#made this before his design update. maybe ill make one with his new costume later

[choco-court]

Seeing someone else's Wake fanart just reminded me i have this and im still proud of it so im posting it now!

[novarasalas]

Project Menu – Updated January 2019

If I make it all public, maybe I’ll actually focus on them out of some sort of sense of obligation.

Writing – Creative Works

Hunk and Keith fic, one shot – takes place in Season 3. Hunk can’t sleep and uses kitchen work as a coping method. Status: notes written down, first draft secured.

Heith fic, multi chapter – Keith is a photographer in a new city. Hunk owns a new restarurant. Light on conflict, this fic focuses on coming to terms with emotions and obligations.  Status: notes being written.

Hunkade fic, a trio – Three fics that take place in canon and shall prove to be sexy. Status: notes written, draft in progress.

Shiro fic, one shot – A fic detailing Shiro’s life before being captured by the Galra. Emphasis on dealing with the realities of chronic illness and navigating relationships. Status: Notes being written.

Blade of Marmora fic, one shot – Following Kolivan, and exploration of how the Blades came to be and the sacrifices they’ve made along the way. Status: notes written, draft started.

The Shiro one came to me one night and grew into something else entirely. From there, I entertained the idea of an AU where Adam survives, and they have a chat when Shiro returns. They don’t get back together. Then I thought that maybe from there, Adam could maybe spot a cute, young communications officer in the Atlas crew crowd and...I’m not going to give that a ship name, but I’m tired of the fighting. Let them all kiss each other.

This fic might get written, but I’ve put it on the backburner for when I get more of the others finished.

Writing – Other Works

Second Look Reviews – I’ve been dragging my feet on this one. The first episode of S8 made me so happy. But knowing where it all ends up...I’m not quite ready to be hurt again.

Personal piece about chronic illness and Shiro – To be fair, it has way less to do with Shiro and far more to do with the way that non-ill people consider people and characters who are sick. I thing was said, again, that I found hurtful. So I’m gonna put my feelings out there.

Other projects

I’m going to reopen my Etsy store. I’ve caught an inspiration bug, and the other day I made an Allura themed chain-wrap bracelet with swarovski crystals. I can’t show it to you, because tow days later I dropped it at the doctors office. But trust me, it was neat.

Cosplay things

I’ve been wanting to do more with costumes. Here’s the things I know for sure I’m doing:

Noctis – I’ve got almost all the supplies, time to get on it.

Keith – to match my friends Pidge. Haven't started on this one, but my plans are...fancy. Fancier than his canon outfit.

Other ideas to fill out a three day con event:

Biker/80s rocker/bosozoku design of Jasper from Steven Universe.  A girl with massive shoulders? She was made for me to cosplay.

Y’all go me considering Honerva. Don’t know how that’ll go, but I’ll take a look.

Rework my fancy Aqua costume to be more practical, in a general sense and for specific illness purposes. I mean..it looked great, but it all had to come off I i needed to pee. No bueno.

I also need to find more cons to go to. I’ve been laid up with illness for too long, I need to get out and experience the world again.

And that’s about it. Fairly ambitious of me, considering my lack of activity in the past year. I’m feeling hopeful, though.

[rebelwheels-blog]

Little Sparrow Freed From Its Cage

September 24, 2018

Per aspera ad astra - Through adversity to the stars

Hello there everyone! I have quite a bit of news to share with all of you lovely readers, as it has been quite a while since my last update. Hopefully my writing habits will be a bit more consistent now, due to the main reason I am writing this update. So grab a cup of tea, or coffee for you Americans, and be prepared for a lengthy blog entry.

Commencement to Independence

For the longest time, it was my belief that graduation was just another event where I would only witness others experience the joy of being released from the dictatorship of homework and the school setting.

Much of my student experience has been infringed upon due to various circumstances; whether illness was to blame, being placed in classes my superiors wrongly believed I belonged, or unwillingly leaving the only place I called home, as well as exiting the lives of many I held and hold close in my heart.

Not everyone experienced the same scenario as I did, which is wonderful. Even so, for much of my life there was a common denominator.

Adversity.

Due to my disability, my experiences and memories of the school setting are extremely unconventional.

Which leads to the less self-pitying part of my screed. If it weren’t for all those obstacles, and more, throughout my existence as a student, graduation would not grant me the same satisfaction and pride as it does now to declare to you all that I am no longer a high school student. September 21, 2018 was the day I was set free.

Although there are plenty of memories I have to look back on that made my school days less dreary, so I shall not admit that every second of my years at school were terrible, as I had the good fortune of making a few friends along the way as well as learning some lessons that allowed me to grow as a person.

So I thank all of you who have stuck with me through the good times and the not so good times, because I couldn’t have made it here without you.

I’d especially like to thank my first teacher who set me on the right path to homeschooling. You know who you are, with your huge green duffel bag full of wonderful toys each day as we sat in the garden room. Thank you for always being there for me academically and as a friend. You mean the universe to me.

Every experience and every person that one encounters affects the future, individually and worldly, good or bad, long or short. Because, who knows? Maybe one day someone who experienced something they perceived as awful will change the life of another so someone else will never experience what was already lived through by another.

Celebration?

To celebrate this momentous occasion, my grandmother and I designed what would normally have been the top of my cap to go along with my gown.

Then we made a message in a bottle, with the message being the poem The Road Not Taken as it is our favorite poem.

But the most important component to all of this is the timing of everything that has unfolded over the past few weeks.

Enjoy the first ever gif I have ever created, of course it’s to do with Stephen

I managed to finish the last of my exams the day directly before my grandmother’s birthday, which was coincidentally purposefully happened to be on my cousin’s birthday. Then, on Friday, I was officially set free from my classes on the birthday of my great grandfather. Everything took place over the course of three days, and three birthdays of three people that mean the world to me.

Funnily enough, exactly one week to the day, another event unfolded spontaneously. I was granted the most amazing graduation gift. A friend, a very old friend, of tremendous significance and value to me. We had not seen each other in almost nine years, but we always kept in touch. Last Wednesday, we broke our hiatus and had lunch together with our grandparents. I felt like I was in a dream. I couldn’t believe we were even in the same room. He has seen my old self, my pathetic self, and my happy self, and he never left. He’s one of a kind and I don’t know what I would do without him. Making him laugh after taking a nervous drink of water while we were at lunch and burping due to my liquid consumption was one of the highlights of our visit together. Hopefully we won’t have such a lengthy hiatus between seeing each other again, which neither of us believe will happen. I already can’t wait to see him again.

Then on the Saturday following that Wednesday, I swam with my other best friend who happened to come home from college that weekend. I honestly don’t remember the last time we just chilled out in the pool, or anywhere, and hung out like two normal teenage girls. Granted I did complain quite a bit about school work after we got out and had lunch, but that wasn’t the entire visit. It felt so normal to just hang out with my best friend, and I can’t thank you enough (you know who you are if you’re reading this). I couldn’t have asked for a better way to finish my classes.

But graduation is supposed to be a big deal, right? A huge celebration is supposed to take place, right? Well, I honestly have no idea how else to celebrate my accomplishment. I would love to have a party and do something the way everyone else does, but many of my friends and family live far, far away. So out goes that idea... Nevertheless, if no other celebration takes place, I am forever grateful for being able to visit with my friend from New Jersey thanks to his and my grandparents.

Moving Forward

Now that I have soooo much time on my hands, I don’t know what to do with it! Well, I do, but it’s only been almost a week since I finished my classes and it’s still rather odd. I spent the weekend creating and improving a sort of sketch that puts together my Halloween costume. Yes, I’ll be 19 by then and many will say I’m too old to do Halloween, but you know what? Adults are allowed to dress up and have fun too. Halloween is not just about the candy, well not to me anyway. To me, it’s about letting yourself be free to be whatever you want to be for one day of the year. As it seems that it is only socially acceptable to dress up when one is an adult around Halloween, if one were to dress up any other day of the year you end up being labeled as a psychopath.

Okay, maybe not a psychopath, but anyone dressed up as a character or dramatic makeup is worn outside a concert, theatre club, comic convention, or Halloween, etc., side glances and glares will be made.

I decided that I will be dressing up as my own version of Sherlock, as long coats are as much of a pain to get on as a dress. I have a few components of my costume together, but I still need the hat, scarf, and maybe shoes? I may just go with a pair of short boots that I have as finding shoes in my size is an entirely different story.

I wasn’t sure if the coat I had would look Sherlockian enough, so I decided that I would put together a sketch of my outfit to see how it would look. So I put this together.

Originally, as you can see, there was no face. But I worked on it and worked on it over the past few days and this the outcome. In the beginning I did trace the undershirt, but that’s it. I figured out the rest. I’m very proud of it, as it is the first drawing I’ve done in quite a while that I haven’t gotten angry with.

Having this freedom has made me realize that after a few days of numbly looking at social media, I am suddenly craving to learn new information and I miss my math and science classes. I think that within the next week I will unconsciously start to read books again just from the slight need I’ve had to expand my knowledge again. Maybe I’ll even start writing stories again due to new knowledge, as I have written down a few ideas for short stories the past few days. In the words of a good friend, the possibilities are endless.

Spinraza News

Luckily I have school finished to get through my next injection. I was reminded that I have to go through re-approval from the insurance, making my injection date is a week later than I wanted. This week I have to get blood drawn again as well as other tests.

Speaking of tests, I had to do a strength test last week, my first one after having Spinraza. My results have to either stay the same or improve in order for the insurance company to say I can keep having Spinraza. Needless to say, I was terrified that I wasn’t going to improve due to their standards. I’ve noticed more strength in my legs than my arms, granted my right arm is noticeably stronger, but I did not anticipate the evidence the strength test would grant me.

The first test was to tear a sheet of paper. No big deal, right? Wrong. I had to try to tear a piece of paper that was folded four times. I tried and it didn’t happen. So my physical therapist unfolded it so it was in half. I believed that I was trying to tear it wrong as I was using my nail to start the tear. But I was wrong. That’s how you physically tear a sheet of paper when you pinch it. So when it cooperated and I split the paper down the middle, I was like “okay, I could totally do that before Spinraza.” Again, I was wrong. When I did the baseline test, I was able to rip the paper but only if:

it was started for me

it was a single sheet unfolded

it only ripped sideways not straight down

My physical therapist kept my old paper and showed it to me to prove that I had improved. After I saw the paper, I felt like Captain America

Go ahead, enjoy that gif because Tumblr doesn’t allow more than 10 images so that’s the last one guys

Once I completed that question of the test, the test was gravy. I was actually able to do other things as well such as:

lifting a weight I couldn’t before

completing a short maze test without stopping my pen

pressing a stupid light button and making it stay on

opening a container that was entirely too difficult when I tried six months ago

I gained 5 points in the scoring system, from 11 to 16 points. I still can’t get over it. So much has been going on the past... Well, year, honestly. Between myself and my family members, it’s been nonstop.

Well, I think I’ve written enough for this update, probably too much... But whatever, if you guys enjoy these updates you don’t mind. If you don’t enjoy them... Well... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[quicksilversquared]

Plagg and the Butterfly Costume Outtakes: Ch 7

Plagg is willing to do a lot in order to get more cheese. When he’s spotted one too many times en route to the kitchen, he decides that a disguise is in order. One purple costume later, and Plagg is free to flit down to the kitchen without people thinking that he’s a rat.

And then he gets caught.

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(AO3) (FF.net)

These days, it seemed that bad luck dogged Gabriel Agreste's footsteps, and he was fairly certain that he wasn't even being (that) dramatic in saying that.

First it had been his eye injury and that strange kwami in the house. Then the roof of his lair sprung a leak, right over where he always stood. One of the buttons for his elevator broke, and he wasted an entire day trying to fix it before discovering that one of the pieces had gone missing. The window shutters jammed partway open, letting more than a few butterflies escape while he tried to fix it (but at least no one in the streets below seemed to notice anything). His phone battery suddenly stopped charging properly. A fabric order didn't submit properly. Money had mysteriously gone missing from his wallet while he was out at a doctor's appointment to check on his still-healing eye. His elevator broke down with him on it, trapping him in a very tight place for several hours, and after he was finally freed Gabriel discovered that he had somehow gotten a virus on his computer and it had completely wiped out all of his files with the high-definition scans of the scrolls and the Miraculous book and deleted his bookmarks of the sites he had found with legends of what he thought might be past Miraculous holders. That wouldn't have been a huge deal, but somehow he had misplaced the flash drive with all of his backup scans.

At least he still had the hard copies to work with. He had been doing most of his (failed) translation attempts with one of the scrolls, and at least he still had that, not that he had really been focusing on that for a while.

Still, he had raged, fed up by the entire day. In a fit of paranoia, he demanded that Nathalie review the security camera footage. He found it hard to believe that all of his trouble was just a coincidence. He couldn't be that unlucky.

There was nothing on any of the security camera tapes. The motion detector that Nathalie had turned on when she left had not gone off. Gabriel had been forced to admit that the virus that had wiped all of the files on his Miraculous account (though thankfully not his design account, though he had that thoroughly backed up just in case something like this happened) was apparently real and was entirely his own fault thanks to him looking at somewhat dodgy websites during the course of his Miraculous research without first ensuring that his anti-malware program was actually on and up-to-date.

In the end, it didn't really matter, Gabriel reminded himself as he unlocked his safe and triple-checked that the books and scrolls were still there. There wasn't a ton of material that had been on the computer that he didn't have elsewhere, so all he had lost was his bookmarks and PDFs of assorted legends that he had found that he had thought might help him recover his wife. Even that wasn't a big deal anymore. He had long since given up the idea of trying to get Emilie back in any way except with the Ladybug and Chat Noir Miraculous, and he had memorized all of the information that he would need to know about that. Besides, he could more or less remember the few bookmarks that he was interested in that were about potential past Miraculous holders and what their powers might be, and if not he could just look them up again.

(With the anti-malware program on, of course. He wasn't going to repeat his past mistakes again.)

Of course, he had to get his computer back first before he could do that.

"Have you gotten the computer cleaned yet?" Gabriel demanded impatiently as he watched Nathalie hover over his computer, frown on her face. As far as he could tell, the virus hadn't affected his design account, but he didn't want to risk it by using his computer again until that virus was wiped from it.

"I've run six different highly-rated anti-malware programs on your computer, and none of them have found anything," Nathalie reported.

Gabriel strode over to her to peer over her shoulder. "So it's clear?"

"Not at all. Whatever virus you got is so new that the programs haven't updates to recognize it yet." Nathalie let out a huff as yet another top-of-the-line computer scan came up empty. "I might need to call in a pro to get your virus cleaned off so you can use the computer again."

Gabriel scowled. Several more hours of work lost, and he couldn't even make good use of his time because the elevator was still not in working condition, since his contractor had several other jobs to work on first.

On top of everything else, Gabriel was still puzzled by the fact that he hadn't been attacked yet. He spent every waking hour of the day (and some non-waking hours as well) paranoid and on edge, waiting for the superheroes to attack.

Nothing. It had been weeks, and still nothing had happened.

By now, Gabriel was fully convinced that Nooroo's assumption was right and it had been the turtle kwami investigating him rather than the cat kwami. He thought that maybe the Turtle holder just hadn't been able to contact Ladybug and Chat Noir, though that didn't exactly make sense considering that he must have given them their Miraculous and should have known where to find them. Perhaps he wanted to investigate Gabriel more first.

Perhaps the Turtle kwami was roaming the halls of the mansion even now, figuring out Gabriel's strengths and weaknesses. The thought made Gabriel uneasy.

Spied on, in his own home. And cameras didn't even record kwamis, which meant that he couldn't try to spot and trap the turtle kwami like that.

"Or perhaps there's been something keeping this Turtle person from contacting the superheroes," Gabriel mused that night before bed as he sipped from a glass of wine. It helped calm his jittery nerves enough for him to sleep, though he didn't drink so much that it might affect his response time should he get attacked. "If he was ill- but unless he was old, he would have recovered by now."

Nooroo swallowed the mouthful of orange he had been chewing on. "Well, if it's still the same person, which it may very well be, he'd be in his...180s, I think?"

Gabriel choked, sending red wine flying out his nose and spraying from his mouth.

"A hundred and eighty? Are you sur- wait, no, humans can't live that long. You've forgotten about the human life span. Surely it's been passed down once or twice since when you remember last."

"Turtles have the gift of longevity," Nooroo said, ignoring the way the wine Gabriel had spat out was dripping off of his face and onto the bed sheets. The kwami had (naturally) managed to dodge every last drop. "And yes, one hundred eighty is old even for a turtle, but that perhaps is because in the olden days, people became suspicious of those who lived too long, so the Turtle miraculous holders tended to pass it on long before they would have died had they kept it."

Gabriel had practically stopped listening now. "So it's possible that he's fallen seriously ill and can't talk to those pests," he mused, even as he wiped his face. "Or perhaps he died, and his bracelet and that pesky kwami was buried with him. But there's no way for me to know for sure, I suppose." Nooroo wouldn't tell him who the Turtle was (or who it had been), Gabriel knew that. His kwami occasionally passed on information when he felt like it, but that information now rarely lined up with what Gabriel really wanted to know, and no amount of bribes or threats would change that.

Perhaps all of his worries were for naught. Perhaps the only person who knew about his supervillain side activities besides Nathalie was far under the ground now, and their kwami unclaimed and inactive. But Gabriel wasn't going to let down his guard, not for one moment.

After all, his enemy could very well be lying in wait, watching for Gabriel to let his guard down so he could attack.

And Gabriel could not- would not- let him win.