I am disabled, I am not a child

Nica Pierce T5 Paraplegic Former psychiatric ward patient Survivor of Chucky Independent rp blog for Nica Pierce of the Curse of Chucky. Tracking the tag completionxanxiety

[rpmindthinker]

<--- this blog wouldn’t mind some curious anons

[whiskyorthedevil-archived-deact]

bluehairedtales:

rpmindthinker:

Ask about anything!

[completionxanxiety]

neverparted:

            “Same. Mother never liked fast food. She said it would eat away at               our insides and fill our heads with fat.”

He made a face at that but continued to eat. The serving was bigger than expected, but it was meant for sharing. He would have gotten a smaller portion if she hadn’t joined him. It did seem a little rude if he ate without offering her anything. Thomas dipped a fry in some mayonnaise, completely oblivious to the rest of the people inside the fast food place. The speakers were blaring the latest pop song, and one of the customers nearby was humming the same tune.

Quite a normal scene, but one he wasn’t used to. Had he been home, he would be wearing a suit and attending one of his parents’ boring tea parties. Which often involved the older ladies trying to get him interested in their single daughters, all in the hopes of snagging the only Sharpe heir. Compared to that chaos, this place was HEAVEN.

               “She was wrong, of course. I’ve been having one of those double decker                 burgers and I feel fine.”

That comment warranted a laugh from Nica, covering her mouth to save from spitting the fries everywhere. “I can’t say I’ve heard that one before. It’s pretty unique.” Her mother used to use old wive’s tales in an attempt to scare her into fearing the outside world in a similar way, but she’d never heard fast food transferring its fat into your head.

Nica took anther fry from the plate before leaning back into her chair, the metal protesting taking her weight again. She hadn’t intended to suddenly be sharing food with the man, but he had been the only one not to protest when the invalid wheeled herself up to the table. In fact she didn’t often eat when she came to the restaurant. But the silence of her home would get to her sometimes, her mind conjuring up anything it could to fill in the quiet.

And what it came up with was not something she wanted being dredged up from the depths of her memories. 

Nica chuckled again, sucking the excess salt from her fingers. “You brave soul.” She joked. “I would avoid the Royale though. It’s got deep-fried pineapple in between two layers of bacon.” She added, nose wrinkling in disgust. 

[completionxanxiety]

//While I’m at it I need to follow some more people anyone have any suggestions for some fellow rpers I can add to my dash?

[completionxanxiety]

Starter Call! Please like the thing for a thing

[tomagogos]

Whenever i hear someone talking about the thing i like 

[pastxcanxhurt-deactivated201612]

I'm 100% okay with your muse having a history with mine.

[jcalvinist]

crvelworld:

You want their families to be rivals? I’m down. They dated the same person? Cool. They have the same classes together? Neat. Our first interaction doesn’t need to be our muses first interaction. I like having already developed relationships, adds a little something. Plus, gives the opportunity for a “how did they meet” thread later on.

[vaememes]

✧  DARK  TOWER  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

❛ A coward judges all he sees by what he is. ❜ 

❛ For love’s ever been the more destructive weapon, sure. ❜ 

❛ I thought you were going to say “Fear, itself.” ❜ 

❛ You’ll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell. ❜ 

❛ They tell tales because they’re afraid of life. ❜ 

❛ What, do tall people burn slower? ❜ 

❛ Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? ❜ 

❛ If torture were to stop now, I might still recover. ❜ 

❛ Even if the torture stops, I’ll die. ❜ 

❛ For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask. ❜ 

❛ I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. ❜

❛ Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut. ❜ 

❛ All right, we’re back together again. What the hell do we do next? ❜ 

❛ We’ve got miles to go yet.  ❜  

❛ I know that. It’s on your face, son. Like a scar. ❜ 

❛ I thought it was part of the furniture! ❜ 

❛ Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first. ❜ 

❛ I don’t like people. They fuck me up. ❜   

❛ Anyone who doesn’t think the imagination can kill is a fool. ❜ 

❛ I’m sorry, but it was there when I moved in. ❜ 

❛ How could you let such a business go on for so many years? ❜ 

❛ I believe this is redemption. ❜   

❛ Ending is just another word for goodbye. ❜ 

❛ Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? ❜ 

❛ There’s little in life that’s so disheartening as constant cold. ❜ 

❛ Will you say goodbye? ❜ 

❛ There were no words in it, nor could there have been. ❜ 

❛ Our greatest moments of triumph are always inarticulate. ❜ 

❛ I pull it along with me everywhere I go. ❜ 

❛ Some moments are beyond imagination. ❜ 

❛ Roll me in sugar and call me a fuckin jelly-doughnut! ❜ 

❛ Birth is nothing but death begun. ❜ 

❛ This time you’ll sing until the song is done, write until the tale is done. ❜ 

❛ Gone. Like a candle-flame. To whatever worlds there are. ❜ 

❛ I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture. ❜ 

❛ Didn’t you see the elephant in the living room? ❜ 

❛ You see? Size defeats us. ❜ 

❛ In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn’t it? ❜ 

❛ They were close to the end of the beginning … ❜ 

❛ Not as friends, but as equals? ❜ 

❛ Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. ❜ 

❛ The best part, though, was hearing my father’s/mother’s voice. ❜ 

❛ They would go down fighting, but they were going to die there. ❜ 

❛ You can always throw your knife at it. ❜ 

❛ In this universe there might grow roses which sing. ❜ 

❛ I kill with my heart, motherfucker. ❜ 

❛ If you want to run and play, come along the beam today. ❜ 

❛ Save your hate for those who deserve it more. ❜ 

❛ Time is a thief of memory. ❜ 

❛ I don’t think I could ever come back from all this. ❜ 

❛ My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You.❜ 

❛ Liars see their own kind everywhere. ❜ 

❛ What heart I have is yours. ❜ 

❛ I’m afraid to go to sleep. ❜ 

❛ I’m afraid my dead friends will come and seeing them will kill me. ❜ 

❛ This is dying - I know because I’ve done it before. ❜ 

❛ You’ll live in exile and die as you lived. ❜ 

❛ May you live long, but not in good health. ❜   

❛ Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies? ❜ 

[completionxanxiety]

neverparted:

That he could relate to. Thomas didn’t have a ‘normal’ childhood. He didn’t get to play outside with the other children, his toys were carefully chosen, and his constant companions were an au pair, Theresa, and his older sister, Lucille. Though he couldn’t miss what he never had, there were times when he wondered what that kind of childhood was like. Wishful thinking on his part.

Seeing as she had the same kind of childhood he had, he leaned back and sighed. At least he was getting to experience what it was like to eat fast food. The fries were supposed to be greasy, but that was what made them so good.

                     “Did you get to eat these fries though?”

Thomas slid the fries out of their paper holder and onto the tray so that they could share.

Nica accepted the silent offer of fries with a small incline of her head, taking one off the tray and chewing on it slowly. They were extremely salty, and overly greasy. But it was in a good way that grounded NIca in the reality of the moment.

Fries of this variety were rare in her youth, as her mother didn’t want to leave Nica on her own and she didn’t trust the outside world enough to allow home delivery. But there was the odd occasion where her resolve would waver, and her daughter’s constant nagging would get to her.

She certainly didn’t get to eat anything like this in the asylum.

“Sometimes.” She replied with a small smile, taking another one from the tray. “They were sort of special occasion only though.” She added, adjusting her position in her chair before taking another fry. “What about you?”

[completionxanxiety]

"What was your childhood like?" [ from thomas ]

@neverparted

The question caused the invalid to pause. Her immediate gut reaction was to say that it was horrible, that her mother was controlling and manipulative (she was) and that she never got to truly learn about the world through trial and error (she didn’t). 

But...

Nica knew why her mother did the things she did. She couldn’t blame her entirely for the paranoid mania she protected her with. She didn’t hate her mother, not truly.

“It was...sheltered.” Was her eventual reply.

[historical-rp-memes]

{ Put a rumour about my muse in my inbox and my character will react to it }

[lcvelymemes]

                I WANT TO BE R E M E M B E R E D.

                                                                             I     want     to     matter.

[startshxtwithme]

What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse?

[justanotherrpmemeblog]

Came for the _______. Stayed for the _______.

Tell me why you followed my blog and what made you stay (if it’s two different things of course!)

[completionxanxiety]

//I really need to work on some new verses/aus for Nica. Need to expand my horizons, so to speak. 

[anonmarleighdourif]

SUPER excited for Cult of Chucky so I drew another fan art (finally). Enjoy.

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full-size on deviantart: http://humanpincushion.deviantart.com/art/Cult-of-Chucky-682585

[completionxanxiety]

hc + water

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character

Nica had always been fascinated with water since she was a child. Being bound to her chair meant that she had never had the luxury of experiencing what it was like to swim. Oh, she’d tried when she was younger, but her mother was strict on her when she was a child, and even in her teenage years she didn’t even trust Nica to have a bath on her own.

Nica’s fascination with large bodies of water have remained right through her formative years. She was both curious as to what could live beneath the surface and also inspired by the beauty it could invoke.

[serialchilller-deactivated20240]

I’m confused like 100% of the time