There's a little extra room in the cups, but overall, I think I nailed it.
The trick to sizing up the bottoms is to add all the extra inches you need on the back. Just make the front according to pattern and subtract that from your hip measurement. Then, add however many extra inches you need to fit the back, and figure out a good increase layout and off you go!
You'll need size #3 thread (I used WeCrochet Curio) and a 3.25mm hook. Pattern is here (or you can message me).
Also, enjoy this very low effort very pin up shot:
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they should've been at the club(infertility treatment centers)
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Hey friendly reminder that Jesper Fahey was supposed to be attending Ketterdam University, the same place the royal family decided to send Nikolai to (and assumed he was also attending). If I see one more person dumb Jesper down to comic relief when he was smart enough to get into the same school a prince was attending, it's on sight.
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We only see each other at funerals
(On Jason, Thalia, Nico, Bianca, and their parallels/connections)
The Titan's Curse (Rick Riordan), @/anxiousmaya_, Right Now (Gracie Abrams), The Battle of the Labyrinth (Rick Riordan), Joan of Arc (Mary Gordon), The Lost Hero (Rick Riordan), Episodes Toward and Elegy for Halley's Comet (Lindsey Drager), Jason Grace (Riordan Wiki), The Gods Show Up (Michael Kinnucan), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), What the Living Do (Marie Howe), The House of Hades (Rick Riordan), Planet of Love (Richard Siken), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), Tangerine (Nolune), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), The Blood of Olympus (Rick Riordan), I Bet On Losing Dogs (Mitski), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/abhorarchive (Twitter), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), Seventeen (MARINA), The Burning Maze (Rick Riordan), @/rollercoasterwords, The Tyrant's Tomb (Rick Riordan), @/the-overanalyst, Where Things Come Back (John Corey Whaley), Grit (Silas Denver Martin), Softcore (The Neighbourhood), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Frost (Mitski), @/moonbends, I'm Your Man (Mitski), Sun Bleached Flies (Ethel Cain), The Tower of Nero (Rick Riordan), Three (Sleeping At Last), My Art
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cold fruit in a hot kitchen (so i had this great watermelon last weekend)
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Shoutout to a bunch of voices crushing on the Razor
Voice of the Broken: She doesn't want us.
Voice of the Contrarian: You're just saying that because you want her to be into you.
Voice of the Broken: I know. I thought I was being obvious.
Voice of the Paranoid: Maybe it'll work! Maybe it'll throw her off. I know I'd be thrown off if she started flirting with us.
Voice of the Contrarian: Yeah, because you'd be into it.
Voice of the Paranoid: No comment.
Voice of the Stubborn: I'm into it.
Voice of the Cheated: I can't say I mind either. If it weren't for all the cheating, I'd say she's pretty cute.
Bonus:
Hero doesn't know if he's into the Razor
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no one would notice if i ever vanished // if bodies could sustain // this never-ending army // like blood pumping through a vein
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:OOO hello. anyway since these are all posters i'd have in an ideal world or smth and i'd like to store the high res versions somewhere,,, here's the google drive folder for them? hehe ''
close up!
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@theweepingmortician‘s fic
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Shell shock? What? Come on Corporal, get out of that daze. We have more pressing matters to get to. I have a very important question. Would you still love me if I were a worm?
Yes, sir. I would fill a mason jar with mud and carry you around in it at all times to make sure you were safe. (A shell goes off a few dozen yards away, throwing dirt and debris into the air. It lands with a series of soft patters in the ankle deep mud of the trench. I stare at the ground for an uncomfortably long time, watching the soil soak up the water and become mud. My thoughts are far far away. You wait expectantly. I finally look up.) Can I also be a worm?
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i think one of the most disappointing things is to see that your childhood friends have grown up to represent the kind of people you're disappointed in
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I've long lauded the entertainment value of running around LotRO on an overleveled hunter and oneshotting everything.
Little did I guess the entertainment value of running around LotRO on an overleveled brawler and oneshotting everything.
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Hey. Hey what if one of the OG lyctors was Jewish pre-resurrection. Wouldn’t that be so fucked up
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Since you added on to that Nobilis post, I don’t suppose you know where online one could find people to play with?
Aside from "in the notes of that post" (I'm secretly hoping at least one game starts directly from this suggestion, but not holding my breath for it)...
Following the Glitch Kickstarter back in 2020, a Discord server centered on the works of Jenna Moran emerged. It's probably the highest concentration of Nobilis players into one digital space. We also do a ton of other stuff there! Here's an invite link!*
If Discord doesn't suit you, I'm not sure - obviously I've seen that there's a rising awareness of Nobilis on tumblr, but it can be hard to coordinate between people hereabouts. I would encourage the would-be players reading this to organize amongst yourselves, though, like... tumblr might not be a place online where one could find people to play Nobilis now but I'd love for it to become such a place! Beyond that, well, me, personally, I'm really just a tumblr/Discord woman, for better or worse. I'm sure there are Nobilis players on Cohost! I probably even know them! But I don't know how to find 'em, necessarily. I'm open to comments from anyone with more information on this matter!
And just to be upfront about this part: the current state of affairs means that games of Nobilis tend to emerge slowly. This is something I'm hoping to change with my propaganda, certainly, but I don't want anyone to expect to roll into the Discord server and find a group day one. It might happen! Depends on how this post does, I imagine. But I don't want to give an unrealistic impression.
*this invite link is currently active and should remain so. If it is deactivated at some future point (due to spam or misuse) I will edit this post. right before I hit post I remembered I can't edit asks that I've answered. If the link don't work anymore we probably had a good reason!
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Since last year, I’ve had an idea for a Harry Potter fic rattling around in my head prompted by the realization that Lily’s death is necessary for the love-magic-protection that enables Harry to survive both killing curses, but James’s isn’t—what does the world look like if James Potter somehow survives? I came to the conclusion that because the protection spell that Dumbledore originally uses to protect Harry until he comes of age applies to those of Lily’s blood, he would still want him to live with the Dursley’s, and thus Dumbledore decides that the best course of action is for 21 year old, traumatized, newly-widowed James to fake his death. It’s safest for Harry, the Death Eaters already think he’s dead, and it’s really useful for Dumbledore to have a piece on the chessboard that both the Death Eaters and the Ministry don’t know about. James isn’t thrilled about this, but he’s too distraught (and too used to Dumbledore being right about everything) to argue. He’s really only a few years out of school, after all.
I know I had worked out all the logical kinks on this one at some point but I don’t really remember now—but the fic would involve James working as a sort of secret agent for Dumbledore, a wild card, if you will, while keeping an eye on Harry from afar. This James would be a little different than the one we’re familiar with—a bit more mature and serious, and of course absolutely wracked with guilt. He hardly resembles who he used to be after losing Lily, and he’s pretty dang desperate not to make any more mistakes, lose anyone else.
Snape of course is one of the only other people who would know James was alive, and the bad blood between them is as terrible as ever, as Snape would blame him for “letting” Lily get killed. (As if James doesn’t blame himself enough.)
Sirius would also know, as he was the first one to Godric’s Hollow after the attack and would have found James, but that doesn’t do much good after he’s arrested. The only way I can think to workaround the fact that Dumbledore would know Sirius was innocent if he had talked to James is if James was so seriously incapacitated after the attack on Godric’s Hollow (don’t ask how I don’t know. WAIT MAYBE IN THIS VERSION VOLDEMORT ENCOUNTERS LILY FIRST AND HER LOVE MAGIC EXTENDS TO BOTH HARRY AND JAMES??? OH MY GOSH???) that the “trial” occurs before James is lucid enough to talk and Dumbledore gives evidence against Sirius because he assumes he’s the Secret Keeper.
Other than fulfilling Dumbledore’s wishes and keeping an eye on Harry, James spends a lot of his time trying to figure out how to break Sirius out of Azkaban. Maybe he succeeds earlier than in the original series? He also is trying to hunt down Peter, of course—probably spots him in the newspaper like Sirius does. Or maybe he sees him with Ron while watching Harry?
Does Remus know that James is alive? I’m gonna say yes, but Dumbledore doesn’t know that. It makes no sense for him not to, he’s the only friend he has left.
I figure by Prisoner of Azkaban, James has had enough of Dumbledore’s nonsense and reveals himself to Harry—it would be pretty dang poetic if it’s during the first patronus scene, and it IS actually him casting it from across the lake. How would Harry react to finding out he’s been alive this whole time? Idk, it would be complicated, but man I’m getting emotional just thinking about it.
Also, while it does make sense that Dumbledore wouldn’t want James to use his original wand, I know it makes the most sense for James to have acquired a spare one somewhere—but the concept of James Potter with a Glock hit me over the head with a broom, and I’d love to somehow finagle it into making sense because can you imagine? Someone in the HP universe with a gun?? The comedic potential???
A dementor: *appears*
Harry and Sirius: “EXPECTO—“
James: *shoots it in the face*
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I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao
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plotted starter for @veitsia
The sea breeze pushed and tugged at Kaz's dark, tailored coat as he stood overlooking the docks, dark eyes sweeping over the ships that resided in the bay. He was seeking one in particular, anxiously awaiting its arrival — Inej Ghafa would be on it, temporarily returning from her voyage of which he'd heard plenty about. They hadn't seen each other for months and the furthest either of them had gotten with touching one another had been a heartfelt clasp of their bare hands, fingers entwined; puzzle pieces fitting together with ease as his thumb had sought out her pulse, beating steadily against her inner wrist. Alive, alive, alive.
It was what they'd done when he'd revealed the surprises he'd arranged for her and then again in the early morning before her departure. Of course on that day, he'd wanted to do more than hold her hand — thoughts of his lips brushing against hers, or even just wrapping his arms around her, feeling hers wrapped around him in turn, the gentle squeeze of reassurance ... but that squeeze had been reserved for their clasped hands. Kaz had let her go, wishing he'd done more, said more, but ... this time, perhaps he could do both.
When he caught the first sight of The Wraith, Kaz felt his heart practically leap into his throat, giddy, nervous energy crackling through him like wildfire. He took a steadying breath ... then he made his way to the berth he'd had built especially for her, the sound of his cane thunking against the wood bellow his boots a comforting anchor. She'd told him roughly what day and time she would arrive in her last letter, but he hadn't written her back yet — she wouldn't be expecting him to be standing here to greet her. Perhaps she would be hoping, though, and the mere idea of it sent Kaz's heart soaring. It was a strange sensation, one he instinctively felt the urge to scold himself for. Hopeful and lovesick, like a teenager.
Any concept of self consciousness completely evaporated as their eyes finally met, however — Kaz saw the relief and joy in her smile, bright and vibrant ... and it was for him. It was a smile he thought he would die to earn again. His eyes warmed to the color of dark honeyed tea, a crooked smile blooming across his features without his meaning to and he briefly averted his gaze, the gesture almost shy — if he weren't Kaz Brekker, of course. His hands felt painfully bare as he rested them atop his crows head cane, but ... he hoped Inej would see and understand the gesture.
❝Captain Ghafa,❞ he greeted her as she approached, his rock salt rasp warm with pride for her, using the title she'd begun to earn. Kaz wanted her to feel validated, but he also hoped she could hear how proud he was of her, despite how much his heart ached for her when she was away. Desires flashed through his mind rapidly — again, the thought of embracing her, a fleeting thought about what kissing her would feel like, telling her that he'd missed her ... but, he cleared his throat softy and instead, he said, ❝I considered organizing a welcoming party, but ... ❞ Kaz shrugged with an exaggerated sigh. ❝You'll just have to settle for me instead. ❞
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