#how to draft a blazer jacket pattern

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Seamstress Yuu AU, Pt 3

| Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia |

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This Yuu was a seamstress back in their world, but they got isekaied in Twisted Wonderland and shit and ended up being an early parent of a fire breathing gluttonous cat.

Currently living in a rundown abandoned dorm with three ghosts living with them, they are definitely in need of some madol for the repairs and just.....living...

So why not utilise these skills!

Sketching and sketching ideas for outfits and accessories that could go with it. Once satisfied with some of the ideas, all she needs to do is to find their models.

And she knows just the people...

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The Octavinelle trio have their own charms, it could work with the right methods!

How did they react to the proposition?

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Combination of stuttering and blushing a bit while trying to be professional at the proposition.

Once he gains composure, he offers a contract in order to split the profits if he were to be a model for Yuu.

And be successful mind you.

But they agree for their ambition and mind states that he will attract the masses with his beauty and charm.

Azul clearly goes red.

When taking measurements, Azul flows quite well and appears confident in his poses he practices, he does get pointers from Yuu and they could pick out the act he puts on quite easily.

He was quite impressed with the drafts he tried on and even gave pointers for accessories that he researched would be popular. Yuu took those into account.

The final outfit comprised of a white see through button-up under a white cropped jacket, black with thin white stripes and black leather boots.

A lot of more accessories with a leather strap wrapped around his waist, silver necklaces, a black leather fingerless glove on the right hand and silver rings on the left hand.

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Unlike Azul, Jade was pretty surprised with the proposition but accepted it.

Yuu has peaked his interest.

Jade seemed quite interested in the craftsmanship that Yuu does and frequently asked her questions purely out of curiosity. Though it did not sound like it to Yuu for a long shot.

Measurement taking went smoothly with few mishaps and unnecessary comments.

When he was given the drafts to try, he liked it a lot and tried giving last minute suggestions of adding mushroom details on his outfit. Again.....Yuu listened and made note of that.

Jade actually sent Yuu mushroom samples that could be used in his outfit. Yuu appreciated the samples but difficulty finding accessories arose when she went searching for some at Sam's shop.

None of them felt right for their creative view.

But on the day of the final reveal, Jade was relatively happy with the final outfit consisting of a frill collared and cuffed shirt paired with a black blazer ending at his midriff with light gold vined patterns, black pants and black loafers with black socks.

Taking into consideration of the mushroom accessories with a thin gold chain belt with little colourful mushrooms attached, small gold rings that held mushroom details in its design and specially found from town was a vintage tree pinecone mushroom brooch that was placed on the side of his chest.

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Floyd just accepted because he was board and because its Shrimpy giving this proposition, then of course he'll accept!!

Mate has no idea what Yuu really does in detail, he just put together that they make clothes and he's gonna wear them while taking photos.

GETTING MEASUREMENTS WERE SUCH A PAIN FOR YUU! Floyd moved around SO MUCH that Yuu was ready to pop a vessel.

Floyd got quite interested in Yuu's production and frequently popped in at Ramshackle to see the progress Yuu was going. He got to see his drafts early annnnnnnndddd it was so much that he ended up ripping it.

So Yuu had to make another one......

And Floyd was kind of banned from entering Yuu's workspace until they were done.

But on the day of getting the final outfit, he was just having fun with it and actually loved to outfit as it was mainly handmade by Yuu! His little shrimpy!

Comprising of a ruffled collar long-sleeve top, black pants, a black patterned jacket with the sleeves being a see-through material and black combat boots.

Floyd wanted Yuu to deck him out in many accessories (cause he was in a good mood) but he only got some chains coming down on his pants, a few silver rings and an elaborate silver chain necklace that went around his chest.

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Fashion Patternmaking Techniques: Jackets, Coats and Cloaks

This is another volume by Antonio Donnanno which uses the block or sloper method to create a whole variety of garments. This one covers jackets from the ubiquitous blazer to the motorcycle jacket to the more interesting cuts that women only tend to wear. It defines types of jackets and coats as you see here with the raglan sleeve, the redingote, and what he calls the Montgomery and we call the duffle coat. The redingote, by the way is a reworking by the French of the word riding-coat, then reworked back into the English language. How is that for fun?

Along the way, he explains the basic terminology for different kinds of collars, sleeves, and garment lines for both women’s and men’s coats and jackets. Each one comes with a full sketch of how to draft the pattern pieces by altering the basic block: see the “Collarless Lapel” for part of an example of such a sketch. 

Capes and hoods in variety show up under the cloaks section, although I think they only work well for evening wear. I really like sleeves for daywear as you can remain warm and use your arms fully. But a striking cape is something most of us would be willing to cope with for an evening out. A last section explains how to cope with fitting problems for those garments that fall close to the body.

This is a technical manual and if you studied it closely, you would gain an almost encyclopedic knowledge of drafting and outer wear garment design. You can find it here at PromoPress: https://www.promopress.es/en/

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How to draft a blazer jacket with a notched collar/pattern drafting cour...

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rethinking butch while doing my laundry in buckets at 8 PM

You know, I never thought there would be anything on this earth that could make me re-think my commitment to pants over skirts and dresses, a vow I had made to myself over and over again since my childhood days of being crammed into tights and lace, but doing my laundry in a series of five gallon buckets in the bathtub of our dingy apartment was it.

I was thinking yesterday, while staring into our shared closet and remembering when I had a purple closet full of clothes that I had to tug at, clothes that I tried to ignore that they existed even when I was wearing them, that I probably haven't worn a skirt outside of a Halloween costume in almost fifteen years. When I moved out of my parents' house I ditched my last one, a vintage skirt that had always stayed on its hanger, part of a pair with a yellow blazer that I had loved but didn't fit anymore. I felt vindicated, but a bit lost, as if a high school presentation was going to leap out of the void at any time and make me regret my decision. I didn't bring any skirts with me here, to the city; it felt daring and somehow pathetic at the same time, a sign of how stunted my life had been that it seemed like a bold move at all. It was a tiny hop into the deep end of a lesbian kiddie pool. Skirts do lurk around the corner at any old thrift store, but somehow I felt like there was no going back; I had banished them, and they would not return.

My girlfriend and I share most of our clothes, as we're close in size-- she's a bit broader, I'm a bit taller-- and our clothing tastes are pretty similar. She has her favorites, and I have mine, and we don't tend to share pants or shoes due to the particulars of how we wear them out, but the rest are a big indeterminately owned mass of potential dress options. The thing is is that she's supposed to be a "man"; she still lives a life where she doesn't tell people she's detransitioned, generally, and most people take her to be outright male or a trans man. I'm not supposed to be a man; I don't pass except maybe from afar and behind, and I assume I mostly come across as tired and dumpy and gay. I don't really know if people notice that our shirts and shorts and socks swap between and across us. Maybe they're too confused by the other things going on with us to see that one. When we worked together doing early morning stocking we used to fuck with people, we'd switch our jackets and hats every so often and see who we could fool, which was way too many people at way too close a range for a pair of human beings supposed to be at the opposite poles of Gender. Nobody was particularly apologetic about it either when they mistook us, even though that kind of outright misgendering is supposed to be a major faux pas. They usually just laughed in a way that indicated that, well, of course. I laugh in the same way when people tell me that Trans Men are Men, that everyone treats them just like any other male person, that nobody knows they aren't male, that they never experienced sexism and never will, that the gap between them and A Woman is incomprehensibly large. A waiter's never handed me the check at the diner when I was out with a dude, but they do it all the time when I'm with my girlfriend, and then she has to use the men's room after dinner.

I've somehow gotten more "masculine" since I stopped seeing myself as transgender, which I think might surprise people who know nothing about the process of desisting or reidentifying or detransition, but doesn't surprise women who have been through this. I feel a lot less neurotic about wearing men's clothes, about buzzing my hair off, about being hairy elsewhere and not hiding it, about stepping out into the world as an unacceptable female person, uncontained and unbridled, edging in on men's turf. The stakes aren't quite as high, now, honestly, even though they're higher than they have been before. I don't have my family to fall back on if I lose my job due to being an unrepentant dyke, but now that I'm not in her house, I don't worry about my mother discovering my secrets, including that I'm not the daughter she wanted me to be. I'm scared to go out after 7 PM if I can't sufficiently cover up the fact that I'm female, but my entire sense of self worth isn't riding on whether or not someone perceives my ham-handed attempts at not-being-female correctly. I worry about my rent, but I don't worry about where exactly it is men pull up their socks to on their legs, and I don't worry about whether I'm not really worthy of living if I can't do it right, because I don't worry about if I'm not really a man or just a fuck-up of a woman, and I don't worry about whether or not a fuck-up of a woman is the worst thing I could possibly be. Well, I worry about it sometimes, still, because it matters to other people, even if I don't think it matters to me. But I've stopped trying to compensate for my fuck-ups by wearing the right earrings with my undercut, or hiding my breasts under a binder, hidden under a blouse. I can leave the house without having twenty thousand insecurities about the masculinity or femininity of my leg hair growth pattern or the color-contrast of my lips. So I leave the house in shit my nine year old self would probably appreciate: a flannel, a shirt with a cat on it, yellow pants with functioning pockets. I try to take stupid thoughts about whether the pocket style of said pants makes my butt look girly the same way I took my skirts, which is to chuck them out in honor of living a life without gender neuroses.

They always say that gender is culturally contextual, limited to time and place, and while we all pay lip service to that in some way or another when we get mad that our favorite historical figure got parsed as one thing or another, I think we all like to think we would be butch lesbians or trans men or whatever it is we are in another life, that we probably wouldn't have ended up like our great-grandmothers but something like female husbands, passing soldiers and sailors, instead. I spent a lot of time as a kid wondering why the hell girls did this or that, wasn't it harder, it's so stupid; I felt so betrayed when I hit middle school, and everyone was tripping over their purses, pursed lips in candy-sparkle lipgloss, on the way to idolize boys. I wanted to be among boys, I wanted to be a boy, somehow at the same time I thought girls were stupid for admiring them in the other way. I think a lot of us carry this into adulthood; we figure femininity's a bunch of dumb crap we can't be bothered to do, and besides we're unsuited for it, constitutionally incapable of hoisting a tube of fabric above our pooch. We escaped from it because we kept our heads (non) straight or maybe because it wicked off us like pink droplets on a Teflon pan, which we definitely use to make burgers with and not cute hors d’oeuvres. We know what a dress means and how it works, and we know how it makes us feel, and we know we would never wear it, not on a desert island nor to our sister's wedding.

After washing my clothes in a bucket, I don't think you should do disservice to your grandmothers like that. I had to sit on one of my other buckets-- there are three in this clothes washing system-- and think for a bit about what the hell I was doing with all this gender and anti-gender shit, what the fuck I was doing with my life at all. Because the thought I had, which surprised me, was that pants are fucking bullshit. They're fucking bullshit when you wash your clothes by hand, which is what generations of women did before me. My value system got turned upside down; I spent my whole life thinking skirts and dresses were frilly nonsense, floofery intended to hold women back from participating in the world, an "easy access" hole to parts I didn't want to exist. And it's not like that isn't true: women's dresses and skirts have been artificially cumbersome throughout history, full of engineered contraptions to enhance women's decorative-sexual living-pornography value, whether literally stuffed with metal cages and yards of fluff or whether tightly drafted to form a second skin. When you can't fucking sit down or lift your legs or bend over it's a problem, when your teeth chatter in the winter on your way to school it's a problem, when you can't be a lawyer or a senator without wearing the appropriate kind of Leg Tube it's a problem. It was a problem when my mom put me in a velvet thing that rested just above my knees, and I wasn't allowed to play or even spread my legs while I was in it, lest I render myself an obscene five year old girl. But the Leg Tube isn't the problem, it's all the other shit, and I had never taken that seriously, never really dug into it, until I had to confront the inconvenience of manually sloshing around my pants for ten minutes.

I had confused symbolism for reality. I thought I was done with that, over that, now that I was out of the trans shit. I was living in some patriarchal dollhouse, and I had thought I busted out, but now I'm in another one, better maybe, but just as artificial, because the grass being greener over here all hinged on having a washing machine. When do I get to leave? I am suddenly afraid I'll spend my life in an infinite nested universe of misogynist fuckery, having existential crises about the fridge or maybe the carpet next.

I guess my girlfriend and I got into what you might call "urban homesteading" by accident. We didn't set out to do this out of convictions or philosophy, it was mostly because we were cheap, and also we're lazy in a certain kind of baffling ADHD way where it's easier to make a curtain with your two damn hands than navigate thirty, fifty pages of advertising-merchandising to find one that will ship to your house for not-sixteen-dollars . Car insurance in this town is absurd, so we just don't have a vehicle. We also don't turn on the heat in the winter, or the air conditioning in the summer. We bake bread, make yogurt, make shampoo, wash out and reuse plastic zipper bags, don't flush the toilet for stretches of time. Clothes get patches upon patches, breadcrumbs go in a jar, there are lots of systems for a lot of things that nobody really thinks about anymore. My dad told me his family used to sleep on the porch of their farmhouse in the summer; I can't do that here, but it comes to mind anyway. He was from that kind of people where you did it yourself or you didn't do it at all, German farm folk born in nineteen-oh-something; my mom was from people that didn't do it at all, her father too drunk to give a shit, her mother feeding her seven kids out of cans. There's a weird mix of shame and pride when you end up doing your laundry in buckets, dual gene lines, dual angel-devils sitting on my shoulders: someone clapping me on the back for my resourcefulness, a job well done, and someone asking me why the hell I stooped to this when there's a washer in the basement, didn't I work hard so you didn't have to live this way.

We saw it on YouTube and thought we could save some money on electricity or water because our landlord isn't going to replace our 30-plus years old washing machine anytime soon. I thought maybe doing it in the buckets would help my busted brain a little, 'cause I could do it every couple days, fifteen minutes at a time, instead of in big piles once a week. I like shit I can touch or otherwise it doesn't feel real, I can't keep track of it, it feels like the sort of work women with tight lips and long nails do and they make their lips tighter when I can’t hack it. There could be a system, tangible, clothes I can see in places where they belong, hands on a plunger pushing soap and water and fabric up and down, you can tell if they got clean yet or not if you open the lid. I don't like dumping them in a machine, an unknown hole of productivity, input-output, assembly line nonsense. I'm not productive anyway, so what do I care?

When you're doing your laundry by hand like this something occurs to you, which is that this is a lot of work, and maybe you don't want to be doing this all the time, so you should be careful with how dirty your clothes get. I realized real quick I wasn't going to be doing this every day, and that it would be wasteful, worse than the water usage of some old-ass washer to try. You start realizing how dumb it is to wear your clothes once and only once before you wash them, as you plunge up and down, up and down. It occurs to you that ten minutes is a pretty long amount of time, even though you're in your late twenties and winter just showed up again and you keep wondering where the hell the time goes anymore. You start resenting how stupid and arbitrary it is that you're supposed to be squeaky clean in public, that stains and wear are unacceptable, that they mean anything at all about anybody except that they live a life and entropy exists. You think that if you have to put this much arm power into washing your clothes, then how much power has to go into a damn washer, and you start thinking about the arms that shovel coal out of the ground, into rail-cars, into boilers. You start getting real mad about how much shit the world puts people through just so clothes can get clean and floors can get clean and skin can get clean and nothing will look like it's ever been touched except by a very conscientious housewife. Your brain starts contriving things while your arms are going, like some wild-haired inventor, like maybe if you had an underlayer of clothing all the time you could just wash that and the outer layer would be allowed to get dirty for a while. Brilliant! And then you feel stupid because well, that's what we always did until you could dump your shit into an electric machine, and then they raised the standards to keep women busy doing something they didn't need to do. It occurs to you that pants are dumb because they're heavy and sopping wet, one big lump of fabric, and you can't wear an underlayer unless it's really cold outside. It occurs to you that pants are not worth it unless you are doing certain kinds of manual labor all the time or you need to protect your legs. You understand why the women in YouTube videos about washing your clothes in buckets are really mad at their husbands and sons, and some generational rage takes hold of your arms as you agitate the clothes in the bucket. Why do men get to be dirty in their stupid pants. Why do women have to clean them. You never want to hear anybody talk about fashion ever again. You never want to hear anybody talk about the gender of clothes again unless they've wrung out denim in anger and they're willing to wring a man's neck the same. Now you get to drain the bucket. Now you get to refill the bucket with clean water and agitate again. Now you get to drain the bucket and press the water out of your clothes with the full bucket. Now you get to hang up your clothes over your tub.

When I stopped seeing myself as transgender I told myself I would consider very carefully the value of anything I did, and I would let practicality and ethics dictate my life rather than sucking up to gender, to men, to the women pandering to them and afraid I wasn't going to. It's taken me some wild places, for real, and I didn't think it would take me to a place where I was questioning wearing pants. But given this, I find myself all the same cringing at wearing a skirt or something else other than those damn pants, other than the thing that men wear and women fought for, willing to violate my newfound guiding forces... and for what? Butch cred? Womanly pride? Can't I just shove it all in the washing machine and stop thinking about this? Do I need to live in the woods to tie something around my waist and get on with my life? If I've learned anything there's really nothing neutral when it comes to gender shit, and no matter how far you get in processing the patriarchy there's always something else at the bottom of a bucket, a broom, a sink strainer. How many years worth of women have had these thoughts while scrubbing something, however they cut their fucking hair? I try to focus more on that these days, rather than what I call myself or what pronoun I use. My grandmother, my mother, all those girls in my class who I thought were big idiots, the women out there bigger and badder and butcher than me, the trans men I envied for living in my dream world, all these female people I defined myself against all these years, we all end up here, staring into a drain, hoping the man won't crush us. When does it end? I want it to end. I'm done spinning my head in circles about the cut of my jeans, whether I wear jeans at all, and I hope you are too.

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hello! i'm rly in love with your writing and i was wondering if you could write for fic for pharah's s/o meeting ana for the first time? tysm!

Yeaaa boiiiiii, although I’m 700% gay for Ana so I had to resist the urge to shift the prompt focus. No pronouns so gender neutral here. Enjoy! ☕️

Pharah

Words: 1,522

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance

“You’ll be fine.”

“She’s a sniper, Fareeha,” you said, checking the building rooftops around you. “She can kill me before I even know she’s taken aim! There’s a reason they called her Horus.”

Even so, there were uglier places to get sniped by your girlfriend’s mother. Bordeaux was a lovely city, its Gothic architecture and brick like a fairytale come to life. The air smelled like grass and fresh bread, April sunshine warming the cobbles just enough to be pleasant. 

You and Pharah had been an item for little more than a year.

You met her at a Helix fundraiser, your PR agency assigning you to write about the event for their client. It was boring—a bunch of uptight soldiers extolling their performance in an endless procession of speeches and medals. 

You left once you’d gotten your scoop, hurrying out the back door before anyone could realize there was a tray of choux puffs missing.

Ducking into a nearby cafe, you alternated between jotting a draft and eating pastries from your bag when a 5'11" goddess in Helix blue sat across from you. Her shoulders were studded with medals, eyes rimmed with kohl painted in a Horus pattern. 

Afraid you’d been busted, you held the open bag out to her.

“If you’re here for the cream puffs, I surrender,” you’d said, taking a sip of your tea. Pharah looked between you and the bag, confusion on her face.

“I’m here for you. It seems I’ve found the only other person who hates award ceremonies more than I do.” She took a few puffs, brow raised. You smiled at your new partner in crime. She was imposing and gorgeous—skin deep brown, hair jet black, no-nonsense air evident in the way she moved.  

And here she was, eating cream puffs with you. Realizing this was some sort of oddball, pseudo first date, you smiled. “I’m _______.”

She smiled mischievously, brown eyes glittering under the low cafe lights. “Fareeha.”

Now, you were on your way to meet her mother, renowned sniper and Overwatch legend, Ana Amari. You knew she and Pharah had a falling out some time ago about Ana faking her own death, but it seems they were trying to make amends. 

Ana regularly texted Pharah about her day, though your girlfriend rarely mentioned you. At first, you thought it was out of embarrassment, though you knew better now.

Fareeha didn’t trust her.  A week ago Ana sent you both a text, never explaining how she’d found your number.  

“________, Fareeha—I’m traveling to Bordeaux for a meeting with the Overwatch council. Would you care to join me for tea? You don’t have to stay long, but I’d like to meet the person my daughter loves enough to keep from me.”

The two of you decided to take her up on the offer, using some ample time off you’d accrued.

“I told you to stay out of her personnel file—it’ll only freak you out,” Pharah said, guiding you through the crowd. 

You rolled your eyes. “Meeting parents is never easy. I always get all…twitchy.”

“Don’t worry—my mother knows better than to try anything with me there,” she said, squeezing your waist. There was such determination in her voice you wondered if you’d have to play intermediary. 

“Besides, you’re not planning on breaking my heart are you,_______?”

“Never,” you said, gently kissing her cheek. 

Up ahead you spotted the bakery, saw the wealth of delicious pastry in the window and the cute tables set up outside. 

You also saw a hawk-like woman poised at one of the tables, long white braid draped over her black blazer and red shirt. She pretended to take a sip, though her amber eye snapped to you, then Pharah as you neared. 

Deciding to head off any awkward greetings, you waved and led the way. 

“You must be Ana,” you said, extending a hand. She glanced at it, then at you, shrewd smile on her face. “I’m _________. Nice to meet you.”

“Bold move, getting the ‘hello’ part out of the way. I see why you like them, Fareeha,” Ana said, shaking your hand with a firm grip.

“Mother—”

“Relax, child, I’m only joking. Now, how about you get your poor lover something to eat? They look hungry.“ 

Pharah looked at you for confirmation you’d be alright. You nodded, then asked her for a latte and a plate of macarons. She left, hair charms and leather jacket buckles jingling all the way. Once she was gone, you turned back to Ana, ready for rapid-fire inquiry. 

It never came. You winced, toying with the paper napkin and waiting for it to hit. 

“You love my daughter.” It wasn’t phrased as a question, and you didn’t have to think about the answer.

Since she’d entered your life, Pharah awakened the care and passion you often hid away for your job. Objectivity went out the window, the two of you finding joy in even the smallest things—mandatory Chinese takeout and 90s shows on her Thursdays off from sentry duty, a funny note scribbled on the fridge whiteboard. 

She was so much more than the protector persona she donned for work. 

You knew her favorite ice cream (chocolate cardamom), the thing she liked least about Helix (their new slushfund for covert ops) and what she hoped for most (a pharaoh hound and an apartment outside the city). 

“Yes, very much.”

“Well, she adores you—trusts me enough to behave, and thinks you’re strong enough to withstand her villainous mother,” Ana snorted, taking another sip of tea. 

If Pharah looked anything like Ana when she got older, you were all too lucky.

Every movement was laced with elegance—from her knowing smirk to the flick of her wrist as she straightened out the bracelets on her hand. She was even effortless while adjusting her eyepatch, shifting it so the tiny scarred portion was instantly covered up. 

“That’s an exaggeration,” you said, glancing inside at Pharah. She was at the counter, picking out what looked like at least 12 macarons and 2 croissants. Your stomach grumbled in anticipation. 

“You lied to her, let her grieve, yes. But she doesn’t see you as a villain, Ana. She just wants to know you’re back for good this time.”

For all her posturing and sly quips, Ana seemed hurt by the rift between herself and her daughter. 

Pharah sat you down and told you everything. What you couldn’t tell from her side of the story was how sincerely regretful she was. 

Sitting across from you, Ana Amari looked hollow. Without warning, she flipped the patch up so you could see the jagged scar tissue where her eye had been. It was sad, but not nearly as gruesome as you’d anticipated.

“I wanted to protect her from this,” she said quietly, watching Pharah inside the bakery. “Talon came after me something fierce, _________. She’s  my girl—there’s no way I could have come out of hiding if I thought she was in danger for a second.”

“You love your daughter,” you said, smiling softly at her.

“Very much.”

There was a bitterness in the way she polished off her drink, swallowing hard like she wished it was liquor. Against all common sense, you reached out to her, if only to assure her you understood. You gave her fingers a quick squeeze, ignoring her surprise.

“She loves you too, Ana—that much hasn’t changed. Sure, she may be a little uneasy, but she still has all your pictures on the walls, even keeps the one in your Overwatch uniform above the fireplace. Give her a little time and I promise she’ll reach out.”

“Fareeha said all that?“ 

You shook your head, watching as Pharah made her way out of the bakery back to your table. 

Turning to Ana, you winked. “She doesn’t have to. I love her, remember?”

The rest of your brunch went well, with you munching on lavender macarons and Pharah chattering about the goings on at Helix. To your delight, the Amaris kept things civil, neither venturing near the hot-button topics. 

Ana kept her eyepatch off and you chimed in with crazy client stories whenever there was a lull. All the while Ana’s gaze switched between you two, tension gone from her shoulders.

She didn’t bother hugging you when it was time to leave, but you didn’t need her to. The gratitude on her face was enough. 

Back at the hotel that night, you and Pharah lounged on the bed, French infomercials droning in the background. She watched you thoughtfully, quiet until you finally asked what was on her mind. 

“My mother likes you,” she said, brow knitted.

You shrugged. “I guess. How can you tell?" 

Pharah kissed your forehead, pulling you tighter against her as you two watched a mustached man try to sell a baguette maker. 

"Last time I brought a date, she kept her sidearm on the table.”

[doctortdesigns]

Looks like we are starting to hit the season of fall fashions!  Simplicity has just announced their Pre-Fall collection, and I’ll be posting about Butterick’s Early Fall collection tomorrow as well!  Fall fashions tend to be my favorite, but, if I’m being honest, I’m not the most excited with these new releases.  Perhaps my feelings will change as I write this review (as they sometimes do), but as of right now, I’m holding out for the August Burda before I get really excited about fall fashions this year.  Regardless, there is a lot to look at in this release, so let’s get started:

  8686 – 1940s Vintage dress.  I tend to like 40s fashions, but this is one of those styles that really is too cute/sweet/girly for me to picture myself wearing.  I think the vintage lovers will enjoy this dress – it has lots of great features and style lines, but I think this is also one of those styles that looks distinctly vintage, and isn’t necessarily as translatable to someone who enjoys doing a “sneaky vintage” modern wardrobe.

  8687 – This shirt dress, on the other hand, feel very modern.  Also perhaps slightly scandalous?  I definitely get a “wearing my man’s oversized shirt as a robe after I get out of bed” vibe from this.  Not that there is anything wrong with that.  But I think it may limit the versatility of this as a wardrobe piece.  I do like the asymmetric hem and the wrap style, but, there is definitely a vibe I get from this piece that I don’t know if I’d be comfortable wearing in public.  Maybe a belt would change that feel for me?  Styling could change this look a lot I think…  Feel free to completely disagree with me in the comments on this one – I feel like this could be a super popular design, since it is one of the more unique looks in this release.

  8688 – This dress has some nice options, between the sleeve styles and the skirt styles.  I don’t know that I need to add it to my collection – I’ve got some knit dress patterns from back when I very first started sewing that are pretty similar – but I like this dress.  Looks like it would be great as an outfit base for those fall days when you need to transition between layers and no layers.

  8689 – This style of tunic really isn’t anything new, but I do think Simplicity did a nice job of styling and presentation.  Another pass for me, but I would be excited to see other sewing bloggers make this one up.

  8690 – Mimi G. Style.  I’m going to say that this dress looks adorable on Mimi!  But, again, this is a case where I know it isn’t something I’d wear myself, so it’s going to be a pass from a personal standpoint.  It is super cute though – the proportions of the sleeves are great in relation to the whole dress.

  8691 – Sew Chic dress.  This is clearly a vintage inspired look.  I like it, especially the short sleeved version, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got several vintage re-releases that are quite similar.  Another style that I find to be cute, but not special enough to warrant a spot in the stash.

  8692 – 1950s Vintage blouse pattern.  I do like the shape of these blouses: fitted, but not overly so.  I’m not a big fan of zippers on the back of a top, but for views A-C it is pretty unavoidable with such a high neckline.

  8693 – This asymmetric top looks like a button front shirt got halfway put on backwards to me.  I do like the simpler versions (as a one-shoulder 80s-inspired sweater I’m all about this pattern!), but I’m really not a fan of the view that Simplicity used for the model photo – it just looks ill fitting and sloppy.

  8694 – At this point there really is nothing left to say about these loose tops with sleeve details, except, look, another one!  This one does have dolman sleeves, so I guess that’s a new-ish variation to this style?  Really, though, at this point there are so many, just pick one.

  8695 – 1930s Vintage sleeve patterns.  Do I want this to use on modern sewing pattern?  No.  Do I want this for part of my costume/cosplay pattern stash so I can study the drafting on these sleeve variants?  You better believe it.

  8696 – I prefer my cardigans with less volume and more length, but this does look rather cozy.

  8697 – The square boyfriend blazer really isn’t a look that works for me, so I’ll avoid this pattern for myself, but I do like the single and double breasted options here, as well as the collar variants.

  8698 – I know it’s a drawstring pant, but it’s a drawstring pant with stripes and pockets and I like it.

  8699 – I also rather like this skirt as well.  I think I perhaps already have more than enough wrap pencil skirts in my Burda stash, but this one pattern seems to have a lot of variety, even though the pattern tweaks are pretty minimal between views.

  8700 – Pattern Hacking.  I’ve been thinking I want a more casual jacket for fall, but something about the proportions of this one just aren’t doing it for me.

  8701 – Pattern Hacking.  Somehow switching out pockets doesn’t seem like much of a “hack,” but what do I know?  I do like the silhouette and overall look of these, but, again, very similar to other styles I’ve got in the stash already.

  8702 – Mimi G. Style.  This tracksuit is pretty cute and very 80s.  I’s not be interested in the drop-crotch pants at all, but I do like the jacket, and the slim-legged pants are cute for a fall work-out look.

  8703 – This was a pattern that initially I just skipped over (it’s a plain yellow top and leggings), but, actually, those other tops with the stomach gathers are pretty cute!  I don’t know if this will make it onto my wishlist, but it is a definite maybe.

  8704 – Love these pull over tops!  The raglan sleeve and length look great for exercising is colder weather.  Plus, lots of cool pockets for exercising with devices.

  8705 – This man’s version somehow doesn’t read as exciting as the woman’s pattern, but the sleeve pouch for a phone or iPod is pretty great.

8706 – Baby Gear.  Not much to say about baby clothes, but the layers look practical.

8707 – I’ve been toying with the idea of a lace cardigan for a while, and this is exactly what I wanted.  Love this!  Totally going into my stash until I can locate the perfect lace fabric for this endeavor.

8708 – These girls dress are pretty generic, but also pretty cute for fall.

  8709 – Gertrude Made bags.  I don’t love the aesthetic of the bags in the photos, but from the line drawing, these are totally bags I would use.  I do wish it was drafted for a zip closure, but I suppose that is something one could find a way to add?

  8710 – These large travel duffle bags are also not depicted in a color scheme I’d enjoy, but I do love how practical the bags are, plus they fit over the handle of a rolly suitcase!  So cleaver.  I’d be curious to see how the inside is drafted (pockets???), but I think this might be on my list, since it seems my travel schedule is upping in the next year or so.

  8711 – Madalynne.  The bra does not look supportive enough for anyone outside of the A/B range, and why would you want to add butt ruffles to your underwear?  I mean, really?  At least from the standpoint of wearing underwear under clothes in any case.  I was going to ponder the butt ruffle as an analog to a tail feather and the implications that could have in mating rituals, but I shall refrain.

  8712 – Aprons.  Pretty simple, not too exciting, but could be good if you want to make a “mommy and me” sort of look.  The aprons loop pretty practical, if not overly embellished – nice pockets and full coverage.

  8713 -Hats!  These are actually pretty cool, and really practical styles for costuming.  Love how much variety comes in a single pattern too.

  8714 – Love the historical doll clothes.  So cute.

  8715 – Ok, I want, nay, NEED this dragon in my life!  How stinking cute is this?  And, I mean, let’s be real – I need at least three of them.  That’s right – NEED.

  8716 –  These bears are cute, but they aren’t dragons.

  8717 – More aprons.  I find the other style to be more pragmatic.

  8718 – I’m sure the internet will tell me if I’m wrong, but I really feel like this is supposed to be a Rey/Daenerys mash up of costume pieces?  Lots of great pieces in here for the cosplayers out there.

  8719 – I’m less excited by this… I don’t know what to call it?  Generic sexy fantasy style pattern?  I feel like all of these pieces have been recombined from pre-existing patterns.

  8720 – Good job on picking up that it is the 25th anniversary of Hocus Pocus!  I’m not even sure Disney has grasped that yet…  I’ve not seen crazy heavy advertising about re-release special editions or anything.  In regards to the pattern, I do wish these Sanderson sisters were a bit more detailed in the designs, but, bravo to Simplicity for winning at the cultural relevance game.

  8721 – One should never pass by a good cape pattern.  The hood shape looks really great, and the cape is nice and full.

  8722 – Once again, I’m sure the internet will inform me, but I’m not quite sure which franchise Simplicity is referencing here?  There are certainly shows I watch where jumpsuits are “the look” but this pattern is much baggier and less fitted than the styles used in those shows.  The tan one is a very Ghostbusters vibe, but I’m not sure if that is the reference I’m supposed to be picking up on here?

  8724 – Kids Star Wars/Superhero costumes.  Really versatile, and really cute.

  8725 – Nice to see Ariel added to the Disney Princess lineup.

  8726 – Super generic kids costumes.

  8727 – More generic kids costumes.

  8728 – Cool way to do a mermaid tail in this pattern.

  8729 – Kids capes, because, capes!

  5628 – Jiffy pattern re-release.  This literally is a piece of fabric folded in half, with two partial seams, and a neck opening.  Pass.

  9192 – Men’s vintage ties are kinda cool.  Not the massively wide one, but the skinny tie or bow tie could be useful.

And that’s it!  On the whole my top picks for this release really are in the craft/costume/cosplay realm.  Not too much new or exciting in the main release.  There is a lot of stuff I found “cute” but not much I felt needed to be added to the collection.  What do you all think?  See anything that is going to kick-start your fall sewing?  Or are we waiting for the bigger releases coming later next month?  Feel free to discuss in the comments!

Simplicity Patterns Pre-Fall 2018 #sewing #patterns #Simplicity #SimplicityPatterns #prefall #fallsewing Looks like we are starting to hit the season of fall fashions!  Simplicity has just announced their…

[actuallyvady]

Loki progress masterpost

So now that I have this gorgeous fucking photo:

... and now that I’ve won a costume contest with it:

(... technically second place but don’t tell Loki that)

I should probably talk about the design and construction process and such, since I have an actual fuckton of progress photos for this. LONG POST so I’m gonna put this all under a cut:

ALRIGHT SO. This was made on a fucking whim because I was hypomanic and wanted to make something, so I raided my stash, found some lovely Loki-colored wool, and went “hey, I should make a Loki for NYE” because I always go to an event where dressing as a formal version of a character is part of the point. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I remembered there being a male Elsa design I had really liked, and went to find it:

(I still love this design and might actually make it some day)

Anyway, a little while later I had a plan:

I am not an artist; this is better than my usual cosplay plans. And it has color! Hypomanic Vady is fun. Anyway, I did not bother doing a muslin mockup; you all should probably do so, especially when you have limited fabric but who cares I got this, right?

I started with the torso:

Had I felt like not winging the entire thing, I’d have pulled out pattern pieces from a blazer I’ve used before; it’s what I usually do. You can see where I had chalked the outline-- I measured where I wanted that line to be on my body and drew it on the fabric, then cut it with extra for seam allowance.

Next was the black:

You can see that on one side I have sewn the leather strips on; that was a fun process. I started with the top one and stitched where I wanted the top to lay, sewing along the center of the strip with the strip face down; that way, when I folded it over, I had no visible seam line. I did the same with the others, using that center stitch line to secure the bottom edge of the one above it. Sadly, I didn’t take photos of that process, but I can do so for demonstration purposes if anyone wants.

Since I was going to line this, I also used the pinned-together green and black bases as patterns for my lining, since it didn’t need to be pieced-- one piece is always easier to manage than two. I don’t have any photos of the lining, but it’s an identical jacket, without the adornments, inside out.

Once I had gotten the leather strips on the torso done, I took a break to make piping. I used yarn I had lying around instead of a nicer cording, cut strips about an inch and a half wide of the gold, and stitched it into basically a tube with a tail-- fold the fabric around the yarn and stitch it in place with a zipper foot. The tail lets you install it much easier by putting it in between two pieces, like so:

Generally speaking, it is easier to make inset sleeves if you leave the sides of the torso open and attach the top of the sleeve, then sew the length of the sleeves and the sides at the same time (seriously, life hack, sleeves are so much easier that way), but since I was improvising I forgot to do it that way. So I got the torso done first, and promptly discovered that I had made it ever so slightly too small, so I added gold trim to the front:

Turns out I had drafted it with the wool, which has a bit of stretch, and forgotten that the pleather emphatically does not. Lesson learned. Anyway, I like this look, so... happy accident?

NEXT UP, SLEEVES. I did something very similar with the leather on the sleeves as I had done on the torso, but this time I alternated back and forth:

You’ll notice that I changed my design a bit; the leather is lower on the sleeve and the gold doesn’t have the point that it did in the artwork. The first was not entirely on purpose, but I decided not to fix it when I noticed that it lined up really nicely with the torso; the line between the green and black is continuous this way, and I really like it, even if I didn’t actually mean to do it, initially. The change to the “gauntlets” was pure laziness. This was much easier, and I like the look anyway.

I went back and forth on whether I wanted piping at the shoulders; I had planned to include it but ultimately I chose to leave it out, because I liked the uninterrupted green, especially with that delightful through line I had created with the sleeve.

As you can tell, in the mean time, I attached the lining. I left the bottom open because I was going to be attaching the tails anyway. I also did it in sort of a cheater way, lining torso and sleeves separately and attaching the lining of the sleeves to the lining of the body by hand. While I do not like hand-stitching, I do not shy away from it; sometimes, it’s the best available technique. I’ll show you an example in a bit.

Also, I don’t have many photos of the back, so here’s one while I was trying to decide on the piping:

Anyway, next up was the tails. They ended up short than I planned, mostly because I didn’t have a lot of fabric, partly because I accidentally made them backwards and had to cut a few inches in order to attach them correctly. More reason to not simply wing it, lol.

I pinned them on before sewing because I wanted to see what it was going to look like; I wasn’t sure whether I wanted the gold I had drawn on the design.

While I like this look, I eventually decided it did need something... and that something was more than just piping at the waist. See, Loki has all these goddamned zipper stops as trim:

I had no intention of doing that-- in part because I was working from my stash and didn’t have any-- but I could add piping around the edges of the tails in order to mimic it.

I mentioned up above the idea of hand stitching being the best thing for some jobs-- on this, I used it to attach the gold details to the tails. I was able to stitch one edge down with the right side of the fabric facing in, like I had done on the leather strips, but to get the other side attached with no visible seam, I used a slip-stitch.

It’s a technique that allows you to sew something from the outside without having the stitches be visible. You also use it when closing lining (I used it to attach the sleeve linings) and things like repairing upholstery, where you literally can’t sew from the inside. If you learn no other hand stitch, learn a slip stitch. It’s more useful than you think.

I attached the gold detail, then put them together with right sides in and pinned the piping in place between them so that when they were turned right side out, the piping would edge the pieces. I did topstitch around the edges of the tails, just to make sure they would stay relatively flat. Then the only thing left to do was attach them and close up the jacket lining, which I had left loose until this point so I could do this all at once.

The first time I wore it I did not attach the sparkly cape; I was planning to wear it to school on Halloween and I didn’t want to have to deal with a train. I also wore it with a shirt, even though it was designed to be open, because, well, dress code. And it was cold.

I don’t have a picture of the method I used to close it, but I attached a black panel to one side and some snap tape, so I could have it closed without a visible closure-- the panel allowed me to have the matching snaps underneath the opposite side’s trim. It’s not perfect and I usually have safety pins to help it look nice, but it works.

When I did attach the cape, I edged it just with my serger, gathered it with pleats, and stitched it to the jacket by hand-- I wanted it attached to the outer layer but not to the lining, and it would have been hard to do that on the machine.

For the day I shot it without a shirt, I used fashion tape to hold it in place. See how it’s bunching there? That’s because it’s pulling against the tape in a weird way.

Anyway, that’s basically it! If you have any questions I’ll happily answer them. And Happy New Year!

[shadesofromeo]

Sleeveless dress

What do you wear under a sleeveless dress?

Try pairing your dress with a sheer top, a kimono, or lace sleeves. If you want to keep wearing your sleeveless dresses into the cooler fall and winter months, add a jacket or cardigan to your ensemble, or even layer your dress over top of a long-sleeved shirt. wikihow.com

Shades of Romeo — Women Clothing Brand

Can I add sleeves to a sleeveless dress ?

Find a shirt in your closet with a similar armhole size as your sleeveless dress, and then use it as a pattern. … Lay your pattern piece along the folded edge of your fabric and cut around it, adding a 1/2 inch seam allowance. Cut two of these sleeves. merricksart.com

Is sleeveless unprofessional?

But one rule fits all professions: “If you don’t look like management material, you’ll never get into a management position,” Kelly says. Women: Do wear sleeveless shirts, if your office has a relaxed dress code. Men: Don’t try putting on a shirt without sleeves unless you work at the beach. monster.com

How do you draft sleeves for a sleeveless dress?

How to Make a Sleeve Pattern — And How to Fit a Sleeve

To start, draw a vertical line the same length as your sleeve measurement. …

Take your ruler and line the 0 marks up at the top of the vertical line. …

Next, measure your bicep length centered over the vertical line. …

Divide each of the lines you made in the previous step into quarters and mark them. mellysews.com

How much does it cost to add sleeves to a dress?

Sleeve alterations usually run between$40 and $80, depending on how much decoration or beading is on the sleeves. weddings.costhelper.com

Why are sleeveless dresses so popular?

Sleeveless tops and dresses are extremely popular at retail, so much so that it can be more difficult to find a top or dress with sleeves. … Here are the pros of wearing sleeveless tops and dresses: They are breezy and ventilating in hot weather. They are comfortable and not constricting. youlookfab.com

Can I wear a sleeveless top to work?

While there are plenty of work-appropriate sleeveless tops for women, tank tops and camisoles should serve as undergarments in the workplace. Layer it under a blazer or camisole. As for men, only lifeguards should bare their shoulders at work. businessinsider.com

Is sleeveless shirt formal?

Note that in general, sleeveless tops and dresses are more professional when they have a thicker strap, a very high armhole (so there is no underarm… spillage, shall we say), and (obviously) no peekaboo issues with the bra. The more formal the item of clothing (blouse vs. t-shirt, sheath dress vs. corporette.com

What can I wear with a white sleeveless dress?

Shades of Romeo — Women Clothing Brand

Try pairing your dress with a sheer top, a kimono, or lace sleeves. If you want to keep wearing your sleeveless dresses into the cooler fall and winter months, add a jacket or cardigan to your ensemble, or even layer your dress over top of a long-sleeved shirt. wikihow.com

How do you hide arm fat in a strapless dress?

Avoid strapless dresses that squeeze around the armpits or bustline, as they will only make you look heavier. Bring along a stole, capelet, shrug or bolero jacket to wear over your dress. Choose a light cover-up made from a luxurious material that complements your dress and covers only your shoulders and upper arms. leaf.tv

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Pattern-making Plans - 2018 Update

Made my first attempt at a pattern block last weekend, definitely needs some tweaking but wasn’t as far off as I expected. Although double checking the internet for reviews/hacks of Armstrong’s pattern-making book (and it’s typos) makes me want to redo my measurements and start over. Which compared to past projects really isn’t that big of a deal, lol. But doing something is never the same as reading about it, and even then just reading through all of the different pattern blocks and alterations I’ve amended my priorities a bit for next year. And by that I mean I’m aiming to have these covered by the *end* of next year, so hopefully I’m not overloading myself. I also need to pick up some proper pattern-drafting tools. I’m not sure where or why I got my current set of curves but they’re just not big enough for patterns my size, and I don’t have a hip-curve. Trying to use my metal ruler as a bendy-curve resulted in me needing a lot of bandaids. Will also need a new roll of brown packing paper, which is what I used to use to draft circle skirts and I’m almost out. I’m just not sure I need 150 feet of it off Amazon Prime, tho that would mean I don’t have to lug it through the snow... So, newly re-prioritized plans: 1) Try out the ‘basic block’ dress. Still looks boring and unflattering, but now I think if I slide it over my dressmaker form and try padding it out that might help me out with future projects. Curious notion, no idea if it will actually work out. 2) Skirts! I’ve drafted circle skirts without a pattern for costumes and underskirts (for costumes) and that wasn’t tricky at all. And if Santa brings me fabric gift certificates, I’d like to make a couple of winter skirts. Much as I've enjoyed   V8749 I’d really like something that flares a bit less. It’s effectively a 3/4 circle skirt and a lot of other ppl end up sitting on it when I’m on the subway, whups. I’m going to try to draft a half-circle, and a slash-and-spread style flared or a-line skirt. The chapter on bias cutting also perked up my interest in making a tea-length (or longer) bias cut skirt. 3) Knits block!  This chapter is a bit confusing in how its worded, but I think what they’re getting at is a knit version of a pattern needs to be either bigger or smaller than a woven pattern depending on how stretchy the knit is.  It’s based on a unified dart-less body block which can then be made into a shirt, or lengthened for a skirt, widened for a cardigan, etc. I mean, that’s how pattern blocks work overall, but without the darts to worry about this one might be simpler to play with.  (And while I don’t usually follow trends, all of the stretch velvet I’m seeing in stores online reeeeeally make me want more velvet dresses and tunics. I might be able to resist, but if it motivates me to crank out more patterns then yay? #gothproblems ) 4) Draft wide leg trousers that don’t require a zillion darts. I still need new/better trousers (wow linen wears out fast), but getting a sense of how measurements vs darts work by drafting skirts might cause less stress in the long run. New winter trousers would be nice, but might have to wait until next year. 5) Crossover bodice top. I really like wearing these kinds of tops, but have always had trouble fitting them properly. And then I learned at DCon that all commercial patterns are based on a B-cup, and suddenly it all made sense. I could alter my old patterns with a "Full Bust Adjustment”, but I think I’d rather just start from scratch given how much I like creases and folds in these bodice patterns. Might be easier to block a FBA and then slash in the foldy bits in afterward than doing it the other way around?  And then I can add a small ‘skirt’ for a nice top, or a much longer one for a nice empire waist dress.

6) Button-up Shirt. Getting into the more complicated category, I’ve rarely to never liked wearing these, but a friend of mine with similar feelings had one custom made for her measurements and loved it. So I’m curious to try this, although I’d probably still wear them like cardigans. I moreso want to turn one into a shirt-dress for the summer, which does not seem that much more complicated once I’ve got a shirt-block. 5) Blazerquest. Seems a bit more complicated than I first realized. Still want to do it, but want to try easier stuff first to get used to equipment, formulas, etc. Not to mention, could not find the word “blazer” used anywhere in this edition of Armstrong’s book, at least not in the chapter on jackets, which lead to internet research where I realized how weird (and male-coded, yikes) jacket terminology is.

6) Leggings pattern. Moved down in priorities less for complexity and more because the leggings section of my dresser-drawer is too full to close. I had to make some emergency heavyweight leggings with the old pattern for the winter (heating at work is broken), and the ankles still don’t fit, and I still need the butt adjustment, but its not like I ever wear leggings without a skirt or dress over them and nobody will notice :-P I’m still pretty optimistic about all of this, which feels oddly freeing. I won’t have to search for patterns similar to what I want anymore, and settle for good-enough. I can at least try to make what I want from scratch, and start with all of my weird shape measurements instead of altering someone else’s work to fit them. Don’t have any costuming focused sewing/drafting plans thus far, but that could very well change when con season starts next year. And Arisia is in January, squee!

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[redrage71890]

Seamstress Yuu AU, Pt 2

| Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia |

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This Yuu was a seamstress back in their world, but they got isekaied in Twisted Wonderland and shit and ended up being an early parent of a fire breathing gluttonous cat.

Currently living in a rundown abandoned dorm with three ghosts living with them, they are definitely in need of some madol for the repairs and just.....living...

So why not utilise these skills!

Sketching and sketching ideas for outfits and accessories that could go with it. Once satisfied with some of the ideas, all she needs to do is to find their models.

And she knows just the people...

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Savanaclaw would be a challenge, but who can say that doesn't discourage Yuu!

How did they react to the proposition?

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ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇}

God this man DID NOT want any part in the proposition.

He's too tired for this shit and just straight up said 'Go find someone else for your project herbivore.'

But determined to try this challenge, Yuu gave out many exchanges just for Leona to be a model for their outfits.

He continued to lazily decline, until a certain little nephew sweetly proposed the idea because Yuu already dramatically exclaimed her worries and troubles in getting the man to accept.

He fell to peer pressure of his nephew...

Was it hard for Yuu to get his measurements? The man just handed her his measurements while on the brink of falling asleep.

So come the day of trying the draft, she had to accompany Ruggie in getting Leona to come to Ramshackle. Though in trying the draft, Leona stated he would fall asleep in it very easily it was that comfortable. For being a draft.

Final outfit comprised of a black and white patterned collared shirt, a light brown and beige blazer jacket, black pants and black wholecut leather shoes.

Accessories included two thin gold chain necklaces and golden rings.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝑅𝓊𝑔𝑔𝒾𝑒 𝐵𝓊𝒸𝒸𝒽𝒾}

Lets just say he only accepted because Yuu is offering him some of the profits they get.

Also to mention they would be making a bunch of clothing for the children in his home for charity. Which he greatly appreciates.

The process of getting his measurements went swiftly in fitting in Ruggie's busy schedule in caring for Leona and his school work.

Commenting he's never had anything tailored for him specifically, as because of his background in the slums.

Yuu knows this and says he of course can keep the outfit for other purposes he would like to wear it for, and if he wants to, give it away.

Once their work is done in creating the outfit, its their models to keep.

The draft felt like one of the most comfortable materials Ruggie's felt. Though its best that he doesn't know the amount the materials costs. For the sake of him not feeling guilty...

Final outfit is a white softened material button-up with brown coloured shoulders, beige pants and brown loafers.

Accessories included a black with beige gold mystical patterned cloth that's tied around like a tie and silver rings.

ੈ✩‧₊˚{𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐻𝑜𝓌𝓁}

This had to take some convincing...

Jack was confused as to why he would be an option, but Yuu defended this by saying 'His body is to DIE FOR for the male population' and 'Why not display your efforts to encourage those in the world to follow along?'

He accepted because he thought it would be okay if Yuu is in charge... nothing else of course! (he states with red up his neck)

This boy has never done anything like this so he, like Deuce is pretty stiff when taking measurements.

When testing the drafts, he kind of moved a little stiff and gently as to not rip Yuu's work, though they ushered him he's fine.

The final outfit is a silk gold button-up with felt like patches around the shoulder areas, black pants and dark brown scout chukka boots.

Not many accessories with Jack but included thin necklaces, thin bracelets and gold rings.

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Final draft for Oboru

Name:­ Oboru Namikawa

Nickname: spoiled brat and swirly

Hero Name:­ The hurricane hero, Monsoon

Age:­ 17

Gender:­ male

Sexuality:­ bisexual

Personality:­ Thanks to his parents' spoiling him, Oboru has a brattish nature that tends to come out when he's angry. Even though he has that side to him, he is normally a stoic individual, a smile rarely on his face. Devoting himself to training and trying to better himself so he can live up to All Might, Oboru can also come off as a headstrong, driven character. Even though he can be seen as annoying to some, he does have a more tolerable personality where he can be playful, looking for ways to tease his friends or convince them to spar with him. He's not very competitive but will go into a slightly depressive state when losing an important fight. Oboru can also be pretty intense when All Might is mentioned and he spends his weekends training himself and his quirk to keep the vow he made to himself when he was younger. He is not ashamed of his admiration of All Might but his body still reacts to the teasing in the form of him blushing, though he constantly ignores this. He has a great many All Might collectibles in his room which he will excitedly show off to his friends as well when given the chance.

Likes:­ anything that deals with All might will keep Oboru entertained for hours on end. He enjoys going outside during windy days, sitting on the hammock hung up in his back porch. Other times, he'll slip on his roller blades and skate around his neighborhood just enjoying the fresh air.

Dislikes:­ due to an incident when he was younger, Oboru has an intense dislike(fear) of heights. Oboru is not a fan of horror movies, both because they can scare him for a few days and also because if they aren't scary theyre just plain awful in his opinion. Braces: it was about the only thing his parents' put their foot down on and he hates the way they look on him.

Strengths:­ Oboru has endless amounts of determination, never backing down from a fight and always trying to find ways to gain an advantage. Having constantly trained with his quirk, Oboru now has great control and precision with it. Although this doesn't affect his recoil, he can determine an almost exact amount of output he can generate before it really starts affecting him.

Weaknesses:­ When angered enough, Oboru can give into the bratty nature he tries to keep under wraps, taking off on his own and getting himself into more trouble than necessary. Oboru's fear of heights hinders his chances of reaching his full potential with his quirk.

Appearance: Oboru is about 5'8", an average height for his age with a slight tan, his hair is a dark brown styled in short but tight curls, his eyes are slightly rounded and are two shades lighter than his hair like creamed coffee. The palms of his hands as well as the area around his wrists contain enlarged pores that are arranged in swirls on his skin. Theyre big enough to be seen with the naked eye and look almost like tiny holes. He has about 40 of these pores on each arm, 15 on his palms and 30 on his arms from his wrists to halfway down his forearms. Oboru has a muscular build similar to a wrestler but not overly so, as in he has a four-pack of abs and he could carry something about 100lbs with either his arms or legs. He may struggle with it though. He has relatively high cheek bones, a pointed nose and braces which he hates, choosing to smile without showing his teeth or covering his mouth when laughing.

Standard Clothes: Oboru likes to wear tank tops and short sleeved shirts with solid colors or simple patterns paired with jean shorts, loose fitting knee-length pants and various trousers. He always wears running shoes like sneakers and tennis shoes. His favorite outfit is a red shirt with burgundy short sleeves, red trousers with a dark red and orange swirled pattern on the sides and red sneakers.

Costume:­ olive green sleeveless jumpsuit with swirling patterns stitched in silver. Brown tool belt around his waist filled with all kinds of medication for dizziness and nausea as well as first aid tools. He wears brown shoes with black soles, the soles as well as the bottoms of the shoes are made with a fabric that allows air to flow freely inside it. He keeps gold rimmed aviator goggles around his neck when he's not wearing them.

Weapons/Gadgets:­ Special shoes that allow air to freely travel in and out of them, making it easier for him to ride his hurricane dash. Aviator goggles to protect his eyes from gravel or sand kicked up by his winds. A tool belt filled with various home remedies and medications for nausea, dizziness and headaches as well as bandages and triple antibiotics.

Swim:­ Oboru owns a blue and green swim trouser set as well as blue goggles. He likes to swim underwater.

Sleep:­ sleeps in long pajama pants and a short sleeve pajama shirt. Naturally they're All Might themed.

Winter:­ Oboru doesn't change his style much unless it's snowing then he'll wear thick sweat pants, a light jacket and a scarf.

Formal:­ he wears a black blazer with black slacks and a red button up shirt underneath. On his feet he'll have clogs or pointed dress shoes.

*Who would they?­ Fall for:­ Oboru is a bit of an odd ball, attracted to people that are his complete opposite. Outgoing, constantly smiling or joking people with a knack for dragging others into adventures. He himself can be a joker as well but it's rarely seen even around friends unless he's in a good mood.

Befriend:­ Oboru isn't very picky when it comes to the friends he makes, so long as they aren't bullies or overly cocky/rude, he's willing to hang around them. Most of his friends end up being adventurous types that like to explore or hang around outside.

Hate:­ Oboru has a severe dislike for those that are bossy or think they are better than anyone else for shallow reasons.

Respect:­ He respects those that are quirkless or have weak quirks, yet still try their hardest to improve. Oboru also respects people that are normally considered underdogs and fight against what the world expects of them, so long as they aren't doing any misdeeds in the process.

Rival:­ Anyone with a quirk that counters his is instantly a rival in Oboru's book as well as those with powerful quirks in general.

Hobbies/Skills:­ Exceptional balance thanks to riding around on his cyclones, he's even immune to getting dizzy from anything outside his quirk recoil. He's an avid reader, constantly having a book in hand at home when resting.

*How they Act­ Towards Romantic Int­erests: When Oboru is interested in someone he turns into a bit of a self groomer, trying to subtlety fix his hair if he thinks it's messy and wearing small amounts of cologne. He avoids eye contact but may try to ask them out for casual hang outs.

Acquaintances:­ Oboru is pretty all business with acquaintances, he may crack a smile or two but still comes off as detached from others. It's not much different from how he acts around strangers since he feels that they won't be around him very long.

Towards Friends/Clos­e Friends: with his buddies Oboru finally let's his guard down, making jokes and horsing around. His passion for training pops up as well, trying to find or make time for some friendly sparring to keep in shape. Oboru also likes to hang outside with his friends, either at parks or grabbing a bite to eat.

Rivals:­ If they allow him to get away with it, Oboru will relentlessly pursue them in hopes of sparring with them to improve his own quirk as well as working out the kinks and weak spots in it.

Towards Enemies:­ When it comes to civilian or classmate enemies, Oboru can't seem to decide between totally ignoring them or constantly picking a fight with them over any little thing that bothers him. Against villains, Oboru will fight them with everything he has while also doing his best to only incapacitate them to make capture easy.

Towards Iconic Figur­es: Oboru does have other iconic figures aside from All Might and he acts the same towards all of them. He hits Iida levels of politeness; he won't make any robotic movements but he will be incredibly formal to the point that it may become uncomfortable for the person on the receiving end.

Meeting Strangers:­ Oboru can be mistaken as an aloof or unfriendly person when meeting strangers, only offering a curt handshake and his last name. If he is particularly distracted when meeting someone, he may not even look at them during their introduction.

When Facing Fears:­ while brave enough to face most of his fears, he can still unconsciously use his quirk. It's nothing serious being more of a small spiralling breeze seeping from his pores. If the fear involves him falling from somewhere high, he goes on pure instinct, most of the time his quirk will just cause him more harm then good.

In a life changing s­ituation: Being a creature of habit, Oboru hates anything that can drastically change his way of life. He'll fight it tooth and nail if possible and if nothing can be done to stop it, Oboru will try to change things back to normal. Otherwise he'll fall into a pit of denial trying to fall back into his usual tempo, even good changes don't sit very well with him if it's vastly different from his comfort zone.

History:­ After 7 failed attempts at having children, oboru was born on his parents' 8th try and they were so ecstatic that they began to spoil him relentlessly. For 5 whole years oboru never knew the meaning of the word "no", this led him to be a very spoiled pre-teen unfortunately prone to throwing slight tantrums when not given his way. "Luckily" he suffers through a humbling experience at the age of 11 when a villain with the ability to turn into a gargoyle took him hostage. The gargoyle was blasted out of the sky by a rookie hero, sending Oboru quite literally tumbling to his death. His panic and fear caused him to misfire his quirk repeatedly until the recoil left him reeling, unable to tell if he was falling or flying up. Thankfully, All might had been nearby and the hero quickly saves oboru from the misfortune of becoming one with the asphalt. Oboru and his parents never were able to thank All Might enough in their minds and Oboru himself vows to become a hero to eventually pay back the massive debt he owes to the great hero. He very nearly worked himself to death after learning that All Might would be teaching at U.A, only truly relaxing and resting after being admitted to the school.

Relationships:

Family: Kiara (mother) can also create cyclones with her hands -if used too much, her hands and arms will cramp up very badly-

Eiji (father) can control air currents -has no major recoil but is very weak in areas with little to no wind-

Currently dating Ritsuo as of four months, he's pretty shy about it but not ashamed. He just has no idea how to really act without going overboard and is a bit paranoid that they may get in trouble for PDA. They've already shared a kiss but don't do much more than that.

Ethnicity/Nationality: pure blooded Japanese; Oboru was born in Okinawa, Japan.

Fighting Style: Oboru is all about close quarters combat, making his cyclones around his hands and feet to add extra power to his strikes. The winds tend to push his opponents back or leave them winded and he is quick to take advantage of that, only backing off if they're out of commission or immune to his wind. When things get dicey, he'll hang back and switch to using ranged attacks, flinging cyclones and tornadoes at his opponent.

Habits: not a habit so much as a necessity Oboru will take a few minutes to floss his braces or fix the bands in them. He hates them with every fiber of his being so he saves that habit for when he's alone in the bathroom or if he finds a dark corner to hide in. The pores on his palms and arms are big enough to get water or dirt in them so there are times he will force air out of them to clean anything out.

Residence: Oboru stays at home with his parents; they live in a two story home with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a back patio and a front porch. His parents share one bedroom while Oboru has his own. The last room is for guests if any of them bring friends over. The patio has a hammock set up as well as two chairs and features a view of their own and only orange tree.

Musical Themes: MHA OST Hero A

Quotes:­ "I'm not cocky or stubborn, I just know I can do better- I HAVE to do better!", "Why do I want to be a hero? Since when did the desire to see people smiling in joy or relief need to be questioned?", "Even heroes need to be saved but that doesn't make the blow to my pride any less painful."

Quirk Name:­ Cyclone

Type: Emitter

Description:­ The enlarged pores on Oboru's arms and hands can generate powerful gusts of wind that, due to their placing, shape into cyclones and tornadoes of varying sizes. Oboru can use these to increase his speed as well as his strength by packing extra power into his attacks or he can use them as a stand alone attack force.

Strengths:­ Oboru can use smaller cylcones as skates to get around faster and he can increase their size to "fly" through the air. The average speed of his rotating cylcones reach about 60 to 75mph and if he gets really serious, he can crank the wind speed up to 115mph. However, going that high brings about some hefty repercussions. Very handy for keeping enemies at bay.

Weaknesses: He can only adjust the power of the cyclones currently touching his body, once he releases them they will steadily weaken over a 20 to 30 second time frame depending on how big they are. Surprisingly, the larger the cyclone, the less time it stays formed. As he continuously uses his quirk, Oboru begins to feel light-headed, dizzy and off-balance, his vision twisting and rocking as if he sat in a chair and spun himself in it. This causes headaches and nausea as well, eventually leaving him incapacitated for a few hours if he doesn't take time to recover.

Main Skills: Whirlwind fist- focuses a tightly spinning cyclone around his fist and releases it upon impact. Wind speeds normally at 40 to 50mph.

Hurricane dash: uses two mini cyclones as skates to maneuver around. They can be replenished as many times until Oboru can no longer fight his quirk recoil. The winds spin at 35mph but can make Oboru himself "skate" to a maximum speed of 40mph.

Tornado upper- Oboru charges at his target, flipping himself into a handstand where he uses his winds to spin himself like a top. The spin adds enough force to his legs that it knocks his opponent into the air. He makes himself spin at about 15 to 20mph.

Slicing maelstrom: creates two large cyclones which he then combines to form an even larger cyclone to entangle his opponent in (surefire way to set off his recoil) Wind speeds reach up to 90mph.

Eye of the storm: similar to slicing maelstrom, Oboru creates a massive cyclone using both hands. Instead of launching it at his target, he holds onto it, controlling its power and what path it takes. Oboru can only hold it for 25 seconds and immediately afterwards, he will pass out. If he is interrupted part way through depending on how long he had it, he will collapse from exhaustion and be unable to move for a few minutes. Oboru can force the wind speeds to hit 115mph at the cost of getting hit with an intensified version of his normal recoil and only being able to maintain that wind speed for 12 seconds.

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https://chubbysewcialist.tumblr.com Ordered this for about $20 after several panelists at Dragoncon hailed it as the bible of patten drafting, tho one of the reviews on Amazon said it also screwed up the calculations on drafting arm-holes. Whups. The most recent edition is a prohibitively expensive textbook (even as an e-book), but since I’m not doing this for school I could afford older and cheaper from an indie shop.

Was already curious about drafting my own patterns, but at another DCon panel about commercial patterns I learned all patterns published by the Big 4 are sized for a B-cup (suddenly so much makes sense). At that point I was sold on taking this next step.

Slowly getting thru the first chapters, and I have a bunch of UFOs I’d like to get out of the way first (from before my machine broke down), but so far the plan is to use all that stash linen I no longer like to:

1) Try out the ‘basic block’ dress. It looks boring and unflattering for my figure, but I want to make sure I can walk before I try running. And it would count as a 'wearable muslin’ so it could surprise me.

2) Draft wide leg pants that don’t require a zillion darts around the waist, b/c that’s how I turned a drawstring pants pattern into something a bit more fitted last year. And they’re OK pants, but they could be better.

3) Draft a blazer that fits me. FINALLY. Because I’ve never had a blazer pattern work out for me (tho a few years ago I made some amusing fails at it). Outerwear jackets have been less fraught than finding a blazer, but then outerwear is designed that way.

Short goals list to start, b/c this could very well drive me nutz, and I still have to find an online revision of the armhole calculations. After these I’d like to start drafting my own basic blocks for knit dresses and tops (instructions for knits are included in the 5th edition), but I sadly don’t have much spare knit in my stash  and won’t have the cash for more until maybe Xmas. Not to mention, no money for nicer woven fabric if I can perfect pants and blazers.

Might also adjust some of my commercial patterns that I already liked (or thought I did, grr b-cup) once I have a firmer grasp on my measurements and see if that improves some things.