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jeht · 4 years ago

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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 ˼

#› ' . answered. ˹ i’m just here to establish an alibi ˼#› ' . replies. ˹ in and out like a motherfucking thief ˼#eonien.#nsfw.#nsfd.#oh boy.

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corvo-bianco-lilacs · 5 years ago

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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.”

#the witcher #anonymous asks #answered anon #philippa eilhart #philippa x OC #OC: Verena #asks #answered ask

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catalinaroleplay · 5 years ago

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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.

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krakengoddess · 7 years ago

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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

#ravelry

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mirainawen · 7 years ago

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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!”

#enlisted #hill brothers #derrick hill #randy hill #pete hill #i...i...don't even know #forgive me #what is happening #enlisted fic

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blvirisms-blog · 7 years ago

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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?"

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trnchd · 6 years ago

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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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knitting-art · 8 years ago

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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: кр��мочная, 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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