#it will help you gain confidence

[trujellyfish]

on the note of clothes not falling right or warping in the wash, the way you lay out your pattern matters. unfortunately, this often means that you cannot cut fabric as conservatively as you would like.

selvage: factory edge of fabric

warp: the fabric grain that runs parallel to the selvage; non-stretch fabrics have little to no stretch along this grain

weft: fabric grain perpendicular to selvage; non-stretch fabrics may have a small or moderate amount of stretch along the weft

bias: diagonal grain; i have yet to meet a fabric that doesn't have at least a small amount of stretch to the bias. maybe leather.

generally speaking, you want the warp of the fabric to follow the vertical line of your project; like the side seam of a pair of pants or the length of a sleeve.

if the cut of your clothes follow the bias or weft too much, they won't drape right and they'll stretch out weird. you see it a lot with fast fashion t-shirts; ever noticed your side seams start to sort of migrate to the front or back? can't quite get the shirt to lay perfectly flat when you're trying to fold it and you kinda feel like burning it instead? yeah that usually means it was cut poorly.

also: don't forget to change the needle of your sewing machine every so often, especially if you're working with light fabrics like silk. i usually know it's time when it snags a thread and throws me into a rage :) (sometimes you can fix that by just scratching it back; water can help)

i also recommend leather thimbles if you're like me and hate the little cup ones

Things I wish I had read in "beginner" sewing tutorials/people had told me before I started getting into sewing

You have to hem *everything* eventually. Hemming isn't optional. (If you don't hem your cloth, it will start to thread. There are exceptions to this, like felt, but most cloth will.)

The type of cloth you choose for your project matters very much. Your clothing won't "fall right" if it's not the kind of stretchy/heavy/stiff as the one the tutorial assumes you will use.

Some types of cloth are very chill about threading, some are very much not. Linen doesn't really give a fuck as long as you don't, like, throw it into the washing machine unhemmed (see below), whereas brocade yearns for entropy so, so much.

On that note: if you get new cloth: 1. hem its borders (or use a ripple stitch) 2. throw it in the washing machine on the setting that you plan to wash it going forward 3. iron it. You'll regret it, if you don't do it. If you don't hem, it'll thread. If you don't wash beforehand, the finished piece might warp in the first wash. If you don't iron it, it won't be nice and flat and all of your measuring and sewing will be off.

Sewing's first virtue is diligence, followed closely by patience. Measure three times before cutting. Check the symmetry every once in a while. If you can't concentrate anymore, stop. Yes, even if you're almost done.

The order in which you sew your garment's parts matters very much. Stick to the plan, but think ahead.

You'll probably be fine if you sew something on wrong - you can undo it with a seam ripper (get a seam ripper, they're cheap!)

You can use chalk to draw and write on the cloth.

Pick something made out of rectangles for your first project.

I recommend making something out of linen as a beginner project. It's nearly indestructible, barely threads and folds very neatly.

Collars are going to suck.

The sewing machine can't hurt you (probably). There is a guard for a reason and while the needle is very scary at first, if you do it right, your hands will be away from it at least 5 cm at any given time. Also the spoils of learning machine sewing are not to be underestimated. You will be SO fast.

I believe that's all - feel free to add unto it.

[satans-knitwear]

I think you're really awesome. You're gorgeous, you're funny, you have great taste in star wars memes. I wish I could be as cool and confident as you, but I'm honestly not a very good-looking girl. I know I can always work to improve myself, and I am trying, and honestly you're a bit of inspiration to keep me going. So thank you.

Honestly my love, I wish I was actually as cool and fabulous as I can come across on this blog! And I also wish I had the confidence to tell other people how much I adore and respect them in the way you have managed to do.

We all look at other people and see something we admire and aspire to, and i think that is such a beautiful thing, as long as we can find a way to do the same for ourselves!

I am so proud of the hours it takes me to put together a look for you guys, it shows my dedication! and I find my star wars posting very sexy of me.

[fisheito]

my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled

OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels 🤣 BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY

[moe-broey]

AU I made when I was REALLY fixated on Pokemon Violet where I just put everyone in the fucking academy as transfer or exchange students. Originally it was just the SuMo squad and I had some comics (unfinished) about it, interactions between everyone, ect! Then I got distracted and months later I pick up White 2 and well. Back on my bullshit LMFAOOO 🫡

Unfortunately Lillie and Gladion look much better in person, did not show up on camera well 🥲

All of this is just proof of concept anyway!! Espppp trying to get a feel for color palettes and having fun pushing the uniform rules to their limits LMFAO, and also wanting to show how a character wears a uniform can also be a reflection of themselves!

[knizuu]

COUGH i keep looking at beginners looks at reading music cause I ain't walking in choir like a moron-

[isthisjackie]

If you’re plus sized and have a hard time feeling comfortable and confident in your body, I strongly recommended following some plus sized folks with NSFW. Obvi if you’re not comfortable with that, I totally understand but like even just people who post lewds and selfies will make a huge difference.

Like I follow quite a few and it’s like “that person is hot, and they have a similar body to me, so therefore my body is also bangin’” like I feel like seeing bodies like yours can be just so cathartic and validating

[mysunshine-youremoonlight]

like it feels . Strange when you can tell the writers are Aiming For Straight Men? also i like romance in my games and in the ones i've played where you can pick between a male and female protagonist it feels like There's A Tangible Difference in how female love interests and male love interests are written and because. heterosexuality assumed, i play female protags for male love interests because female love interests are written so weird

oooh yeah i can see where you're coming from. god. like even though you can have platonic routes with the female members of ur party in persona it always seems like it's leading towards romance?????? like. fucken HARU. god. haru i love you but please (if you've never seen her s-link when you get to the one where you can choose to romance her or not if you reject her she gets all sad and it kinda makes you feel guilty for??? not wanting to romance her???)

like its So weird.......

[freebooter4ever]

i send my friend suggestions of tourist places to see in his new country (his contract was extended, lucky him!) or messages about friend of friends i have living there that he could maybe meet for fellow americans to talk to, and his response is always that he doesnt have time. and not in that exaggerated way that people do to seem busy. but in that bone tired way i recognize from him here in LA, that i recognize in myself.

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

I reeeeaaaallly really like Brave Bernadetta....finally they didn't do my beloved Bernie dirty....

[calebs-hangout-corner]

Thinking about Brooke again

[captain-of-the-roses]

Copper Queen, meet the Copper King

Read on Ao3!

False woke up in a pile of sand.

She wasn't sure if she was surprised by that or not, given the recent happenings. False forced her eyes open and stared up at the clear blue sky, the bright sun still high. At least that meant she hadn't been out long, or so she assumed.

Groaning, False pushed herself up and looked around herself. Apparently, it was not, in fact, a pile of sand. It was a desert. Wide and seemingly never ending, everywhere False looked was just more and more sandy hills. Vultures cawed overhead and she took that as her cue to get up and move.

Stumbling to her feet, she picked a direction -one that was, for some reason, drawing her in- and started to walk.

As she did so, she thought. The last thing she remembered was the shock that shook the world, the dozen or so names that had popped into the world chat, and a rush of adrenaline. And then, just as suddenly, she was here, alone in a desert.

False frowned and dug through her inventory and pockets hoping to find something. There was nothing in her inventory, not even any of the potions she always kept on her, but she did still have her communicator. Sighing in relief, she popped it open and read through it. The most recent was, obviously, the notification that she joined the game.

She paused quickly, glancing around her. Was this spawn? The group she knew decorated their spawn, yet the area around her was barren. And, by a quick scroll through the rest of the chat, this world was not. It was also filled with the group she had been… well, not friendly with. Acquainted with probably worked.

So, to review, False was in a desert with no memory on how she got there, not in the same world but with the same people, and had nothing to her name except her com.

Could it get any worse?

About an hour later, as she fought off the third pillager group she had run into, False learned to regret those words because yes, it could get worse. Much worse.

False ducked and rolled as a pillager took a swing at her. Sand went flying everywhere, including her eyes, and she had to waste precious few seconds to scrub at her eyes.

Hearing footsteps, False jumped to the side, catching herself with a hand to keep from plummeting into the sand again. She seemed to have jumped just in time as, in the spot she had been occupying, an axe was embedded in the sand.

False bit out a curse and lunged for the axe the same time the pillager did, wrestling with the mob to take the weapon into her own hands. Luckily, False's strength won and she got claim over the weapon.

With a swing, she chopped through the pillager's arm with surprising ease. The mob screamed and backed away, but its buddies rapidly approached in defense of it.

False quickly stood up, axe held tight in her hands, and growled at them. One of the braver ones -or, in her opinion, stupider- rushed forward with a snarl. False, raised the axe higher and charged in with a yell.

An arrow shot through the air. False skidded to a stop, watching as the arrow flew and struck the pillager in the forehead. Nothing moved for a moment. Then, the pillager fell to the ground, liveless, and exploded into dust. False took the risk and turned to try to spot whoever just saved her.

A few feet away, already notching another arrow, was a man who looked startlingly like the historian of the Ancient Capitol. Pixlriffs. Though, not quite.

False didn't get a chance to fully take in the stranger who looked like her… trading ally. Another pillager ran forward, the other two quickly followed. Strange Man shot arrow after arrow at the mobs as False ducked down and swiped at the pillagers' legs with her axe.

An arrow, one with clear hostile intent, shot an inch away from her cheek. False froze. Whipping around, False stared up at the outpost to see another pillager aiming its crossbow at her. She crouched down, ready to roll out of the way, when Strange Man saved her once again and killed the pillager with another perfectly aimed arrow.

Shoulders dropping and axe slipping out of her hands, False turned toward Strange Man and was only slightly surprised -mostly startled- to see him closing the distance between them, curiosity sparkling in his eyes. Another similarity to Pixlriffs besides his looks.

"Are you lost?" Strange Man asked with an easy smile. "Are you from Mythland or the Grimlands? You must be far from home, if that's the case."

Mythland? Grimlands? False furrowed her brow in confusion as she continued to stare at the awfully cheerful person before her. She knew she wasn't familiar with the other's empires, but surely she would've known their names.

Realizing she had yet to answer Strange Man, False forced a laugh and said, "Uh, no. I'm not from there, but, yes. I am very far from home. It would seem. I'm sorry- who are you?"

Strange Man's expression softened. He held out his hand and said, "I'm Pixlriffs, the Vigilkeeper." False was going to scream. "And who might you be?"

"I- um," forcing down the scream, False choked out, "False. I'm False. I think."

"Well, False. How about we get you out of this sun and something to eat?"

False, despite her general unease, readily agreed.

False sighed as she sat down on the centerpiece of the city, a sun hat keeping her shaded and a cold potion of strength held in her hands. Now that she was safe-ish and no longer running the risk of overheating, she had more time to think.

She took a sip of the potion and glanced over to where Strange-Pixlriffs was talking with a ginger man with dragon-like wings. This Pixlriffs acted the same, though was a bit less willing to bump shoulders like the Pixlriffs False knew. Something similar could be said about his looks; while his appearance was nearly identical, this Pixlriffs had less gray hair. Small differences, but noticeable.

This city, the one Pixlriffs had mentioned ruling over, was also certainly not the Ancient Capitol. Sure, it looked ancient, but it was bustling with people and music and life. A stark contrast to the empty Capitol which was silent save for occasional footsteps and bird calls.

It all put False on edge. Which, if she was being fair, wasn't that hard to do. Her point still stood.

Strange-Pixlriffs walked over to her, another potion in his hands. He handed it to her with a smile and a laugh, "You seem quite suspicious of me."

False's face lit up with an embarrassed blush. She had thought she had been subtle, but apparently not. Taking the offered potion, she cleared her throat and mumbled, "You remind me of someone I knew."

"Oh?" Strange-Pixl inquired. Instead of doing what she was, sitting on the candled centerpiece, he dropped to the ground.

"Yeah, he…" how much was False willing to share? This could all be one elaborate trap. It could be a dream or vivid hallucination. But, if the man wanted to hurt her, he would've done it already, right? False took a deep breath. "He looked like you. A little older, though."

Strange-Pixlriffs huffed, taking the two empty potion bottles from False, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"He's a historian. Doesn't quite fit, however. He brought back dodos, so necromancer is probably a better term. It fits considering he's trying to revive a dead city."

"Well that's exciting."

False nodded with a hint of a smile. For a reason she couldn't place, being able to talk freely with seemingly no possible reproductions loosened something. "He and a few of the others have helped me out at my place. It's not much, but I'm working on it. There still the issue of my iron farm-"

False may be stuck in some strange place with people who seem like her friends but aren't, but she felt inexplicably safe, and for now, until she could get back home, that was enough.

[bluerasbunny]

and what if i post a ficlet here. what then

note; its set to AO3 users only!!

tw; this piece is heavy!! keep that in mind and be careful when you read!!

[caramelmochacrow]

yk i was working on a post where i tried to guess the next relations event after the kurumi and miiko relations but ig i was gonna be wrong either way bc there wasnt going to be any relations after that lmfao 🥲

[unikorpi]

Reading through the nice tags people have left on my art never fails to make me smile

[lord-squiggletits]

The thing about writing advice is that generally the people who insist the hardest that "you HAVE to listen to writing advice or else you're just some stupid kid/loser who will never get better and thinks they're better than everyone else" are the ones that are mainly into writing critique to huff their own farts and feel as if they're intellectually superior, or think that babbling out some sort of half-assed vaguely analytical critique actually counts as critique.

In fact, I might even venture to say that writers (particularly ones who are young and/or only doing it for fun) shouldn't worry about asking for criticism at all should simply write as much and as often as possible, because when you're young and passionate and inexperienced the best way to learn is to just keep practicing again and again, not to get your hopes squashed by a bunch of pretentious strangers online giving you "critique" that may or may not be actually good.

And if/when you do decide to take criticism on your writing, please for the love of all that's holy take criticism from people that you know, and those people should be generally intelligent, insightful, creative, and kind. Can't stress enough that getting bad critique from a bunch of strangers who barely know you or your work <<<<<<<<<<< getting critique from one or three trusted people (friends, beta readers, teachers, professors, etc) who actually have your interests at heart and know what kind of writer you want to be.

[nonuggetshere]

Having a very shitty day after yesterday, will probably just focus on the doodles and don't do anything more today ✌️ but that depends on how I'll feel later

So, sorry if I don't end up replying to many asks today