Indie fandomless RP blog for Maggie Wantanabe. Please read about and rules pages. Used to be ask-the-cursed-birb Icon painted in paintschainer most likely Sideblogs are cxnnectixns-in-cxnfectixns(Baroness VBB Cuphead) drxopyxpetals (Cuphead) la-famiglia-di-ossidiana(Cuphead mafia verse OCs) And tangerinedreamsicle (cupsona rp blog)
Will a small sigh, Maggie hugged Jude tighter and laid down on the layers of blankets and pillows made into a nest and drifted off. There was some sort of other soothing quality to all of this that made Maggie more comfortable to the idea of staying in this stranger's home. Perhaps that they had a few similarities, despite their major differences. Or maybe that she just wanted to trust someone after escaping, and he seemed like a good person to trust.
Or maybe they both just needed to sleep. Yeah, probably.
A couple joys passed before she had jolted herself awake by rolling her head too far to the side. It seemed ridiculous, to be truthful, she would wake up with any small jostle.
She lay still, however, worried that any minute movement would also wake Jude. The slightly puffy bags under his eyes showed that he needed the sleep more than she did, anyways.
i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second
anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk
and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something
paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.
i say, paul.
is that a nerf gun.
yeah, says paul.
i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.
he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?
and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–
a foam dart hits me in the leg.
i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.
i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.
no dart this time. okay. sweet.
so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it
anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.
crippling anxiety
and depression enter the
room seems op please nerf
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I promise I'm not dead it's just because of school
I also rebooted many of my old OCs and created a new one based off a song I've been listening to on repeat for several hours in end for many days
His name is Naviar and he is a ghost. More information and an image of and about him under the cut, if it works on mobile
Send me questions about him If you're interested please!
He is the captain of a flying ghost ship and brings back good memories that have flown away from the people they belong to back to them. His main job, though, is to bring back the memories of a dead soul to them.
His own memories are already with him, in a bottle that is tied around his hair with some string. It's unable to be opened until the time comes, when he's supposed to move on, like all other ghosts that have their memories in a bottle.
A somewhat sickly sort at seventeen
Who's using ink and a pen for a masterpiece
Stitch and sew it like a mother goose
And no matter how much I cry I'll see you again
Just an android wielding spinning strings
Who's got a head and a voice that're hollow both
Looks like I am just in the worst of moods
All for a wish you could grant by loving me again
Call out sick again at seventeen
I put today's cloudy day in a metal can
Detonator's in a paper bag
And like a fool in and out I sealed my breath away
And as always, to the android,
Who's using lies just to hide in a seed of truth
You can bet your ass that I'm a ghost
So suppose that that's true, I can't be seen by you
He is a trans boy and died at age seventeen, for more background information. I built upon a bit of his personality from this song, and he and I are both seventeen so he should be an easier muse, should I ever create a blog for him. If anyone shows interest, I might make it a thing, actually.
I am disabled & bedbound
Without compensation, I fear suffering neglect and risking danger for the rest of my life.
NOW ONLY 1 HOUR LEFT till deadline to raise **$750** for legal fees. This is my once-in-a-lifetime chance to escape extreme, potentially life-threatening poverty. PLEASE HELP ME.
$6 received so far. I’m PLEADING for your help. PLEASE donate something.
I’m completely bedbound [Medical reports] from an accident five years ago. This has left me dependent on 24 hour care, to the extent that I cannot even leave my bed to retrieve food or water. This means that without care that I struggle to afford, I could die from dehydration. I could be evicted and suffer life-threatening homelessness if I’m so much as unable to pay for cleaning.
I cannot be cared for by my family, and will be dependent on donations and measly government assistance for the rest of my life unless I receive compensation for my accident. This is entirely dependent on on-time payment of legal fees, without which I could lose my court case. If I lose, I’d be required to pay over $20,000 for the Defendant’s fees, in addition to my own legal fees. Losing the case would also utterly destroy the rest of my life.
PLEASE DONATE HERE
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RULES AND GUIDES
1. THINGS I WILL NOT DRAW : NSFW, Underage Characters, Incest, humans, Backgrounds, complex poses, shading
2. I can draw busts (15.00 USD) or Full Body (30.00 USD). Every Added Character will be 5.00 USD more.
3. Once you send in the form you can not change details, so please make sure you have everything you want on the first go.
4. I will send you WIPs if you request it.
5. DO NOT REMOVE MY SIGNATURE! And when you do post the art please link back to my page, it would be VERY helpful and keep me drawing.
6. I will not ask for payment until the final piece is done!
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Oh Valentine's day, when love is in the air. Would you pretty Maggie give me a chance that's fair? Give me a chance to do the art. Of winning a place on your frozen heart.
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