creative time projects

that one au where eren and mikasa are kpop idols and they cross paths at the airport and decide to walk together because they don’t get to see each other often so this is always rewarding for them (◕‿◕✿).

permission to post. eremika commission art by @lolakasa ღ !


I’ve stated before that I was planning to start my comic this year, but 2017 is not looking likely anymore because my game is still in the thick of development and I took on a couple extra freelance projects that eat up the rest of my creative time and energy. Three projects at once is my creative limit, so I gotta get these other things done before I can focus on my comic again. With that said, the next time I post I hope to have better news


It’s a revolution, not a war;

London, in the early 1900′s. Lady Morgana Pendragon is the highly controversial daughter of the Conservative leader The Rt Hon. Sir Uther Pendragon, MP. It has been widely speculated by the tabloids that the Lady Morgana is secretly funding the suffragettes movement. It would seem where the Lady Morgana would go she would attract attention from her bold fashion reflecting her general demeanour to her choice of “companion” with the young Miss Guinevere Leodegrance, a once servant to the Pendragons, now with the help of the Lady Morgana a sensation in London’s affluent music scene. 

On the other side of the Spectrum the working class are rising in the form of the Labour party, the leader is rumoured to be the opposition’s own wayward son, The Rt Hon. Arthur Pendragon, MP. who gave up his titles after his rebellion. Mister Pendragon is often criticised for the position due to his privileged upbringing, most publicly by a certain reporter by the name of Mister Merlin Emrys. Mister Emrys is The Guardian’s most favoured reporter, whose wish with the help of his undercover colleague Miss Mithian Nemeth it is to expose the Lady Morgana’s affair with Miss Guinevere, in the hope to use the scandal to bring upon an uprising against the Aristocracy for a modern Britain.  

*hugs you all*


My necessary medical device was denied - because it happens to also be a form of birth control, and I’m a bit peeved.

Thanks to an intrauterine device I received in October 2011, my life improved dramatically. I was 22, and for the past decade had been experiencing migraines at an increasing frequency and debilitating rate. As soon as I began my period when I was 12, childhood headaches took on a raging hormonal ferocity, and menstrual cramps removed me from school for at least a few days every month - for years. The combination of these two demonic dances - the nausea brought on by dizzying, pulsating migraines and the constant, consistent, increasing cramping on my midsection - excluded me from a number of young-adult activities and social interactions, and made me (an already unruly and agitated teenager) completely impossible to be around, among other things.

But then, the IUD. Up until I tried an IUD I had experimented with nearly every other available birth control device and prescription in order to help rebalance my hormones, stifle my unnecessarily violent menstrual cramps, and quell my persistent headaches. I had the ring, the pill, the patch. With my doctor’s advice we tried anti-depressants (I wasn’t depressed), steroids, preventative seizure pills, prescription sleeping medicines, anti-anxiety drugs – all with the hope they’d damped the throbbing pain that seemed to spike in my temples between 3-7pm, every week, every month, for years. All of these medications came with side effects that were worse than the symptoms they were intended to treat. I recorded these headaches and migraines in a journal with shorthand, listing the date, day, severity (H for Headache, M for Migraine), and the migraine medication and dose ingested. Occasionally - and with more regularity - emergency room visits were recorded, as I could not hold down my oral prescriptions and required, instead, IV medications, sedatives, and narcotics for the pain. Migraines were ruining my life.

But then, the IUD. Finally, I was notified that my student healthcare insurance would cover the majority of the cost of an IUD. For $25, I could try a semi- permanent, non-hormonal device that could decrease the intensity and frequency of my periods and hopefully, just maybe, in turn, help with my hormonal headaches, too. In October 2011, I went to a clinic in Missoula, Montana, and had my IUD implanted. It went poorly. I vomited, I cried in pain. I went home and had a menstrual cycle that lasted for six months straight. But more importantly, a week after it was inserted, I had no headache. I had no cramps. I had a clear head, and I had to buy more pantyliners. That’s it. Requiring more pantyliners was the negative cost I paid for receiving my IUD.

In the five years since, I’ve advocated for and celebrated this device for the freedom it has granted me. After getting my IUD I was able to finally move on from a toxic relationship, get a new job, start my umzoology blog, and better invest my time into creative, productive projects. I applied to and was accepted for a Master’s program, was offered and accepted the opportunity to start my own YouTube show, was offered and accepted the chance to have my own position at a major natural history museum. And I could not have ever entertained the idea of these possibilities five years ago, on the couch, puking in an empty salad bowl, sobbing from a migraine. My IUD saved my productive life.

But my IUD had a 5-year lifespan, and I knew its time was coming. In July I called a nearby clinic - one with high reviews, covered by my insurance, and with a doctor accepting new patients - to get it replaced. I told them on the phone when making the appointment - Hi - I’ve got an IUD and its time is running out - I’d like to get it replaced. Sure, they said. We can’t see you for two months. Fine, I said. Put me on the calendar. Two days ago I called to ask, do you need me to fax my medical records from Montana? I want to make sure I get the right kind of IUD replaced. Don’t worry about it, they said. We’ll get you to sign a release form for your records at the time of your visit, they said.

I went in today for my appointment, having waited since July to see my new primary care physician. They took my copay, took my weight, and took me to a room. The nurse asked, do you drink, do you smoke, what’s your height? And then, what’s the primary focus of your visit today?

My 5-year IUD needs to be removed and replaced, I said.

She paused, then looked up at me. She said - we can remove it, but – we won’t replace it.
After a moment, she said, We’re Catholic.

I felt my face flush, my palms clam up. She asked, is that the only reason for your visit today? Of course, I said. Nobody told me on the phone when I made this appointment two months ago - or the other day. She said, oh. Perhaps someone should have told you. Is that all?

She googled “OB-GYNs” in my area and printed off a basic Google map search, telling me to “try one of these instead.” I left, fuming, embarrassed.

When I got to my computer I looked through their website, scouring it for some mention about their refusal to supply this type of medication or procedure for their patients. Instead, I read quotes about how they’ll accept any and all patients, regardless of their gender, sexuality, religion or race. But there is no explicit denial for supporting a basic, and often necessary, healthcare device for certain women.

In my appointment today there was nothing but judgement – maybe not from the particular nurse who saw me, but from the organization in general: a refusal to entertain the idea that women may employ birth control devices or medications for a reason other than what their explicit name refers them to be. There was no concession, no understanding. No questions or inquiry. The website says, feel free to come to us when you’re ready to start a family - we’d love to help with your pregnancy. But there is nothing about their willingness to assist young entrepreneurs in their journey to maintain independent, healthy lives – or anything in-between.

Instead, their website says:
“[Our clinics] provide top-quality medical services to support women’s health through each phase of life. We bring both cutting-edge services and personalized care to each community we serve, addressing the unique needs of female patients.
With award-winning facilities and providers, we believe every patient deserves the best experience possible, whether she’s having her annual mammogram or expecting her first baby…. [we are] working hard to advance women’s healthcare and improve the well-being of women.”

It’s time our healthcare systems move beyond imagining and treating women solely as childbearing vectors, and instead begin regarding our health and wellbeing seriously.

My micron pens dried out, and I looked everywhere for my Inkling, but I REALLY wanted to ink this doodle, so I just grabbed some random pen and just used it. Not as precise as I would like it ( and I have to watch myself while inking cause it smudges really easily) but it’s all good so far!