#Verena Knitting

[purplerainbowdragon]

Rapunzel from verena knitting. Knitted with wool from the attic! Fair Isle cuffs with lace or seed stitch like main pattern

[rarebritney]

Verena knitting magazine, winter 2010

[aliminalspaceasmr]

I come with questions!

1) Do you have any personal headcanons for any of the characters? ( whether the character is a listener or not )

2) Do you picture any of the characters a certain way or leaving all of it completely up to interpretation?

3) Will we be learning more about Kaylee, Serena or Helena anytime soon? ( like more of their backstory etc )

4) Is the whole of Resurrection based in present time? The technology in the Tower seems pretty impressive.

Oh my goodness, this makes me so happy!! I would love to answer!

1) I do have certain headcanons for the characters! Mostly for the non-listener ones. I can go through a few!

I always imagined Serena to be pursuing something in the arts, like acting, prior to her death/resurrection.

Kaylee I imagine as very athletic, but in a sporty way. She would rather run around all day playing soccer then go to the gym.

Helena likes to knit in her spare time, as a hobby that keeps her hands busy and soothes her brain. I imagine she could make some beautiful handmade sweaters.

Lennox often eats a lot of protein bars rather than actual meals, since she’s working so often, but when she does take the time she’s an excellent cook.

Morgan’s guilty pleasure is reality TV, but she would admit this to no one. She likes the drama.

Despite Odette’s protests, Verena never went to college. Instead, she taught herself hacking during high school to try and help Odette make ends meet.

2) I definitely have my own idea about how the characters look, but I’m trying my best to leave my biases out of the actual audios, so that listeners can picture the characters however they want!

3) Yes! There’s an episode dedicated to Serena’s backstory coming in Season Two, and one for Kaylee coming in Season Three. I tried to pace so that as the relationships with their listeners progresses, we naturally learn more about them. Helena will also get some dedicated backstory time as well, although I think that will come out more in the Season Three/Season Four plot.

4) It is based loosely in the present time! I definitely recognize I take liberties with the “fiction” part of science fiction in terms of their technology, but the story takes place currently.

Thank you so much for these questions! You truly don’t know just how happy it makes me to have someone care about the story, and I hope I answered them to your satisfaction!

[lazy-vegetarian]

Tígull by Verena Cohrs on Ravelry

[starlit-dreaming]

[12] in the back of my mind

Fandom: WMMAP Rating: G Ship: Eventual Lucathy, Felily, Calena, and more Note: the Twin Sibling AU that i tried so hard not to write, but i DID, so naturally i have to call myself out for writing it. will be cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad under the same title

note: i thought this was made clear already in multiple responses and in the notes on wattpad and ao3 – verena is not athan’s endgame

Arc 1: Beginning of the End 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Arc 2: Of Princes and Villainesses 9 | 10 | 11 | [12] | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

Summary:

He was pretty sure he transmigrated into a fanfic of [The Lovely Princess] — after all, he would’ve remembered if Princess Athanasia had a younger twin who died.

// A retelling of WMMAP with a vital difference — Athanasia has a younger twin brother.

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12. where the stars all are

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“Could you…?” she trails off mid-whisper, looking up to the stars above, a blanket around her shoulders, a warm mug of hot cocoa in hand. She abruptly stops, as if her thoughts reached a conclusion. “Promise me that you won’t stop talking to me when I leave.”

“Don’t be stupid — you’re my best friend,” he huffs. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

She turns her head, looking at him with a smile.

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He doesn’t remember the colour of her hair, the colour of her eyes. All he remembers is the tears dripping down her cold cheeks, the way she flushed red as she gave him a heartbroken smile amidst the cold night.

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Her shoulders shake, and he feels like he’s at fault because it’s a pained expression caused by him, him, him…

“Hey…” she softly starts off.

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“…Athanasios,” a voice calls out, snapping him back to attention. “Your Imperial Highness, Prince Athanasios?”

Athanase blinks back into reality, finding himself sitting in the flower garden, the table set up with a tea set and the usual assortment of cakes. Sitting across from him was Lady Verena, who stared at him with knitted brows. A look of concern, from what he could tell.

“It’s nothing,” he states, looking back down at his cup of tea, taking a sip.

He tries to ignore the concerned look Felix gives him.

“Forgive me for being bold, Your Imperial Highness,” Verena frowned. “But you appear to be… rather pale. Perhaps we should reschedule our next meeting for another day?”

Athanase stares at her for a long moment.

“That would probably be for the best,” he begrudgingly acknowledges. “I will have to cut our time together short for today.”

“I wish you well, Prince Athanasios.”

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There is something unsettling about Lady Verena. It wasn’t the fact that she was Toska’s minor villainess, and asides for her obvious crush on him, she seemed like a regular girl. He hated not knowing anything about this situation — it was nothing like otome games, where he’d deliberately read the storylines on the game’s wiki page.

She reminded him of someone else, though. The way she smiles brightly at the sight of cake was oddly familiar.

And from the look she would sometimes give him, with her brows knit and lips pursed, well…

He wasn’t the only one who felt that odd familiarity.

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There is a boy with red eyes, whose gaze immediately meets with Athanasios as he walks past and into his sister’s room. Something about him was unsettling to Athanase, as he walked past with his long black hair swaying. Maybe he hates long black hair like that magician’s?

[—the wind rushes through his long hair, as his eyes shut tight and he—]

…?

What was that?

It didn’t feel like any of his dreams.

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He stands outside with his father and Felix, who just left the room to give the magician a moment alone. His father had a seemingly angered look — or anxious, maybe? It seems that the boy with long hair is yet another magician here to try and save Athanasia. He holds his father’s hand, sticking close to his father’s side as he stares intently at the door.

For some strange reason, he feels so certain that if it’s anyone, that boy could save his sister.

Still, what was with this unsettling feeling inside his chest?

His chest feels kind of cold, too…

And he feels… tired.

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(He’s tired.)

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His sister wakes up.

For some strange reason, he can hear her again, but it seems like she can’t hear him anymore.

Strange.

He tugs on his father’s hand, urging him to go into the room, and his father obliges.

They open the door, and Athy gets out of bed.

And his father lets go of Athanase’s hand.

Their father stops Athy from falling.

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‘…oh,’ Athanase thinks, his chest aching with familiarity.

His hand grips his chest.

‘Oh.’

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(If everyone saves his sister from falling…

…then who will save Athanasios?)

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“It’s a relief that Her Imperial Highness, Crown Princess Athanasia, has finally woken up,” Verena comments with a smile — genuine or fake, he’s still not sure, and frankly he doesn’t want to know. “I wish her a smooth recovery. I’d like to get a gift for her, but I’m not sure what would suit her tastes.”

“Chocolates,” he quietly answers. “She likes chocolates.”

“I see,” she nods, seeming somewhat disinterested as she keeps glancing up at him from her teacup, as if wanting to see his reaction. “Does Your Highness enjoy chocolates as well?” Verena seemed nervous, as if she wanted to hear his answer.

Are you anything like your sister? is what he hears instead.

He stares at her for a brief moment before his gaze drifts across the garden. For a brief moment, his eyes rest on an empty spot where Felix would typically stand.

It doesn’t take a genius to know why Athanase didn’t have a guard with him today.

“No,” he states as he slowly sinks his fork into his cake, watching red raspberry jam drip over the white layered cake. “I vastly prefer cake, and I find fruit flavours more refreshing than chocolate.”

“What about chocolate cake? Even if Your Highness doesn’t prefer chocolate, would Your Highness still enjoy it?”

It sounded like a thinly veiled question, but he doesn’t care. In fact, it feels like he doesn’t care much for anything these days.

“Only sometimes,” he takes a bite of his cake. “I’m not fond of bitter chocolate.”

‘Sometimes,’ he thinks in realization, ‘I’m not fond of my sister.’

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It’s normal for siblings to dislike each other at times. Athanase knows this, he has memories of conversations he had with his previous life’s best friend, who often complained about her brothers. He knew that while most siblings got along, there were those who didn’t. He knew that people had their petty disputes, but would pick their family in the end. He knew that people could get along and eventually grow an animosity for their family later in life.

Athanase knows that the only reason he gets along with Athanasia was because they were all that they had for the first few years of their lives. They were both fuelled by self-interest — his sister wanting to live, and Athanase wanting to enjoy his life — and he knows that he would be willing to do anything to keep her safe. Her magic-induced coma scared him enough as is.

But he hates her at times. As twins, as the Emperor’s children, he expected the comparisons, the judgement and expectations.

Athanase didn’t expect to feel insecure.

He feels like a fool, at times. Despite knowing the story and relationships between Claude and his children, he became hopeful. Growing up with an absent father in his previous life, only to suddenly have a dad who abruptly chose to become a constant presence? A father that had saved their lives from drowning, had acknowledged their existence, even if it wasn’t acknowledging their status as his children. It was only natural for Athanase to see Claude and hope to be cared for in a genuine parent-child relationship, regardless of what his sister believed.

Was it strange? To go from having so much attention to wanting to be left alone, and yet wanting to be noticed by his family?

He wants to be remembered, but he also doesn’t want to be. He wants to be loved, he wants to be hated.

While everything was contradictory, he knows this, at least:

He doesn’t want to see his sister.

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(Sometimes, Athanase wishes that someone told him that he would grow to hate his sister from the very start.)

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“You’ll end up like your sister sooner or later,” the boy with red eyes states the next time they meet.

Immediately, his first thought was when his sister had woken up in tears before squealing in pain and calling out for their father. And then, he briefly thinks about the way his sister had woken up and was fawned over. He knows that it wasn’t her fault, he knows that he is cared for as well.

That doesn’t change the fact that he wishes they cared for him a little bit, too.

All of that aside, he was probably talking about the unstable mana that his sister was dealing with. How did that even happen to begin with? He never thought about it much until now, but it seemed sudden and strange. In the events leading up to it, well, she was eating more chocolate and…

She adopted Blackie, shortly before she fell unconscious.

Everything changed shortly after she met Blackie. Ori’s appearance was similar to Blackie, but opposite colours. Did this mean that Ori was gradually affecting him? It was also only recently that Ori’s been getting closer to him in proximity, but it feels nothing like how Athy must’ve felt. It was a burning pain, and all he’s been feeling recently is just a cold ache.

“I take it that it has something to do with that creature that my elder sister adores?” Athanasios frowns, mainly because of how much of a headache it all was, but also since he didn’t seem to bother with formalities.

“That’s your sister’s holy beast, I’m talking about a different holy beast — I’ve seen it hanging around you,” he clarifies. “Unlike your sister, your mana is slowly flowing back into you, since you weren’t constantly in contact with it,” and then there’s a malicious grin on his face. “But if you’re not careful, you’ll end up being a ticking time bomb.”

There was just something about this guy that Athanasios loathed. From what Athan could tell, the magician seemed to enjoy the prospect of watching an approaching train wreck.

The train wreck being Athanase, in this case.

“Well, I could always get rid of it before anything happens,” the wizard offers, his smirk seeming darker to Athanase all of a sudden.

“Thank you for the offer,” Athanase says in a disinterested tone, “But I refuse.”

Even though he pretty much blurted out what he was thinking, Athanase stood by the decision. The more he thought about it, the more he found himself accepting it more and more. Dying sounds troublesome, and he wants to see how life plays out, he wants to explore this world of possibilities.

Even though the magician was offering to nip the problem in the bud, he didn’t want to get rid of Ori by another person’s hands.

If Ori is what kills him, then let them make that decision, he thinks.

The magician frowned, brows pinched with a look of the utmost confusion. It was understandable — what sane person wouldn’t accept this offer, knowing that they could potentially end up dead if they do nothing about it?

“Your sister also refused to let me deal with the holy beast on my own.”

“Is that so? Do you intend on helping me in the event that it happens?”

“Only if I feel like it,” the boy admits.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to wait and see, won’t I?” Athanase closes his eyes.

He wonders when it will happen.

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He doesn’t have to wonder for long.

It happens quietly and unnoticed, like a fact that’s known but never acknowledged until later. It’s like warm water turning cold, like glasses gaining fog, like goosebumps crawling up his arms. The feeling is a cold and painful ache in the bones, a chill to the nerves, a numbness in his muscles.

At first, he thinks that it’s completely unrelated to the warning that the young magician had given him. He thought that it was all just paranoia and stress.

And then, every step causes a headache, a stab of numbness against his legs.

He breathes, a loud gasp of air — cold and burning.

Clutching the bark of a tree, he feels weak.

Finally, he collapses to the ground.

It happens in the forest, near a lake that’s located in the farthest area from the Ruby Palace, in the opposite direction of the Garnet Palace where the Emperors have all resided. Everything happens in a place he keeps a secret for himself, his own little safe space, where patches of undergrowth are laid, with unruly flowers in nature’s haphazard decoration. Calm and quiet, as the area had spent years without care.

And it happens when he’s alone, without anyone by his side because he would never show this place to anyone.

Another breath — loud and burning cold as he weakly clutches at his chest. His eyesight blurring as he stares up at the sky. How long has he been away? He left after his morning tea with his father and sister, after his father decided to discuss the details of moving Athanasia into the Emerald Palace. When he left, the skies were clear blue with fluffy white clouds — it was the reason why he came to the forest to begin with — but now everything appeared grey and dreary, practically devoid of colour.

The boy who saved his sister confirmed that having contact with Ori would worsen his condition… and yet, he didn’t even have any direct contact with Ori leading up to this moment!

Did unstable mana kill Athanasios in Toska? Maybe — it’s not impossible.

But it was absolute bullshit, wasn’t it?

He was going to die alone.

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(He was going to die alone.

Again.)

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No matter how vibrant the colour of her hair was, no matter how bright the colour of her eyes, he doesn’t remember any of it.

“Hey…” she starts off, giving him a heartbroken smile amidst the cold night with red cheeks from the cold.

There were teardrops running down her face, and although he wants to wipe the tears away, he can’t. And her shoulders shake, and it’s his fault — it’s a pained expression caused by him, him, him. He doesn’t want to see her face, he doesn’t want to acknowledge the pain he’s inflicted upon her.

“[][][][][][][][],” she softly says.

“What is it?” he uncomfortably asks.

“I just felt like saying your name,” she grins at him, her gaze falling to her lap, her lips curled up in a small smile. “Could you do the same for me?”

“Seriously?” he huffed. “It’s just a name, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she softens her voice, turning to look at him once again. As if she were a drawing on a paper, her eyes were scribbled out. “You’re the only person who calls me by my name. It’s proof that you’ll always remember me, no matter where you are.”

“…”

“Please, [][][][][][][][],” she places her cold hand on top of his, sapping away the warmth.

“…”

“I don’t want to be the one that you forget.”

“Is that all you want?”

“It is.”

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“Autumn,” he heaves, his vision fading to black.

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(And in the back of his mind, he sees Verena.)

[sillybeelzebub]

All of them (minus sex) for Jelly?

Sleep: She starts out the night curled into Asparagus' side but ends the night with her head on his chest :)

Sad: Jelly is the youngest member of her little group (Skimble, Asparagus, Nicco, Jenny and then Jelly) and ends up being the last one alive.

Happy: Asparagus was the first member of the Jellicle's she met!!!

Angry/Violent: Jelly doesn't really get angry, she really doesn't. If someone does something to hurt her then she just becomes numb, but when she saw Grizabella for the first time after years of not seeing her, she broke.

After the Jellicle dance, when she was going to fetch Gus, she saw Grizabella lurking around the elder den and just absolutely went off on her.

Bedroom/House: Her human's home is 100% cottage core vibes, vibes that she carries over to her and Asparagus' den!!

Romantic: Jelly first realised she actually did Asparagus was the first time she ever saw how sweet she actually was with Nicco, seeing the real him and not his persona that he displayed around the yard

Family: Jelly has one of the biggest families out of all the Jellicles!!

Mum & Dad - Mariabella & Larsht

Sister - Lavenissa

Mate - Asparagus (we also have asparagus' other mate, Niccolò)

Kits - Tumblebrutus, Carbucketty, Pouncival, Etcetera and Aurore (Niccogus' kit that became a kit for all of them when Asparagus mated with Jelly), then they occasionally have the triplets: Eureka, Chamomile and Lumary (@1-800-crystalball 's oc!)

Grandkits - Massimilano & Benedetta (Jemibrutus), Verena (Carmungopat), Evangelina (Pounceteazer) and Elvira (Eleceteramile)

Friendship: Her best friend in the whole world is Jennyanydots!!

Quirks/Hobbies: She loves to sew and knit!!

Likes: Singing & acting (more hobbies!!), the moon, cooking and touching (y'know, PDA!)

Dislikes: Feeling sad or angry, storms (Pouncival is terrified of them so she hates seeing her son so upset), feeling of betrayal, moving vehicles and loud noises

Childhood: Jelly was one of the more sheltered cats, coming from a rich human home and not growing up in the junkyard. At the time of her joining the tribe, she was the most put together and the cleanest kit you would ever meet.

Old age/Aging: She lives ten years without Asparagus before she is taken as the Jellicle choice

Cooking/Food: She always keeps the ingredients to make her kits' favourite dishes on hand so she can make them up whenever her kits are sad!!

Appearance: human!Jelly has freckles which she gives to all of her kids (Etcetera having the most!)

Random: Her first cat name (being the one her humans gave her) is Olive :)

[jeht]

five times kissed / verena !

                 they  barely  know  each  other  the  first  time  :  they  run  in  the  same  circles,  sure.  and  maybe  they’ve  heard  the  other’s  name  in  passing,  or  recommended  by  mutual  acquaintances.  their  world  is  tight-knit,  it’s  not  unusual  to  cross  paths.  but  the  first  time  they  kiss  is  fuelled  by  alcohol  and  impulsive  decisions,  with  vague  recognition  -  she’s  a  dealer,  jett  remembers.  and  that’s  about  it.  everything  else  is  trivial  :  unimportant,  when  her  back’s  to  the  bathroom  wall  and  verena’s  tongue  tastes  of  cheap  beer.  one  of  jett’s  hands  had  found  it’s  way  in  to  verena’s  hair,  fingers  curled  in  a  tight  grasp  :  she  has  already  made  a  mess  of  her  and  jett’s  probably  just  as  dishevelled.  trysts  like  this  aren’t  meant  to  be  controlled.  her  other  hand  is  flat  against  the  wall,  elbow  digging  painfully  in  to  the  brick  as  she  braces  herself,  a  shuddered  breath  forced  from  her  lips  on  a  gasp  as  she  swears.

             ❝     fuck,     ❞     and  when  she  opens  her  eyes,  there  is  no  denying  that  that  is  exactly  where  they’re  heading.  jett  surges  forward,  back  arched  against  the  wall  as  she  kisses  verena  harder,  her  tongue  dragging  under  the  other’s  teeth  as  she  moves  her  hand  to  the  waistband  of  verena’s  jeans.  the  door  to  the  bathroom  bangs  open  and  jett  uses  the  distraction  to  turn  them  :  shoving  verena  against  the  wall,  taking  jett’s  place.  with  a  satisfied  smirk,  jett moved  between  verena’s  legs,  bodies  flush  together  as  her  kisses  move  to  verena’s  jaw  and  down.  completely  ignoring  whatever  company  has  decided  to  join  them  in  the  bathroom,  jett  moved  to  her  knees,  looking  up  at  verena  with  her  tongue  between  her  teeth.

            ❝     you’re  a  dealer,  aren’t  you  ?  . . .  let’s  make  a  deal.     ❞     standing  with  her  hip  cocked,  arms  crossed,  jett  tilted  her  head  at  verena  :  studying  her  body  language,  determining  whether  she  wanted  what  she  wanted  enough  to  submit.  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time.  slowly,  she  walks  forward,  the  distance  between  the  two  shortening  as  jett  dropped  her  hands  to  tug  the  bottom  of  her  tank  top  out  from  where  it  was  tucked  in  to  her  leather  pants,  pulling  it  over  her  head.     ❝     i  want  the  contract  :  and  let’s  face  it,  i’m  the  only  one  capable  of  pulling  it  off  -  so,  give  it  to  me  . . .     ❞     with  a  smile,  now  close  enough  to  touch  verena,  jett  leaned  forward  and  kissed  her,  eyes  closing  as  she  dropped  her  top  to  the  floor  beside  them.  the  kiss  was  deep,  and  promising,  and  when  their  lips  part  jett  exhaled  :  breath  exchanging  between  them  for  a  still  moment  before  her  eyes  open,  and  she  waited  until  verena  was  looking  at  her  before  finishing  her  proposal.     ❝     -     and  i’ll  let  you  fuck  me  ‘till  i  beg.     ❞

                     hands  bound  and  tied  to  the  headboard,  jett  grit  her  teeth  and  squeezed  her  knees  closed  :  relieving  what  pressure  she  could  between  her  legs  as  she  lay  otherwise  perfectly  still,  stretched  across  the  bed.  the  point  of  verena’s  knife  dragged  slowly,  torturously,  down  the  flat  of  jett’s  stomach  and  she  released  a  long  held  whine.     ❝     ‘rena,     ❞     she  breaks,  bucking  her  hips  up  and  hissing  as  the  knife  nicks  her  skin.  she’s  had  far  worse,  but  the  tension  coiled  throughout  her  body  and  the  edge  she’s  been  on  since  they  started  made  the  jolt  of  the  cut  particularly  shocking.  sucking  in  a  deep  inhale,  she  held  her  breath  as  verena  kissed  her  stomach  in  apology,  and  jett  twisted  her  wrists  to  hold  on  to  the  restraints,  head  turned  to  the  side  where  she  sunk  her  teeth  in  to  her  bicep  to  muffle  the  noises  threatening  to  tear  from  her  throat.  

                  through  the  sound  of  blood  pumping  in  her  ears,  she  hears  the  knife  discarded  before  verena’s  hands  are  pushing  jett’s  legs  apart.  drawing  her  legs  up,  jett  released  her  bicep  and  gasped  as  another  kiss  is  pressed  to  the  crook  of  one  knee,  and  another  to  the  inside  of  her  thigh.     ❝     are  you  waiting  for  a  fucking  invitation  ?     ❞     she  groaned,  opening  her  eyes  to  stare  at  the  ceiling  before  she  lifts  her  head  to  look  down  her  body  at  the  woman  between  her  legs.

                      jett  braced  herself,  one  hand  clawed  in  to  her  bare  thigh,  the  other  grasping  the  neck  of  a  bottle  of  vodka.  there’s  a  very  deep  knife  wound  to  her  shoulder,  it  pierced  through  the  leather  jacket  she  was  wearing  at  the  time  and  truthfully,  she’s  more  pissed  about  that  than  the  injury  itself.  rolling  her  shoulder  to  avoid  the  stiffness  settling  in,  she  barely  reacted  to  the  pain  or  the  sharp  sting  of  the  needle  as  verena  stitched  the  wound  back  together.  straddling  the  chair  backwards  in  her  underwear  and  a  t-shirt,  jett  licked  her  lips  before  taking  a  swig  :  it  tasted  like  shit  warm,  but  she’s  just  lucky  verena  had  it  stocked  -  the  girl  wasn’t  one  for  hard  liquor.  swallowing  it  down,  jett  glanced  at  verena  as  they  sat  in  silence.  jaw  crooking,  tongue  pressing  to  the  inside  of  her  cheek,  she  considered  her  next  course  of  action  as  the  stitches  are  tied  and  the  line  cut.  with  the  smallest  of  smiles,  one  corner  of  her  lips  curved  upward,  jett  tilted  her  head  to  the  side  and  back,  ducking  it  slightly  to  kiss  verena  :  softer  than  usual,  tongue  tracing  her  lips  in  question  before  verena’s  lips  part  in  welcome.  it’s  the  closest  to  a  verbal  thank  you  as  jett’ll  ever  get.

                         she  wakes  already  on  the  cusp  of  a  climax,  clenched  tight  around  two  fingers  with  lips  pressed  to  the  crease  where  her  hip  meets  her  thigh,  teeth  biting  at  her  flesh  before  the  mark  is  soothed  with  a  lick  of  verena’s  tongue.  jett  undulates  internally,  hips  rocking  with  her  deep  sleep  abating  as  she  fucks  herself  with  and  is  fucked  by  verena’s  hand.  her  own  grasp  at  the  bed  sheets  as  she  opens  her  eyes  properly,  turning  her  head  to  the  morning  sunlight  streaming  through  the  window  :  jett’s  lips  part  with  a  breath.  she  is  careful  not  to  make  too  much  noise  :  she  can  just  make  out  the  time  on  her  phone  beside  the  bed  and  she  knows  that  alice  is  still  asleep  in  her  room.  she’s  not  the  best  mother  in  the  world  but  at  least  her  daughter  hasn’t  walked  in  on  her  while  she’s  mid-orgasm  -  yet.  honestly,  it’s  only  a  matter  of  time.

              heart  racing,  chest  heaving  as  she  feels  verena  remove  her  fingers  from  inside  her,  jett  released  the  bed  sheet  with  one  hand  and  used  it  to  guide  verena  back  up  her  body.  her  fingers  are  slick,  wet  with  jett’s  arousal  as  she  moves  her  palm  up  jett’s  bare  stomach  and  she  can  taste  herself  on  verena’s  tongue  as  she  kisses  her,  a  pleased  ‘  morning,  ‘  swallowed  by  jett.  her  knees  draw  up  higher,  locking  on  either  side  of  verena’s  hips  and  she  musters  the  strength  to  flip  them.  now  straddling  verena’s  stomach,  jett  wasn’t  afraid  to  sit  all  of  her  weight  on  top  of  the  other,  holding  her  down  not  just  with  her  body,  but  with  her  hands  too  :  bent  over,  arms  forcing  verena’s  above  her  head  where  she  pins  them  with  jett’s  fingers  tightly  wrapped  around  her  wrists.     ❝     morning.     ❞

›        '  .       @eonien.        ˹     five  times  kissed     ˼

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

Can u do being a female witcher and Phillipa's lover?

But of course Nonnie!

Little bit of NSFW bath scene below, so please read at your discretion!

Verena had been on the Path for months now. Her armor was caked in mud and grime, her hair matted and tossed into a lazy ponytail, and her body had gained several new scars and bruises. She was simply tired and couldn’t wait to return home to her lover and their bed.

“Oh gods...” She cursed, her brows knitted together as a flash of her love came to her mind. “Phil is going to be absolutely pissed when I return...”

She came to the old Elven Ruin that they called home and disappeared down the stairs to the main hall, where the first portal stood glowing and ready. She placed her palm into the haze of blue and was immediately transported to the portal outside of Phil’s lab, where she was certain her love was busy working on another attempt to return her eyes. Verena stepped into the room and caught sight of Phil, head resting on her arms, snoring softly as she slept. Verena sighed softly, a small smile pulling at her lips as she gazed at Phil. She stepped over to her and slowly ran her fingers over Phil’s arms, easing her love from slumber.

“You’ve fallen asleep at your desk again, my darling.” She purred, placing a kiss to Phil’s shoulder as the other woman roused.

At the registration of Verena’s voice, Phil shot upright and spun around to face her lover, her body shaking slightly with tears she was unable to shed.

“Verena?” She questioned, her voice unsure of itself. Verena gently took hold of her hands and placed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Who else would it be, my love?” Verena chuckled, lacing their fingers together. Phil moved to stand, but Verena stopped her. “You don’t want to hug me until I’ve bathed, darling... This armor is quite filthy.”

“I know, love... I can smell the mud.” Phil replied, her nose crinkling at the not-so-subtle smell of days old mud. “Did you traipse through a sewer?”

“To save a child.”

“Come... Undress while I run you a bath.” Phil sighed, standing from the chair and pulling Verena into their bedroom.

Verena did as she was asked. She slipped her swords from her back and leaned them up against her desk, the pulled her cuirass over her head. She slipped her legs free from her trousers and stood only in her chest wrap and panties, eyes now focused on Phil, who was leaning over the tub to test the water. Verena walked over to her and wrapped her arms securely around Phil’s waist, pulling her love against her chest.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you...” Verena purred, sending a shiver through Phil’s body. “Why don’t you join me?”

Phil couldn’t help the dull ache between her legs at the drop in Verena’s voice. She pressed her now slick thighs together, noting how wet her panties had gotten at how desperately she wanted Verena now that she was home.

“If you insist, darling.” Phil hummed, running her fingers up Verena’s bare thighs, sending a shiver of pleasure through them both.

“Of course I do, love...” Verena purred, gently nipping at Phil’s earlobe before trailing kisses down her neck to her shoulder. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen your gorgeous body.”

Verena brought her hands up to the clasp at Phil’s neck and unhooked it, letting her dress pool around her feet. Phil stepped one foot out of her dress, then kicked it over to the bed with the other. Verena guided her love’s hands to the tie in her wrap, where Phil gingerly untied the bind and unwrapped it from her lover’s chest. She then trailed her hands down to slip Verena’s panties from her waist and down to the floor. Verena turned Phil back to the tub, hoisted her up, and then gently put her back down in the tub before climbing in behind her.

Phil turned to face Verena, who arched an eyebrow at her lover.

“Turn around so that I may wash your hair, darling.” Phil chuckled, making Verena melt at the sound.

She did as she was asked and turned her back to her lover, who slowly began to wash her hair. Phil soaked Verena’s matted hair with water before she gingerly massaged shampoo into it, releasing the strands from the knots and grime of her months on the Path. The sensation brought a deep sigh of content from Verena’s lips, which brought a smile to Phil’s. Verena busied herself with washing the grime from her skin as Phil rinsed out the shampoo from her hair. Verena turned back around to face Phil before leaning in to capture her love’s lips in a soft, tender kiss.

“Your turn, love.”

Phil complied and turned around, letting Verena undo her braids and wash her hair, massaging her scalp much in the same was as she had done to her. Once she had rinsed the soap from her love’s hair, she eagerly pulled her back against her chest, wrapping her arms tightly around Phil’s waist.

“I’ve missed you, darling.” Verena huffed, her hands coming up to massage Phil’s breasts before pinching her pert nipples. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Phil sucked in a sharp breath, holding back the moan that threatened to push past her lips. Verena began to suck at her neck while her right hand descended back below the water and disappeared between Phil’s thighs. She eased her middle and ring fingers between Phil’s folds, which brought forth the moan that Phil was desperately trying to hold back.

Verena wrapped her hand around Phil’s throat as she began to vigorously pump her fingers in and out of Phil’s folds, biting at her shoulders and sucking on her earlobe as she pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. She could see Phil’s thighs trembling beneath the water and released her hold on her throat. Phil cried out as climax flooded her senses, leaving her trembling in the water. Verena turned her love around and pushed her against the tub before hoisting Phil’s legs over her shoulders, her head disappearing between Phil’s thighs as she licked up any cum that remained either on Phil or in her. When she pulled away, she locked eyes with Phil and licked her lips with a smile.

“You taste amazing, my love.” She purred, putting Phil back in the water as she came down from the euphoria of a second orgasm.

“And you still know how to properly use that tongue of yours.” Phil huffed, a smirk on her lips as she crawled over to Verena, letting her love leave kissed on her neck and chest before coming to her lips once more.

“I wanted you to know just how much I’ve missed you.” Verena chuckled, tapping Phil’s nose with her index finger.

“And with two orgasms, you didn’t disappoint.” Phil laughed, standing from the water and easing herself out of the tub. Verena followed her as Phil made her way over to the bed and crawled into the middle of it. “Now... Why don’t you show me once more how much you’ve missed me.”

“With pleasure darling… With pleasure.”

[catalinaroleplay]

AUSTIN CABOT (Peter Gadiot) is looking for his STEP-BROTHER connection. Please message NESSA for more information regarding this connection. The status of this connection is currently: OPEN.

CONNECTION TYPE

Older step-brother.

CHARACTER NAME

First name UTP but the last name should be Cabot.

CHARACTER AGE RANGE

33-36

SUGGESTED FACE CLAIMS

UTP, but should fit into the family. Here’s a list of people who’s FCs are used for the Cabot/Halliwells: Charles Dance (grandfather), Catherine O’Hara (grandmother), Aaron Eckhart (father), Mädchen Amick (aunt).

CHARACTER DETAILS

The Cabots have come a long way from being diamond miners to having a huge business called Cabot & Co. (think Cartier). Frederick Cabot (Charles Dance) has always been a ruthless business by nature and isn’t afraid to step on other people’s toes to get what he wants. Together with his wife Lucinda Cabot (Catherine O’Hara), the pair is unstoppable as they venture into the jewellery industry, producing some of the most expensive and beautiful jewelleries in the world, only to be worn by those who deserves them. They are and always were a power couple who could ruin someone and someone’s business with the blink of an eye. 

Enter James Cabot: The older of two children to bear the Cabot name, but the only one interested in oil mining instead of jewelery and bling. He got along better with the maternal side of the family, eager to learn about them instead of his father’s family. Eventually Frederick let it go, letting his son get into business with his in-laws... but only because he saw a business oppurtunity. 

Lorraine Meyer, daughter of Emil Meyer, would step up one day and be the CEO of their up and coming jewelery empire. A marriage between James and Lorraine would be amazing business wise. It didn’t take too long for the union to be celebrated and the Cabots gained a huge shot at a merger. 

This is where your character comes in. James and Lorraine had a son after a couple of years being married, but only a couple of years before Lorraine would pass away. Marrying into the Cabot family either went amazingly smooth, or your life would go downhill. For Lorraine it was definitely the latter. Eventually James and her just... didn’t work out anymore and she entered an affair, which ultimately led to her death. 

The story of how James Cabot’s late wife died had been thoroughly swept under a rug. Not by James’ own choice, no… his mother fabricated the story overnight, needing to preserve the family’s good name. Lorraine Cabot had been having an affair for months and had died with the other man in the car. This wasn’t something Lucinda would allow to be in the media. Instead a story of tragedy was spread. Poor Lorraine had been hit by a drunk driver on her way home to put her son to bed but she, sadly, never made it. James was suddenly a single father, carrying the burden of the lie his mother fabricated…

A couple of years down the road, James met and married Verena Sterling, who brought a son of her own into the marriage: Austin. The two children formed a bond quickly, though James’ son always seemed to be in trouble with Austin pulling him out of it (though the extend can be entirely up to you!). I just imagine their relationship to be tight-knit, instead of being rivals.

Everything else character wise, is completely your call. Verena and James did have a daughter together a couple of years later. I think this could be really amazing to play out! 

EXTRAS

A little blurb on the Cabots.

Background information on the Cabot / Halliwells.

[krakengoddess]

9 projects I want to knit in 2018. 1 Bellrose by Martina Behm. 2 Hesperus by Bristol Ivy. 3 Northwest Passage by Elizabeth Elliot. 4. Sharman by Bristol Ivy. 5 Winter Breath by Verena Cohrs. 6 Carr by Bristol Ivy. 7 The Owl Cowl by Karen Fournier. 8 Canady by Bristol Ivy. 9 Arcitexture by Jennifer Weissman. All patterns on #ravelry and all my yarn has been bought from @eatsleepknitters

[mirainawen]

Prompt: Hill Brothers + We don't like our cousins. @missnagatsuki

“That is the last time I sit next to cousin Elba at Thanksgiving.”

“That’s right, brother. You could always sit next to Tim-oh-thy.”

“Not a snowball’s chance.”

“Then that just leaves Shaunty, and you both don’t even like her.��

“We don’t like any of our cousins, Randy.”

“I don’t know, I think Eva’s kinda alright.”

“She bought you snowman slippers. You would.”

“Hey, those are the comfiest, nicest slippers you could ever wear!”

“Real men don’t wear slippers, Randy.”

“You do if you don’t want your feet to get cold.”

“Like Patches’s paw booties?”

“You make fun now, but being able to knit booties is an important life skill. Someday, when the nuclear war happens and you can’t find electricity anywhere, you’ll be glad one of us has some good old-fashioned skills to survive the post-modern world.”

“Okay, only half of that made sense.”

“I still just want to focus on the fact that Randy had Alverta teach him how to knit because cousin Mathias convinced him a cold war or zombie apocalypse or something stupid like that was coming and he could just knit himself out of danger.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Derrick. You can’t knit yourself out of anything - but into it, maybe.”

“He says that because he managed to knit himself into a chinese finger trap.”

“It wasn’t a finger trap, Derrick. It was a mitten.”

“Right, sorry. Finger booties.”

“Not even close.”

“No, I am. But can we get back on topic here? As I said, I’m not sitting next to cousin Aisha next holiday.”

“Next holiday is Christmas.”

“You said Elba.”

“Did I? Well, her too.”

“Which cousin is it? We only have -”

“I am not sitting next to any of them next Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentines, or St. Martin King Jr. day!”

“Martin Luther King Jr. wasn’t a saint, and we don’t celebrate that holiday.”

“We don’t? How come I never have schoo- I’m gonna stop talking.”

“I’m gonna let it slide, because it’s Christmas, but-”

“Guys, it’s only Black Friday.”

“Randy, you’ve been blasting Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree and Frosty the Snowman since November 1st.”

“Those are excellent Christmas songs, Derrick.”

“Debateable, but in light of the holiday spirit, I myself will let that one slide.”

“Maybe in light of the holiday spirit, we can just let it all slide. I’ll sit next to Shaunty and Pete can sit next to Alverta and Derrick -”

“Not. Verena!”

“Derrick, I thought it was Elba?”

“None of them! Ever! Never again! All the cousins, all the aunts and uncles and mysteriously related relatives I don’t think are related at all!”

“Don’t talk that way about Albion. You know he’s sensitive about it.”

“And don’t even get me started on the Ever-triplets.”

“Everett, Everah, and Everlina?”

“See! Those aren’t even real names! Why do all of our cousins have weird made-up names!”

“I guess when you have ten kids and those kids have kids and their kids have kids, you run out of names pretty fast.”

“Do not blame this on Granderma and Granderpa!”

“Yeah, blame it on Uncle Aflreda-”

“Aunt Alfreda.”

“Sorry, it’s hard to keep track. Aunt Alfreda. Adopting foreign dignitaries’ offspring.”

“That is not what happened.”

“Close enough.”

“Derrick don’t encourage that stupid story-”

“Wait, it’s a lie? They’re not my cousins?”

“Don’t panic, buddy. Here.”

“Thanks, Pete. But back to what’s important - are Alphonso, Alphonsus, and Alpheus our cousins or not?”

“I don’t think any of them are. I’m not sitting next to any of them. Next holiday, I’m staying home by myself and I’m never attending another ‘family reunion’ ever again! My cheeks are bruised, my dignity is shot, I can’t go to the bathroom by myself, my lungs are broken, and my hair is purple!”

“But it does look good on you, brother.”

“I will murder you!”

[starlit-dreaming]

[wip tidbits] in the back of my mind

Fandom: WMMAP Rating: G Note: the Twin Sibling AU that i tried so hard not to write, but i DID, so naturally i have to call myself out for writing it. will be cross-posted on ao3 and wattpad under the same title

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IMPORTANT NOTE PLEASE READ FIRST

Okay, so for the past few days I’ve written some interactions between Athan and another OC. However, those tidbits will most likely be rewritten to better fit the story when it finally appears later on in the series.

There will be spoilers. Similarly to the ONS AU, these tidbits are essentially my wip sneak peeks.

Another thing to note -- the chapter markers are not accurate. It’s a vague representation of how long-term I imagine this story to be.

The tidbits in this post mentions OC x CC, and is heavily OC-focused, and the ships mentioned in this post are not 100% endgame.

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CH9: an introduction of Verena Durk

Timeline: 7 y/o -- after moving into the Emerald Palace

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“Ah… blessings and glory upon the sun of the Obelian Empire,” the girl politely spoke, giving him a curtsy. “I’m from the house of Count Durk — my name is Verena Durk, the niece of Marquess Pompidou.”

Athanase stared at her as she remained in a curtsy, waiting for him to respond. Despite expecting this to happen sooner or later, this was different.

Durk. Not Pompidou.

What caused this change? In Toska, Verena was Marquess Pompidou’s niece and adopted daughter. She was stuck-up and rude, wearing obnoxious reds and purples. She showed no respect to nobles with common blood, believing herself to be superior in comparison with the other nobles. She used her connections to become the fiancée of Athanasios, due to her extreme interest for titles and prestige. It didn’t help matters either — Claude allowed the engagement to get the elders and nobles to shut up about his heirs to the throne.

Granted, she was one of Ezekiel’s admirers and broke off their engagement to try her luck, only to end up executed for her aggression towards Jennette.

But this Verena wore greens and soft yellows. She was polite, as she should be to a member of the royal family, and it was clear from her smile that she wasn’t interested in him.

Was it because they’re meeting now that they’re both seven, two years earlier than their first meeting in Toska? If she were to change her surname to Pompidou, was that a sign that she would change and become a spoiled brat?

Maybe… maybe they could become friends instead.

That sounds rather nice.

“I am Prince Athanase de Alger Obelia, the younger twin brother of Princess Athanasia,” he responds back with a smile.

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CH12: somebody like you would never understand

Timeline: 8 y/o -- a year after ch9

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“You don’t even like physical labour!” Athan stated in clear exasperation.

“Just because I don’t want to be a swordsman doesn’t mean I’m not interested in the art as a writer!” Verena argued back as Athy watched them, taking a sip of her tea as she watched the two argue. “Besides, knights who can use magic are sexy and popular in literature nowadays!”

“You just want to write a love story involving a prince and a knight,” Athan shot back.

“That’s not true! That’s not true!” Verena screeched, covering her ears as she pointedly avoided eye contact.

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CH13: silver light across the horizons

Timeline: 8-9 y/o

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“Is that so?” Autumn hummed, taking a sip of her tea as she looked at Athan. “Won’t your sister be lonely without you here?”

“She’s encouraging me to go. In the time that I’m away, she’ll be spending time with father, and I’ll be ensuring that we have allies living in foreign countries in the event that things go awry after Jennette enters our lives. At the very least, I’d like to see if I could befriend Hari Ernst in my time there.”

“Hari Ernst?” she blinked, her brows knit as she stared at him. “Wait… you actually read the other novels written by the same author of The Lovely Princess?”

“Yeah, I read The Tale of Three Tragic Brothers. I wouldn’t believe it either, truth be told,” Athan sighed. “I got so pissed off at the author when I was reading the side stories for The Lovely Princess and accidentally started reading their other novel because I just hated everything about it so much. I was really pissed off at that too. I didn’t understand why the Ernst brothers terrorized Hari so damn much, y’know? She was an orphan that their parents saved! Don’t they even feel a shred of guilt for making her cry, since she looks so much like their dead sister?”

“Athan, we’re only two years older than Prince Dice of Arlanta,” she frowned. “And from what I vaguely know based off of bits I saw in fanfiction, isn’t the oldest Ernst boy best friends with Prince Dice and they both fell head over heels for Jennette? You would have a higher chance of meeting the prince or Ezekiel in Arlanta, than any of the Ernst boys.”

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CH21: you are the dawn of a new day

Timeline: 14 y/o -- after the debutante

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“You fucked up canon, my guy,” Autumn stated somewhat cheerfully, much like how he imagines a casual surfer would wave a greeting to a friend on the beach. “Like, seriously. There were so many changes going around and all that, but like… why didn’t you think this would happen?”

He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he watched her chew on a piece of cake before making direct eye contact and declared, “God may judge me, but his sins outnumber my own.”

“Did you just…?” she stared at him, as if unsure of whether or not she should be proud of the pun, or exasperated that he quoted a shitpost that she herself had shown him in their previous life. “I would have threatened to kill you, if you weren’t part of the royal family now.”

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CH34: and i’ll scream when no one’s around

Timeline: 14-15 -- probably after lucas returns from the world tree

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“You know, it’s kind of funny,” he choked, his eyes blurring and burning from tears. “Back then, Athy used to tease me a lot about this, y’know? Stuff like how I would end up falling in love with Ezekiel, because that’s what happened in Toska. I told her that he wasn’t even my type, and yet here we are now — he’s the kind of guy I end up falling in love with.”

“I’m so sorry, Athan…”

“It’s not your fault, Autumn,” he shook his head, picking up a flower with golden petals. “I thought I would be okay if I befriended him. I thought that maybe I’d find a nice guy or girl unrelated to all this drama, and that I could experience that sweet and heart-warming romance I used to read in fanfics and web novels.”

She watches him, silent as she remains at his side.

And Athan plucks the petals viciously, tossing it as the wind gently picks up. And he ends up watching it gently flutter towards the lake, floating above the water.

Briefly, he wonders if he would’ve felt better if the petals sunk like his fractured heart.

“Clearly, I wasn’t careful enough.”

[blvirisms-blog]

I Think That God Is Gonna Have To Kill Me Twice [ Part III ] || SQUAD

naomi nodded, making her way out of the room and into the hallway, searching for what verena needed. just as she turned the corner, she bumped into someone and she let out a scream before realizing how it was. "jesus, bryce where have you been? have you seen damaris?"

damaris she'd tried a few doors in a long line before she'd finally found one that opened, pushing on through into a pitch black room and falling to the floor in front of the door she'd pushed shut, hoping that her dead weight would be enough keep it so if someone came looking. she was only a corridor away, and, she heard the commotion- but in pure undiluted fear, damaris had thrown her hands over her ears to try ignore it instead of doing something, and pulled her legs up to her chin, pushing her face against her knees to try and muffle the sound of hysterical sobs. she sat like that for a long time, the minutes dragging by as she sat scared of what was happening to the group, and scared of what might follow her, before she finally managed to gather herself enough to at least pull her hands away, and listen to see what was going on. it was quieter, now, than it had been when she'd fallen in the door- the door which, in all that time, hadn't budged. forcing herself into action, damaris struggled back to her feet and felt around on the wall, trying to find a light switch, and lucking out when she pushed in one and one dusty light bulb over her head turned on. she turned to face the room- more a supply closet, than anything- expecting to see shelves and abandoned supplies... and instead, her eyes landed on the broken and bloody but unmistakable body of cristian ramos, dumped unceremoniously a few feet ahead of her. without any more thought about what what might have been outside the door, damaris opened her mouth, and screamed.

bryce startled when something — someone — bumped into him. for a split second, he tensed, ready to run, but then he heard his name. his shoulders fell, and he exhaled in relief as he realized it was only naromi. "you just nearly caused me to go sprinting in the other direction and everyone knows i don't do cardio enough for that." it took a moment, and then the slight smile he had fell from his face. “i was just wandering — this place is worse than a halloween maze, i’ll tell you — and what do you mean have i seen damaris? i thought she would’ve been with one of you all.”

verena jumped having heard another scream. "jesus, not again." glancing up to daniel, vee tried her best to stop the bleeding as best she could.

daniel "just keep going, please." he sniffled, staring down a blair. "c'mon," he whispered. "wake up, baby."

naomi realized that he was not up to date on anything that had just happened, "oh christ," she let out a loud breath, prepared to tell him everything when he heard a scream down the hallway. "that's damaris." she told him in a panicked tone, beginning to sprint down the hallway in the direction from where the scream came from. she arrived at the room and looked at damaris before her eyes landed on cristian. "no no no..." she cried, "damaris, damaris come here." her eyes didn't move from his body as she urged the girl to exit the room.

verena nodded to his request. "she's gonna be fine daniel. the wound isn't so bad. we just have to stop the bleeding and get the fuck out of here."

damaris she wanted to rush to him. her first thought was that there must be something they could do to help, like with daniel's leg, and they could make him better. but the puddle of blood she'd been...- god, she'd been sitting in it- was dry, and it was clear that cristian was gone. "he- he's dead," was about all she could manage, upon naomi's arrival. she didn't need to be told- one fleeting look her way told her that naomi was well aware of the fact, but... it was all she could think to say.

bryce still had a look of confusion on his face. his brows knitted together, but before he could ask naomi what had happened, they both heard the scream. goosebumps rose on his arms. as much as he wished otherwise, he recognized the voice. just as quick as naomi, he ran behind, eyes widening as he paused in the doorway. it took a moment for him to process what he was looking at, and once he did he took a few steps towards damaris. "c'mon, damaris, come just —" he was struggling with words "—step away from him."

naomi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "listen to him, damaris. don't do this to yourself." she knew the girl was probably not even listening to her, "blair's bleeding out and she needs our help. damaris i know this is hard but we have to go."

daniel "we should have never come here," he mumbled, shaking his head.

verena "stop. don't do this to yourself okay? it's not going to do any good. we're here and we all need to focus on getting out of here not thinking about what if's, okay?!"

daniel "you're right," daniel nodded, taking a deep breath knowing he needed to be strong for the group. "let's just finish this up."

damaris naomi could have stood there all night and not gotten through to her- but bryce’s arrival, sudden as it was, did wonders, and the two together did even more. it physically pained her to pull her gaze from cristian- from his body- and it hurt even more to take a shaky step away from him, but after one it got marginally easier and then all of a sudden she was barreling into bryce, not sobbing, brokenly, like one might think- but clinging to him, numbly, burying her face in his shoulder less for comfort, more to stop herself looking back. and then naomi mentioned blair. “what happened to her?” cristian who? she’d feel it in a minute- she’d feel that pain- but right now, blair was in trouble. right now there was something to focus on, that wasn’t the body she’d been sat a few feet from for a few minutes too long.

bryce turned quickly at naomi's remark, lips parting as if he were about to say something. too many thoughts were racing through his head. what had happened to cristian? what had happened to blair? what had he missed? but then damaris was at his side, and he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders. he turned his gaze from damaris to naomi, and echoed his half-sister's quetion, "yeah, i'd really like to know what happened, too?"

naomi "can we not talk about this here?" she didn't want to sound inconsiderate but the sight of her friend's dead body did make her feel dizzy and nauseous.

micah was well aware his single biology course freshman year wasn't going to be much help for blair, and thus rushed to the scene of damaris' scream, albeit a tad late. upon witnessing the corpse of his long time best friend, his entire body went numb--the most emotion he had felt in years causing his mind to deactivate. finally making his presence known, he quietly spoke, "what the actual fuck? we'll have to...we'll have to deal with this later. i'll take his body back to the van if anyone wants to help."

damaris his body. that almost cut through the numbness that had come down on her so quickly. cristian wasn't there anymore- it was just his body. "naomi-" she ignored micah's comment- maybe the first time she'd ever ignored micah, at all- and fixed the other girl with an empty sort of gaze, speaking slowly, and clearly, as if she just.. hadn't heard her, first time round, and not requested they take it elsewhere, "what are we going back to?- what happened to blair? i...- is there another body?"

naomi turned her head as micah walked in. she knew this was going to hit him the hardest. the two had been friends for the longest time and she couldn't imagine the pain he was in. "i- daniel stabbed blair and she's bleeding to death. verena is going to help her but she needs some supplies and t-that's why i'm out here."

bryce felt worn out. cristian was dead. that wasn't how this trip was supposed to go. it was supposed to be fun, exciting. and now this? one of them was dead, and apparently blair got stabbed -- by daniel, nonetheless. he stared at naomi, disbelief crossing his features, before looking towards micah. his expression was solemn as he nodded, saying, "yeah, i — i can help you with that later, definitely, but for right now we should see what we can do to help blair."

damaris "what does she need? we can- there's supplies here," here, with cristian. they might've been dusty, but, there were a few boxes of things on the shelves there- surely there'd be bandages, and whatever else was needed. the idea of stepping around the body to grab them turned her stomach, but... anything for blair.

naomi "she needs a chest seal. verena said it was in a thin package." she looked back down at the body, "it should be in here."

micah wasn't particularly adept in handling this level of sudden emotional toil. the scene had froze, hasty chatter ignored. "i'm not leaving him here," voice calm, cool, without nuance. "there may be shit back at the van when we take him there if you want a damn excuse but i'm not leaving him here. yeah, deal with this later but we are not leaving him here."

damaris "ok." it was easy as that. she flipped a switch, pulled away from bryce, and with her chin up and eyes averted from her ex, damaris moved back into the room. she scanned labels on boxes and even- god, how could she ignore him, how could she ignore this- stepped over his legs, gingerly, to pull a box of chest seals down and move back to naomi at a pretty steady speed. "lead the way."

bryce stood, looking between the shelves and his friends. this situation — it was a lot, and he was still trying to wrap his head around it. finally, he took a breath and said, "did you want to take him back now? or did you want to wait until we know that blair's okay? we can come back for him." a part of him didn't want to split the group down any further than it already was, but a part of him didn't think micah was going to leave cristian's body.

naomi stepped back, letting damaris exit the room. "we really have to get back," her she goes again not wanting to sound inconsiderate. "you guys should take it back. here's my walkie talkie," she hands micah the small device, "please be safe."

damaris "bryce-" she looked back, her gaze falling onto cristian again, lingering there before it flickered up to her half brother. "be careful. and, uh...-" take care of him, she wanted to say, and it wouldn't have been about micah, "i- see you soon." as long as there was something else to focus on, she wasn't going to break. and right now, it was blair. moving off down the corridor, damaris clutched the box of seals a little too tightly, speaking up after just a second, "naomi- why did daniel stab blair?"

micah knelt down beside the corpse of cristian, still attempting to wrap his thoughts around the situation. "i'm taking him back now." aimed at bryce, he continued, "if you want to help, then feel free. if not, then whatever." his movements picked up speed as he grabbed the walkie from naomi's hand and stuffed it in his back pocket. cautiously, he began lifting up cristian's upper torso.

naomi sighed, "so much happened. blair was possessed. yeah— weird. the thing in her started messing with everyone. i don't know if it was telling the truth about some of the things that it said..." she trailed off not telling her everything demon blair has said. "it was threatening to kill us so daniel stabbed it... blair and then everything stopped."

damaris "possessed," 'til just now, she mightn't have believed her. but... well- shit had gotten real. and yes, damaris was thinking it in such terms, instead of filling in with a substitute like crap- the situation called for stronger language. "what did it say, naomi?" she wasn't leaving that go so easily- she wanted specifics. any kind of specifics, instead of her just.. trailing off like that.

naomi didn't want to tell her everything but she knew it'd be important for damaris to know what all had happened. "she brought up micah's dad and how... physicalhe was. then it messed around with verena and her perfectionist tendencies. even said it was going to kill me and bryce in front of her... it told daniel that blair was cheating on him with cristian." she paused, looking over at damaris for a reaction "and then it just told me things about daniel and yeah." she stopped once they arrived back in the room. naomi walked over to verena and handed her the things she needed. "i—" she stopped herself once more, deciding to tell them about cristian afterwards.

bryce sighed, but could only bring himself to nod. as much as he didn't want to and as much as he would rather be doing anything else, he wasn't going to let micah move cristian alone. that would be harsh. it would be too cruel. "i'm not gonna bail out on you. i said i'd help you." he watched micah reach around cristian's upper half. "i guess this means i'm getting his feet then," he mumbled.

verena " finally! what'd you guys get lost? we almost had a dead body on our hands." verena tossed the jacket aside, glancing up at daniel, muttering a 'sorry' before wiping the wound clean and peeling open the seal and covering the small hole positioned between two of her ribs. "okay we gotta get her to a real hospital-- she's most likely gonna need surgery."

micah had a moment of strange kindness seep into him as the pair lifted up cristian. his gaze met bryce's. "thank you." after a moment of silent shuffle, his voice rang again, "it, uh, it means a lot to me." finding it the moment of authenticity awkward on his lips, he quickly tacked on, "it shouldn't take long. besides, i know he keeps some weird shit in his van."

naomi stayed quiet and didn't reply to verena's questions, instead turning around as she finished bandaging her up. "how are we going to get to a real hospital? marblemount doesn't have one and we don't have a car. at least i don't think cristian's van is accessible." she teared up at the mention of cristian, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes.

verena " let me put it this way. if we don't get her medical attention, she will die from internal bleeding so, she /have/ to get to a hospital!"

damaris "... poor micah and verena. poor you. i'm sorry you all went through that." i'm sorry i left. she listened, she took it in, she chewed it over... and she wondered, not so briefly, if there was any truth to what it had said. maybe it was wrong to let that begin to weigh on her mind, when cris was dead and blair was...- well, she really wasn't looking so good and the sight of her bleeding on the floor made damaris' head spin. but it did- it was bound to. she waited, silently, as verena worked, until after naomi spoke. "we can't use the van. micah's bringing cristian's body there."

blair blair's eyes suddenly shot open and widened, grabbing the closest thing to her which of course was daniel.

naomi "how do we know you're not the psycho bitch blair?" was the first thing naomi asked.

verena " don't be silly naomi, she's always a psycho bitch."

blair "there was, and it- and you- where did it go?" she cried out, trying to sit up but instantly lying back down from pain.

daniel "it's her," he shook his head, glancing up at naomi, then shooting verena a glare before letting it fall back down at blair. "babe?" he mumbled.

blair "it broke my gun, daniel. in half-" she winced. "like it was a twig!"

naomi ran her hand over her face, "okay okay but just to be safe. shouldn't we like... tie her hands or something? so she won't hurt us again?"

damaris "you're not tying her hands."

verena didn't care that daniel was clearly pissed at her comment. she'd helped save her life when she didn't have to so, she deserved a pass. " can we.. id on't know, get the fuck out of here perhaps?"

blair looked at naomi. "hurt you?" she looked around. "did i miss something?"

naomi "you weren't here when she practically body slammed us against the wall," naomi snapped at damaris, "yes, hurt. and i'm with verena. we have to go." she was glad no one had said anything about cristian.

blair "how did i-" she tried to sit up but lied back down. "i.. can't."

daniel "we'll explain later!" he urged, shaking his head. "verena is right – we've gotta get out of here!"

damaris "well, i'm sorry i was a little too busy finding my bo- my ex- cristian's body, naomi, to be here and going through whatever it was you just did, but, you're not tying blair's hands when she's clearly her, and we're not leaving until micah and bryce are done moving him."

blair "what?" she looked over horrified.

verena "what do you mean 'move him'?"

damaris "i mean he's dead, so, he can't move himself. that's why we can't use the van- unless you want to share the backseat with his corpse."

blair 's eyes welled up. "what?"

naomi "yeah he's gone. micah and bryce are moving him right now."

verena was shocked at damaris' words. not fully believing the words that left her mouth. "well, if we don't take the van, theres a very good chance blair might be in the same position as cristian."

daniel "body?" daniel looked up and turned his attention to damaris. "dead?" and it felt like his heart had stopped a second time that day. "what the fuck did i get us into.."

blair couldn't take it any longer. she put her hands behind her and pushed up off the ground, standing up through the pain. she almost immediately began to fall over.

naomi knew verena was right. "she's right guys. we have to ride in the van with him in it. i know it's not in ideal situation but..."

bryce could only nod. what was he supposed to have done? left micah to deal with it? he shuddered at the very thought. "yeah, no problem." he winced at how tactless that sounded, but he couldn't have thought of a more appropriate thing to say. "this is the right thing to do, though. not leaving him."

damaris you got cristian killed. you got blair possessed. you being so into this idea has ruined our lives - maybe if she were inclined to be so cruel, to throw the blame somewhere where it couldn't lie, damaris would've said the first things that went through her mind. instead, she shook her head, and after a moment, added quietly, "he's dead. it wasn't your fault. you didn't get us into anything- and cristian...- he got himself into this situation." he left. he ditched. he died. "i- i'm not riding in a van and sitting beside his body. i'm not... i'm not doing that. i- i can't."

naomi "do you really want to walk out on the streets in the middle of the night, alone, knowing there's someone out there looking for us?" she asked damaris, "you don't have to sit by him... we can even cover him up or something..."

micah was glad the van wasn't entirely too far from the hospital. "i just--i couldn't--" he searched for words to complete his half thoughts, but upon finding none he fell silent. upon reaching the van, he recalled it was unlocked before this incident but before doing anything he suggested, "since we'll probably want to take the van back, we could set him down in the trunk? it's not the most ceremonious thing but, it'll do."

damaris "... no. i don't. i don't wanna do either of those things, i-" i want to go home. she wanted to abandon ship and just go home, now, and go to sleep in her bed and wake up to find none of this had ever happened but...- but blair was hurt. blair needed help. no matter what was currently going on in her head, what questions she had- that was important. "... let's get her to the van."

bryce this was such an uncomfortable situation. maybe in the past he would have joked about helping his friends move a body, but never would he have thought that this would have been the scenario. the brief silence shared between him and micah was not unwelcome. his face wrinkled with unease but he agreed. "i guess that's the best thing we can do for now, honestly." he paused, before saying, " this just doesn't feel real, you know?"

naomi nodded and walked over to help blair so she wouldn't fall over. "you good?" she asked, asking for damaris and verena to come help her guide her out.

blair "do you have the supplies? i still have to fix his leg." that was what she chose to think about in order to keep herself awake but it was failing.

verena moved in and helped get blair stable.

naomi "yeah, we got everything on our backpacks." she muttered, walking out the room and into the hallway. with the help from the others, naomi was able to get blair to the truck where she waited for the guys to get back with the you know what.

blair being upright was taking its toll on her and she began to mumble incoherently until she finally passed out again.

micah leveraged cristian against one of his arms as he reached out towards the driver's side door, swinging it open and quickly pressing the button to unlock all doors. "you're right," he admitted, "this doesn't feel real." pulling the pair towards the back of the van, he sighed, "maybe this isn't. maybe this is some wacky fucking dream. the cannibal family popping in, blair being stabbed, cris..." he couldn't bring himself to finish the final statement, stopping in his tracks as they reached the trunk of the van.

damaris as naomi and verena moved in to help blair, damaris looked around and spotted daniel's camera on the floor where it must have fallen, earlier- reaching down to pick it up and realizing, when she did, that it was still recording. rather than say something right then, she pressed stop and slipped it into her backpack- almost forgotten, til then- before moving to help daniel and following the girls out.

naomi "shit," she muttered, opening the passenger's door and helping blair get in. "hang in there, okay?" naomi walked to the backside of the car where bryce and micah were, "um, who's driving?"

damaris helping daniel into the backseat of the van, damaris hovered, unsure, her gaze locked on the back of the van where she knew cristian's body lay. "i- i'll drive. i'd prefer to, actually, if that's ok."

bryce said under his breath, "this is so fucked up." he followed micah's lead, not wanting to make this more difficult than it already was. "just wish we could wake up already." he struggled to support both of cristian's legs with just one arm, but bryce managed to open the trunk. "i guess in he goes?"

naomi "okay, you can drive. i'm assuming you know where the spare is?" she asked damaris, opening the backseat door and sliding in next to daniel and verena.

micah laughed quietly, "that would be fucking fantastic. then we could all skip through the fields, holding hands and singing kumbaya." wordlessly, he followed bryce's lead and tucked cristian into the trunk, doing his best to not freak out the other passengers piling in. hearing mention of a spare key, he piped up loud enough for the rest of the group to hear, "check in the corner of the glove box, behind all the of the instruction manuals." turning towards bryce, he nodded his head slightly to the side, "guess that's our cue to get in."

damaris "of course i do," he'd never told her (probably so she wouldn't be driving his beloved van), but, being observant was damaris' thing. sliding into the drivers seat she reached for the glove compartment and rummaged around, moving aside the manuals until her shaky fingers found the key and pulled it out, sliding it into the ignition and starting up the van. "guess there's no point in telling you all to put your seat belts on, hm?- who's going to give me directions?"

naomi "i've got the map," she spoke from the backseat, "are you guys getting in or what?" naomi turned her head back as she called out to bryce and micah.

micah sighed, "fine, fine, one sec." shortly after, he piled into the van with the rest of the gang.

bryce "guess that it is." once the trunk was closed, bryce headed around towards the side of the van. getting inside, he was quiet. he didn't feel as if there was anything he could say.

naomi began to tell damaris the directions back to the motel. "you guys know we can't take blair to a real hospital, right?"

damaris "okay..." once the doors were closed, damaris put her foot down a little too quickly, the van jolting forward suddenly and resulting in the not so great sound of a body rolling in the trunk, "-sorry. Sorry, I- I got it." Her grip on the steering wheel was white knuckled and she felt so damn out of place behind it- but one false start was it, and soon, she had the van going in the opposite direction of the abandoned hospital. "... why not?" she asked, gaze on naomi in the rear view mirror

naomi "there's no real hospital around here for miles. and truth be told i don't trust that town... not after..." she knew right now was not the time to bring it up but she was tired of holding it in, "me and verena found this notebook back in marblemount. it has a lot of things in it.... like information on the patients that ended up escaping."

damaris "a- you found a notebook on the patients?" damaris spluttered, her gaze- that had only just gone back to the road as naomi had spoken- going back to her in the mirror, "and you're only bringing that up now? as in- right now, when, cristian's dead and blair's bleeding out- you didn't think maybe you should mention that before, or, you know... wait?"

[trnchd]

Time Flies

How is it already mid-April? Normally I slog my way through January and things pick up from February through March and the next I know it’s September. Not this year, sped through January, February, couldn’t even tell you what happened in March. I even had a 2019 Knitting Goals post sitting in my drafts folder that slipped through the cracks, omg. Honestly, I think the only way I’ll remember anything from this year is looking back through my knitting projects.

I’ll touch on very briefly on my knitting goals for this year, which has already changed since I drafted that post that’ll never see the light of day. I’m still suffering from “Must Knit All the Things” syndrome, which is a very infectious disease that’s spread through the knitting community like the plague. For someone who originally vowed to cold sheep (aka not buy yarn for a period of time), I’ve already broken that in January, and then again this month. To be fair, when you throw sock yarn at me at an extremely good price, I may jump on it, especially from dyers I’ve been wanting to try and on my preferred sock bases. Anyways, there’s a number of sweaters on my Must Knit This Year list including Alyeska, Zweig (finally), Tecumseh and Tegna by Caitlin Hunter (obsessed much?), Poet by Sari Nordlund and I can’t stop obsessing over Gwanwyn by Verena Cohrs for some reason. Seems like a lot, of course it is, and at least I’m motivated and have most of the yarn already. Always socks but nothing concrete except the Coffee Steam in a BFL brown and getting back to attempting the Starry Night Socks again (Centaurea Socks). The designer of the latter messaged me to say she’s included videos of how to do the flowers (stars in my case) so I look forward to checking those out because the written instructions weren’t the greatest to understand.

So what have I been up to since my last post? I’ve finished 5.5 projects and started a bunch more that I can’t handle. I’ve finished The Throwback by Andrea Mowry, which I love and will wear forever. I’m so bummed Madelinetosh discontinued the Longrider DK base (75 superwash merino/25 nylon) that I’ve been trying to acquire more, another factor in breaking my cold sheeping vow. If anything it’s caused me to look at other dyers that create beautiful tonals. I finally came around to finishing the Assam cardigan by Tabetha Hedrick I featured here almost a year ago. It needed a sleeve, lots of sewing and even more ribbing for the collar/bands/hem. Honestly, I’m surprised I made it through 4″ of ribbing with 700+ stitches without complaining. That Like a Cloud cardigan I made last year really knocked me out of my hatred for purl stitches so it made ribbing less painful and tedious. There’s also four socks, two as gifts, the others for myself, to maintain my sock quota for the year. Technically I’m still on track, but in reality I’m behind by a month since the gift knits didn’t come from my sock yarn stash.

Currently I’m working on too many things. Somehow I convinced myself I’ll knit a full throw/blanket for a friend’s wedding gift in approx two months time. Yeah, I’m that crazy. I’m about 65% done with two and half weeks left before I’d like to get it done. I could’ve been less stressed about finishing it on time if I didn’t rip back twice now because I screwed up in several places and other nights I didn’t feel like touching it. I’m also knitting a modded shrug (above) for said wedding made from a couple reclaimed yarns from my stash using a lovely delicate lace pattern. I love knitting it because it keeps me entertained and the fabric is just so soft and light. At least this one’s going fast. Also have a gift shawl and a pair of socks that are slow going to break up the monotony of the other two projects. There’s a couple of sweaters Eri and Vince that I’ve put on time out because it’s getting too warm and I obviously don’t have time for these right now. I look forward to when I can get back to at least Eri. Vince will be on the back burner until winter because all that bulky weight wool is too much.

In admin news, I’ve finally found the time to fix the blog design issues. When I first started working on revamping the blog, I had an idea of what I wanted to do, somewhat executed and got frustrated when I couldn’t fix certain problems. It wasn’t until I had to work on another site that I learned how to fix those lingering issues and I could implement the changes into this blog. I apologize if it’s been frustrating viewing the site, I shouldn’t have let these problems linger for so long. Everything should be working and displaying correctly now. There’s still things I need to add like a massive amount of knitting projects I’ve finished since I last updated that page. I can’t decide how I want to display them because I don’t necessarily want to write individual posts for each one like I have in the past. It’s not a real exciting read when it’s the same process over and over, especially for socks, and they don’t have a unique story behind them. ‘I really wanted to knit this for awhile now, took me x time and here’s the end result.’ Riveting.

Friday will be the start of the Earth Day sale thru Monday. All the reclaimed yarns will be 15% off. No new yarns will be added, I haven’t had time to unravel anything but I’ll be jumping back on that train hopefully by late May, early June. 

Have a happy Easter everyone!

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Кофточка с красивым ажурным узором составит отличный ансамбль как со строгими офисными юбками и брюками, так и с более свободной одеждой

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Кофточка с красивым ажурным узором составит отличный ансамбль как со строгими офисными юбками и брюками, так и с более свободной одеждой.

Журнал "Verena. Спецвыпуск" № 2/2015 РАЗМЕРЫ 36/38 (40/42- 44/46) 48/50 

ВАМ ПОТРЕБУЕТСЯ   Пряжа (100% экстратонкой мериносовой шерсти; ок. 105 м/ 50 г) - 400 (450- 500) 550 г = 8 (9- 10) 11 мотков оранжевой; спицы №4 и 5; 5 пуговиц.  УЗОРЫ И СХЕМЫ РЕЗИНКА

Узор нижней планки вязать спицами №4 попеременно 1 лицевая петля, 1 изнаночная петля.    ПЛАТОЧНАЯ ВЯЗКА Узор планки застежки: лицевые и изнаночные ряды - лицевые петли.    АЖУРНЫЙ УЗОР Вязать спицами №5 по схеме. На схеме даны лицевые и изнаночные ряды. Лицевые ряды читать справа налево, изнаночные - слева направо. Петли в изнаночных рядах даны так, как должны быть провязаны. В высоту повторять 1- 8-й ряды. ИЗНАНОЧНАЯ ГЛАДЬ Вязать спицами №5 лицевые ряды - лицевые петли, изнаночные ряды - изнаночные петли.

 ПЛОТНОСТЬ ВЯЗАНИЯ 17 п.х26 р. = 10х10 см, связано ажурным узором спицами №5; 20 п.х28 р. = 10х10 см, связано изнаночной гладью спицами №5. ВЫПОЛНЕНИЕ РАБОТЫ  

СПИНКА На спицы №4 набрать 80 (88- 94) 102 петли и провязать резинкой 4 см. 

Далее вязать спицами №5 ажурным узором, при этом в 1-м ряду посередине ряда убавить 1 п. (убавить 1 п. - прибавить 1 п.) прибавить 1 п. и петли распределить в следующей последовательности: кромочная, начать петлей перед раппортом, 18 (20- 22) 24 раза повторить раппорт, закончить 4 п. после раппорта, кромочная = 79 (87- 95) 103 п. 

Проймы: через 34 см от наборного ряда с обеих сторон закрыть 3 (3- 4) 4 п. и в каждом следующем 2-м ряду с обеих сторон закрыть еще 1х2 п. и 3 (5- 6) 8х1 п. = 63 (67- 71) 75 п. 

Горловина, левая сторона: через 50 (51- 52) 53 см от наборного ряда закрыть средние 21 п. и обе стороны закончить раздельно. 

Сначала продолжить вязать на 21 (23- 25) 27 п. левой половинки спинки = конец ряда. В каждом следующем лицевом ряду по правому рабочему краю для закругления выреза закрыть 1х5 п. и 1х4 п.

Плечевые скосы, левая сторона: через 52 (53- 54) 55 см от наборного ряда закрыть оставшиеся 12 (14- 16) 18 п.

Горловина, правая сторона: теперь продолжить вязание на 21 (23- 25) 27 п. правой половинки спинки = начало ряда. В каждом следующем изнаночном ряду по правому рабочему краю закрыть еще 1х5 п и 1х4 п.

Плечевые скосы, правая сторона: через 52 (53- 54) 55 см от наборного ряда закрыть оставшиеся 12 (14- 16) 18 п.    ЛЕВАЯ ПОЛОЧКА На спицы №4 набрать 45 (49- 53) 57 п. и провязать 1-й (изнаночный) ряд, распределив петли следующим образом: кромочная, 6 п. платочной вязки, 37 (41- 45) 49 п. резинкой, кромочная. 

Через 4 см, начав с лицевого ряда, продолжить вязать спицами №5 ажурным узором, распределив петли в следующей последовательности: кромочная, начать петлей перед раппортом, 8 (9- 10) 11 раз повторить раппорт, закончить 4 п. после раппорта, 6 п. платочной вязки, кромочная. 

Проймы: через 34 см от наборного ряда по правому рабочему краю закрыть 3 (3- 4) 4 п. и в каждом следующем 2-м ряду закрыть еще 1х2 п. и 3 (5- 6) 8х1 п. = 37 (39- 41) 43 п.

Горловина: через 40 (41- 42) 43 см от наборного ряда по левому рабочему краю отложить 6 п. и в каждом следующем изнаночном ряду закрыть 1х6 п., 1х4 п., 1х3 п., 1х2 п. и 4х1 п. 

Плечи: через 52 (53- 54) 55 см от наборного ряда закрыть оставшиеся 12 (14- 16) 18 п. 

ПРАВАЯ ПОЛОЧКА На спицы №4 набрать 45 (49- 53) 57 п. и провязать 1-й (изнаночный) ряд, распределив петли следующим образом: кромочная, 37 (41- 45) 49 п. резинкой, 6 п. платочной вязки, кромочная. 

Через 4 см продолжить вязать спицами №5, начать с лицевого ряда и вязать ажурным узором, распределив петли следующим образом: кромочная, 6 п. платочной вязки, начать петлей перед раппортом, 8 (9- 10) 11 раз повторить раппорт, закончить 4 п. после раппорта, кромочная, 

Отверстия для пуговиц: одновременно через 2 см от наборного ряда выполнить 1-е отверстие для пуговицы. Для этого закрыть 3-ю и 4-ю петли планки застежки и в следующем ряду вновь набрать эти петли. 

Следующие 3 отверстия для пуговиц выполнить аналогично с интервалами 10 см (10, 11, 10 см - 10, 11, 11 см) 11 см. 

Проймы: через 34 см от наборного ряда по левому рабочему краю закрыть 3 (3- 4) 4 п. и в каждом следующем 2-м ряду закрыть еще 1х2 п., 3 (5- 6) 8х1 п. = 37 (39- 41) 43 п. 

Горловина: через 40 (41- 42) 43 см от наборного ряда по правому рабочему краю отложить 6 п. и в каждом следующем лицевом ряду для закругления выреза закрыть 1х6 п., 1х4 п.,1х3 п., 1х2 п. и 4х1 п.  Плечи: через 52 (53- 54) 55 см от наборного ряда закрыть оставшиеся 12 (14- 16) 18 п. 

РУКАВА На спицы №4 набрать 50 (50- 54) 54 петли и провязать 4 см резинкой. 

Далее вязать спицами №5 основным изнаночной гладью. 

Боковые скосы: в 5-м ряду от планки и в каждом следующем 6-м ряду с обеих сторон прибавить 10х1 п. (в каждом следующем 4-м ряду от планки 8х1 п. и в каждом следующем 6-м ряду еще 4х1 п. - в каждом следующем 4-м ряду от планки 9х1 п. и в каждом следующем 6-м ряду еще 3х1 п.) в каждом следующем 2-м ряду от планки 3х1 п. и в каждом следующем 4-м ряду еще 11х1 п. 

Прибавки выполнять после 3-й петли в начале ряда и перед 3-й петлей от конца ряда = 70 (74- 78) 82 п. 

Окат: через 28 (27- 26) 25 см от наборного ряда с обеих сторон закрыть 3 (3- 4) 4 п. и в каждом следующем 2-м ряду закрыть еще 1х2 п., 17х1 п. и 1х2 п. 

Через 42 (41- 40) 39 см от наборного ряда закрыть оставшиеся 22 (26- 28) 32 п. 

Второй рукав выполнить аналогично.    СБОРКА Детали слегка увлажнить, растянуть согласно выкройке и оставить до полного высыхания. 

Плечевые швы выполнить матрасным швом. Вшить рукава. Выполнить боковые швы и швы рукавов матрасным швом. 

Планка горловины: на спицы №5 набрать с обеих сторон отложенные 6 п. и между ними по краям выреза набрать 113 п. = 125 п. 

Вязать узором платочной вязкой, при этом на правой полочке через 1 см выполнить еще 1 отвестие для пуговицы на 2 петли, как было описано выше. Через 3 см от начала планки все петли свободно закрыть. 

Пришить пуговицы.

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Knitting needles dress for girl

Description: SIZE

86/92 (98/104) 110/116

YOU'LL NEED

Yarn (35% cotton, 35% polyacrylate, 30% viscose; 114 m/50 g) 150 (150) 200 g white 100 (100) 150 g red 50 (50) 100 g blue; 6 red buttons; spokes number 4 and 4,5; short circular needles number 4.

PATTERNS AND DIAGRAMS

THE FRONT SURFACE

Facial series - facial loops, purl rows - purl loops.

THE REVERSE SURFACE

Front rows - purl loop, purl rows - facial hinge.

GUM

2 alternately face, 2 purl.

THE STRIPES 1

Front surface = alternating 4 rows of white thread, 4 rows red thread.

THE STRIPES 2

Front surface = * 4 rows of blue thread, 4 rows of white thread, from * repeat 2 times, 4 rows with red thread. Rapport constantly repeat.

DENSITY KNITTING

Х26 18 p., 5 p. = 10 x 10 cm, associated front surface of the spokes №4,5. THE EXECUTION OF THE WORK

BACK

Red thread on the spokes number 4 набрать72 (81) 90 loops and knit trims for 3 cm of the facial surface.

Forth between edging to knit №4,5 stripes pattern 1 with bevel skirts subtract from both sides in every 6th row 4 (8) 11х1 p., then every 4th row 8 (5) 3x1 p.

23 (27) 31 cm from strap to knit the front stitch with white thread.

In 38 (45) 52 cm from the strap close to neckline average 12 (15) 18 p.

Shoulders finish separately, while on the edge of the neckline close every 2nd row 1x3 and 1x2 p. p.

40 (47) 54 cm from the strap directly to close the remaining loop shoulder.

BEFORE

Knit like the back, but with a deeper neckline.

To do this, a 34 (41) 48 cm from strap to close the middle 6 (9) 12 p.

Shoulders finish separately, while on the edge of the neckline close to each 2-m p. row 1x3, 1x2 and 3x1 p. p.

At the height of the back straight to close the remaining loop shoulder.

SLEEVES

Red thread dial on the spokes №4 for each sleeve 27 of loops and straps to to knit 3 cm of the facial surface.

Continue to knit on the spokes №4,5 between the edge stripes pattern 2, while for bevel sleeves add on both sides in every 6th row 4 (0) 0x1. p., then every 4th row 10 (18) 19x1. p. and at the end of every 2nd row 0 (0) 3x1 p.

Via 25,5 (28,5) 31.5 cm from the strap all the loops close.

For the strap button (2 pieces) white thread dial on the spokes for each slat 24 (26) 28 loops, purl 1 row to perform a facial.

Further, between the edge 3 cm knit elastic, while in 1.5 cm, spread, perform 3 holes for the buttons: 1. close, in the next row again to dial the loop. Best to do 3 holes. Loops to close the drawing.

ASSEMBLY

Details lightly moisturize, stretch approx. specified in the pattern size, pin on pattern and leave to dry.

Strap button to sew to the front so that the initial row coincides with the slant line according to. pattern and photo. The narrow edges of strips to sew. Perform shoulder seams.

Red thread dial on circular needles along the edge of the neck 66(72) 78 loops and 3 cm knit the front stitch. Loops to close.

To sew the sleeves so that middle of sleeve coincide with the shoulder seam. To run side seams and seams of sleeves.

All straps loosen on the wrong side to half the width and sew.

Buttons sew on dress accordingly to the holes for the buttons.

After all the seams to steam slightly.

Photo: magazine “Verena. Special issue” No. 1/2014