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archie-sunshine · 30 days

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i literally cannot stress this enough: if you simultaneously enjoy viewing my art and hate seeing it come up on your dash, and you decide to make it my problem and demand that i content flag it, therefore blocking out an entire side of my following from seeing it, you are the worst. You're just the worst.

there's a TAGGING SYSTEM on this WEBSITE that i USE so that you can BLOCK the TAGS that you DONT WANT TO SEE on your DASHBOARD.

The system doesnt even fully hide these posts! It asks you if you wanna see em or not, so youd still be able to interact with my posts!

I am not PUTTING IT ON YOUR DASHBOARD you literally only get posts from people you follow on your dashboard unless someone has reblogged my post. SO BLOCK ME!! JUST BLOCK ME IM FUCKING BEGGING YOU!! OR BLOCK THE TAGS /NSFW or /NSFT!! YOU WILL NEVER SEE ANOTHER OBJECTIONABLE POST AGAIN!!

It is genuinely the rudest, most entitled thing a person can ask an artist to do. You are coming to me to DEMAND that I change the way that I post for the benefit of YOU SPECIFICALLY??? That's like having a peanut allergy and walking into a PEANUT BRITTLE SHOP AND DEMANDING THEY STOP SELLING PEANUTS. GROW UP!!

#archie rants #archie chats

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ultra-raging-ghost · 5 months

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Hiiii welcome to all the refugees! o/

My advice very succinctly:

-Dont be afraid to block

-Follow tags you wanna see shit from

-Main qsmp tags are just #qsmp and #liveblogging

-Ask questions

-Be curteous

-Get used to the Mpreg it's very common (See: the QSMP ABO discussion + AyPierre rejoining of 2023)

-Block tags + use TWs, most people have #discourse or #neg blocked but it's not a requirement, the tag blocking is VERY effective unlike on other platforms

-Tags on reblogs are almost always looked at and are always appreciated!! Don't be shy we love to see em!!

Overall have fun, have a good time!

#qsmp

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glamjrwi · 2 years

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Okay I’m making this while tired but I figure I can at least get it started and smart people can add on. if you’re here from jrwitwt first off HELLO!!! Welcome. I know there have been several posts going around saying watch your step, we do things differently here, and to get with it, that might seem a bit intimidating. So I wanted to make this non-exhaustive list of how tumblr works and HOW we do things different so you can get settled in :)

also these are just to the best of my ability and based off my time here i am by no means a standard, just a starting point

-You might’ve heard this one already but there isn’t much of an algorithm here. You can follow certain tags and blogs. The best way to find people is to just scroll through tags and check out blogs whose posts you enjoyed

-reblogging is standard. Likes are typically for letting a mutual(or anyone rlly) know you saw their post or during liveblog sessions(at least that’s how I use them) while we have replies on posts that might look like a comment section. It really isn’t most of the time. Comments are normally put in the tags of reblogs. It’s completely okay if your blog is just reblogs that’s super normal here. you don’t have to have an original thought if you don’t want to

-If you really don’t want to post/lurk and only follow ppl, change your pfp so we know you aren’t a bot. Blank blogs have a history of being bots and if we can’t tell you’re a person a lot of people will block on sight. Just fair warning

-We do a lot of blocking here. If you don’t like someone’s posts, block em and keep going. The filter tags system on tumblr really works(I’ve heard twt is fussy and not great) and most people tag things appropriately here so you Will Not see the shit you don’t want to

-TAG THINGS APPROPRIATELY PLEASE it’s a give and take. When it comes to spoilers, as long as the original poster tagged it you normally don’t have to tag it again in a reblog but you can out of courtesy

-Bonus point a lot of us use “jrwilb” as a tag when everyone is on the dash liveblogging a stream ep or just when they get around to watching it. Some people have personalized ones, and some ppl also main tag their liveblogs so it’s just a good one to know ahead of time

-People chit chat through asks frequently. You don’t have to feel shy abt it, esp if you are being friendly. But if you’re anxious a lot of people leave on anon asks so you don’t have to have your name attached

-We don’t really do callouts/negativity posts. If you see a take or headcanon you aren’t fond of going around. You can block/filter, or you can make a positivity post or post abt your own interpretation!!! A lot of people here love different takes and headcanons and try to value all of them. Again, if one squicks you really bad, filter/block it. If you really wanna complain, be sure to do it in dms or a private discord server

-our concept of what jokes are okay to post are very lax. there really isnt an official thing but i’ve tended to notice we dont really tend to do anything the council havent done. we joke abt gillion tits and eggs here because the council have done it. we have made very lewd jokes because . . . mcs and everything else grizzly does when he’s not playing dakota. so be prepared to be jarred by how . . . interesting it gets here

Okay that’s all I can think of for now. Members of councilblr feel free to add anything smile

#also if you are adding pls keep the tone friendly smile #i wanted to make a greetings post #for the twt refugees fleeing the discourse site #jrwi #just roll with it #what tags would twt ppl search hmmm #jrwi show #jrwishow #councilblr

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romanarose · 9 months

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No one is making you read my dark shit. No one is making you follow me or read my shit

My first series here was an intense one, Sunshine. Dealt with self harm, sexual assault recovery, depression, there was an attempted rape and a suicide attempt. That set the stage for what I talk about. When I decided to write dark fics, I made a side blog for an extra layer of protection for those who didn’t want to see that sort of them. Occasionally I comment reblog chapters onto here but that’s mostly bc I forget where I’m reblogging to bc I’m dumb.

All fics are extensively given warnings.

Today it was brought to my attention a mutual was talking shit about my dark fics on my side blog, calling me psychotic and saying my shit is too fucked up. That’s fine, don’t read it.

But then why did you ask me to tag you in my dark fics? And why, when I stopped tagging bc you never interacted, did you ask why me why I stopped tagging you?

Anyway, all this to say that if you don’t like dark fics donT read em. Block me if you wanna

But don’t gotta go talk shit while you send me discord messages and ask me to read your fics or promo them, don’t ask to be tagged, and don’t send me anons bc yes, I think you were sending (some of) them

Have a great day and leave me alone

#romana personal posts #discourse #sorry I’m irritated

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hana-no-seiiki · 7 months

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bro no one cares abt ur chats , we don't wanna see them. stop using it as an excuse to delay ur work 💀

or jus have a hiatus like the other dumb writers on here and then be pissed when we create ai works 💀💀

bro, why don’t you try not using anon when making asks like these pfffttt seriously ive never seen a hate comment that isnt anon like this one and i can never take it seriously. like yall cant even make the effort to have a burner/hate acc.

also i am on hiatus tho?? it’s semi but it’s still written on my bio. plus i put tags there that you guys can block so you dont see em pffft

anyways im still sharing my chats cause my shim and the rest of my new friends at coleg are adorable. maybe try to get some of your own hun it feels great having a social life i promise 🥰 it gets busy balancing being a full ride scholar while having so many people to talk to and gain support from but i swear it’s worth it !!!!

now putting my ‘politeness’ aside, seriously fuck you for calling the writers here dumb. these are brave people who i admire and respect vv much and are incredibly talented/skilled. they worked hard for their following and work- and ill be damned if i let you insult them just like that. seriously grow tf up. sometimes it’s better to not say shit yeah?

#hns.txt💬#hns.ask💌#more dumb hate anons #gave me a good laugh tho ngl

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moonlightretriever · 11 months

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welcome to my playground! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

IF YOU DO NOT LIKE WHAT I POST, PLEASE BLOCK ME, I DON'T MIND!

seriously, if i followed you from my main and you don't enjoy what i post here, you're absolutely free to block me (and i apologize in advance if you saw something you didn't like!! ;; A ;; )

KINK PAGE

abdl sideblog (18+ only)

nude tag :]

NOTIFICATIONS WILL BE FROM MY MAIN: @sunrayretriever

hi my name is stevie/james/honey!! welcome to my weird little NSFW sideblog! NO MINORS ALLOWED, put your age on your page! or get blocked!

things you WILL see here: mentions of FICTIONAL dark topics/kinks, FUCKED UP fantasies (dont wanna sound edgy but some of 'em are really fucked up) and PICTURES OF MY BODY SOMETIMES and PICTURES or VIDEOS of OTHER NAKED PEOPLE

things you will NOT see here: irl gore, mentions of scat because that goes HERE instead :]

everything else is on the table sooo if you do not like that you can unfollow!

i don't really tag anything except for flashing gifs/videos

my dms and inbox are both open, please feel free to message me!! i really love making friends!!

and sometimes im a girl (cw for possibly upsetting content)

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pikeconstellation · 11 months

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Pinned Post

hi i’m pike (he/they/thon) and casual artist. i dont post here a lot but i wanna post more. i have a few things to say here so i’m just gonna say ‘em in this pinned post

my interests vary and i usually will post whatever i want so feel free to follow/unfollow based on if you see what you do and don’t like

if we aren’t mutuals or friends irl, please don’t tag my art as ‘friend art’ or anything similar, it makes me uncomfortable

please dont tag art of my ocs as ‘kin’ ‘self’ or anything like that, it makes me uncomfortable

feel free to send me asks, but i don’t really take requests or do free drawings.

feel free to tag me in art you do of my ocs! it makes me happy :)

i don’t reblog anything but my art or art of my ocs here. sorry for that.

i will block you i don’t hold back the block button is my best friend

might post ramblings on my ocs here we’ll see how that goes

commission info and other links here

#pinned post

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scrappertywasp · 2 years

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Scrapperty's intro post !! <3<3

like this post when you follow so i know you read it please :]

Here's my carrd !! You can find it in the bio of all my blogs too !! (working on a new one rn)

if u dont wanna read it though quick dni proship/comship, queerphobic, ableist, sexist, henry miller likers, under 13, nsfw accounts, uncomfy with selfship, and uncomfy with slurs if any of that's you just block me please <3

also please no random dms on my insta thanks !! (mostly bc i won't see em tbh ..) go send an ask and/or a dm on discord or here if you need me for anything !!

this is all you Need to read the rest is stuff abt me and my blogs :D

alright, most important stuff first !!

My names are Scrapsy and Lovey !! I have others though if you wanna ask 4 them heehee <3

I am a minor,, please be aware and respectful of that thank you !!

It/its, she/her, and he/him pronouns r my favorite !!! <3<3 any except they/them r fine though !!

Mainly into five nights at freddy's rn !! as well as dsaf dialtown and bluey (yhea) small interest list in my carrd :]

my instagram (i'm p much never active on anymore) is scrappertywasp !!

funky little doodle account is @scrap-doodley !!

goofy silly tag ramble/reblog acct is @scrappertyspam-two-point-oh

+ a secret fourth and fifth one teehee,,

and my discord is scrappertywasp !!#0636

art tag is #scrap doodleys..

and tha me talking tag is #scrapsys mindwanderings..

ask tag is #scrap asks !!

#scrap friendos !! <3 is for interacting w my friends n stuff (hiii ily guys btw <3 /p, gen)

#random little scraps.. is a tag for non reblogs/non art ig.. so just whatevers

I'll update this when i think of stuff 2 add 2 it !! <3 check back at this often in case i do :D

not. too often though. what if I forget abt this post for two months /hj

#scrapsys mindwanderings..#scrap doodleys..#scrap asks !!#scrap friendos !! <3 #random little scraps..#all my tags (so far) for easy navigation !!

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oslvni · 7 days

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⋆.˚ᡣ𐭩 'Attention that we crave, don't tell us to behave. I'm sick of always hearing, "Act your age!"- Sum 41'🎙₊˚⊹

: ̗̀➛ I WRITE FOR GN!Reader and Fem. I could write Male, but thats not really my strong suit, since that would be my first. Naturally, I write F! because i can, but I'll switch it up if requested. Same thing for race and characteristics. I don't include anything about skin tone or like hair color or even body shape. Sure I might add 'curves' but like- everyone has curves???

: ̗̀➛I WRITE FOR 5 fandoms but I'm really into my Resident Evil phase. Look at my Masterlist to see the other fandoms!

: ̗̀➛ PLEASE REQUEST ! - It doesn't matter if it says request close- I wanna hear your ideas. Most of the time I'm really out of it so a request would help!

: ̗̀➛ Also, REQUEST CLOSE when I have over 15 request or while I'm working on a series. Thirst or drabbles are always welcomed though

: ̗̀➛ SOMETIMES I WRITE for characters out of the fandoms I listed- but that's because I'm simping hardcore, please don't request for characters like that. 9/10 I'll ignore the request, so press your luck if you'd like

: ̗̀➛ MINOR CHARACTERS ARE ALWAYS AGED UP ! If I ever forget that, just know that are. I am horrified of backlash and hate because I forgot "aged up!"

: ̗̀➛BE NICE ! If you don't someone- block 'em! you dont like me? block me- PLEASE. I have no time to look in my inbox and see some bs. I don't care if you think I suck ass and if you wanna talk shit you better not be in anon.

: ̗̀➛ THE BLOG WILL HAVE NSFW ! Not every post will be nsfw but a good amount. I like headcanons and fluff so that will probably dominate this blog.

: ̗̀➛ I MAKE LAYOUTS ! I love layouts and I made some for my friend a couple times. If you need some help with your blog tell me and I'll fine/make layouts for you. They will be free to use and no credit will be needed.

: ̗̀➛ THIS BLOG CHANGES. A LOT. I get bored, so the colors might change or a post's layout but I think will still dom. I might add another character next to her tho - One tag to follow if you can't recognize me is '#༉‧₊˚ Angel says' & '#𓍢 ִ ໋ check this !!'

: ̗̀➛ I DO NOT WRITE DISORDERS !! I have nothing against it of course but I don't want to offend someone with autism or depression for example by using basic stereotypes. Maybe when I grow as a writer and understand more, I might consider doing it

#oslvni #𓍢 ִ ໋ check this !!#༉‧₊˚ angel say #rules #byf #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #blue aesthetic #re4 #couqette #re blog

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myaoiboy · 3 months

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heyy sorry dunno if ur ok with ppl asking for advice, but ive been on the twitter mgs fandom for a little while (mostly as a watcher rather than participating other than liking, rting and occasionally commenting or posting some art) and after a while i realized (a bit too late) that quite a few people that i interacted with are aggressively anti and i dont know how to pull away from them now.

Some were mutuals, i stopped following most of them but they still follow me and im not sure if i should just ignore it or whatever. My main account is very clean when it comes to pro/anti discussion and NSFW in general, altho i do like/rt/discuss a lot of anime art and media that has some questionable content in it (like the monogatari series for example)

Anyway, im just a bit scared they might see these "cracks" and it gets to a point of agression/exclusion/doxxing etc and im a bit terrified of that. Sorry if this sounds dumb, but could i ask you what you experience with the mgs fandom is like on twitter? Have you ever been in a similar situation?

It's totally cool to ask for advice! I'm not sure how much help I'll be though.

I have a twitter that's mostly MGS-focused, but I've been building up defenses against the anti movement for a long time before that. I used to be mutuals with someone who was a really notorious asshole twitter anti, actually. I broke that when they started publicly slandering me, but before they could actually dox me, and they still followed me on side accounts for a couple years after that. I got very careful about vetting who I regularly interact with after that.

I got lucky dropping into MGS fandom, I've found a bunch of people who enjoy freaky stuff as much as I do. But I also had one of those friends get doxxed a while back over ship discourse that was spun as something much worse.

Personally, if I see a callout post and it looks fishy (only includes accusations of fic or art, etc), I will a lot of times block everyone that's retweeted or liked it. It's made me sad a couple of times to break mutuals, but I know I'm saving myself the pain later of potentially seeing them fall for it with me. This, when my friend got doxxed, ended up causing me to block like half of the twitter MGS fandom ngl.

Honestly, my secret to not accidentally making full on anti friends is that when I get into a new fandom, I look up their discourse and who antis say shouldn't be shipped together. Then I look and see who makes art/fic of those ships. If I don't like those ships specifically, I find people who ship both that and whatever I like. Usually I end up liking one or more of them anyways (solimiller...). Or I'll go through that fandom's fics with warnings on them and check out those authors' other works.

That's how I keep accidentally meeting a lot of people in fandom, it turns out. I read a fic, I look at the author's other works or their profile, it has a social media handle, or a discord link, or whatever else, next thing I know I'm talking to them and 5 more people they recommended about whatever freaky kink I found of theirs.

I do actually have a (mostly nsfw) discord link that I would share here, but given some of the weird interactions I've gotten tonight I'm gonna wait a couple days before I post it publicly. It's fandom neutral technically but a lot of us like our war boys (mgs/cod mostly). But uhhh if anybody sees this and wants in feel free to dm me/send an off-anon ask and I'll slip ya a link real quiet.

I warn people some of the heavier content that I regularly post as well, even though I don't explicitly use any discourse labels, but honestly the biggest thing is just pulling your interactions like weeds. People on the internet are, mostly, strangers. You don't like someone's vibes? You can block 'em. You see them being a dick to someone else and don't wanna risk them doing the same to you ? Definitely block. Someone makes posts you don't like and it keeps filling up the tags you frequent? You can block that!

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glamjrwi · 1 year

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I posted 3,292 times in 2022

That's 3,292 more posts than 2021!

881 posts created (27%)

2,411 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@angelstoneyaoi

@enderspawn

@albatrio

@pretzel-the-frogtopus

@oli-disaster

I tagged 1,813 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#jrwilb - 619 posts

#jrwi - 213 posts

#just roll with it - 112 posts

#jrwi riptide - 70 posts

#jrwi spoilers - 52 posts

#councilblr crew - 41 posts

#gillion tidestrider - 33 posts

#jrwi prime defenders - 31 posts

#chip jrwi - 30 posts

#jay ferin - 25 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#to be fair if i was a teenage noodle boy who had died twice and it sucked both time i don’t think i’d wanna get hit either

My Top Posts in 2022:

also these are just to the best of my ability and based off my time here i am by no means a standard, just a starting point

Okay that’s all I can think of for now. Members of councilblr feel free to add anything smile

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condi the only mf in this house i respect

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i am coping

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My #1 post of 2022

AYOOOOOO

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #not my long ass posts being my top ones #lmao #great to see the number of liveblogs too that’s funny

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oukatoru · 4 months

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BYF/ RULES

♫◞♡ Yeah, we're just young, dumb and broke- But we still got love to give -'.♡🎧

: ̗̀➛ I WRITE FOR 5 fandoms but I'm really into my Resident Evil phase. Look at my Masterlist to see the other fandoms!

: ̗̀➛ PLEASE REQUEST - It doesn't matter if it says request close- I wanna hear your ideas. Most of the time I'm really out of it so a request would help!

: ̗̀➛ Also, REQUEST CLOSE when I have over 15 request or while I'm working on a series. Thirst or drabbles are always welcomed though

: ̗̀➛ MINOR CHARACTERS ARE ALWAYS AGED UP ! If I ever forget that, just know that are. I am horrified of backlash and hate because I forgot "aged up!"

: ̗̀➛ I RESPOND to everything! Wanna say Hi? Hello~! Wanna ask how I am? I'll tell you. I love interacting with others online tbh and I want to be really active with my followers!

: ̗̀➛ BE NICE ! If you don't someone- block 'em! you dont like me? block me- PLEASE. I have no time to look in my inbox and see some bs. I don't care if you think I suck ass and if you wanna talk shit you better not be in anon.

: ̗̀➛ I WILL WRITE NSFW ! Not every post will be nsfw but a good amount. I like headcanons and fluff so that will probably dominated this blog.

: ̗̀➛ THIS BLOG CHANGES alot! I get bored so the color might change or the post layout might change but I think Gojo will stay as my main. I might add another character next to her tho - One tag to follow if you cant recognize me is '#༉‧₊˚ rose says & #𓍢 ִ ໋ lookie here !!'

#navigation #nav #༉‧₊˚ rose says #˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚ pressure #𓍢 ִ ໋ lookie here !!#𓍢 ִ ໋ how sweet !!#𓍢 ִ ໋ my heart :(#Gojo #rules #byf #jjk #jujitsu kaisen #jjk x reader #before you follow

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404ranger · 9 months

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i made a system blog.

hey! systems. cool people. the like. you should follow us. we're cool and funny and stuff.

i'm ren, host of system 404! i have too many brain people and i'm gonna post about it.

feel free to tag along 💥💥

our vent tags are "average kvetching" for nonserious complaint, and "cold archives" for more serious stuff, so block those if you dont wanna see em!! :)

(also we follow and like from @squishranger !)

#did osdd #sysblr #system #pinned intro #💜corridors of time (ren)

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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see through

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

a/n: i dont have much to say other than that it's 1 am and i needed to get this out of my system. chapter 4 of play the game is underway, i promise. also, there will be a pov switch in this fic!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. = POV change!

wc: 4.1k words

[ neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Every Friday night, without fail, you saw the light filter into your apartment.

Notice how you said night?

Yeah, it was almost two in the morning, by the way.

And why was there light coming through the chiffon curtains you had hanging on the rod above your window?

(Great choice on your part, by the way.)

Well, because of your neighbor.

You've seen him a few times, actually. Usually on the street outside your buildings, or just out and about. Never spoke to him, though. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't seem very friendly or willing to exchange a greeting if he ever saw you.

But you never took it personally. Maybe he was having a bad day. Every time you saw him.

But that's besides the point. The point right now is that you can see the lights blaring in your room. From the apartment across from yours.

Should it even be possible for light to travel that far? I mean, we don't even live in the same building. You think to yourself as you watch the colors dance in the dark.

You debate getting up and yelling out your window to tell him to shut that shit off or to invest in some blackout curtains. You were tired of sacrificing your sleep every week.

But then you decided against it, because you quite frankly could not be bothered to get up from the warmth of your bed. You'd tough it out for the night, but the next time you saw him, you'd have a few words for him.

The next morning, it was almost ten when you woke up. You didn't have your shift at the coffee shop you worked at until three, so you took your time in making your way out of bed.

You noticed the curtains of your neighbor's apartment were still open, but you could see his figure moving across the room. He was clearly on the phone with someone, and he didn't look too happy. You wondered what could have him so angry at such an early time of the morning. He seemed like a person who could use someone to talk to, someone who he could vent to.

But before you let your thoughts get ahead of you, you turn away from the window, heading back into your kitchen to eat breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead of you.

"Hi, what can I get started for you today?" You ask as brightly as you can muster at the moment. You were halfway through your shift, another three hours until close.

"Uh, just a large black coffee." The gruff voice says, and it takes you a second until you look up and look closely.

It was him.

"O-okay, that'll be $3.27." You say, and he hands you a five dollar note before grumbling,

"Keep the change."

"Thanks, and your name?"

He gives you a look that's asking, 'what the fuck do you need my name for?'

"For the order." You try and salvage your dignity, because it feels like the stare shrunk you to a speck of dust.

"James."

That's all he all but growls before turning back to find a seat.

As your coworker takes over the cash register, you grab the biggest cup and fill it with his desired coffee.

You try to not think about it too much, but the anxiety you feel rising up inside you and just calling his name to give him his coffee feels absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you just gonna stare at the cup or give it to the customer?" The voice of your coworker, Jenna, rings in your ears and you look up at her, snapping out of the trance you were in.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."

"Everything alright?" She asks, and you nod.

"I'm fine, it's just... that's my neighbor." You nod your head towards where James is sat, in the corner by the window as he watches the raindrops run down the expanse of the glass.

"The one who doesn't let you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he'd take it too kindly if I tell him about that. He seems to have a lot on his own plate anyways," You explain, and she just nods.

"Well, that sucks, but you still need ta' give the guy his coffee." Jenna smiles and walks back to what she was doing before.

You gently slide out from your spot behind the counter and walk to his table.

"Here's your coffee, James. Enjoy, and- uh, let me know if you'd like anything else." You tell him while placing the steaming cup in front of him.

He murmurs a thank you that you barely catch, but you don't quite have the time to sit and wait for more of a reaction.

For the next several hours, James sits right where he was. He doesn't do anything in particular, either. He just watches outside, as the rain continues to pelt down on New York City, and as people come and go from where they were.

Eventually, about an hour left until close, you offer another cup of coffee.

"Do you want a refill? On the house." You ask gently, waiting to see if you'll get brushed off again.

"Uh... are you allowed to do stuff like that?" He asks, and you're a bit taken aback at the sudden concern.

"I don't think you should worry yourself too much, James. Free coffee's free coffee." You smile lightly, and grab the cup before filling it up without his confirmation. You could tell he wanted to say yes but didn't want to seem rude.

"You didn't have to..." He grumbles, and you simply shake your head.

"I know, but you've been here a while, and what kind of employee would I be if I let a customer sit here without any sustenance?" Your lips ply into a tiny smirk, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.

He seems so guarded, defensive. Like any moment, he's ready to run if need be, you inspect to yourself.

"You'd just be a regular employee, Y/N." He says, but the way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine; and you can't tell if it's a good or bad one.

You unconsciously look down at your name tag, pinned to your black apron that's branded with the café's logo.

"Well, I felt like being nice. I hope you can deal." Your voice comes out short, but he knows you mean no harm.

As you walk back to the counter, you see a small smile playing on his lips, but he doesn't allow it to manifest on his face. You take that as a small victory for your last hour of work.

(bucky's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The girl who works at this café is annoying.

But she's got a nice smile. And she's nice to me, Bucky thinks to himself.

He sips on the new coffee you'd just poured for him, without his consent, he thinks bitterly.

But it was a nice gesture.

Why can't you just take a nice gesture?

Because your brain's been scrambled eggs for 70 years. You don't know what to think about anything these days.

He watches you fiddle with the espresso maker, cleaning it with a rag, which you then dip into a bucket.

You look extremely familiar to him, but he can't exactly pin where he's seen you before.

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall where he'd seen you, but for a moment, he comes up with nothing.

Ever since he's been living back in the real world, he hasn't been outside too much.

He goes on the occasional walk, or goes to the tower to see Steve and Sam.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time in his Brooklyn apartment. He watches movies that Steve suggests, or he invites Steve and Sam over to have beer and watch TV with him.

He hates how lonely it gets, though.

Bucky wishes that he had someone.

Someone who could understand.

And don't get him wrong, he loves Sam and Steve. They fill in the gaps in his days, and they make them better.

Sometimes, thinking about having something to do that day is what makes it. He likes having something to do, something to plan for for when his friends come over.

But it feels like a teeny, tiny part of his life is missing. A person shaped-hole in his heart.

But Bucky doesn't spend too long thinking about it, or it'll send him into a spiral about failure and how he needs to 'push himself to get out there more.'

Or that's what his therapist says.

"Hey, we're about to close, and we usually throw the pastries out at the end of the day. Do you wanna take these home, by any chance?" Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of the impending slippery slope of his lack of love life.

He hesitates to answer for a second, looking at the brown paper bag pinched between your fingers.

Bucky can tell you were nervous when you spoke to him. He knew he made you uneasy, and it killed him inside.

He hated that. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. But everyone seems to know who he is.

Who he was.

"Uh, what is it?" He croaks, unsure of what to say at your gesture.

"It's a few cookies and a chocolate croissant."

"Sure, I'll take 'em." Bucky simply answers, watching as you hand the bag over with a soft smile and watches you walk back.

You sweep up the floor and put up all the chairs, except for the one Bucky's sitting on. You leave his table alone, and bid farewell to your coworker who was scheduled to close with you.

Bucky doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he gets up after he sees you walk out the door, and follows you home.

Damn, if you like a girl, you usually ask for her number or somethin'. Not follow her home to make sure she's safe, you idiot. Bucky's inner voice speaks and sometimes, he wishes it would just shut up because he knows he has no game nowadays, but this is all he knows to do.

He realizes the way you're walking is familiar, and not at all of the way he was supposed to be going. That made him feel a little better, less like a creep. He's about half a block behind you, and when you turn onto the same street he lives on, he's really confused.

Did you know he was behind you? Are you trying to play a trick on him?

But before Bucky can speak up or say something, you walk right past his building, and into the one right next to it.

All of a sudden, images of you right on the street in front of your buildings flash through his head. He's seen you because you're his neighbor. Bucky's seen you right there, getting ready to start your run through the neighborhood, or probably on your way to work, now that he's seen where you work.

But he feels like there's somewhere else he's seen you; somewhere familiar.

He shakes his head, wondering why he's so caught up in you. He thought you were beautiful, but he feels a pull to you that he's never felt with anyone else before.

Bucky's hands move to unlock his door, sliding the key in and twisting the lock open.

He enters, staring at his dark apartment. It's moments like this, when he spends a long day alone, that he wishes there was someone.

Someone to come home to, to hug, to kiss, to share dinner with.

Some to fall asleep with at night. Someone to keep the terrors of the dark away.

But there was no one.

And then his mind thought back to you. Your hair, your face, your warm hands that touched his while you passed him the brown paper bag of treats.

Bucky wishes he was man enough to ask you out. Not even that, just to talk to you. Have a normal conversation, to get to know you.

But that wasn't in the cards for him anytime soon, he thinks.

For now, he focuses on taking things one at a time. And right now, all he wanted was a nice, warm shower and to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

He's in his room, forgoing the lights for now, before he looks out his window.

For a moment, he believes his eyes are playing tricks on him.

There's absolutely no way that you are standing right there, right outside his window.

Well, in your own apartment, of course.

And there's absolutely no way in hell that Bucky is watching you undress right now.

As soon as you pull off your top, Bucky turns around before he could get more than a peek of your black lace bra, and he feels a burn in the pit of his stomach.

He can't tell if it's shame, guilt, or arousal.

(y/n's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't stop thinking about James all day.

After yesterday, you wondered why you couldn't shake this feeling about him.

He'd made it quite clear that he's not a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't a you person.

But again, you tried to not take things too personally these days.

Sometimes, you wondered, though, as you looked through your bedroom window to his some nights.

You imagined what it would be like, watching one of those movies with him at night. Making dinner with him. Having coffee in the mornings before work, wondering what he did for a living.

You chastise yourself for your thoughts, thinking that you were crazy for these ideas you were coming up with out of nowhere.

As you pull off your clothes to get ready for bed, you feel the same emptiness fill your heart when your head hits the pillow, and another day has gone by where you're all alone.

The next day, your shift was at ten in the morning so you were up early.

You took your time in rolling out of bed. The warmth of your duvet was holding you down, and you couldn't help take a peek out your window.

You see that the room facing yours is finally housing a body in the bed. In all the time you'd been living across him, you've only seen him on the floor.

You feel a warm flutter at that. Whatever reason led him to actually sleep in the bed last night was, you hope you played a role in it.

You make your way to the café, and although walking in the rain wasn't ideal, you made it, somehow.

You clock in and head to the register, ready to take the millions of orders that come in through the day.

"Hi- oh! Welcome back. What can I get you?" Your tone of voice made it clear you were surprised, but was trying to not let it show.

"Uhm, just the same as yesterday, and... Can I get a chocolate croissant?" Bucky's gruff voice tells you.

You ring him up, wondering if you should say something about him being your neighbor. Although, he didn't seem too keen on looking you in the eye right now, and you wonder if you did something to make him uncomfortable yet again.

He seems to have this issue quite often.

Little do you know, this time, it isn't because of you or anything you did.

Well, nothing you did on purpose.

Nothing you were aware of at the time.

Anyways, you tell James to go take a seat and that you'd be right out with his order.

"Here you go, James," you place the plate and mug on the table, and this time, when you hear him say something, you turn around with furrowed brows.

"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said." You apologize, waiting for him to repeat himself.

"I- nevermind, it was stupid anyways. You probably have to get back to work." He mumbles while looking back down at his pastry.

"James, whatever it is, you can tell me." You offer with a kind smile. "I can come sit with you during my break, if you don't mind?" A hopeful smile crosses your face.

"Uh, I- yes, yeah, that would be nice." He struggles for a moment, but finally nods his head in confirmation along with his words.

"Alright, James. I get off in an hour for my break." You simply tell him with a soft grin, and you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away.

The blush creeping up your cheeks also stays there until the remainder of your shift.

As you plop in the chair across from James, you inspect him for a moment.

He was attractive, you'll admit.

Okay, he was more than attractive.

"So, James, where are you from?" You ask, your own cup of coffee in front of you on the table.

"Well, I'm Brooklyn born 'nd raised. Never was a time I didn't live here. You?" His lip twitches, looking out the window fondly.

"That's nice. I moved here when I was nine, so I guess I've been here a while. But no matter where I go, there's nowhere like home." You smile.

"There really isn't, huh? This place is irreplaceable." He gives you a crack of another smile, and you find yourself yearning for more from him. Just a tooth, something.

"Well, do you live around here?" You ask, deciding to play coy. You wanted to see what he'd say.

"Uh, yeah, actually. Over on DeKalb and Clinton." He clears his throat, the hint of a smile on his face melting right off.

"Huh, that's so funny. I live on those streets too." You grin, waiting to see his reaction.

"O-Oh really?" James doesn't really know what to say without giving away that he knows where you fucking live.

"Yeah, isn't that funny? Which building?" You're pressing, and you know he knows, but you're having your fun right now.

"T-the uhm... I live in the Washington." He's now making zero eye contact with you, and you're close to breaking.

"What a coincidence! I live in the Oakley!" You're in a fit of giggles when his face drops, you just can't help it anymore.

"James, can I tell you something?" You ask in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah, I suppose you'll tell me even if I say no." He gives a tight smile as a joke.

"I don't wanna sound like a creep, but I knew you lived in the Washington."

"Oh," James releases a breath of relief, "thank God. I knew you lived in the Oakley, but I didn't wanna sound like a stalker either." He says.

You laugh, sliding a hand on top of his resting on the table.

"Y'know, you do this really annoying thing where you leave your movies running on full brightness on your TV, and I can see it through my windows at night." You laugh at the incredulity of the situation.

"Oh... I never even thought of that. I'm sorry, Y/N." He looks genuinely remorseful, and now you feel bad for any bad thought you've had about the man that lives across from you.

"It's alright. No big deal." Your smile does a good job of convincing Bucky that you truly weren't bothered by his actions, but he still felt bad.

"Y'know, maybe I could make it up to you?" He asks, and you feel a blush moving up your chest. "Like, maybe over dinner?" His voice is timid, you can tell by the way he tilts his head down while speaking.

"James," you slide your hand into his this time, your smaller one resting in his large metal one. "I'd love to go out with you sometime."

Before he could react, you stood up from the chair.

"My break's over, but I get off at 3." You lean down and pull a pen from your apron, scribbling your number onto a napkin. "Here."

You walk away before he could say anything, but there's something about him this time that you notice.

He's blushing, too. And he's smiling. A bright, white, blinding smile.

You think of that smile throughout your whole shift, until you see he's still waiting for you when it's time to go.

"So, do you like Chinese or Italian better?" He asks with a crooked smile.

bonus scene:

six months later

You and Bucky are laid across your bed, the TV blaring a movie that neither of you are paying attention to. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over both of his, and his hand running through your hair.

"You wanna know somethin' doll?" Bucky asks, and you feel his chest rumble under your head.

"Yeah, everything okay?" You ask while leaning up on your elbow to get a good look at him, trying to gauge his mood.

"Everything's okay, just remembered something." He laughs, his hand moving to hold your jaw in it. You shivered at the touch, but smiled fondly at the action.

"When I first saw you at the coffee shop, that first day when you gave the free coffee and pastries... I followed you home."

Your brows furrow and it's clear that you were confused as to why.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then it turned out that you lived right next to me. So I went up to my apartment and wondered what I'd done right in a past life to have you live right next to me, and then I saw you lived right across from me." His face was tipped upwards, like he was replaying that night in his head.

"You followed me home just to make sure I was safe?" You asked in disbelief that he did something so nice for you, when at the time you thought he hated you.

"Of course, sweetheart. It was dark out and there 're some real jerks out there, y'know." One corner of his mouth lifts up in a soft smirk. "Didn't want anything to happen to ya."

You lean down and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, appreciating his gesture.

"I really thought you didn't like me back then, so this is a nice little secret you've been hiding from me." You giggle when he pulls you back in for a real kiss.

"Yeah, well, I don't think I could'a hated you if I tried, baby. You're too sweet. And at the time, I was still getting used to being out in the open without being a national security threat." You both laugh lightly, dropping your head down.

A moment passes where you bask in his words, letting them soak in. And then a thought hits you, and you can't help but become more curious. Now you need to know the answer.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, hon." Now Bucky's brows are pulled together, and you reach up and smooth out the wrinkle with your thumb.

"Did you ever... see me doing anything in here? Like, I usually keep the curtains open, and even if they're closed, they're pretty see-through..." You trail off, giving him time to craft his response.

You have a feeling you know the answer, considering how he turns red like a tomato in an instant as words leave your lips.

"I... there was this one time, but I swear, I wasn't trying to peep on you or anything, it was the same day I followed you and I just so happened to look into your window, and you were getting undressed, but I swear, I turned away as soon as I saw what you were doing, baby-" He was rambling, trying to save himself from sounding like a complete creep after all he's just told you.

"Did you like it?" You ask, innocently, but he knew what you were trying to do.

"I-I- You were getting undressed, sweetheart, of course I liked it... are you kidding me?" Bucky's grasping for the words, trying to make you understand.

"Well... we could always recreate it, but maybe in the same apartment this time?" You cock your head to the side, your doe eyes stirring a feeling in his abdomen.

"I think that's an excellent idea, honey." Bucky's hands grasp your waist as you slide on top of his lap. "After all, I am a hands on learner."

fin. i hope you enjoyed!

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THE FUCKIN YANDERE GODS OMFG AWOOGA YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE FIC IS GOOD AS HELL!!!!

Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered

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Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."

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