing. And hopes for what? He was sure you will never look at him again. The smile and the squeeze of his hand was just out of gratuity. No other reason.

But he couldn’t help it, he longed to feel your touch again. The warmth of your skin against his. To affectionately brush your hand through his hair, moving a loose strand of his hair. And God, if you kissed him? He would be a goner. Your soft lips slotting against his and pouring pure affection.

But him? He didn’t know how to properly kiss. He would probably do something wrong and repel you. And the touches? How was he supposed to return them? No doubt his hand is gonna shake, his body buzzing with nerves.

Why is he even thinking about that? There was no way chance of this becoming a reality. Thinking about it was gonna make him feel even more miserable than he already was. No chance she will ever think of ya like that, ya idiot…

Eventually after many hours of tossing and turning, restless sleep found him. His dreams full of a lovely girl with a breath-taking smile and gorgeous eyes.

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The next day Daryl was sitting in class, bored as usual. The teacher obviously didn’t know how to deal with the teenagers sitting in front of him. Just standing in front of the class, talking just loud enough for the person in front of him to hear. That’s why Daryl didn’t like school. Total loss of time. It’s not like he was learning anything.

However, that was the only place he could see you almost every day. And he needed that. You were the light that was keeping him in line. He didn’t want to get into trouble, just for you to know that whatever bad things you were thinking about him were true.

Today you were sitting next to him again, in a cute, light pink dress. A matching color bow was in your hair, making you look beautiful. Daryl looked at you again, but found you already looking at him. A small smile grazing your face. He looked away, crimson painting his cheeks. Why were you looking at him? Was he looking that bad?

He looked at himself. A white thank top, thin jeans from washing them so many times he couldn’t count, beat up shoes that were about ready to just fall apart and leave him barefoot. He looked like a joke next to you. You belonged with some well put guy, living in a nice neighborhood. Not some trailer park white trash like ya, dumbass.

Risking another glance at you, he saw your gaze on him again. With your warm smile and adoring eyes. That look made him feel warm from the inside out. Like someone lit a fire inside his core, the warmth going to every part of his body. He liked that. He wanted you to keep looking at him and at the same time to stop. He didn’t want you to know how much he was enjoying it and the traitorous color of hi cheeks was doing exactly that.

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That evening Daryl was trying to write an essay for one of his classes. He didn’t like going to school, but wanted to graduate. That was the only way he could find a good job later in life.

Alas his head was empty. He didn’t know what to write, just mindlessly doodling something in his notebook. But it wasn’t mindless, he knew what he was writing. Silly combinations of your names together. He has heard of the girls in his school making combinations of a couple’s names together. It sounded silly, even childish, but for him it felt like something intimate.

It was useless. It’s not like you were together, but it filled a hole in his chest he didn’t know needed filling until he did. Every single one of his notebooks was filled with these. Every combination of your names together he could think of, written in his handwriting.

 He wondered how will they look like if written with your handwriting? Neat and cute? Or you also had a messy handwriting? Will he feel the same way he felt like when he heard his name come out of your mouth for the first time? So sweet. Till then he didn’t know his name could sound like that.

I hope she says it more. That was the last thing he thought before falling asleep with his notebook open on his chest, the combinations of your names on display.

AN: If you have an idea on how this can continue please coment it!

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[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Do you have any Engineer headcanons?👉👈

Engineer Headcanons!

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Hi Lone!!! FINALLY got around to writing these!! I hope you enjoy!

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I personally think a LOT of the mercs knit. Including Engie. I think he, Sniper, and Demo all knit together. It's mainly comprised of Engie and Demo talking away while Sniper listens. I definitely think Engie likes to do big knitting projects. Like this man has spent months on huge blanket just because he likes devoting MANY hours to any project he starts.

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I think Engie collects rocks. It stared because Pyro would always gift Engie cool rocks it found and he just kept them around in a drawer. Then one day Engie found a rock his own and gave it to Pyro. And Pyro started collecting the rocks Engie gave it. So now it's a little back and forth where they collect rocks to gift each other, and now they both have pretty big rock collections.

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I think Engineer has a lot of nightmares. Never the same one twice though. They range from just general fears and your typical nightmares to really haunting ones that tend to stick with him. He doesn't know where they come from or why they happen so often but he's become pretty used to dealing with them. Definitely a reason he stays up working late...

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Speaking of working late. He has and will continue to pass out at his desk after staying up for days on end. But! Inexplicably, he always wakes up back in his room. He doesn't know HOW he wakes up in his room. He always chalks it up to waking up in a daze and stumbling his way back. After all, none of the mercs seem to know either, or at least, they won't admit to anything...

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In the same vein, absolute KING of forgetting to take care of himself. He's just behind Medic and just above Scout in the ranks actually. He gets so focused in on things that he forgets to do those pesky things like, eat...and drink. You know, minor things! He's sure it's no big deal. At least Pyro drops by with snacks to share sometimes.

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For the life of me can't headcanon him as JUST a black coffee drinker even though I want to. You can't convince me this man doesn't like flavored coffee creamers. French vanilla, hazelnut, Italian sweet crème, you can't tell me he doesn't enjoy the occasional seasonal flavor. His love of coffee creamers however, does not stop him from brewing an entire pot of black coffee and only drinking that. Likes his coffee all ways.

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Okay. Hear me out. This man hates criticism. He can't stand it. And not in an arrogant way, like he doesn't think he's above it by any means. I just think a part of him always takes critism to heart because he's trying his hardest and giving things his all, so sometimes hearing he isn't doing enough or good enough, even in the kindest or most constructive way gets to him.

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I think his workshop is actually never necessarily "quiet". I feel like most of the mercs (Scout and Pyro specifically) come and talk his ear off a LOT. Literally telling him about anything and everything because, we'll, he likes to listen to them. Medic has also been known to drop by, but doesn't spend as much time as the other two. But even when he isn't being talked at by someone, he's got music playing, he's humming to himself, I can't imagine him actually ever doing anything in silence.

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And that's all I've got for you. Hope you liked them, and sorry they took so long 😭