#hoping to stay with the plan

[lauralifeleaf]

Plans for 2023

Hey! I wanted to thank you all for an amazing 2022. Even though it was crappy for the last few months for me personally, it was still a good year overall. That being said, I want to share with you all what I have planned (so far) for this year.

Nothing too crazy, but just what I am hoping to get done.

More Art (In General)

I already have some stuff that I started that I will be getting done before the month ends. I will say the current one I'm working on is appropriately called Double Date. After I finish that, I'm going to try and attempt to draw scenes from Another Problem. I might also start doing requests, but that is still in the air.

2. Oneshots

I am planning on writing some one-shots while I work on Another Problem so I can get some of the ideas that have been inside my head and begging to be written out. While most of them will end up featuring my OC (or some type of self-indulgence cause that's how I am) and/or Monty, I am going to attempt to write other things. One of the will be a FAZCULE one-shot, which is something that I have been planning for a while; I am nervous about how I will do.

3. Posting in general

This is self-explanatory, but I wanna improve on posting stuff more often. As you can see, I mainly just reblog stuff from mutuals and stuff, I wanna actually post what I am thinking and stuff. I am going to at least aim to post one piece of art each month, as well as some form of writing. That way, I feel like I am being somewhat productive and not putting too much pressure on myself (seeing as I already have enough on my plate with IRL stuff).

That's the main things I'm going to do this year. That being said, here's to a great year!

Also, the inbox is always open if you ever wanna chat or get to know me/my au better! 😊

[ruubesz-draws]

New comic series featuring the Godzilla Brothers and Mothra :) Will we finally get to see Minus One and Mothra's first meeting?

Stay tuned!

Part 1

I nearly made a dumbass mistake lol:

[kurah]

I've never played ff7 before and just beat the remake and it seems like every scene between them is a horror movie for cloud and a meet cute for sephiroth. anyways

[madootles]

watched over the garden wall today for the first time! I love u horror fantasy mystery genre

[equill]

Reuniting with a distorted past.

Extra:(New personality tested gone wrong)

wanted to play with rin living in the aftermath aus aswell and had these drawings laying around to share so yay

Panel 1: Was buried alive.

Comic 1: Who are you supposed to be?

new friends

Comic 2: Misguided protection.

obito still sensing the warning signs of rin losing her temper. anyways they proceeded to be dragged into the ocean by rin like some sea monster

Comic 3: Finding out (Now what will you do?)

obito is harshly brought back from his delusions because now its not just kushina but rin too who he needs to ripped out the tail beast from

[ch1zzie]

The original in the bottom

Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny

[badassindistress]

do you perhaps have a pattern for that gentleman's corset? asking for a friend

Hi!

Unfortunately, I do not have a pattern to give you, but I do have a way for you/your friend to draft your own.

(If you really do just want a ready pattern, I'm pretty sure my #binding stays or #flattening stays tags include some etsy shops that have binders with corsetry methods)

I'm presuming you are here because that 5 year old post of the binder with elizabethan stays method is going around again (left). I've also since made a pair of stays that flatten nicely as well (right).

The left pattern was drafted with the free Custom Corset Pattern Generator from elizabethancostume.net. You just input a little extra breathing room in the waist and the bust measurement you can comfortably squish your chest down to.

However, that was many years ago and I have since had more success using a Mariah Pattie's circular drafting technique. It has so much less measuring and math and it gave me a better fit.

Here's my post on that technique, along with her video.

And here's my post amending that to a binder instead of stays.

In short, all you need is:

a large piece of paper

a string

a pen

a measuring tape and

the measurement of your waist circumference

the measurement of your chest bound down circumference

the measurement of the vertical distance between your waist and chest.

You draw out the pattern following the video + my explanation post (this takes me about 30 minutes vs the hour or two for drafting the usual way). Then I make it longer with a cm or two at the bottom and at least 3 cm on top. One change I've made since that post was to pinch out a little dart at the arms to make it lie smoother under clothes. One day I'm going to experiment with adding straps to this design, but today is not that day.

I kept mine quite low, because I wanted a 18th century round chested look, but with straps and longer stays you could probably go flatter (depending on how much you have to flatten of course).

This is what it looks like under a waistcoat tailored according to a menswear manual:

i'll also drop here the posts of other people who've I've talked about their binders using corsetry and tailoring methods: horsehair canvas summer binder, there's another one about how convenient ribbons are for easy adjustment but i can't find it (EDIT: found it!)

Good luck and do let me know if you've advanced this research any further!

[okoilo]

gloomy bear super sonico!!

[canisalbus]

I was on Pinterest this morning and I saw this and went “MACHETE wait- he wouldn’t drink from a puddle even in an apocalypse” then I’m like- apocalypse machete wouldn’t last five minutes, he’d cringe at the thought of mud getting on his heels(tm) and Vasco would probably act like a hunting dog, he might do pretty well ina full on apocalypse or war or something, and he would carry machete over all the mud puddles Q^Q

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[osamusriceballs]

Last-Minute Plans

Ushijima x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW (cockwarming, rather soft)

Words: ~ 1,5 k

About: Wakatoshi got a ring for you, and he needs to make sure it fits.

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved Wakatoshi-kun~

"It fits,"

he mumbles with a sigh of relief, one he hadn't realized he was holding. He looks contently at the jewelry now adorning your ring finger.

Ushijima knows that he's late with this. He should have attempted this plan a long time ago; he despises last-minute actions. Lately, however, you've insisted on waiting until he returns home late from practice due to extended training sessions just before the crucial match, making it impossible for him to secretly slip that ring onto your finger to see if it fits. He's aware he hasn't been giving you the time you deserve lately, but he's determined to make it up as soon as he can. He intends to spoil you as soon as the match is over and his schedule finally allows him to have more free time, treating you like the princess you are.

He had nearly abandoned the idea of trying the ring on your finger. He considered simply hoping for the best, planning to alter the ring quickly after proposing if it didn't fit. He knows you wouldn't have minded, but he wanted this moment to be perfect. The first difficulty he had encountered, however, was that you had rings in various sizes in your jewelry box- probably for different fingers, but even after sorting through them, he was still not convinced that he chose the right size.

Relief washes over him as he sees the ring fitting comfortably, and for a short moment, he envisions your future together. He dreams of having you sleep beside him every night, of going on the vacation you've always dreamed of, and of giving you the beautiful wedding ceremony you've always wanted. He's already asked Tendou to be his best man and informed his parents of his plans. He even decided to send his father a notice that his son will be getting married soon—hopefully.

The ring looks stunning on your hand. It's noticeable yet subtly elegant. He's confident you'll love it; you've often praised his taste, describing him as simple in his choices, which you adore.

His gaze drifts to your peaceful sleeping form. You must be exhausted not to have woken up yet. Normally, you'd wait until he returns or awaken when he quietly lies down beside you, an act he's yet to master. You'd always greet him with a tender kiss, a gesture he cherishes most during his days and misses the most when he's away. Yet, you sleep soundly, your face soft, breathing steady. You're wearing one of his shirts, the old Shiratorizawa jersey you claim is the comfiest—adorable on you, he agrees.

He's fairly certain you're wearing only flimsy panties beneath, but he'll take his sweet time tomorrow to explore every inch of your body.

"Toshi," your sleepy voice pulls him from his daydreams, and he quickly hides the ring, clutching your hand in his. You stir, turning towards him, brows furrowing as you reach out blindly.

"Y/n, go back to sleep. It's late," he murmurs in a soothing tone, knowing you find his voice calming.

"I missed you," you groan, squinting your eyes as you try to make out his face in the dimly lit room.

"I missed you too," he replies, smiling softly and leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile in return, bringing your free hand to his cheek, a bit clumsily—almost slapping his face, but he doesn't mind; he is simply happy having you close.

"You haven't shaved today," you mumble as you caress his cheek. He hums in response. "I forgot. Does it bother you?"

"No, it doesn't. But you never forget to shave. What was on your mind today?"

You, he thinks, but for once, he refrains from sharing his thoughts. He needs to distract you, to take back the ring unnoticed. How you haven't noticed it so far surprises him.

"I was thinking about…" he begins, his voice trailing off, unsure how to respond without you getting suspicious.

"Wakatoshi, come to bed. You seem really tired," you yawn, and he suddenly knows what he needs to do.

Ushijima leans down to kiss you again, this time deepening the kiss with more passion. He feels your response, your body arching into his touch, your lips moving in sync with his.

"Toshi," you're already breathless after a few kisses, and he finally feels your hand relax, fingers intertwining with his with the metal still on your finger. He typically holds your hand more firmly, but now he keeps his grip gentle, ensuring you don't feel the ring on your finger. With his free hand, he traces the hem of your shirt, his fingers gliding beneath the fabric, encountering the softness of your skin.

"Want you, but I'm tired," you whisper against his lips, prompting him to nuzzle against your neck. "Should I pleasure you? Should I make you feel full?" You moan softly and weakly nod, your eyes barely open in the dark room. Unbeknownst to you, a wave of relief washes over him. This may not be going exactly as he planned, but making love to you with the ring already on your finger is better than he could have imagined.

He quickly runs through potential scenarios in which he could smoothly slide the ring off your finger, deciding to position himself behind you while maintaining a hold on your hand in front of your body. Shifting his body weight, he maneuvers behind you until his chest presses against your back. He skillfully settles beneath the blanket without releasing your hand, making sure not to tighten his grip around your fingers. His lips find your neck, where he places the gentlest kisses against your skin, earning the softest, most beautiful moans from your lips. His hips begin to rhythmically move against your backside, and he feels how he hardens in his pants.

You contently hum while you lean into his touch, raising one leg to allow him to slip his thigh between yours. "Feels good," you murmur as he starts a grinding motion against your pussy. He feels his growing need, a nearly instinctive response to your body. His earlier suspicion about you wearing only his shirt and panties appears accurate; that much he notices when his shorts ride up and his bare thigh grinds against your cunt. As much as he wants the feeling of your bare skin against his, he knows that undressing might raise too much suspicion. Instead, he guides his free hand downward, gently tracing circles against your clothed center.

"You're so perfect. So beautiful. I love you so much," he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder in his arms. Your grip on his hand tightens, while your other hand softly clutches the sheets. He understands your needs. Grateful that he's still wearing the soft shorts, he pushes them down slightly, quickly freeing his cock.

"Should I use some lube?" he asks, concern lacing his voice, worried about hurting you since he hasn't fully prepared you yet—a truly challenging task when ensuring your hand remains held and he can only use one hand properly.

"Think I'm wet enough," you mumble, and he dips two fingers between your folds to confirm, and he is rewarded with enough arousal to forget about his worries.

As much as he wants to ravish you right now, he knows you would probably drift off to sleep if he makes love to you tenderly—so that's precisely what he does. He gently spreads your legs further with his thigh, allowing his cock to rest between your legs. It has almost become a routine for him to set aside your panties and gradually ease his cock inside you- a practice that you often do after he comes home late from his practice sessions.

A breathy moan escapes your lips at the stretch, and he feels his own body tensing at the sensation of your soft walls around him. He continues to push until he's fully inside of you. You always take him so well—it feels breathtaking to be buried deep inside you. He still hopes you'll succumb to sleep in this embrace, even though he's surely wide awake himself.

"Feels good," you hum, your breathing gradually returning to a steady rhythm. He pulls you closer, inhaling the soothing flowery scent of your hair- a scent that always brings him comfort and calms his mind when he can't seem to rest. You might not fully grasp how much he loves you—how every fiber of his being yearns for you, how he wishes for you to be happy and to be his. This is precisely why he plans to propose to you tomorrow and to place the ring back on your finger. You wouldn't refuse him on his birthday, would you?

"Sleep well, my love."

[patrickztump]

these are the last blues we’re ever gonna have, let’s see how deep we get…

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Ruki and Yui Clear File Folder

[thankstothe]

[whumblr]

Nuanced

Crossed out - Continued from ch.5 - Prologue

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All worries and what-ifs accumulated over the day coiled together into a big ball of fear, bouncing heavily in his stomach now that he stood in front of Nero’s office door.

Lucas tried to expel the worries with a large exhale. He didn’t need what-ifs. He knew perfectly well he was going to sleep with a black eye tonight. That is… if he made it that far and if sleep could still be considered sleep or if it slipped into a more permanent state of unconsciousness. Like a coma. Or—

He knocked. Because not going in would probably be even worse.

“Enter.”

The low voice rumbling through the door made him tense up, but Lucas pushed through, tilting himself up, ignoring the weight increasing in his stomach.

“Warden Mathison,” he forced out as greeting. Nero sat at his desk, wearing his white button-up. Leaving Lucas to assume that he went out today.

“Ah, Varga. Right on time.”

Yeah, he didn’t need to push his luck by being a few seconds late. Lucas closed the door and glanced around.

The office was larger than he’d expected. Or maybe his expectations were now just a little skewed, having gotten used to the tiny living arrangements in this place. Nero’s desk was directly on the right as he entered, leaving a large space ahead up to the windows, probably overseeing the courtyard. The arrangement made sense; Nero didn’t seem like someone who would sit with his back to the window.

Lucas was, however, more interested in other details. The file cabinets lining the wall next to the desk, for example. How he wished to flip through the contents, probably chockful of evidence of every infringement of human rights over the years. Not to mention there was a phone on Nero’s desk. And a computer. Should Nero ever make the mistake of leaving him alone in here, or better, if he could break his way in here, the first thing he’d do was try to contact Ava. Now all he needed was the key to the warden’s office. And the determination to get straight up murdered in this room because Nero wouldn’t take kindly to it…

Still. There were lifelines.

Nero stood, slowly rounding his desk, letting his hand rest on a piece of paper that he slid to the front of the desk.

“Your letter of representation. Only needs your signature.” He deliberately placed a pen next to it and took a step back, giving Lucas something that gave the illusion of space. The oppressive aura of silent expectations, however, remained, pressing up against him.

Lucas ignored it, gingerly stepped closer and scanned the letter. They hadn’t used his full name. Something Ava would immediately pick up on. That is, if he ever were to sign this thing and if she’d ever get to see it.

“I don’t know why you need this.” He put the letter back onto the desk. “There’s never even gonna be a trial, is there?”

Nero gave a wry smile. “We need it for the paper trail,” he merely said, not answering the question, which gave Lucas all he needed. “See it as a formality.”

“I still refuse.”

“I see.”

Lucas registered the hand on the back of his head. But what happened after was a blur.

Without warning, Nero slammed him forward, doubling him over, ramming him face first into the desk.

It was like getting hit by a wrecking ball. The shock blasted through him, rattled his brain, turned his legs to mush. Before he could even slump over, the hand on his head slid down to the collar of his shirt, and not only held him up but threw him backwards across the room.

He crashed into the floor with a sharp cry. Barely had the presence of mind to see Nero take a large step towards him. And he kicked him right in his stomach.

He spewed the air from his lungs. Coughed. Retched. Slammed a hand flat to the floor, as if bracing to launch himself up, away, back, whatever way to safety. But his body refused to follow and he collapsed on his front, twisting in pain, protecting his torso. But a second blow didn’t come.

Nero simply loomed over him, watching him, expression neutral but tainted with the barest hint of disdain.

Lucas couldn’t help it and scooted back, drew in a shaky breath. The little breather didn’t give much of a break. In fact, it allowed his body to catch up with what happened. Pain slammed into him, like another full body blow, starting with his head. It felt like his forehead was going to explode. A piercing pain kept repeatedly stabbing from the inside out, throbbing where Lucas was sure a new huge bump was going to form.

“So, what,” he wheezed, “You’re gonna— You’re just gonna beat me until I sign?!”

“It’s a little more nuanced than that,” Nero said. “As I said, you are also here to learn about the rules.”

Lucas curled up with a hiss, head pounding spreading pain with every heartbeat. God, yes, please, he much preferred a lecture about the rules.

“It’s quite simply, really,” Nero said, stepping past him like he was dirt on the floor and pretended to look out the window. “The basic rule here is, you do as you’re told. And right now, you are breaking that mother of rules. So, naturally, there are consequences.”

“Nuanced,” Lucas scoffed, glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn’t get another kick in the back. He sat up, clasping an arm around his stomach, face twisting in pain, voice warping along with it. “Potayto, potahto, really. You’ll just keep going until I do what you want!”

Nero, hands clasped behind his back, turned back to him. “There is one thing that can help you avoid all this.”

He swiftly stepped forward, pulled the baton from his belt and in one movement swung full force at Lucas’ head.

Lucas flinched hard. Fell back, made himself as small as possible and threw his hands over his head.

But the expected blow didn't hit home. The baton stopped merely an inch from his cheekbone. A shocked silence. Then a shivery exhale of relief escaped him.

“That’s it.” Nero straightened back up. “Fear. It’s already taken a hold of you.”

“I wouldn't—“ Lucas took a deep breath to get some air back into his lungs and the squeak out of his voice. “I wouldn’t call an automatic physical response fear now.”

“It doesn't matter what you call it. It’s the first step. Only the first... and it will keep growing. Spreading its roots further and further, until it makes your limbs still, your knees buckle, and finally spreading up until your mind succumbs. By then you’ll have learned that talking back only brings you more pain, and how much easier it is to just follow the rules.”

“You mean obey.”

Nero shrugged. “Potayto, potahto,” he echoed. “You can fight it, of course. Cut off those roots that pull you down. But you’ll only make things harder on yourself. It’s easier to just let the fear take you. Let it protect you.”

Lucas shakily got to his knees. But when he planted a foot under him to straighten up again, the baton came down lightly, resting on his shoulder, warning him to stay put. He snarled. “I will keep fighting it.” And he swiped the baton from his shoulder, getting back up.

Nero merely gave a single solemn nod and raised the baton again, preparing for a backhanded swing. “Then I will see to it manually until you get it.”

This time he didn’t hold back. The baton crashed against his face. Lucas cried out, twisted away. Tensed every muscle back from its mushy state to remain upright. He stumbled back, hunching over, panting hard.

He watched as Nero’s fist tightened around the baton, preparing another backhand strike. He drew up, raised his arms to catch the strike in the palm of his ha—

A sharp blast in his stomach caught him completely by surprise. He coughed out a shocked yelp of pain. His body completely locked up, arm still up. Instead of aiming up at his face, Nero had merely given a sharp jab. He glanced down, to the baton in Nero’s fist resting against his abdomen, up to Nero’s cold grey eyes.

Only when Nero’s fist retreated, and the end of the baton poking out of said fist dug free from his stomach, he collapsed to his knees. He folded over, forehead nearly touching the ground, and he rocked back and forth, groaning and cursing in pain.

The baton tapped on his shoulder. The tip slid down, rested under his chin, and forced his head up. He followed, eyes watering, squeezed half shut, until he locked with Nero’s unimpressed gaze.

“But we don’t have to go this way. Every night,” Nero crooned, lightly turning the baton. “Think it over. Tonight. You are going to sign it eventually. It would be a shame if you would lose some bodily function over something easily avoided.”

He stepped back, put the baton back on his belt, and gestured for Lucas to get up.

“Go get some rest and tomorrow, we’ll try again.”

Lucas, not fully trusting there wouldn’t be another blow, shakily got up on his knees.

“Come on, you’re fine. Get up.” Nero grabbed him hard by the arm and pulled him up. “And if you’re not…” He shoved him towards the door. “Then you’ll know what to do tomorrow.”

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[dynamic-dingo]

A little angry

Darker colors for this style, fitting for this panel. I tried to make it menacing and used red. I like it.

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…