#stalker mention

[magzrot]

people will say “ what the fuck no you don’t want a stalker its so horrible “ but i literally can’t get out of bed without the thought that someone is watching me , i see that as the only reason to do things and look decent . i talk to the darkness that is my room at night and address is as stalker in hopes someone is watching . i promise that yes , i do infact want a stalker

[spell-bloom]

Hi, Ashe! I love your new retexture of Newsea Lavender. I was looking for a style exactly like that lol. :D

Also you-know-who is clogging tags again, except she decided to up her tags to spam in and add in her political views for some reason. 🥴👍

She's ranting in the ask boxes of some blogs I follow again, too. Luckily she talks to herself on the posts from her socks and that makes mass blocking very easy- so here's some more usernames for your list:

@blue-orchid-98

@lavender-vanilla-cherry98

@friedenthusiastsandwich

@radical-popcorn

PLEASE do not communicate with this woman, this is obviously very fun for her.

She's been targeting several LGBT simmers on Tumblr while insisting she's been victimized. It's best just to block her and don't give her any attention.

(This is Pidge, I swapped my main and sideblog URLs. I'm so tired of being subjected to 'crazy cyberstalker' in gay dollhouse simulator 2004' community omg.)

it's kind of,,,, interesting that the third blog follows the person who INSISTED that I was an SA apologist because i dont care enough about palworld to hate it. (im literally vibing playing sims and oblivion)

i blocked the first two and last one when april fools started and the last on accidentally booped me. she was really trying me on the day of our lord :/ (or at least the final hours of sunday bc that was when the boops started rolling in)

i'm really just tired of all of this shit. of course i cant imagine what sam is going through and i dont go through even a fraction of what they have to deal with. it's just so taxing for everyone who got involved and are now forever roped in because they wanted to help a fellow sims 2 enjoyer.

i keep saying that im going to stop talking about it, but i dont think i can. some close friends of mine have gone through false accusations and stalkers before and i still harbour an intense amount of the concept of "shut the fuck up, you are wrong and you are willfully misinterpreting the truth". i still want to dig through every single accusation and give my own thoughts but there is nothing anyone gains from it. we're all so tired of seeing christy's new accounts pop up or get renamed

edit: we got a new one @/hypocrisy-destroyer

[jazzy-art-time]

I didn’t post about it on my mod blog because I didn’t want to dampen the spirits that everyone else was having but I’ll mention things.. briefly here before the year ends.

If you just follow me for art then you prolly wont know what I’m sayin!! Carry on soldier. I will post more art again soon, it’s just time for me to post a long text post that prolly 90% of the people here wont know wtf I’m on about!!

Putting under the cut to avoid long post/put that negative crap under wraps

This year was horrid for me. In many ways but.

The entire thing with the stalker/doxxer went.. a lot deeper than people realize it was. That’s due to me just not mentioning what happened directly but It wasn’t just hate and harassment and doxxing it was..

Abhorrent. I’ll spare the nitty gritty details, to be Frank idk what good it would do to mention it all.

But even so, I was not the best person this year due to this.

I became irrational and paranoid. I left places suddenly without a word (or was being told to and did so out of fear). I stopped talking to a lot of people and became more of a concept than a person to many. Got snappy and bitter a lot of the time as well. Just overall became afraid of everyone and didn’t trust anyone at all and it made me someone I didn’t want to be.

Regardless of the situation I was going through, I shouldn’t have acted in a lot of ways I did. I can play the “I was being abused so wehh it’s ok how I acted” card all I want but the reality is.. it wasn’t really cool of me. I’m a grown adult, I’ll own up to that.

And I know I caused a lot of people worry by my sudden disappearances or mood changes. I was too focused on trying to protect myself and those I cared about that I became a bit?? Of a prick. And honestly I feel like I caused more damaged trying to “protect” other people from the situation. Irony is a cruel mistress.

I let someone else get too much control over me and my actions and let them use my own mental illness against me and make me somewhat nasty.

But it wasn’t right of me, no matter the circumstance.

But it’s all over now! All over now… for now anyways. But I still have to look at the mess left in the wake of everything and try to reassemble what I can.

So, if you were someone who was effected by my irrational and erratic behavior.. I do apologize. Idk what real “good” me saying that does.. but I don’t want to just not say anything at all.

I’m not saying all this as a like NYEHEHE IVE APOLOGIZED AND NOW I EXPECT EVERYTHING TO RETURN TO NORMAL that’s not what’s happening trust me lol. This is just my own guilt welling up a bit and me chucking it out into the world for the time being

I’ve been drafting and deleting a post like this all week because I didn’t want to go into a new year just brushing everything aside. But kept wondering what good it would even do or who would even give a shit.

But. Here is this post! It exists, for now! Who knows I may wake up tomorrow and go WTF NO and delete outta paranoia. Idk!

All in all…

I’m going to spend 2024 trying to rebuild myself. I haven’t been.. myself in nearly 2 years due to everything (and IRL circumstances as well that I won’t get into).

I have a better support now. So that helps me and has been helping me get better again. Not just in recovery and help with legal things but like. Just emotionally keeping me in check lmao

So I hope in 2024, things will be better. If not for me, then for others at the very least.

I know this post was long and negative and repetitive, but if I spend too long revising it I’ll just delete it again.

Idk if anyone will actually read this but??? Shrugs. Oh well. If anything I’m being selfish and just posting this for my own personal “”closure”” if you will

Happy new years, see you all around.

[saltminerising]

anon who asked why we can’t move. i didn’t want to sound like i’m guilt tripping anyone, but i have a stalker. :/ they don’t 100% for sure know my fr, but they know an account i linked to my fr, so there’s a good chance they do. i don’t want to quit playing, but i don’t want to live with the possibility hanging over my head either. idk. i know the people who answered me genuinely didn’t know, but please don’t assume everyone wants to cheat the system

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Clyde and Mason Miserable

Tw: angst, stalker mention, comforted by whumper

[Masterlist]

Clyde heard the door open and bolted down the hall. His socks slid on the floor and he had to grab onto the corner of the wall to keep from falling over. Home? Was he home? Did Master find him? He was home, right?

It was Neal.

“Neal, thank god you’re here. I don’t-”

“M-Master? Did, did you….”

Mason turned and felt his heart fall. Clyde looked so heartbroken, eyes still red and jaw shaking. Poor thing was glancing back and forth from the man to the door, as if manifesting it open by pure will.

“No Clyde. Neal’s just here to help out for a bit.”

Clyde tried to swallow, tried to keep it together but failed completely. A sob broke out and he stumbled backwards, steadying himself on a wall. He had hoped so bad it was Rudy, that he was back, that he was there where he belonged but it wasn’t. The other boy was still missing and that fact destroyed Clyde everytime it crossed his mind.

“Bugs...” Mason said, walking over to him. Clyde fell into his arms, the old nickname just making him cry harder. “I know, I know you want him back. Fuck, I want him here, too. The police are looking, okay? They’re gonna find him. They’re gonna bring him back.”

He believed him, he would always believe his Master but that didn’t make the sharp pains in his chest go away. Clyde wrapped his arms around the man’s shoulders as tight as he could and cried into his neck. He might have overheard Mason quietly relay a message to Neal, but he didn’t have the state of mind to parse the words.

It had been such a long time that the other boy was there, with them. He was supposed to be there. Some part of his brain told him that there was nothing he could have done, but Clyde still felt like he was responsible for the younger pet. It was his job to keep an eye out for him most of the time. During the long days at home waiting for Master to come back it was his job to keep Rudy distracted, keep him calm if he panicked.

Mason wrapped Clyde’s legs around his waist to pick him up and bring him over to the couch. Eventually he just got too tired to continue crying, but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of Master’s shirt. What if he disappeared too? What if the moment that Clyde let go he would also be snatched away? Then Clyde would be so, so alone.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Mason said to Neal softly, rubbing circles onto his pet’s back. He took a deep breath and let it go, not wanting to cry in front of the boy. He needed him right now, needed to see him strong. But god, it was so hard. His thoughts were racing. Mason knew the pet industry inside and out. Knew the process, knew the methods - knew about the other side. Not all people were good people, and people that stole someone else’s pet was damned sure not to be a good person. He didn’t want to believe it, he fought against it, but Mason knew the darkness in some pet owners.

What was happening to him? He tried to convince himself of the best realistic option - pet traders? Holding Rudy until they could sell him under the table to another collector? The boy was cute enough, loveable, well behaved. He would fetch a good price, which means they would have to house him well - right? Mason told himself that he believed it. That the police would find Rudy scared and tired but safe and minimally taken care of.

But that wasn’t the picture that kept coming into his head. No, all he could think of were small cages and chains and the pictures of horrible banned muzzles he had seen. Rudy was far too delicate for those devices. The poor thing wasn’t accustomed to being struck or chained up. The thought of Rudy coming back with bruises on his wrists and face made Mason want to throw up.

He pressed his face into Clyde’s hair.

“God, I just want them to find him. I want him to be home. Who the fuck would even do this?”

“I am here to help with absolutely anything you need. I already ordered food and don’t even think of trying to pay me back,” Neal said, face laced with concern. Mason smiled tiredly.

“Thanks.”

Neal bit his lip, obviously thinking of something else.

“What? What is it?”

“You said you didn’t know who would do this-”

“What the fuck do you mean,” Mason interrupted, hugging Clyde closer, “Of course I don’t know…” Mason took a deep breath, trying to relax. He let his head fall back and swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry. I snapped at you and, fuck, sorry.”

The other man waved it away, understanding. “I get it. I was just thinking - you know that weird guy commenting on your stuff? On your stuff about Rudy?”

Mason sat up straight, head snapping to attention. No, there was no way. He grabbed for his phone, nearly knocking Clyde off his lap.

“C-comments about Rudy?” the pet asked, raising his head again. Mason shushed him quickly.

“Not now, Clyde. Shh.”

The boy shrunk back, retreating back to the place, the role, where he was obedient and safe. Mason flicked through his phone, looking at his most recent post that had been auto-scheduled for today.

No comment from the creep.

And that creep always made some sort of comment, always had a jab or a promise or something - especially now that Rudy wasn’t being shown at all. He sat back, scrolling and scrolling, searching for that stupid username.

Nothing.

He sat back, staring at Neal. “It was them.”

Neal shook his head wistfully, “Fucking creep. Can you tell the cops? That would help, right? They can like, do things with that?”

Mason tapped Clyde, getting him off his lap. He stood, calling the officer he met two days ago. “I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell going to tell them.”

~~

With a lack of any concrete things to do in this situation, they ended up just putting on a show. Episode after episode autoplayed, none of the people in the room able to repeat anything about the plot. Food came and they ate, Clyde with a little prompting but he did eat. Neal brought a bag to stay the night, which Mason was grateful for.

Clyde however, didn’t want to go upstairs. He lingered by the door.

“Master, can… can I stay down here? Just in case he comes home?” His voice was rough and tired. Mason sighed.

“No Clyde. Go upstairs.”

Biting his lip, Clyde conceded. Mason started up the stairs and paused once he noticed the boy wasn’t following. With a glance, he saw Clyde’s head turned to the door yet again, staring through the hard wood. He clicked once and the boy took a step forward without looking away, foot awkwardly kicking the stair. Mason sighed again.

He couldn’t even fault him.

“Come on,” he tried again, going over to the pet and guiding him by the shoulders upstairs.

Clyde went obediently until they got to their bedroom. He whined and pushed back, unwilling to go inside. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t stand to see Rudy’s bed empty and his side of the room clean. It was wrong. It was horrible.

Mason had to swallow thickly, inherently understanding the boy’s reluctance. He wouldn’t want to stay in there either.

And even if Clyde had, Mason wanted him close right now to stave off the fear that he would disappear, too.

“Okay, shh shh shh it’s okay. Come here - you’ll stay with me tonight.”

Clyde nodded quickly and took a hitched breath. “Thank you, Master.”

When they got to Mason’s room Clyde practically fell onto the bed and curled into the pillows. Mason hesitated, but decided not to make him change into sleeping clothes. The clothes he got for him - them, were soft enough to sleep in. He had gotten the clothes for them and Rudy was not gone.

Eventually, Mason shut off the light and climbed into the bed with him. Clyde rolled over immediately, grabbing onto Mason and pulling him close. The boy seemed too tired to cry anymore, butting his head into Mason’s chest and trying to hide there.

There, in the darkness with his remaining pet, Mason let himself cry.

~

Tagging @whumpingredroses @suspicious-whumping-egg @as-a-matter-of-whump @albino-whumpee

[aspendrawaw]

Hi, um, I started scrolling through your blog and saw an ask about your boys in "Phantom of the Opera." Me, being an avid Musical Fan. I'm popping in to ask, may I write this? Full credit will be given to you! I just want to ask first. HAPPY CREATING!

Hello!

It’s actually not my idea! (Not a big fan of Phantom of the Opera with the Phantom dude being kinda stalker-ish)

But it was actually the person who sent that ask that had that idea so it’ll be best to ask them!

[rouge-the-bat]

i. i looked through some discord history for timeframes of when i made that one "can u be racist against white ppl" post, bc since it was an anon i was responding to i was really anxious about it, so i mentioned it in my private friend discord server. i then shortly after mentioned that the anon was a mutual who talked with me about it and informed me of why the term doesnt apply against white people, even if some do have prejudices or whatnot. afterward i deleted the post.

anyways, according to the discord messages, i made the post at 5:18 am, and when i removed the post after talking with my mutual was at 5:45 am. thats 27 minutes. it was up for almost a half hour, and yet despite the fact that it got 0 reblogs, so it couldnt have been spread to circles outside my blog, a person that i have blocked for making a shit callout post on me still somehow saw it and screenshot it to spread around on said callout? originally i thought the timeframe was maybe like an hour or two, but this person seriously somehow grabbed screenshots of this post within the under half hour span of time it was up? this just makes me even more fucking uncomfortable, bc it feels even MORE stalkerish than i previously thought

[aj28gaming]

DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE GONNA BE SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 1 AND ONLY CHAPTER ONE, I HAVEN'T FINISHED THE FULL GAME YET AND MY OPINION MIGHT CHANGE BUT THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS SO FAR ON CHAPTER 1 AND HOW SOU ACTS

SO PLEASE DON'T SPOIL THE OTHER CHAPTERS

Am I the only one who actually likes Sou? Like yeah sure the guy is sketchy, but I get why he acts the way he does, especially when he got mad at everyone for ganging up on him and siding with Sara just cause they like her. Anyone would've been stressed if they got ganged up on even if they did it on purpose or not. And the way they defended Sara was also sorta biased so I get why he would get mad at all the hypocrisy and biases.

And even I understand that the reason he suspected Sara in the first place was because he misunderstand her relationship with her stalker, Kai.

And for some reason, Sara never resolves the misunderstanding which honestly pissed me off the entire time like CMON SARA, JUST TELL HIM KAI STALKS YOU WHICH COULD BE BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND IS OBSESSED WITH YOU

I'm not defending his other actions cuz of course what he did outside the trials are sketchy as fuck, but during the trial even I can admit the others were being unfair