Trashfire Adam Kovic & Ryan Haywood (The Dead Pixel / Koko / Pikovic, and James Ryan Haywoood / Iron Ryan / The Mad King / Vagabond) - Rooster Teeth associates who've sent horrifying nudes behind their families' backs in what looks like a gay catfish

[Wingnut]

I wonder if all of his current accusers could be on one elevator at the same time without violating its weight limit.

There may be one:

 

[Crinoids]

DAY 11 LMAO. What's sadder, this woman at 32? or Ryan for going after someone this fat because he knows they're insecure?



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You're missing accuser #7

Spoiler: ftfy

I've attached my .xcf file for the calendar in case anyone wants it.

 

[Roccosmoderndeath1]

We have genuinely gotten to the point where not even in this thread can we decide what number we are on. I have read every post and I keep mixing them all up. We officially need an excel spreadsheet to track a man's affairs.

 

[Druveer]

RT jumped on the podcasting trend and have like 4 or 5 now... Trevor and Alfredo have one....

Red Web dives into the Internet's most intriguing mysteries, conspiracies, and supernatural events. With an appetite for the unknown, Trevor Collins and his co-host Alfredo Diaz analyze various unsolved incidents.

I know of a pretty intriguing mystery.... wonder if they'll look into it....

 

[TheStabident]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't he use this same twitch channel to raise money for charity? I know he did several charity streams, just not sure what account he used. If it was from his personal twitch account, I wonder how well the dates for those streams line up with him having hundreds of dollars to blow on hotel and airfare for his various "connections". I'm thinking if he never posted proof of his donations, none of those charity organizations saw a cent.

He did do some charity streams. What seems like a million pages ago, I talked about how I did a little bit of looking. He's done charity streams for the American Cancer Society and for ExtraLife.

 

[haurchefant]

https://archive.md/dT8Y4

NEW ACCUSER ALERT! Victim #8 comes forward with receipts. Warning, extremely long spoiler.
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Spoiler

Okay. Let’s do this.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to write this. I’ve been grappling quite a bit with the idea of not
fitting the “demographic” of Ryan Haywood’s various victims. I’m older, first of all. I’m 32. And
secondly- I’m married.
Since all of this has started coming out, I’ve had this fear. I’m older. I should have understood. I
should have known what was happening to me and I could have stopped it at any point.
Should’ve known better. Could’ve said no. Shouldn’t have been starstruck by- honestly- a D List
Internet Celebrity, at best.
I was 30 in November of 2018. I’d been struggling to come to terms with the idea of being
polyamorous. My husband and I had made a few cracks about finding another girlfriend but I
was afraid to label myself as polyam for a long, long time. I found out later that Ryan had
mentioned to someone else that I was in an “open relationship” which was not entirely the case.
Maybe that was on me. Maybe I hadn’t been clear that November when we spent an entire
weekend talking nonstop and I confided in him that I was struggling to figure out how to apply
that term to myself and came out to him about it. I’d mentioned I hadn’t even been comfortable
using it when speaking to my husband at that point, so I think that may have been a catalyst for
him to mention his personal marital problems.
If you’ve read any of the other stories, you probably know what he told me. I don’t think I need to
elaborate any more on how he blamed his flirtatiousness, or forwardness, on his wife’s reluctant
intimacy. It just feels wrong to keep talking about that. So I would like to clarify something at this
moment: I did not assume Ryan’s relationship itself was open. I...had foolishly hoped that it was.
When you yourself are a certain type of person, you selfishly hope that others are as well. I
never asked because I was afraid to and only found out for sure that it wasn’t later on. We
talked about him and his wife possibly going to therapy. I tried to give advice as far as him
sitting down with her and having a real discussion about their lack of intimacy. This man that I
looked up to, that I admired, felt trapped and wanted intimacy. I felt bad for him.
I know now that was what he wanted me to feel.
We spent the whole weekend after Thanksgiving chatting. He told me I could tell him to stop
flirting if I was not comfortable with it. I told him it was fine. I felt weird since I had yet to discuss
this with my husband but this was new and exciting and I liked Ryan. I thought we were going to
be friends.
Obviously we were never going to be friends. He called me his friend. Four months ago, when I
approached him about where we stood, what kind of a relationship we could even call it, he said
we were friends. I brought this up to him as recently as last weekend when he claimed that “no
one told me how they felt.” I did. I did many times. And I think others did too. He never wanted
to hear any of us until we started speaking out.
We flirted pretty heavily throughout the end of the year. I asked if I was the only girl at the time,
and he said that while he’d done this with other girls, yes, I was currently the only one. He didn’t
have the “capacity” to flirt with multiple girls at once. But I was beginning to feel pretty fucking
horrible about it come December. I expressed this to him multiple times- the guilt and shame I
could feel starting to build up over it. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. He tried so hard to
keep us all alone and in the dark. Even in some of my darkest moments, he said he hoped that
no matter what happened, I could keep this quiet.
I asked him once if he thought I was a bad person. He said not any more bad than he was. At
the time, I felt comforted by it. Now, it fucking hurts like hell. I thought I was helping this person I
trusted find an outlet for something he needed and wasn’t getting. And it was addictive, and fun,
even when I had my doubts.
Let’s get a more concise timeline going.
November 2018 is when this started to spiral. The photos, some that were tame, some of him
shirtless (still tame, but with more intent). The flirting.
December 2018 I had very serious thoughts about committing suicide. I was keeping this deep,
dark secret from so many people I loved. I had heard rumors that someone was spreading
about one of the other girls, approached him about it, and he lied. Not for the first time and
absolutely not for the last time. I found out for certain later that month that I was not the only girl
he was fucking around with and had a breakdown. But I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
January 2019 he offered to fly me out to Austin to have sex. I finally talked to my husband about
it. He said I could do it. I had sorted my end out- I tried to separate my issues from Ryan’s.
February 2019 I went on my trip. He came to my hotel a couple times. We’d have sex, hang out
a bit, and then he’d leave. Once I’d returned from my trip, he ghosted me. It was 2-3 weeks of
radio silence. I felt horrible and disgusting. What had happened that suddenly I was no longer
worth talking to? Weren’t we friends? This person had given me confidence in myself, had given
me the attention that I’d craved from someone just like him, and then had the gall to rip it out of
my hands? I started going to therapy. I lost myself somewhere along the way, lost pieces of
myself to Ryan, and I needed some semblance of stability.
March 2019 we started talking again, more sporadically than before. I started planning a trip to
Austin in May for my birthday. I was learning to be okay with the breaks in communication. It
had gone from daily to weekly in 4 months but I would take what I could get.
May 2019 I went back to Austin. We’d discussed the possibility of meeting up. He’d just had a
loss in his family so the timing was bad; it was up in the air. He worked it out eventually and
came over after work one day.
Skip to July 2019. He had a hotel for RTX and I went over there one night. Same as before- had
sex, hung out, left. I have some photos but they’re not very incriminating and I know they will get
questioned. One is of me in the hotel room with his bag behind me and another is of his
nightstand with his wedding band and a pin that someone had given him that day on it.
There was more random communication between this. Whenever he felt like reaching out. It
sucked. I was desperate and needy. I wanted his attention. He didn’t want to give it. He was
tiring of me and wouldn’t admit it but I could feel it. I’d gained weight over this timeframe and felt
worse about myself than ever before. He’d gone from calling me beautiful to ignoring every
advance I made- and I did make them, I wanted to feel special again- and telling me he wasn’t
flirting with anyone and hadn’t been for a while (an excuse that ran its face into the wall over
and over again in 2020 too).
October 2019 was the last time I saw him. I was in town for ACL. I stayed with a friend for half
the time and got a hotel near his work for the rest of the trip. He came over once in the morning
and left almost right afterward. While he was there, I expressed to his face that I liked the
attention and hated that he felt like he could take it away. He said he was sorry. I knew he
wasn’t.
We sexted a bit during this whole time but not very much. Maybe a few times. Everything was
consensual. I continued to poke and prod in 2020 with the desire for attention. I once again told
Ryan how he was making me feel and how much it hurt. He once again gave me a half-assed
apology and proceeded to tell me he didn’t like to get very deep on the “feelings” scale. I didn’t
want feelings. I wanted to be heard, as his “friend.”
I’d also approached him a few times about other girls I thought he may have been flirting with
and once again was lied to with the same excuses as before. He was slowing down in his old
age, according to him. Then we stopped talking for 3-4 months. Until all of this started. I reacted
to him with sympathy; I didn’t want his life to be ruined any more than my own. I’ve already
posted a few of those screenshots. I didn’t get harassed to the extent as the other girls did. But
he told me he’d just started learning about “power imbalances” which turned out to be a
bald-faced lie considering he’d told another girl long before this that he was aware there was a
power imbalance between them. He has previously also suggested that just because I am older
than the other girls, I knew what I was getting into, insinuating that I did not really need any
apologies from him for him taking advantage of his power over me as someone who admired
him.
Nonetheless, there will likely never be a point where I am not sorry for my part in this. He is at
fault but I will never, ever not be sorry. I’m sorry to Achievement Hunter, who I love, and loved
volunteering for, and my team there that I feel like I betrayed. I’m sorry to this community, that
has given me everything. I’m sorry to my friends, many of whom had to keep secrets for me for
years. I’m sorry to a family that is now in pieces. I’m sorry to my husband, for getting caught up
in the excitement of something, and forgoing details.
I’m not fucking sorry to Ryan Haywood. I’m not sorry to the man that told lie on top of lie on top
of lie. I’m not fucking sorry to the monster that brushed me aside when he was tired of me and
made me look, and feel, desperate, and needy. I’m not sorry to this desperate animal that hurt
so many girls and then dared to tell them not to tell their fucking stories.
“Not any more bad a person than I am.” I’m a thousand fucking times better than you could ever
hope to be. And stronger every day.

lmao I love how this woman slowly started to realize she was feeling guilty for cheating on her husband but has used this whole thing as a reason to hide from her own culpability from this whole thing. there was a brief moment at the beginning where she admitted she acted like a dumb whore but then by the end she makes it Ryan's fault that she got fat and unfuckable. and she still doesn't understand that open marriages are just a cheaper alternative to divorce.

It's actually kind of funny that Ryan was able to knock this dumb fat fuck's self esteem down so easily. the lesson I'm gathering from this is that if you're flirting with someone, don't get too invested in your text/chat room communications, it's so easy to overhype your connection.

 

[TheStabident]

We have genuinely gotten to the point where not even in this thread can we decide what number we are on. I have read every post and I keep mixing them all up. We officially need an excel spreadsheet to track a man's affairs.

Ask and ye shall receive

Edit so @Null can see this and possibly add it to the original post.

 

[Mason Verger]

You all keep talking about how many accusers are going to come up, and not one person has bet on how many pregnancies have resulted from this douchebag who insists on fucking bareback. Got to be at least one somewhere.

It’s been touched upon, but the prevailing theory was had a vasectomy. Just seems like too a huge risk to creampie virginal superfans without a backup plan. Now with new info that he’s one ball short of pair, he might be shooting blanks either way.

 

[Bad Take Crucifier]

Ask and ye shall receive

It's on fire

 

[Mason Verger]

If his wife hasn’t left him at this point, she’s possibly the biggest lolcow of this entire, disgusting, spectacular mess.

 

[ApologeticNewbie]

Nothing as big juicy as it has been though.

Based on what we know about his type, I think that’s exactly what they’ll be.

 

[Bubbly Sink]

https://archive.md/dT8Y4

NEW ACCUSER ALERT! Victim #8 comes forward with receipts. Warning, extremely long spoiler.
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Spoiler

Okay. Let’s do this.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to write this. I’ve been grappling quite a bit with the idea of not
fitting the “demographic” of Ryan Haywood’s various victims. I’m older, first of all. I’m 32. And
secondly- I’m married.
Since all of this has started coming out, I’ve had this fear. I’m older. I should have understood. I
should have known what was happening to me and I could have stopped it at any point.
Should’ve known better. Could’ve said no. Shouldn’t have been starstruck by- honestly- a D List
Internet Celebrity, at best.
I was 30 in November of 2018. I’d been struggling to come to terms with the idea of being
polyamorous. My husband and I had made a few cracks about finding another girlfriend but I
was afraid to label myself as polyam for a long, long time. I found out later that Ryan had
mentioned to someone else that I was in an “open relationship” which was not entirely the case.
Maybe that was on me. Maybe I hadn’t been clear that November when we spent an entire
weekend talking nonstop and I confided in him that I was struggling to figure out how to apply
that term to myself and came out to him about it. I’d mentioned I hadn’t even been comfortable
using it when speaking to my husband at that point, so I think that may have been a catalyst for
him to mention his personal marital problems.
If you’ve read any of the other stories, you probably know what he told me. I don’t think I need to
elaborate any more on how he blamed his flirtatiousness, or forwardness, on his wife’s reluctant
intimacy. It just feels wrong to keep talking about that. So I would like to clarify something at this
moment: I did not assume Ryan’s relationship itself was open. I...had foolishly hoped that it was.
When you yourself are a certain type of person, you selfishly hope that others are as well. I
never asked because I was afraid to and only found out for sure that it wasn’t later on. We
talked about him and his wife possibly going to therapy. I tried to give advice as far as him
sitting down with her and having a real discussion about their lack of intimacy. This man that I
looked up to, that I admired, felt trapped and wanted intimacy. I felt bad for him.
I know now that was what he wanted me to feel.
We spent the whole weekend after Thanksgiving chatting. He told me I could tell him to stop
flirting if I was not comfortable with it. I told him it was fine. I felt weird since I had yet to discuss
this with my husband but this was new and exciting and I liked Ryan. I thought we were going to
be friends.
Obviously we were never going to be friends. He called me his friend. Four months ago, when I
approached him about where we stood, what kind of a relationship we could even call it, he said
we were friends. I brought this up to him as recently as last weekend when he claimed that “no
one told me how they felt.” I did. I did many times. And I think others did too. He never wanted
to hear any of us until we started speaking out.
We flirted pretty heavily throughout the end of the year. I asked if I was the only girl at the time,
and he said that while he’d done this with other girls, yes, I was currently the only one. He didn’t
have the “capacity” to flirt with multiple girls at once. But I was beginning to feel pretty fucking
horrible about it come December. I expressed this to him multiple times- the guilt and shame I
could feel starting to build up over it. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. He tried so hard to
keep us all alone and in the dark. Even in some of my darkest moments, he said he hoped that
no matter what happened, I could keep this quiet.
I asked him once if he thought I was a bad person. He said not any more bad than he was. At
the time, I felt comforted by it. Now, it fucking hurts like hell. I thought I was helping this person I
trusted find an outlet for something he needed and wasn’t getting. And it was addictive, and fun,
even when I had my doubts.
Let’s get a more concise timeline going.
November 2018 is when this started to spiral. The photos, some that were tame, some of him
shirtless (still tame, but with more intent). The flirting.
December 2018 I had very serious thoughts about committing suicide. I was keeping this deep,
dark secret from so many people I loved. I had heard rumors that someone was spreading
about one of the other girls, approached him about it, and he lied. Not for the first time and
absolutely not for the last time. I found out for certain later that month that I was not the only girl
he was fucking around with and had a breakdown. But I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
January 2019 he offered to fly me out to Austin to have sex. I finally talked to my husband about
it. He said I could do it. I had sorted my end out- I tried to separate my issues from Ryan’s.
February 2019 I went on my trip. He came to my hotel a couple times. We’d have sex, hang out
a bit, and then he’d leave. Once I’d returned from my trip, he ghosted me. It was 2-3 weeks of
radio silence. I felt horrible and disgusting. What had happened that suddenly I was no longer
worth talking to? Weren’t we friends? This person had given me confidence in myself, had given
me the attention that I’d craved from someone just like him, and then had the gall to rip it out of
my hands? I started going to therapy. I lost myself somewhere along the way, lost pieces of
myself to Ryan, and I needed some semblance of stability.
March 2019 we started talking again, more sporadically than before. I started planning a trip to
Austin in May for my birthday. I was learning to be okay with the breaks in communication. It
had gone from daily to weekly in 4 months but I would take what I could get.
May 2019 I went back to Austin. We’d discussed the possibility of meeting up. He’d just had a
loss in his family so the timing was bad; it was up in the air. He worked it out eventually and
came over after work one day.
Skip to July 2019. He had a hotel for RTX and I went over there one night. Same as before- had
sex, hung out, left. I have some photos but they’re not very incriminating and I know they will get
questioned. One is of me in the hotel room with his bag behind me and another is of his
nightstand with his wedding band and a pin that someone had given him that day on it.
There was more random communication between this. Whenever he felt like reaching out. It
sucked. I was desperate and needy. I wanted his attention. He didn’t want to give it. He was
tiring of me and wouldn’t admit it but I could feel it. I’d gained weight over this timeframe and felt
worse about myself than ever before. He’d gone from calling me beautiful to ignoring every
advance I made- and I did make them, I wanted to feel special again- and telling me he wasn’t
flirting with anyone and hadn’t been for a while (an excuse that ran its face into the wall over
and over again in 2020 too).
October 2019 was the last time I saw him. I was in town for ACL. I stayed with a friend for half
the time and got a hotel near his work for the rest of the trip. He came over once in the morning
and left almost right afterward. While he was there, I expressed to his face that I liked the
attention and hated that he felt like he could take it away. He said he was sorry. I knew he
wasn’t.
We sexted a bit during this whole time but not very much. Maybe a few times. Everything was
consensual. I continued to poke and prod in 2020 with the desire for attention. I once again told
Ryan how he was making me feel and how much it hurt. He once again gave me a half-assed
apology and proceeded to tell me he didn’t like to get very deep on the “feelings” scale. I didn’t
want feelings. I wanted to be heard, as his “friend.”
I’d also approached him a few times about other girls I thought he may have been flirting with
and once again was lied to with the same excuses as before. He was slowing down in his old
age, according to him. Then we stopped talking for 3-4 months. Until all of this started. I reacted
to him with sympathy; I didn’t want his life to be ruined any more than my own. I’ve already
posted a few of those screenshots. I didn’t get harassed to the extent as the other girls did. But
he told me he’d just started learning about “power imbalances” which turned out to be a
bald-faced lie considering he’d told another girl long before this that he was aware there was a
power imbalance between them. He has previously also suggested that just because I am older
than the other girls, I knew what I was getting into, insinuating that I did not really need any
apologies from him for him taking advantage of his power over me as someone who admired
him.
Nonetheless, there will likely never be a point where I am not sorry for my part in this. He is at
fault but I will never, ever not be sorry. I’m sorry to Achievement Hunter, who I love, and loved
volunteering for, and my team there that I feel like I betrayed. I’m sorry to this community, that
has given me everything. I’m sorry to my friends, many of whom had to keep secrets for me for
years. I’m sorry to a family that is now in pieces. I’m sorry to my husband, for getting caught up
in the excitement of something, and forgoing details.
I’m not fucking sorry to Ryan Haywood. I’m not sorry to the man that told lie on top of lie on top
of lie. I’m not fucking sorry to the monster that brushed me aside when he was tired of me and
made me look, and feel, desperate, and needy. I’m not sorry to this desperate animal that hurt
so many girls and then dared to tell them not to tell their fucking stories.
“Not any more bad a person than I am.” I’m a thousand fucking times better than you could ever
hope to be. And stronger every day.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH HOLY FUCK!!!!!

we will be at 10 by sunday, guaranteed. if there aren't at least 10 accusers by sunday at midnight, I will unironically eat paper

hahahahhahahahaha this is so fucking hilarious

 

[Ulamog did nothing wrong]

You have to consider how WOKE the people at RT and their fanbase are. They literally have no idea how to respond to the fact that two people they thought were fully onboard the woke wagon turned out to be degenerate sex pests especially Ryan who cultivated his own private fanbase and systematically culled the weakest fans to be a part of his creepy sex trafficking harem.

The entire RT crew was completely blindsided by this because they were so focused on making their fandom a progressive hugbox and preventing dissenting voices (like the pro-Vic crowd) from having a say in anything they completely overlooked the wolf in sheep's clothing at the very heart of their organization.
It doesn't help that Ryan completely compartmentalized his life and played the role of the wholesome family man while preying on barely legal nerd pussy every time he could sneak away from his wife and kids.

They are going full stalinism and memory holing every mention of Ryan no matter the cost because his very image might re-traumatize and trigger the mentally ill teens that enjoy watching middle aged men play mine craft.
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This reddit post was the prevailing view in the RT tarddom until a week ago. Complete idol worship to the point RTards were getting tattoos of his signature and he endorsed it.

This is something they can't blame on a vast right-wing conspiracy and it kills them. So they are erasing Ryan completely and will turtle further into their feel-good "RT is owned by the community" hugbox mentality.

Ultimately they are paying lip service to Ryan's "victims" and will move on more guarded than ever. If any of the other RT guys were into some shady shit this would be the perfect time to expose it while the whole company is a trashfire and the most loyal RT sycophants are desperately trying to salvage "the community" of tards to retain whatever power they have on reddit/discord and twitch.
Being an unpaid twitch mod for these faggots literally defines these girls lives. Most have spent thousands to get their positions. Don't expect much deep introspection from the tards in the "fandom" who still talk about how that 30 seconds from a minecraft video three years ago was a "peak moment" and rewatch the old videos like its a part of their personality.

Great summary and it further cements what I thought about them. Thank you for giving me more insight into the matter. Those "people" truly encapsulate the fuck up we now call a society.

 

[doesitmatter?]

You all keep talking about how many accusers are going to come up, and not one person has bet on how many pregnancies have resulted from this douchebag who insists on fucking bareback. Got to be at least one somewhere.

One girl said he would pay for their plan b.

If his wife hasn’t left him at this point, she’s possibly the biggest lolcow of this entire, disgusting, spectacular mess.

Maybe I'm being too tinfoil hat but what if he's been Norman Bating his wife...Like no one has seen her, no has talked to her....

 

[Looney Troons]

Ryan “Daddy of 3-or-4-Out-of-Tens” Haywood

 

[ChoChoTwister]

https://archive.md/dT8Y4

NEW ACCUSER ALERT! Victim #8 comes forward with receipts. Warning, extremely long spoiler.
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Spoiler

Okay. Let’s do this.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to write this. I’ve been grappling quite a bit with the idea of not
fitting the “demographic” of Ryan Haywood’s various victims. I’m older, first of all. I’m 32. And
secondly- I’m married.
Since all of this has started coming out, I’ve had this fear. I’m older. I should have understood. I
should have known what was happening to me and I could have stopped it at any point.
Should’ve known better. Could’ve said no. Shouldn’t have been starstruck by- honestly- a D List
Internet Celebrity, at best.
I was 30 in November of 2018. I’d been struggling to come to terms with the idea of being
polyamorous. My husband and I had made a few cracks about finding another girlfriend but I
was afraid to label myself as polyam for a long, long time. I found out later that Ryan had
mentioned to someone else that I was in an “open relationship” which was not entirely the case.
Maybe that was on me. Maybe I hadn’t been clear that November when we spent an entire
weekend talking nonstop and I confided in him that I was struggling to figure out how to apply
that term to myself and came out to him about it. I’d mentioned I hadn’t even been comfortable
using it when speaking to my husband at that point, so I think that may have been a catalyst for
him to mention his personal marital problems.
If you’ve read any of the other stories, you probably know what he told me. I don’t think I need to
elaborate any more on how he blamed his flirtatiousness, or forwardness, on his wife’s reluctant
intimacy. It just feels wrong to keep talking about that. So I would like to clarify something at this
moment: I did not assume Ryan’s relationship itself was open. I...had foolishly hoped that it was.
When you yourself are a certain type of person, you selfishly hope that others are as well. I
never asked because I was afraid to and only found out for sure that it wasn’t later on. We
talked about him and his wife possibly going to therapy. I tried to give advice as far as him
sitting down with her and having a real discussion about their lack of intimacy. This man that I
looked up to, that I admired, felt trapped and wanted intimacy. I felt bad for him.
I know now that was what he wanted me to feel.
We spent the whole weekend after Thanksgiving chatting. He told me I could tell him to stop
flirting if I was not comfortable with it. I told him it was fine. I felt weird since I had yet to discuss
this with my husband but this was new and exciting and I liked Ryan. I thought we were going to
be friends.
Obviously we were never going to be friends. He called me his friend. Four months ago, when I
approached him about where we stood, what kind of a relationship we could even call it, he said
we were friends. I brought this up to him as recently as last weekend when he claimed that “no
one told me how they felt.” I did. I did many times. And I think others did too. He never wanted
to hear any of us until we started speaking out.
We flirted pretty heavily throughout the end of the year. I asked if I was the only girl at the time,
and he said that while he’d done this with other girls, yes, I was currently the only one. He didn’t
have the “capacity” to flirt with multiple girls at once. But I was beginning to feel pretty fucking
horrible about it come December. I expressed this to him multiple times- the guilt and shame I
could feel starting to build up over it. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. He tried so hard to
keep us all alone and in the dark. Even in some of my darkest moments, he said he hoped that
no matter what happened, I could keep this quiet.
I asked him once if he thought I was a bad person. He said not any more bad than he was. At
the time, I felt comforted by it. Now, it fucking hurts like hell. I thought I was helping this person I
trusted find an outlet for something he needed and wasn’t getting. And it was addictive, and fun,
even when I had my doubts.
Let’s get a more concise timeline going.
November 2018 is when this started to spiral. The photos, some that were tame, some of him
shirtless (still tame, but with more intent). The flirting.
December 2018 I had very serious thoughts about committing suicide. I was keeping this deep,
dark secret from so many people I loved. I had heard rumors that someone was spreading
about one of the other girls, approached him about it, and he lied. Not for the first time and
absolutely not for the last time. I found out for certain later that month that I was not the only girl
he was fucking around with and had a breakdown. But I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
January 2019 he offered to fly me out to Austin to have sex. I finally talked to my husband about
it. He said I could do it. I had sorted my end out- I tried to separate my issues from Ryan’s.
February 2019 I went on my trip. He came to my hotel a couple times. We’d have sex, hang out
a bit, and then he’d leave. Once I’d returned from my trip, he ghosted me. It was 2-3 weeks of
radio silence. I felt horrible and disgusting. What had happened that suddenly I was no longer
worth talking to? Weren’t we friends? This person had given me confidence in myself, had given
me the attention that I’d craved from someone just like him, and then had the gall to rip it out of
my hands? I started going to therapy. I lost myself somewhere along the way, lost pieces of
myself to Ryan, and I needed some semblance of stability.
March 2019 we started talking again, more sporadically than before. I started planning a trip to
Austin in May for my birthday. I was learning to be okay with the breaks in communication. It
had gone from daily to weekly in 4 months but I would take what I could get.
May 2019 I went back to Austin. We’d discussed the possibility of meeting up. He’d just had a
loss in his family so the timing was bad; it was up in the air. He worked it out eventually and
came over after work one day.
Skip to July 2019. He had a hotel for RTX and I went over there one night. Same as before- had
sex, hung out, left. I have some photos but they’re not very incriminating and I know they will get
questioned. One is of me in the hotel room with his bag behind me and another is of his
nightstand with his wedding band and a pin that someone had given him that day on it.
There was more random communication between this. Whenever he felt like reaching out. It
sucked. I was desperate and needy. I wanted his attention. He didn’t want to give it. He was
tiring of me and wouldn’t admit it but I could feel it. I’d gained weight over this timeframe and felt
worse about myself than ever before. He’d gone from calling me beautiful to ignoring every
advance I made- and I did make them, I wanted to feel special again- and telling me he wasn’t
flirting with anyone and hadn’t been for a while (an excuse that ran its face into the wall over
and over again in 2020 too).
October 2019 was the last time I saw him. I was in town for ACL. I stayed with a friend for half
the time and got a hotel near his work for the rest of the trip. He came over once in the morning
and left almost right afterward. While he was there, I expressed to his face that I liked the
attention and hated that he felt like he could take it away. He said he was sorry. I knew he
wasn’t.
We sexted a bit during this whole time but not very much. Maybe a few times. Everything was
consensual. I continued to poke and prod in 2020 with the desire for attention. I once again told
Ryan how he was making me feel and how much it hurt. He once again gave me a half-assed
apology and proceeded to tell me he didn’t like to get very deep on the “feelings” scale. I didn’t
want feelings. I wanted to be heard, as his “friend.”
I’d also approached him a few times about other girls I thought he may have been flirting with
and once again was lied to with the same excuses as before. He was slowing down in his old
age, according to him. Then we stopped talking for 3-4 months. Until all of this started. I reacted
to him with sympathy; I didn’t want his life to be ruined any more than my own. I’ve already
posted a few of those screenshots. I didn’t get harassed to the extent as the other girls did. But
he told me he’d just started learning about “power imbalances” which turned out to be a
bald-faced lie considering he’d told another girl long before this that he was aware there was a
power imbalance between them. He has previously also suggested that just because I am older
than the other girls, I knew what I was getting into, insinuating that I did not really need any
apologies from him for him taking advantage of his power over me as someone who admired
him.
Nonetheless, there will likely never be a point where I am not sorry for my part in this. He is at
fault but I will never, ever not be sorry. I’m sorry to Achievement Hunter, who I love, and loved
volunteering for, and my team there that I feel like I betrayed. I’m sorry to this community, that
has given me everything. I’m sorry to my friends, many of whom had to keep secrets for me for
years. I’m sorry to a family that is now in pieces. I’m sorry to my husband, for getting caught up
in the excitement of something, and forgoing details.
I’m not fucking sorry to Ryan Haywood. I’m not sorry to the man that told lie on top of lie on top
of lie. I’m not fucking sorry to the monster that brushed me aside when he was tired of me and
made me look, and feel, desperate, and needy. I’m not sorry to this desperate animal that hurt
so many girls and then dared to tell them not to tell their fucking stories.
“Not any more bad a person than I am.” I’m a thousand fucking times better than you could ever
hope to be. And stronger every day.

So he paid almost $700 to fuck her. So instead of getting a sex worker, he withheld/stole money from his employer and possibly a charity to fuck a lonely and desperate 32 year old fan. And she willingly took the money and fucked him for ???? Does she not know what it means to willingly take money in exchange for sex?

 

[wotidk]

He did do some charity streams. What seems like a million pages ago, I talked about how I did a little bit of looking. He's done charity streams for the American Cancer Society and for ExtraLife.

The extra life donations would be a little difficult to pocket seeing as he most likely has to go through RT/Jack, but those American Cancer Society ones were probably up for grabs in his eyes.

 

[s0mbra]

I'm a few pages behind but wanted to mention... That chick who got other girls for Ryan apparently also modded for Jeremy. If I were him, I'd kick her off immediately before she did some shady shit.

 

[mindlessobserver]

https://archive.md/dT8Y4

NEW ACCUSER ALERT! Victim #8 comes forward with receipts. Warning, extremely long spoiler.
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Spoiler

Okay. Let’s do this.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to write this. I’ve been grappling quite a bit with the idea of not
fitting the “demographic” of Ryan Haywood’s various victims. I’m older, first of all. I’m 32. And
secondly- I’m married.
Since all of this has started coming out, I’ve had this fear. I’m older. I should have understood. I
should have known what was happening to me and I could have stopped it at any point.
Should’ve known better. Could’ve said no. Shouldn’t have been starstruck by- honestly- a D List
Internet Celebrity, at best.
I was 30 in November of 2018. I’d been struggling to come to terms with the idea of being
polyamorous. My husband and I had made a few cracks about finding another girlfriend but I
was afraid to label myself as polyam for a long, long time. I found out later that Ryan had
mentioned to someone else that I was in an “open relationship” which was not entirely the case.
Maybe that was on me. Maybe I hadn’t been clear that November when we spent an entire
weekend talking nonstop and I confided in him that I was struggling to figure out how to apply
that term to myself and came out to him about it. I’d mentioned I hadn’t even been comfortable
using it when speaking to my husband at that point, so I think that may have been a catalyst for
him to mention his personal marital problems.
If you’ve read any of the other stories, you probably know what he told me. I don’t think I need to
elaborate any more on how he blamed his flirtatiousness, or forwardness, on his wife’s reluctant
intimacy. It just feels wrong to keep talking about that. So I would like to clarify something at this
moment: I did not assume Ryan’s relationship itself was open. I...had foolishly hoped that it was.
When you yourself are a certain type of person, you selfishly hope that others are as well. I
never asked because I was afraid to and only found out for sure that it wasn’t later on. We
talked about him and his wife possibly going to therapy. I tried to give advice as far as him
sitting down with her and having a real discussion about their lack of intimacy. This man that I
looked up to, that I admired, felt trapped and wanted intimacy. I felt bad for him.
I know now that was what he wanted me to feel.
We spent the whole weekend after Thanksgiving chatting. He told me I could tell him to stop
flirting if I was not comfortable with it. I told him it was fine. I felt weird since I had yet to discuss
this with my husband but this was new and exciting and I liked Ryan. I thought we were going to
be friends.
Obviously we were never going to be friends. He called me his friend. Four months ago, when I
approached him about where we stood, what kind of a relationship we could even call it, he said
we were friends. I brought this up to him as recently as last weekend when he claimed that “no
one told me how they felt.” I did. I did many times. And I think others did too. He never wanted
to hear any of us until we started speaking out.
We flirted pretty heavily throughout the end of the year. I asked if I was the only girl at the time,
and he said that while he’d done this with other girls, yes, I was currently the only one. He didn’t
have the “capacity” to flirt with multiple girls at once. But I was beginning to feel pretty fucking
horrible about it come December. I expressed this to him multiple times- the guilt and shame I
could feel starting to build up over it. I didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. He tried so hard to
keep us all alone and in the dark. Even in some of my darkest moments, he said he hoped that
no matter what happened, I could keep this quiet.
I asked him once if he thought I was a bad person. He said not any more bad than he was. At
the time, I felt comforted by it. Now, it fucking hurts like hell. I thought I was helping this person I
trusted find an outlet for something he needed and wasn’t getting. And it was addictive, and fun,
even when I had my doubts.
Let’s get a more concise timeline going.
November 2018 is when this started to spiral. The photos, some that were tame, some of him
shirtless (still tame, but with more intent). The flirting.
December 2018 I had very serious thoughts about committing suicide. I was keeping this deep,
dark secret from so many people I loved. I had heard rumors that someone was spreading
about one of the other girls, approached him about it, and he lied. Not for the first time and
absolutely not for the last time. I found out for certain later that month that I was not the only girl
he was fucking around with and had a breakdown. But I didn’t feel so alone anymore.
January 2019 he offered to fly me out to Austin to have sex. I finally talked to my husband about
it. He said I could do it. I had sorted my end out- I tried to separate my issues from Ryan’s.
February 2019 I went on my trip. He came to my hotel a couple times. We’d have sex, hang out
a bit, and then he’d leave. Once I’d returned from my trip, he ghosted me. It was 2-3 weeks of
radio silence. I felt horrible and disgusting. What had happened that suddenly I was no longer
worth talking to? Weren’t we friends? This person had given me confidence in myself, had given
me the attention that I’d craved from someone just like him, and then had the gall to rip it out of
my hands? I started going to therapy. I lost myself somewhere along the way, lost pieces of
myself to Ryan, and I needed some semblance of stability.
March 2019 we started talking again, more sporadically than before. I started planning a trip to
Austin in May for my birthday. I was learning to be okay with the breaks in communication. It
had gone from daily to weekly in 4 months but I would take what I could get.
May 2019 I went back to Austin. We’d discussed the possibility of meeting up. He’d just had a
loss in his family so the timing was bad; it was up in the air. He worked it out eventually and
came over after work one day.
Skip to July 2019. He had a hotel for RTX and I went over there one night. Same as before- had
sex, hung out, left. I have some photos but they’re not very incriminating and I know they will get
questioned. One is of me in the hotel room with his bag behind me and another is of his
nightstand with his wedding band and a pin that someone had given him that day on it.
There was more random communication between this. Whenever he felt like reaching out. It
sucked. I was desperate and needy. I wanted his attention. He didn’t want to give it. He was
tiring of me and wouldn’t admit it but I could feel it. I’d gained weight over this timeframe and felt
worse about myself than ever before. He’d gone from calling me beautiful to ignoring every
advance I made- and I did make them, I wanted to feel special again- and telling me he wasn’t
flirting with anyone and hadn’t been for a while (an excuse that ran its face into the wall over
and over again in 2020 too).
October 2019 was the last time I saw him. I was in town for ACL. I stayed with a friend for half
the time and got a hotel near his work for the rest of the trip. He came over once in the morning
and left almost right afterward. While he was there, I expressed to his face that I liked the
attention and hated that he felt like he could take it away. He said he was sorry. I knew he
wasn’t.
We sexted a bit during this whole time but not very much. Maybe a few times. Everything was
consensual. I continued to poke and prod in 2020 with the desire for attention. I once again told
Ryan how he was making me feel and how much it hurt. He once again gave me a half-assed
apology and proceeded to tell me he didn’t like to get very deep on the “feelings” scale. I didn’t
want feelings. I wanted to be heard, as his “friend.”
I’d also approached him a few times about other girls I thought he may have been flirting with
and once again was lied to with the same excuses as before. He was slowing down in his old
age, according to him. Then we stopped talking for 3-4 months. Until all of this started. I reacted
to him with sympathy; I didn’t want his life to be ruined any more than my own. I’ve already
posted a few of those screenshots. I didn’t get harassed to the extent as the other girls did. But
he told me he’d just started learning about “power imbalances” which turned out to be a
bald-faced lie considering he’d told another girl long before this that he was aware there was a
power imbalance between them. He has previously also suggested that just because I am older
than the other girls, I knew what I was getting into, insinuating that I did not really need any
apologies from him for him taking advantage of his power over me as someone who admired
him.
Nonetheless, there will likely never be a point where I am not sorry for my part in this. He is at
fault but I will never, ever not be sorry. I’m sorry to Achievement Hunter, who I love, and loved
volunteering for, and my team there that I feel like I betrayed. I’m sorry to this community, that
has given me everything. I’m sorry to my friends, many of whom had to keep secrets for me for
years. I’m sorry to a family that is now in pieces. I’m sorry to my husband, for getting caught up
in the excitement of something, and forgoing details.
I’m not fucking sorry to Ryan Haywood. I’m not sorry to the man that told lie on top of lie on top
of lie. I’m not fucking sorry to the monster that brushed me aside when he was tired of me and
made me look, and feel, desperate, and needy. I’m not sorry to this desperate animal that hurt
so many girls and then dared to tell them not to tell their fucking stories.
“Not any more bad a person than I am.” I’m a thousand fucking times better than you could ever
hope to be. And stronger every day.

So, at this point I think the question should who DIDN'T Ryan sleep with at Cons? Dear leader is showing uncharacteristic glee at seeing how long he can make the list on the front page.

 

[ChoChoTwister]

The extra life donations would be a little difficult to pocket seeing as he most likely has to go through RT/Jack, but those American Cancer Society ones were probably up for grabs in his eyes.

If he was able to hide away money for years, then they must've not been looking to close. He might not have been able to steal as much since they were tracking donation goals but it wouldn't surprised me if he skimmed a little.