#stalking mention tw

[andreaxweber]

closed starter: @alice--pallas

It was just supposed to be a bit of fun, that's all that was, at the start at least. The three of them had a good bit of luck at the start but soon the trio had decided to split up to cover more ground. That seemed to be the best plan, but Andrea was regretting their choice in costume, while they were covered, the snow was making the end of the dress wet and a bit heavy. "Next year, I'm wearing a pants." they grumbled to themselves as they continued on.

However, there was something in the back of their mind, surely they were just thinking that they were being followed, that it was probably one of the scare actors. They would stop walking and start walking again a few times and those times the footsteps would either stop and start. Their heart was beating out of their chest, thoughts filled their head, bad memories of their stalker they left behind. That's when a even worse thought filled their head, what if they found them again. They shook it off and made their way over to a gravestone.

The blonde knelt down in front of it, using their sleeve to wipe away the snow that had covered it. Their blood ran as cold as the snow as their eyes stayed on the name on the stone. It was their name, it was like something straight out of a Christmas Carol, that's when they let out a loud scream, unable to contain it any longer. The footsteps still filled their ears as they fumbled to their feet once more to even run, knowing it would be difficult in the dress. "Alice! Astarion! Somebody please help me help!" They cried out as they noticed something or someone out of the corner of their eye.

[roxxxihart]

— BASICS

Name: Roaxxane Hart (Roxi) Age / D.O.B.: 33/ 04.14.1992 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis woman, She/Her, Pansexual Hometown: Boston, Massachusetts Affiliation: Civilian Job position: Stripper @ Gentille Fille & Waitress Education: One year college Relationship status: Single Children: 0 Positive traits: (kindhearted, outgoing, ambitious, hardworking, loyal) Negative traits: (self-doubting, reckless, workaholic, slightly temperamental, stubborn)

— BIOGRAPHY

stalking tw, stalking mention tw, death mention tw

roxxane hart is the first born out of the two hart children, and she is the oldest. her younger sibling was born five years after her.

she comes from a background in which her family never had much to give, and she learned how to provide for herself at a young age. she helped raise her younger sibling, often left alone with them while their parents worked double shifts to maintain the household income.

roxxane's dad passed away from an illness when she was fifteen, which affected her family a lot. times were even harder in the hart household in terms of finances, so roxi began to work odd jobs to help bring in what little she could. she eventually did get a job at a local fast food fried fish hole in the wall type of joint as a cashier and server.

when she turned eighteen her boss at the fried fish place presented her an opportunity to work for someone who could pay her more than he could, someone how would be able to help her family's situation a little more. by the time she turned twenty-one the young roxxane went by roxi hart and she was quite talented in many ways, mostly she knew how to put on a great show.

the one thing she learned in her line of work was to never fall in love with a client. unfortunately, one client took her kindness as a sign that she wanted to advance to another level outside of their paid arrangements. he began to show up at the club she worked at so often that you could clock the time he would walk through the doors, but he wouldn't come on days she didn't work (some days when she picked up extra shifts she got lucky and didn't have to see him during that shift). little did she know he eventually began to follow her outside of the club too, popping up at the most random of places. eventually things got so bad, police were involved, her manager of many years fired her, and she had to leave the state entirely to be safe.

she quietly moved to queens, nyc. she still wires money to her mother so as to help with her medical bills and sends money to her younger sibling too for anything they might need. her job at gentille fille came thanks to meeting the right person and her boss that happened to be connected to this person somehow. she also picked up a part-time job as a waitress in a hole in the wall diner, saving whatever extra cash she can for the chance to live in a house one day.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

PROTECTOR OF SORTS: could be a good friend of hers she made when she first got into the city and now they have a protective type of friendship with one another. she feels protective of them because they are her first friend in the big city, helping guide her little by little, and why they are protective of her is utp.

ONE, TWO, FREDDY'S COMING FOR YOU: someone who might've done some digging, found out about her stalker situation, and is now using this against her. why they are blackmailing her is utp.

SHUT UP, SPARK UP: someone who likes to spark a blunt and talk about anything that comes to mind. from things as deep as the meaning of life all the way down to the silly things like what fruit would they live in if they could live in a fruit type of house.

[moonglowmuses]

mallick was not the most talented at expressing himself VERBALLY. his love language was acts of service. he preferred to DO things rather than talking about doing things but falling through. mallick knew that he needed to BACK OFF. that was apparent to him now, no matter how much it hurt to do so. mallick left the BAGS OF GROCERIES on brit's front step. he'd meant to go undetected, but she came outside and spotted him there. "oh... hey..." mallick said, clearly looking upset and sad. DEJECTED. "you weren't supposed to see me. i just wanted to bring you some groceries, but most of all... to tell you that you'll never see me again IF YOU DON'T WANT TO."

@daydrcamings

[cluster-b-culture-is]

Cluster B culture is cyberstalking someone because you need to know what kind of person you should be around them.

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[helldustedstories]

wow nevermind, i wasnt trying to be weird just trying to compliment you but i take back my compliment

youre not like stolas at all and you should write stella instead since youre identical to her, a rude uppity bitch. learn to take compliments and dont assume its meant in an weird way

its no surprise you only write with the same 4 people bc youre rude and uppity and your writing might be good but its only purple prose

oh and you dont want to make other people feel bad but your always bragging and being uppity

enjoy your day i guess stella lmao

Again, normally I just delete this sort of thing and move on, especially because I don't like feeding into any sort of "drama." But at this point, this is about more than just me. This is about boundaries.

Unfortunately, I am forced to do this publicly because by choosing to continue to contact me anonymously, I have absolutely no way of having any sort of nuanced discussion with you about why the messages you've been sending me have not been okay and have crossed my boundaries several times over.

You don't know my history or what I've experienced. I don't owe you anything. But because we're doing this, I guess it's time to pull out that history and to explain to you exactly why what you did wasn't okay, especially this last message.

I have been stalked on tumblr before. It started out very similar to your first message, which I do still have saved, seeming very positive and encouraging, but it made me uncomfortable. So when I didn't answer, I got another message, this time asking to see a picture of me. I am normally fine with sharing pictures for munday sometimes, or if I feel like I'm rocking a particular look, but having someone I don't know on the internet blatantly asking, even if it is couched in another 'compliment' is wildly uncomfortable.

Again, I understand that neither of those things were malicious and were even likely well-intentioned, but respecting people's privacy online is something that is important. And when I didn't answer either of the first asks, that should have been your cue to let it go. I even turned anon off for a while because the first two made me uncomfortable.

I ended up turning it back on and got another ask, and this one felt even more bait-y than the first two. Protip: if you start a sentence with "no offense," what comes after it is usually going to be offensive. If you also have to add that something can be seen 'in a good way,' then you are acknowledging that it can also be seen in a bad way, and continuing to push that on someone else is probably not the best idea.

And when the majority of the messages go "compliment by putting other people down - actual thesis of the ask, trying to push your own thoughts onto others - other compliment putting other people down," it doesn't actually feel very much like a sincere compliment anyway. It feels like a way to continue to push your own thoughts and feelings on other people by dressing it up as though you're complimenting them.

I also have deep-seated trauma when it comes to random, unsolicited praise from people I don't know, especially when it's worded in the way that you did. Is it something I've been working on? Yes, absolutely. But telling me "learn to take a compliment" is a deeply triggering phrase, so congratulations, you're getting this whole rant instead of me just deleting and moving on.

What you said to me was not a compliment. If you have to put other people down to build someone else up, that's not helping anyone.

You sure seem to know a lot about what I post and who I write with. If you wanted to write with me and didn't get the chance, for that I am sorry. But it would have been much better if you had approached me either by sending me an ask with your actual URL or sending me an IM. I'm always happy to write with more people, but it's a two-way street. I do my best to reach out to people, to send memes, write open starters, etc, but if people don't reach back out to me, I can't exactly force anyone to interact with me.

Also, to all of your other points, part of the reason I write Stolas so well is because I've been where he is. Not exactly, not entirely, but I've been in an abusive relationship was for years. Kept going back to them despite everything because I didn't think anyone else would ever want me. Wrecked havoc on my self-esteem and my ability to form normal relationships with other people.

So sure, you can call me Stella all you want, say I'm an "uppity bitch," but I'd honestly love to see what you're referring to. I have done everything in my power to be as calm and level-headed as possible, and the only reason I am currently addressing this at all is because it has now become harassment.

If you have something you want to say to me, you are still welcome to send me an ask as yourself or IM me, and I'll be more than happy to have an actual discussion. But otherwise, please leave me alone. Please don't do this to someone else, either. You don't know their history and what might send them spiraling. If you want to send someone an anonymous compliment or try to brighten someone's day by telling them they're doing something well, then stop with that part. Make it specific, not just a generalization. If you like someone's headcanons, tell them that; if you like the graphics they edit, mention that. But don't use sending a compliment as an excuse to push your own agenda on other people, and if they don't reply, leave them alone.

[spellbcok]

@tragcdysewn asked: [ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing (sabrina and davina)

“one way or another, i’m gonna find ya… i’m gonna get ya...” the words of blondie could be heard as it flowed through the speaker above and softly spoken-sang under sabrina’s breath while browsing the shelves before her. hearing davina’s humming along, she looked up at them and cracked a smile. “you ever noticed how songs with the most stalkery lyrics are the best to sing along to?”

[itwcsmcroon]

“What’s your favourite scary movie?” (marta/Jill) @demongemz

it was unexpected to a lot of people that not only was halloween marta's favorite holiday, but that she loved horror movies, especially during this time of the year and every genre from camp to the classics and yes, even the occasional gore. if she didn't have a strong stomach, she wouldn't have become a doctor, after all. she just couldn't lie. she thought over the question for a moment before deciding with a nod. "probably nightmare on elm street. the original... not the remake. a villain that stalks you in your sleep? truly a terrifying concept." she decided. "and yours?"

[antonymphdraws]

Claire Globin, daughter of the Plasm Wraith:

TW: Mentions of stalking and obsessive behavior below, yup she's one of those characters...

Claire Globin Daughter of The Plasm Wraith

Parent

The Plasm Wraith

Age

16

Killer Style

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to hues of gold, as well as cubic patterns.

Freaky Flaw

I’ve been told I’m crazy, even overly obsessed.

Pet

While I do have a massive collection of bugs and assorted vermin, my favorite is my Bulbmin, Paris.

Favorite Activity

I enjoy trying to get to know my peers by any means necessary. Even if it means watching them when they’re unaware.

Pet Peeve

Separation. Doesn’t matter if it’s through restraining orders, force, family trips, or worse of all; being taken away from me!

Favorite Subject

I very much enjoy biteology. Especially when it’s dissection day!

Least Favorite Subject

Monster Psychology. The professor almost always tries to refer me to a therapist, and insists that something is “wrong” with the way I act.

Favorite Color

Gold

Favorite Food

I love fruit salad. The blend of the flavors is simply divine.

Friends

Unfortunately, every creature at this school fears me, including my own flesh and blood. One day though, someone will understand me…

Abilities

Shapeshifting

As the daughter of the Plasm Wraith, Claire can alter her body in numerous ways, including taking on the forms of other people. However, she can’t copy voices or the other person’s eye color, meaning her disguises can be busted quite easily.

Skillset

Collecting

Claire has a knack for collecting vermin and insects

Personality

Claire can charitably be described as creepy. More honestly, she is extremely unstable and obsessive. It’s to the point where her own cousin is afraid of her. Claire is persistent and will go to great lengths to befriend those that catch her eye and act very aggressively should her person of affection be harmed, insulted, or “taken away” from her. If there’s one redeeming quality she does have, it’s that she is caring towards her cousin and those she’s fond of (even if, especially for the latter it’s a smothering and obsessive degree.), but that’s it.

Trivia/Additional Information

Claire’s headcanon voice is Stephanie Sheh, who voices Tharja from Fire Emblem Awakening.

Her birthday is July 3rd, coming from both the release date of Pikmin 3 and that it’s the third game. This (fittingly) makes her a Cancer.

Claire has 16 restraining orders against her from her kindergarten classmates and teacher. Claire is the cousin of Brooke Vapor, daughter of the Water Wraith.

[poisnpnt]

Dynamics! For Nate, Marlon and why not, Nancy too.

For Nate; I wouldn't mind going for a Mentor/Trainer kinda of relationship! I love Hayato being a mentor someone can look up to and have a good chat with! Friends for sure! Maybe even besties!! Could see them grabbing lunch with each other every so often! For Marlon; I will say friends for now! I would love for them to develop something like getting a drink or something kind of friend! (Maaaaaybe something more???? :eyes: if things go well!!) For Nancy, def a complicated relationship. She needs help and while Hayato is giving her that said help she WAS the enemy (AND STALKED HIM SO) and he isn't sure fully on what to feel about her ya know? But maybe he will pull around and maybe they can be make up to each other and patch things in the future?

[phantomuheist]

@galaxythixf said: “Let me guess - you need something.” - Futaba

𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | No longer accepting

"Right. I need you to help me expose an ex's secrets. The client is a girl from Kosei high who claims that her ex boyfriend is stalking her. His name is Tetsuya Amami." He explained with a serious tone, arms crossed over his chest. "He's a tech wizard or so they call him... so I thought I'd ask the real expert of our group. He has a lot of social accounts. It should be enough to dig something up." Akira surmised.

"So... are you in?" He had quite a good amount of info, and the more he got, the merrier. Plus, he had faith in Futaba's abilities.

[andreaxweber]

Worst nightmare (Self para)

She couldn't believe that something like it was right out of the movies she would spend her alone time watching. She would continue to kick and scream as she was shoved in to the passenger seat of the car. Whoever had taken her had thought about everything and put the safety locks on so she couldn't get out.

Her kidnapper got in the car just moments after pushing her in, speeding away from the area and letting a laugh escape their mouths. That's when her eyes widened with realisation, her whole body was filling with fear as she watched the driver taking off the mask they had been wearing. "No, it can't be." She whispered,catching a glimpse of their face from the corner of her eye. "Long time Andrea, oh I have been waiting for this day for so a while now. Not even the sea and continents can keep us apart."

She really was living in a nightmare, she had spent so long thinking she had gotten free from her stalker, yet now the two of them were together in a car going god knows where. She had to get out, but with the doors locked, there really wasn't that many options. "You're not going to get away with this." She hissed, only got a laugh in return. "Nobody will know where we are gone, we can finally be alone." Their laugh was annoying the hell out of her, angering her in a way that she didn't really think about what she was doing.

"Like hell we will be alone!" She cried out, leaning over in her seat and grabbing on to the steering wheel. "What are you doing!" Was all that she heard as she swerved the car on the road until it lost control. "Getting myself out of this by any means!" She replied as she drove right in to the nearest thing that she could, crashing the car. Thankfully she had moved back in time to get the airbag, but she wasn't without injury. She leaned up and looked over, seeing their stalker, slumped over the wheel. She didn't want to wait around for them to wait, so quickly fumbled with the door, feeling something running down her face, probably blood from the smashed glass.

She managed to get the door open with some effort, she winced in pain as she stumbled away from the car. She made sure to crash the car not far from the road, she couldn't see much but a figure standing in the way of headlights. She continued to walk towards them, smiling once she realised who it was, slumping in to their arms in relief.

[beauthief]

@foxborn said: ❛  you don’t look so good.  ❜ Princess Bride Starters

When Haru came into the cafe today there was no polite bow or friendly hello cast Remy's way, not even so much as a gentle smile. Today she entered the cafe with a far off look in her eyes, her face ashen and movements on autopilot. She made her way not to her usual seat at the counter but to a booth in the back of the cafe, far from the windows or line of sight of anyone else who might come in. When she ordered her usual black coffee her voice was monotone and quieter then normal, were the cafe not as quiet as it typically was her order would have gone unheard. As she waited for her order she didn't take anything out to work on nor go looking for her favorite of the cats that resided in the cafe. When the cats came to her wondering why she had not greeted them she jumped in surprise as though she hadn't expected them. She stared at them with a bewildered expression for a moment before letting out a shaky breath and rubbing the head of the black cat that sat before her. When Remy returned her gaze was glazed over again suggesting she wasn't as present as she seemed but at least she looked at him this time. She gave him a brief smile as she took her coffee only for the smile to fade once more.

"Hm?" She hums not entirely processing he was speaking to her. It's only when the question fully processes that she begins to realize where she has auto piloted herself too. In a way she knew she was at the Cat Cafe the entire time but only now was she consciously aware of it.

"I don't?" She glances to her reflection in the spoon next to the coffee cup to ascertain that he was correct. She did not look well. She sighs taking her hands from the teacup and running them through her curls. "I apologize. I... I thought I saw someone I knew is all."

But she couldn't have. He wouldn't have followed her so far, right? Or perhaps he would. He only saw her as his after all. Still though he was a thousand miles away, back in Japan, far far out of Haru's life now. Yet those miles didn't mean much in these days did they? Not with planes, boats, cars, the internet, cell phones... Oh there were so many ways for him to remain in her life wasn't there? No matter how far she ran. The realization hits her like a truck but she knows she can't react to it now. Not in public, not where others can worry for her. This was her problem to bare not anyone else's.

She takes a deep breath in and lets it out again attempting to calm herself. "I'm sorry. It's nothing, really. I think I'm just overthinking."

[spellbcok]

a closed starter for lee yeon ( @youllalwaysbemyporcelain )

"how can you smile and have a good time?" yuri demanded, cornering the gumiho once he was alone. she'd been watching him all night. it was different than her usual surveillance. all night she watched and seethed. every smile and laugh had her physically ache for lee rang. "when rang is dead, you can still go about as normal?" her blue eyes stayed on him, focused on his reaction. she still had hope it wasn't true, and his response would be all the verification she'd need.

[untoldstar]

yandere! married couple x fem reader

I like the idea of a yandere! married couple

Both in an arranged marriage, their lives completely consumed by their jobs, barely exchanging a few words a day. Sometimes when things got real busy and travel was involved they’d go an entire week or more without talking.

They don’t meddle in each others lives, the deal was they get married and then each of them can live their separate lives. So it’s safe to say that the wife wasn’t surprised when she started seeing the signs. Feminine perfume, dark red blotches on her husbands neck, a new excited gleam in his eyes she’s never seen before.

He’d fallen in love.

Not surprising. But it stings nonetheless. It’s just a reminder of their tragic reality. A loveless marriage out of convenience.

Her husband was a stoic workaholic, things like love, attraction and sex didn’t interest him. For fucks sake if he just wanted to fuck he had a woman who was literally his wife for that, and it would be a mutual understanding between the both of them. Just sex. Making the best of it since they’re married.

But no.

He wasn’t even ever really interested.

And even though that leaves a bitter pit in her chest curiosity bloomed nonetheless. What type of person could’ve caught his attention? She decided you must be special.

And it turns out you were.

She did her research and figured out everything about you. She feels terrible for it but she resorted to following you around in her car. Just to see how her husband behaved around you! To see him in a different light.

To see how it could have been with her had circumstances been slightly different.

She would observe you. How you had that youthful glow about you, a smile that made everyone swoon, a nice laugh that made his eyes twinkle and bite back his own smile. She’d never seen him smile like that. And she had no problem admitting you had an attractive body.

She gets it.

She gets why he fell for you.

She continues watching the both of you almost in awe. She felt like she was watching a romance movie. Eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of you, noting the different reactions you bring out of each other, how you gaze into each others eyes with that love sick look on your faces. As time went by her focus started to be directed more towards you..

Your laugh

Your smile

Your hair

Your eyes

Noting every single detail. She couldn’t get her eyes off of you.

She also couldn’t help but notice a black car that tailed you constantly and a certain clad in black man who watches you while speaking into his earpieces. She recognized both the man and the car to belong to her husband.

Oh god..

He was obsessed with you.

He was watching you all the time.

As was she.

At first she understood why he fell for you. Now, she really gets it. Because she had too. She’s falling into the same obsessive pit he fell into.

And now it’s only a matter of time before they butt heads over you.

She gulps down the last of her drink in her hand, head thrown back and eyes closed as she relaxes further into the soft cushioned chair in the dim living room, the only sounds are the crackling of the fire place and the occasional clink of her nails tapping on the glass.

A small soft smile pulls at her lips as your face flashes behind her eyelids.

Who would’ve thought this is how she would end up meeting you..

Maybe this miserable marriage was destiny’s way of bringing you two together.

Even if it was her husband who found you first. Before she can dwell on that thought longer she’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening and closing.

Speak of the devil..

His fancy dress shoes click against the marble floors until he’s right in front of her.

She lifts her head slightly to meet his glowering figure, deep dark eyes burning with such intensity she could almost see the fire behind them.

She offers a strained smile “Welcome home.” He’s silent for a few seconds, eyes darting over her face almost in a calculative manner “Stay away from her.” His deep voice comes out in a command. He doesn’t offer any more details and he doesn’t need to. They are both well aware of the situation they’re in “I’m afraid I can’t do that.” His gaze hardens “That’s your choice then. And I’ve just made mine.” A spike of panic pierces through her chest but she doesn’t show it. Desperately pushing down that fear that starts sprouting inside her. Her husband is powerful and he will take out the necessary people if they’re standing in his way.

And she’s in his way.

She’s not really surprised he’d go to that length for you. She schools her face into that of indifference as though what she’s about to propose isn’t a gamble that could either save her in more ways then one or end up being her demise “How about..we come to a mutually beneficial agreement?”

If that’s what got them married in the first place why shouldn’t it work now?

[spellbcok]

@tragcdysewn sent: TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. — sabrina and davina.

sabrina hadn’t meant to go full stalker. the young witch started to follow davina with the intention of catching up and talking to her. then the other would stop somewhere or talk to someone, and sabrina would wait and fall behind. it was an ill-conceived plan, but brina was already this deep into it and too stubborn to retreat now. she looked up after another pause, but to her surprise there was no davina in sight. her hazel eyes scanned the area before puffing out a breath in defeat. maybe next time, she decided and turned back, nearly colliding with the very person she'd been seeking. "oh my sa—" she stopped short of saying satan like she'd strangely been doing recently. instead she continued with, "where'd you come from?"

[quiteburied]

         she   felt   her   shoulders   fall.   she   knew   he   would   get   stuck   on   her   words.   blake   shouldn't   have   said   anything.   but   now   she   can't   tell   him   to   not   worry   about   it   because   she   knew   he   would   from   this   moment   until   he   got   out.   “   uh...   well,   it   starts   with   my   sister   dating   this   guy,   ”   she   adjusted   the   phone   against   her   ear,   feeling   discomfort   in   regards   to   speaking   about   her   ex's   existence.   “   i   never   actually   met   him   though.   you   see,   we   were   living   in   different   states   at   the   time.   but   we'd   constantly   facetime   and   call   each   other   which   is   important   to   the   story,   ”   she   explained,   locking   eyes   with   silas.   she   wished   they   were   anywhere   but   there.   “   so,   i   ran   into   this   guy   at   a   bookstore.   we   really   connected   on   things   and   we   exchanged   numbers   thinking   it   was   ”meant   to   be"   or   whatever.   we   started   dating   long   distance,   but   i   found   out   through   a   photograph   on   fucking   instagram   that   he's   actually   my   sister's   ex-boyfriend.   this   man   had   seen   me   and   what   i   looked   like   through   facetime   and   decided   to   hunt   me   down.   he   stalked   me   and   put   me   in   this   fucked   up   plexiglass   cage.   i   barely   managed   to   escape   and   i've   basically   been   running   from   him   ever   since."   blake   could   feel   tears   of   anger   begin   to   form   in   her   eyes,   quickly   swiping   at   them   so   he   wouldn't   see.   but   she   knew   he   did.

his eyes flashed to her hand, then back to her eyes. he couldn't stay angry at her. it wasn't even ANGER, it was pure fueled jealousy and he knows it. it was hard to avoid without being able to actually be with her. as she continued to listen uninterrupted, his demeanor hardened. for what he did to me. those words hung HEAVY in the conversation. silas was beginning to see red. he let her finish first, but that resentment for whoever the fuck this was about was beginning to fester. and he didn't even know what it was yet. all he knew was blake was his girl. and NOBODY fucks with his girl. "what did he do." he asked, though it came out more like a command than a question.