#crecious

I've had several people message me about the newest activity from Maia and so here we go:

Maia (Crecious) has become more active on furaffinity these days and has decided to try selling a YCH (Your Character Here) of 9/11: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/28939199/

Now in general, I've seen art done of tragedies such as these but usually for charity, self emotion/expression, or someone commissioned them specifically for it but I'm not sure the thought process behind making a YCH.

In my personal opinion, this is in poor taste but at the same time, there isn't a real intention for offense which is even stated in the description:

So I will have to chalk this one up as just a bad idea. Honestly, if this was just a vent piece or something honorary, it'd be a really nice bit of art.

However, I do find an issue with the fact the background is near an exact copy of a picture taken by someone else and no link out credit is given for that photo. Also that 90% of the art for sale is that copy and not her original art. Even if this was art done for free it is wrong to not at least link the original photo.

To sum up:

On one hand, this is tactless, lazy, inappropriate, and an attempt to profit off a tragic event (and another's work).

I have been, until a few days ago, Maia’s friend for almost a 5 year span, nearly uninterrupted. There have, however, been times when we “stopped talking” and yet I still kept coming back when she inevitably realized that she needed me for something after all. For that reason, I’m sending this to you now. It’s my way of finally burning this bridge that I keep crossing back over like some kind of damned fool.

You may know me as the original writer for Tardispony, the original creator of “Ginger Doctor”. The same one from whom she usurped control of the project without my consent, etc, etc, I think you all mostly know the story. Those of you who don’t… well, don’t trouble yourself too much in looking for it. It’s only one drop in the proverbial ocean of misery that Maia has left in her wake as she charges headlong through people like a bull in a china shop. 

Let me tell you, though, that the Ginger Doctor incident was one thing she did that she sincerely regretted, but not because it hurt me… no. In retrospect I know why she regretted it. She regretted it because she couldn’t find anyone else who was willing to work with her on any of her projects. She refused to acknowledge that she could ever be at fault, and was just generally a miserable person to work with; it was obviously that all these other writers are just horrible. 

In my naivety and my late-teens to early-twenties arrogance, that’s what I really wanted to believe. I was just that good. She played me like a fiddle, truth be told, and I think I’ve known it for a while now, but only recently come to accept it. There were too many things that went wrong in my five years of friendship with this person to be able to recount all of them. I’m sure I’ve even forgotten a lot of them myself. 

So, let me fill you in with the tiniest little bit of backstory. 

I. Am not good with people. I have trouble reading them, I have trouble understanding them, and I find prolonged interaction with them to be extremely tiring. I’m an introvert’s introvert, and make no bones about the fact that my proclivity for solitude has left me somewhat more socially inept than most. For the majority of the five year time I have described, I had at most 3 friends at a time. Most often, just two. For a brief, particularly terrible span of time about a year ago, only one. 

The reason I bring this up at all is to lend context to the events I’m about to detail, which preceded the final crescendo that compelled me to leave this entire half-decade long chapter of my life behind in a smoldering pile of ash and regret. To some of you this may seem insignificant, but consider it the straw that broke the camel’s back. 

Around January, I found a new friend via Discord, and by pure happenstance it turned out he was in the same state as me. Just a few short miles, in fact. Naturally, we started hanging out, and that one new friend turned into several new friends. Soon enough I was invited to join in on a Pathfinder game, because nerds bond over nerdy things. 

Maia and I had been Roleplaying partners for the entire time I’d known her. She’d become more than a little possessive of me. One night while I was enjoying the game with my new friends, she asked why I hadn’t been responding to her as much – a common complaint whenever I was doing anything except paying attention to her – and I replied honestly that I was playing Pathfinder, which I described as being “like DnD”. 

To say she went ballistic would be a massive understatement. She went on an hours-long tirade about how much she hated tabletop roleplaying games because someone once kicked her out of one (or some other equally vapid reasoning), at the conclusion of which she told me that I could either play Pathfinder, or keep talking to her, but not both. 

I, however, surmised that there was no way for her to tell if I was still playing pathfinder or not. So, in an effort to simultaneously keep her happy and also continue spending time with my friends, I persisted in going to weekly game nights. Unsurprisingly, she was none the wiser. It’s almost as if, like I said to her, what game someone else plays in private and in their free time has no impact whatsoever on other people. Curious, isn’t it? 

Now, fast forward another few months to more or less the present. Pathfinder has really brought together a fun group of friends for me. A few of us run our own private game via Discord with more casual, daily sessions. I don’t stop talking with Maia altogether, but I do start doing things in my life besides just talking to Maia. I start going out to be social in public with my friends, I start going out for dinner, I start trying to train myself to get a good quality job instead of the usual dead-end stuff I’ve lived on for years. Things are looking up for me, and even my depression (a companion of mine since I was 13, amounting to twelve years time as of this writing) has started to get better. This, to me, seems like something where a friend would be overjoyed, no? 

I understand that people have their own issues, and I won’t get into her private issues too much since they have no relevance to this post, but I will say that she was so absorbed in her own issues that she couldn’t even congratulate me. Instead, she took my good fortune as a slight against her, and began to berate me. 

This was the moment when I’d had enough, and finally told her in no uncertain terms that I was done. 

That was the 10th. I waited this long to be absolutely sure that I want to burn this bridge, and I do. My life has only gotten better since no longer having her in it. By posting this here, I state my unequivocal intent to never, ever let this toxic human being back into my life for any reason. She lies, she deceives, she uses, and she blames her own victims when they call her out on it. She seeks out those who are vulnerable or ignorant, and preys on them like a parasite. 

To any reading this who may have just found Maia, take it from someone who spent half of a decade obstinately sticking by her side and doing everything in his mediocre power to make her life easier. 

Run, don’t walk, away.

Proof is available to the moderators of this blog upon request.

Yeah, it's me again, the former Ginger Doctor writer. 

As if I needed another reason to stay away from Maia... I just read through the archive in earnest. It took me a few days since I can't just sit down and read it all at once, but ... Jesus. 

The things she's done to all these other people. The undeniable proof she just chooses to ignore instead of answering, because there is no honest answer other than self-incrimination.

What's worse -- for me on a personal level, that is; it doesn't compare in the grand scheme of shit she's done -- was reading several posts including two of some of the earliest posts here and finding out how she talked about me to people behind my back. 

I never talked like that about her to people. I never called her a loser, or called her any of the things she called me or the others who were trying to work under her constant whip-cracking.

I finally understand. Maia... has no friends. She has tools to be used until they break, when they will be discarded and replaced. 

I'll stop bothering you now, but I want to say publicly that I apologize for everything I ever said against this blog, against its owner, and against so many other people who have contributed here.

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Thank You for taking the time to read everything! Please know you are not a bother at all and you are very welcome to chat always! I also thank you for the apologies and know they are fully accepted.

It really is amazing just how many people don't actually read the blog and just roll their eyes thinking "Oh she can't possibly be that bad of a person." Or start accusing me of 'mud flinging' and such but since these new posts, I've had quite a few people message me that they did start to read and are absolutely stunned.

Every question I've been asked demanding proof tells me they haven't read a thing. The answers yall seek are posted here. Take some time and actually read. I know there's a lot but there is a reason.

The length of this blog shows just how many people were affected by her and that is just a fraction. There are many others who haven't made posts for whatever reason but have reached out to me and chatted. It is astounding, really, and I feel worry and sadness for the others she will affect in the future. <\p>

Funny how she wants justice for when someones steals from her, but it’s totes okay when she ignores every call for her to return or compensate what she stole.

After reading what her new victim had been through, I go and look at Maia’s new alt’s twitter. She’s made a new sob story for herself.

If you click the link, it goes on this wholly unecessary sphiel about her having panic attacks. It just reeks of unwarranted self importance, attention seeking, and knowing Maia’s MO, just makes her feel above people for having the alleged condition. In case she deletes it, I saved the post in full.

Considering what we know now from more recent sources, I am inclined to agree with this submission. Maia has, time and time again, used posts like these to seek attention from those she preys on, and from unsuspecting good natured people. It’s posts like these that do it.

However, if you were her victim, or know how she acts and who she is as a person, you can see how socially narcissistic she comes across in these kinds of posts. I hope people are wiser to this, and do not fall for such acts.

Maia tromping on Facebook now, though I’m sure you have to use your real name to have a profile.

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I first would like to offer you a giant hug. No one should ever be treated like that and honestly that just shows how little she respected/cared about you as a 'friend' let alone a person. Being Ace is NOT something to be pitied. It is a part of who you are and how you feel but I'm sure it also isnt ALL that defines you either.

It bothers me on multiple levels to even imagine someone taking photos of their partner naked and offering to share them with someone they dont know, I'd guess without their knowledge as well but I would have to ask her exs to be sure. That is disgusting and a MAJOR breach of privacy and trust.