#that's 2inches more that a FOOT

[miscsinners]

Kiara's at the beach and decided she is going to break up with Calli for real~ So she got on the new swimsuit that Ina got her and she goes to show it off in front of her~ And while she sees Calli's tiny 2inch Ina walks up with her 2ft cock and starts to fuck her and make her into her bitch while her EX girlfriend watches~

"Sorry Calli, but I think we should see other people..."

Kiara looks especially sheepish that it's finally come to this, blushing while she goes up to her now-ex girlfriend and officially breaks it off. Even as she watches Calli getting her puny dick hard from looking over her swimsuit-clad body courtesy of Ina's tastes. It would've been rude not to wear the gift, not to mention it's an easy display of how she's free for Ina to use whenever she wants, but it seems to be making things even worse for Calli.

"You're looking great today, Kiara~. Did you really break up with her already? Don't worry, I'll take it from here~."

Ina comes up right beside Kiara once she's done telling Calli her feelings, making it obvious why Kiara thinks she's found someone better by her hand groping Kiara's fat ass from behind while Ina's own swimsuit does nothing to stop her enormous two foot bitchsplitter cock hanging low and very obvious between her legs. Kiara doesn't even get the opportunity to say anything more before Ina is moving aside the phoenix's skimpy swimsuit just as intended and spearing her full of her enormous eldritch cock, making her stomach visibly bulge out from her sheer size while Calli gets a front row seat to her ex getting utterly ruined by cock right in front of her.

The pounding is relentless, and despite the humiliation Calli remains turned on even while Ina fucks Kiara right in front of her. Ina's hips smack hard against Kiara's jiggling ass over and over again, the eldritch stud casually but roughly manhandling her lewd curves as if she owns the girl's body. Kiara herself can't help but moan out in desperate bliss, submitting easily as her new owner's girlfriend/pet and moaning out how amazing it feels to be Ina's personal-use slut.

Even with Calli watching, Ina doesn't hold back at all, fucking her without restraint from behind and eventually transitioning to pick her up and hold her in a full nelson while pounding into her depths even harder, making Kiara powerless and even more overwhelmed with mind numbing pleasure while her face contorts even more into an expression of pure bliss that Calli could never manage to get from her.

There's nothing keeping Calli from leaving, she could stop watching at any point, but even Ina lightly teasing her for stroking herself off while watching her ex get slamfucked, she can't take her eyes away and she brings her own puny futa cock to orgasm multiple times - further displaying the sheer difference when Ina's massive floods of eldritch corrupting cum are at least a hundred times bigger than Calli's one-pump shots. It's clearly visible which of them is better, and Ina fully intends to prove it by claiming her right there on the beach for hours on end before eventually dragging her back to her room to keep her all night long to celebrate Kiara becoming her new corrupted and stolen girlfriend slut.

#ask #holo;; ina #holo;; kiara #fullsheepcowboy

[toadstoolgardens]

6 Fruits to Propagate from Cuttings

Growing fruit is amazing, and propagating fruit from cuttings makes it even better. It's free fruit!💕🫐

Buying established fruit plants is great if you're looking to be able to harvest pretty quickly. But propagating fruit from cuttings is a cheap or even free way to clone fruits, and all you need is a healthy existing plant to cut from. Another benefit to cuttings is the ability to clone your favorite fruit varieties! Choose fruits suited for your climate and keep in mind that most cuttings will take 2-3 years or more to bear fruit.

Blueberry (Vaccinium spp.): Softwood propagation - cut twigs in late spring from the tip of existing canes. Hardwood propagation - cut canes during the midwinter dormant season. Root your blueberry cuttings in a low-pH growing medium and keep them moist before planting them in the ground the following spring.

Blackberry & Raspberry (Rubus spp.): Brambles are excellent to propagate from cuttings. Take your cuttings around late summer from the tip of a primocane (bright green, bendy cane that grew this year). Root in potting soil and they should be set to plant in the ground in about two months, plant before winter.

Currant (Ribes spp.): Cut foot long cuttings from one year old wood in the late winter. Plant 2/3 of your foot long stem in potting soil to root, keep moist and in the shade. Plant in the ground the following autumn.

Elderberry (Sambucus spp.): Take softwood cuttings in early summer from the tips of green, bendy shoots. Place in potting soil and keep moist so they can root. Plant outside after about three months.

Fig (Ficus spp.): Take 8 inch long cuttings in the early spring from branches that are 1/2inch thick. Root in potting soil and keep moist but not too wet. Store potted cuttings in a warm sunny window, greenhouse, cold frame, under a 2 liter bottle with the bottom cut off, or under a clear plastic bag to keep warm and humid. Plant outside in early summer once new growth has appeared.

Mulberry (Morus spp.): Take foot long cuttings from soft, bendy branches in the late winter. Root in growing medium. Store your potted cuttings in a warm sunny window, greenhouse, cold frame, under a 2 liter bottle with the bottom cut off, or under a clear plastic bag to keep warm and humid. Place the container outside in the sun once the weather gets warm AND your cuttings develop new leaves. Water daily. Fall of that same year, plant your cuttings outside. TIP: If you're cutting from wild mulberries, take several cuttings from different trees to help pollination and fruit set.

Source

#gardening #permaculture #propagation #growing fruit #fruit garden #blueberry #blackberry #raspberry #currant #fig #elderberry #mulberry #solarpunk #it's free fruit people #cottagecore #goblincore

[vs-redemption]

Soft Sunday I hope your weekend is going well! 😊🤗

*have Atsumu brain rot currently*

Atsumu

Who makes time for you despite his often grueling schedule. Any spare time he gets he wants to spend it with you often cuddles in bed on sundays. Not like you had any plans today.

- he helps you cook whenever he can and because of you his cooking skills have improved significantly, at least to the point his brother can trust him in HIS kitchen. I guess that saying something.

-he will go out to the 7/11 to buy your cravings at 2am despite being tired and having to get up at 6am for work. But you are pregnant so he doesn’t mind, some of the time. Which why after that first experience he makes sure the house and fridge is packed with your favorite snacks and weird craving combinations for the rest of your pregnancy. Work smarter not harder he says.

- Atsumu cause you both are bored got the crazy idea to see how many things can be balanced on your growing pregnancy belly. You two made quite a stack before it all falls over. No one was hurt. He did managed to take a pic before it all went down. Of course he sent it to his brother bragging they gotten their belly tower 2inches taller than his. ***Osamu and Atsumu are going to be first time dads at the same time.

Atsumu

Who wraps his sweat infused towel(after his workout)around your waist to pull you into a kiss and carts you both off to the shower laughing all cause you mumbled “eww cooties” while kissing him. He also shirtless here😁

Mattsun shirtless and feeding you grapes🤷🏽‍♀️😂 Do we need a reason for shirtless Mattsun? 🤣

Ahh these are so good! I love Atsumu and you so much!

Soft Sunday Headcanons: Atsumu Miya

(And Mattsun 😆)

When Atsumu is in love, he struggles to be away from you for any significant amount of time. If he ever has to go out of town for work, he’s constantly texting and sending pictures back and forth. And he needs to video chat with you at least once a day. His quality time with you is very important!

He watches you cook with reverence in his eyes. Little do you know he’s paying attention to every tiny thing you so so that next time, he can surprise you by making your favorite dish almost exactly the way you like it.

If Osamu is expecting at her same time, of course Atsumu is even more ready to dote on you hand and foot. He’s not going to be outdone by his twin, and he’s not going to let you go a moment without something you need if he can help it either.

I'd have to love someone an awful lot to be okay with their sweaty towel touching me. But you can't deny his playfulness is both charming and endearing. Plus, being able to get up close and personal with his yummy muscles is a definite perk too.

(I have no issues with being pampered and spoiled by a shirtless Mattsun. Feed me grapes, massage my shoulders, whatever. The thing is that he gets as much enjoyment out of it as you do!)

#obitobrigade💖 #best moot squad #soft sunday #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu x reader

[tequilaasquared]

So I know there’s been a lot of debate surrounding the height difference between Ohm and Nanon and who is lying etc etc, but I’m here to Nancy Drew my way through this.

For starters, here is a screenshot from episode 12 of bbs where both guys are on equal footing i.e they are both barefoot and are being filmed straight on and from a medium long shot. Nanon is slightly leaning towards Ohm here because he was being led/dragged forward so I’ll say he’s a little shorter than what we can see here. Still though it’s clear to see the difference in height is nowhere near what some photos and videos portray. I think that’s due to a number of reasons; Nanon’s poor posture (a fellow sloucher like me), Ohm’s array of 1/2inch tall soled trainers/sneakers that makes an already very tall man even taller, the difference in body build (Ohm is broader at the shoulders which makes most people look bigger), the weird camera angles which warp depth perception (for example photos taken from below a stage they’re on or where one is standing further back from the camera than the other) etc. Furthermore, if we compare Nanon with Bright (who is also listed as being similarly tall) you can see they’re pretty much the same height;

They’re both wearing football boots, they have relatively similar builds and it’s another medium shot (though you could argue it’s also a long shot I suppose).

Also, if Ohm really is only 185cm (which is around 6’1) and the photos accurately represented their height difference (which would be several inches just from looking at them), then photos like the one below where Nanon is standing next to P’Aof would make no sense.

I know Nanon mentioned in one interview that he was measured and had shrunk but that must be a translation error as i’m sure that’s nigh on impossible for a healthy 21 year old. He then confirmed several interviews later that he was around 183cm (6′ like Bright). That makes more sense.

My conclusion to this unnecessary essay is that it’s Ohm’s height that GMMtv have recorded wrong. Which makes sense since they’ve also tried to claim that Ohm weighs a kg less than Nanon which cannot be right. So honestly I think Nanon is probably around the 6′ mark (182/183) and Ohm is most likely around about 6′2/3ish (188-190). So more like 2/3 inches difference rather 2 cm. I’m sure my sleuthing will be for naught when someone just straight up asks them how tall they are. But until then I’m sticking with this. 

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

(also thanks to twitter for providing 2/3 screencaps above)

#don't judge me #but i've always had an obsession with figuring out people's heights #i had to weigh in #the real takeaway from this is: most of the gmmtv boys are giants #i truly do not know what they are fed #bad buddy #ohm pawat #nanon korapat

[theharlotofferelden]

So yesterday I had lunch with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law and ended up scheduling an tattoo appointment because SIL thought it would be a good idea to get a tattoo in honor of her stepdad (my father-in-law). We weren't able to get an appointment though, so we scheduled one for today at 7pm, which worked out for me because I actually wanted to design my own tattoo (and maybe create something for them).

SIL wanted the tattoos to be squirrels because FIL apparently really loved them (MIL and I suspect he was autistic like me so this may have been his special interest) and actually went to see a squirrel circus at one point. So these designs are reflective of that.

At first I was super interested in these designs of squirrels running, but ended up not finishing them because I didn't know how well these would translate when scaled down to 2inches (he told us he uses fine needles for stuff but I'm always worried about bleeding). I also wanted to get something small that could fit on my foot on my inner heel, so I decided to go with this design:

MIL wasn't fussy but SIL was looking for something a bit more cute/cartoony, specifically this design, which at MIL's suggestion I created my own version of.

MIL liked this so much she refused to let me refine it further (saying that if SIL wanted to get something altered or add anything she could just ask the tattoo artist to do it). It's so hard not to mess around with it tho, I just want to tweak it a lil bit and thicken up some lines, but i'm trying to respect her wishes.

Just thought I'd share these because honestly it was kinda fun and they are super cute. (I'm kinda sad I'm not getting one of the top two because they are honestly adorable imo but idk where I'd put them.)

#personal: art #squirrel #tattoo #tattoo design

[tallat-of-thralls]

Mesquite: The Tree of Life of the South West

"I could ask for no better monument over my grave than a good mesquite tree, its roots down deep like those of peace who belong to the soil, its hardy branches, leaves, and fruit holding memories of the soil..." J. Frank Dobie, Texas Writer

Overview

The name mesquite derives from the Hispansized word 'mizquitl'.

There are more than 40 species of mesquite trees found worldwide, at least 90 percent of which grow in Latin America, principally Argentina and Chile. Although mesquite also thrives in other arid regions such as those in Southwest North America, Africa, the Middle East, Tunisia, Algeria, India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Burma, Hawaii, West Indies, Russia, Puerto Rico, and Australia.

The tree itself comes in a variety of sizes depending on rain fall. Locations with higher rain fall note mesquite trees ranging from 40-50ft in height with a spread of nearly 40 feet or more. The branches are sparsely covered in thin feathery leaves with 2inch thorns growing at the base of the leaf joints.

This blog will mostly focus on Latin America; specifically in the Southwest Us and Texas.

There are seven varieties that cover one-third of the state of Texas or 56 million of the 167.5 million acres of land from the Rio Grande to the Panhandle, across central and north Texas and into much of west texas. Of all the US states 76 percent of mesquite wood grows in Texas. Mesquite grows in all regions of the state except the deep East Piney Woods.

Out of the seven varieties, the post will mostly reference Prosopis glandulosa var. glandulosa a.k.a "Honey Mesquite".

Map of the American South West and Latin america showing the range of Mesquite tree growth.

Native Tribes: Resource and Myth

Description reads: Salt River Reservation, Pima Agency Arizona, two Maricopa men(sitting) and Mojave Man in full aboriginal dress. 1880

Mesquite was such an omnipresent and nutritious resource and a central part of life itself that many tribes such as the Walapai, Apache, Papago, and Maricopa honored mesquite within their language and mythology.

Mesquite beans were the food staples for many of the South West Native American tribes. Through out the United states they gathered millions of pounds annually. In cases of food shortages, mesquite beans were often the only food source.

Much of the plant material such as fiber, thorns, sap, and roots were used in the making of many goods. The fibers were used for making of textiles and baskets. The

The creation myth of the Maricopa states that the Maricopa, Pima, and Yavapai -after death of their maker- scattered over the land and gathered mesquite beans. An Apache myth recounts how the sun and moon consulted with one another and formed the mesquite tree then hung beans upon its branches. The death of the Coyote myth of the Pima tells of Mesquite surviving the Great Flood and of how the coyote ate so many beans that they swelled in his stomach.

The Mesquite was an extremely important resource and was used frequently as an amenity of trade between the Apache tribe and the Pima tribe. When food plants failed during time of drought the Pima would travel long expeditions to trade goods with the Apache for beans and bean flour. With it, the Pima made dough and cooked it as round cakes. Certain tribes such as Pima and Opata also fermented bean flour water creating a bean beer called Atole and has a mildly intoxicating quality.

The gum, or sap, of the tree was used as adhesive to mend broken pottery as well as dye clay before the heating process. The gum when mixed with mud was used in several tribes spiritual and courtship rituals.

Both leaves and gum of the Mesquite is known by the tribes to carry healing powers and medicinal properties.

The Yaqui community in particular honor mesquite as one of two plants to have supernatural powers beyond most other plants. However of the two, only Mesquite grows in the sacred territory of the Yaqui and is said to have powers to detect and vanquish witchcraft especially if the wood is cut into a shape of a cross. One Yaqui myth tells of a "talking stick" made from mesquite wood which foretold death to all people baptized as christian.

Anglo-Texan History

Image of Mesquite Texas, 1890 showing piles of mesquite branches and horse drawn wagons containing grain or beans.

Historians believed that the mesquite was orginally limited to extreme South Texas and spread north only after the Civil War when cattle drives became frequent. Cattle would eat mesquite beans when grass was not plentiful.

Early Texas settlers facored the mesquite wood because not only was it plentiful but it also resisted rotting. Before commercial barbed wire came to texas in the 1870s, ranchers built sturdy corrals from mesquite-log picket fences. Travelers also fashioned hubs for wagons, wagon spokes, and small boat ribs from mesquite.

During the civil war, when coffee was scarce, Texans made ersatz coffee from roasted and ground mesquite beans. Honey made from mesquite flowers was especially prized. In the absence of pins, settlers substituted mesquite thorns.

In the 1869 Dr. John E. Park of Sequin patented under the no. 51,407 on December 5 for the use of mesquite bark in tanning leather. In the article from 1870 Texas Almanac, he included information on the superiority of the use of Mesquite in tanning leather. For, mesquite was found to be richest in Tannic Acid (a substance used for tanning) and worked exceptionally faster than previous methods because the acid penetrated the hide faster. Fast enough to seldom lose hide to decomposition. This allowed for tanning to be done in summer months, a process usually done in winter.

Medicinal Uses

*Note: not a replacement for modern day regulated medications and treatments.*

Aztecs made a lotion from ground mesquite leaves to treat sore eyes.

The Yuma tribe treated venereal diseases with an infusion of leaves and sap.

Comanches chewed on leaves to relieve toothaches.

The Yaqui Tribe treated headaches with a poultice made from mashing leaves to a pulp, mixing with water, and binding the mixture to the forehead.

The light-amber gum or sap that oozed from mesauite bark was mixed with water and gargled to treat sore throats, or swallowed to treat diarrhea, aid in digestion, and help wounds heal.

The Yavapai rubbed a mixture of mud and mesquite gum into their hair to simultaneously dye it and treat lice.

Modern Uses

Although ranchers still try to annihilate mesquite due to injury of livestock and cowhands, a dedicated group of texans cant get enough of it. They are mostly artisans who value mesquite for its beauty, the ease with which it can be worked, and the high sheen of finished pieces. Some even prize its irregularities.

Mesquite has a swirling grain, radial cracks, mineral deposits in the bark, and often many insect holes. Mesquite is dimensionally stable: as most hardwoods dry they shrink more in one direction than they do the other while mesquite shrinks the same percentage in both directions. It has a surface hardness of 2,336 pounds per squared inch, equal to that of hickory and almost twice that of oak and maple; and a density of 45 pounds per foot greater than oak, maple, pecan, and hickory.

Modern Spiritual interpertations:

Harmonizing qualities

Accessing the willingness to cross the wasteland of "dark night of the soul" to find deep spiritual richness within yourself and others

Comfortably connecting with others from a place of compassion and warmth

Standing inside a circle of love

Self blessing

Forgiveness

Possible use for Mesquite in imbalances

Emotional remoteness

Aloofness

Allowing others to see a coolness that actually covers an inner warmth

Feeling as is there is a barren wasteland or spiritual desolation within self.

Feeling separated and remote from others or self.

Personal Suggestion on craft Use*

*Disclaimer: subject to error and not a replacement for actual medications; allergy notice: mesquite is part of the legume family. Research trees and plants in area before ingesting random plants. Watch out for use of pesticides in public places. I do Not recommend diy fermentation. I do not support appropriating native tribes' traditions and rites unless explicitly permitted to by said tribe, do NOT trespass on Sacred Lands for resources it may be possible to purchase sacred mesquite from the tribes. Do Not vandalize sacred grounds or public trees. BE RESPECTFUL.*

Mesquite is tasty. Use wood for rich Smokey flavor on barbequed meats and vegtables.

Make tea from leaves

The beans are said to taste sweet and contain 30 percent sugar trace. Eat beans raw, roasted, dried, or ground into a flour.

Use water diluted sap to treat rashes. (Unless allergic.)

Use diluted sap in hair as you would oils.

Burn leaves and wood to smoke cleanse.

Hang mesquite cross to avert hexes or harmful craft.

I recommend buying from South Western Tribes and other mesquite artisans for bobbles and other wooden figures. Otherwise, source your mesquite in an earth friendly manner by sustainable means and only take what you need.

Information Sources:

"The Magnificent Mesquite" book by Ken E. Rogers

Texasalmanac.com

Desert-alchemy.com

Local Texans

Picture Sources: Google and pinterest

#mesquite #witchcraft #witchy #witch #witches #greenwitch #green craft #green magick #green witch #mesquite tree #native american #tribes #southwest #south west united states #texas #wood crafts #wood magic #wood carving #woodworking #mesquite history #history #leather #leather working #cooking #educational #desert witch #desert craft #desert #trees #almanac

[nelllraiser]

one for the money, two for the show | carrington & nell

LOCATION: the ring PARTIES INVOLVED: @carringtonblackwood and @nelllraiser. CONTENT WARNING: suggestive themes ?? idk

With a colossal boom, the Bies had finally fallen to the ground of The Ring, leaving Penelope the victor of the match. As far as fights went, it hadn’t been easy. The entire time she’d had to avoid looking directly into the beast’s eyes for fear of impaling herself on its antlers once it got a hold of her mind. She knew it could happen. It’d just happened in this monster’s former match not a few days ago. Most everyone had been sure this barely 5 foot 3 inch girl wouldn’t come out of this fight on top...or even alive. However, she’d met one believer earlier at the betting window, just before it was time to start suiting up. Or perhaps he just liked throwing his money away as he bet on her to win. Whatever the reason, she was back at the window after her fight, still a little bloody from near misses here and there, but intent on collecting her winnings. But it seemed she wasn’t the only one looking to get her cash as she recognized the man from before, and she called out to him. “So you going to keep your word about getting half of what you bet on me since I won?”

In the short time he’d been in town, Carrington had only come to the ring a handful of times. Mainly to see if he could flush out any Hunters that might be skulking in the crowds. So far he’d not been lucky enough to find one. So he soothed his disappointment by betting on a fight here and there. And almost always on the underdog. Tonight’s fight had been no exception. It had been a long time since Carrington had laid eyes on a true Bies. The last time was in the Black Forest of Romania. He’d lost a good horse that night, saddle and all, but walked away with his life. 

As did the tiny woman he’d bet on tonight. It hardly seemed like a fair fight, and there were times when Carrington was certain he’d lose all his money, and not just half. But when she didn’t become a meal herself, and the Bies was the one lying in a puddle of it’s own blood, Carrington found himself with a very nice cash out. One he intended to keep his word about sharing. He had just thanked the man at the window and taken his winnings (divided into two envelopes) when the voice he’d been waiting for called out. 

He stepped easily towards her, a full head taller at 6 foot 2inches. “Half of what I bet? Or half of what I won? I’m fine with either.” He glanced back towards the ring where the dead Bies was being dragged off. “It’s not everyday you see David kill Goliath.” 

Penelope always felt most alive when she was in The Ring. The thrill of knowing she could quite literally die at any moment? There was nothing on Earth like it, and she was constantly chasing similar highs whether it be in or out of The Ring. Her heart rate was still higher than normal as she stood across from the one man that seemingly had faith in her before the match, a hand propped on her hip as she continued to catch her breath. Watching him as he stepped forward, she unintentionally gave him a once over as a means of sizing him up. Apparently her brain was still in fight mode, and instead of shirking away from his considerably higher height, she stood taller. 

A small smirk began to come over her lips as she shrugged before answering him. “Half of the winnings if it’s all the same to you.” She didn’t hesitate to claim the bigger portion of the money. After all, if he’d offered it— why turn it down? Besides, she’d been the one working hard in the arena. “Did you enjoy the show, then?” Penelope couldn't deny that she sometimes staged her fights a certain way, giving the ups and downs the crowd would most likely enjoy. Even though she hadn’t lived up to her parents wishes of becoming a renowned magician like her older sister, Bea,— perhaps she still had a bit of showmanship in her blood. But then she was raising an eyebrow at his comment, a hint of amusement still on her lips. “Is that supposed to be a short joke? Maybe you’d see it more if you plan on coming back to The Ring, though.”

Carrington usually steered clear of violence for the sake of violence. He’d seen enough death and carnage and torture in his lifetime to last him several hundred more. The only violence that concerned him on a regular basis was the kind that came with taking the life of a Hunter that thought they could best him. Or the ones that preyed on those that couldn’t protect themselves. Or anyone that chose to harm another living thing just for the sake of it. Even Carrington sought out willing donors when it came to feeding, instead of taking what wasn’t freely given. Though the memory of the thrill of the hunt still prickled in his throat at times. Especially when blood was so freely spilled. He raised an eyebrow at her once over, but chose not to comment. That wasn’t a fight she’d win quite so easily. 

As for the money… “I’d be disappointed if you chose otherwise.” He held an envelope out to her that held half the winnings from the match. “I did. I’ll admit my wager was secondary to other business, but I’ve always been a fan of the underdog. Which… on the odds at least… you most certainly were.” She couldn’t be human, he knew. If she were, well… those odds weren’t in her favor either. No. She was something else. 

He gave her a tiny smirk. “If it amuses you, then yes. If not, then no.” Carrington tucked his own winnings into his pocket, eyes scanning the crowds over her head. “Oh, I’ll always come back. Until I find what I’m looking for. Tell me…” he said quite suddenly. “What else do you do? Besides slay monsters?”

It always took Penelope a moment to come down from her fights, to get herself back to her usual amiable, but still passionate nature. At the same time...it was easy for her to grow defensive, though there was no such reason for her to do so with this man. So her words were still just simply measured rather than her more passionate ones that she usually employed. “Disappointed to have more money?” she replied with the very beginnings of a tease, entering back into her everyday demeanor just the slightest bit more. 

But the mention of other business caught her attention, and nosy as ever she didn’t hesitate when it came to asking what it was. “And what was your other business here, then?” Her words were point-blank, not generally one to beat around the bush unless it was a subject she was uncomfortable broaching. She paused for a moment, deciding whether or not she should be offended by the term underdog. Penelope knew of all the monsters and things she’d taken care of since having left White Crest and then returning, but many of those in town didn’t know of the prowess she’d gained, and therefore not many in The Ring knew to be cautious of her….yet. “I’ll consider myself amused...for the moment,” she replied with her own beginnings of a smirk. “And what’s that you’re looking for? The same thing that was your primary reason for coming here?” She wasn’t sure why he’d care what it was she did for a living, but she saw no harm in telling him. “Usually I tell people not familiar with the supernatural that I’m a bounty hunter.” On second thought...she’d wait to see if he answered her own questions first.

“Disappointed that you didn’t take what was yours,” he clarified, though the note of teasing wasn’t lost. Some things in life could be taken easily. Others… not so much. And the things one worked for… the things one deserved… why not take them quickly and without regret? Carrington felt that way about many things, including those that most people might disagree with. 

Because wasn’t revenge deserved? At times. Wasn’t violence deserved? In metered doses. Wasn’t death deserved? When one had committed enough atrocities? Carrington was of a mind that yes, it was. And he handed that out as well. As easily as he’d handed the envelope of cash this girl. Who seemed to have no qualms diving right into his affairs. Though admittedly, he had left it open-ended. “I’m looking for someone. An old friend.” More a generalization than anything. Carrington didn’t befriend Hunters. He killed them. Took his trophy. Burned the rest. Salted the ashes. 

“I just haven’t been able to find them yet. I suppose I’ll have to keep hunting. Until I do.” He gave her a nod as she decided to be amused for the moment, and another nod to say that yes, what he was looking for was the same business that brought him here in the first place. But when she answered his question - in part at least - Carrington paused. He recalculated. He adjusted his approach. 

 “Bounty hunter.” He tested the words, unsure if they suited his perception of her or not. “And what do you tell those that are familiar? Monster hunter? Creature catcher?” He was suddenly a few steps closer. Still non-threatening, voice still light but tuned lower now, so only she could hopefully hear him. “Or just a plain, old-fashioned, Hunter?” 

“Well then I’m glad not to disappoint you,” Nell replied back smoothly, but still with the air of banter to it. But she wasn’t satisfied with his answer, feeling as if he were purposefully holding back. Nosy as always, she pushed onwards, too stubborn to let it go. Especially when he also kept asking his own questions. “Well who is this...friend? Maybe I’d know them.” Something about the way he spoke of them made it seem very much like the person he was looking for wouldn’t be met with a happy ending. And she didn’t particularly have qualms with helping on a hunt if she thought the person or monster was deserving. “You know, now that I think of it— I don’t think I caught your name either.” The betting window before the fight had been a quick exchange, one not particularly worthy of names or otherwise.

Suddenly there was the smallest of shifts after her answer of profession, not entirely hostile but...his approach didn’t seem as open as it had before. There was something almost...heated in the air between them as he stepped closer, and she was forced to crane her neck even further to look up at him, much to her dismay. But as he continued with his line of questioning, a smirk slowly spread over her lips, having a feeling she knew where this was going when he mentioned monster hunting. And his reaction paired with him being at The Ring in the first place made her wonder exactly what she was dealing with rather than who. “And if I was?” Perhaps she was playing with fire, but she was far too self-assured not to, and she loved the thrill in her blood that came alongside flirting with danger.

The full truth was that Carrington didn’t know the name of the person he was looking for. He didn’t know what they looked like, or how old they were. A Hunter could be anyone, after all. Flushing them out was the hard part. Without blatantly announcing one’s presence. Killing them… easy enough. Though not without it’s challenges. Some were more dangerous than others. More clever. More cautious. Others - like the young man he’d met at the frat house - were entirely too obvious in their dislike, and outed themselves without even trying. 

“That’s because I didn’t give it.” He tipped the corner of his mouth at her, in a tiny half-smirk, but still didn’t answer her question. Other things drew his attention now. Things that might require a different tactic. He’d just seen her take down a monster the size of a school bus, so he already knew he would be treading with caution regardless. He hadn’t lived this long by being foolish. 

“That would depend,” he said in answer to her question. The girl wasn’t a Slayer, or she would’ve known him from the get go. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t want his head, for the right price. Bounty hunters couldn’t be trusted. Even if asked outright. Fortunately, Carrington had a solution to that. Compulsion was a talent he’d honed over the last several centuries. He didn’t use it often, but this seemed like it might call for it. But first he would simply ask. And go from there. He leaned in a bit closer, to speak softly in her ear. “What do you hunt, darling?” 

Nell’s eyes narrowed in both playfulness and scrutinization as he denied her his name, not above admitting that the man was fun to banter with in this regard. “Should I give you one, then? I can’t guarantee you’ll like it more than whatever your actual name is,” she teased. Nevertheless, she hated being at a disadvantage when it came to him having this small thing over her. No doubt he knew her name from betting and hearing it when it was announced at the beginning of her match. “But I’m more than happy to help you out, there.” 

Her body posture tensed for the slightest moment as he stepped closer, utterly still as she had to quell the instinctive response to fight or push something that felt almost predatory leaning closer to her. But at the same time, it sent the smallest thrill down her spine. “Are we telling secrets, now?” she replied in a velveted tone, and then she turned her head to return the favor of speaking into his ear. “You want to know if I hunt you? What if I do? Will you hunt me?” Their conversation felt too much like a game of cat and mouse not to make her blood rush a little, adrenaline spiking a bit as it prepared for fight...flight...or anything else that might result of this. The question was...who was mouse and who was cat?

“If you like,” he said of a name. Names had power, after all. And he wouldn’t give his out to just anyone. Not in person at least. Not that his surname was his original - four centuries of life required adaptation, after all - but the fact remained that this woman was dangerous. Whether or not she was a threat to him remained to be seen. 

So Carrington didn’t miss the blip of tension that passed through her frame as he drew closer. Good. She was smart in recognizing that he was dangerous as well. The thought wasn’t arrogance on Carrington’s part, merely a fact of his existence. Her next response, however, was one he wasn’t quite as used to. Not many were quite so brazen, subtle as it was. “I’ve forgotten more secrets than most have ever learned.” Her breath was warm, and so was her skin; flushed and pink with the rush of her blood just beneath the surface. “Oh, I already know you don’t hunt my kind, darling.” His words were low and deliberate as he reached for a stray lock of her hair, letting it run gently between two of his fingers. “If you did, one of us wouldn’t be standing here.”

Nell’s mouth widened into a grin when he didn’t say no to her giving him a new name, evidently planning to run with this permission that she’d been granted. Nell gave him a slow once over in preparation for deciding whatever name she was going to bestow upon him before letting a little, musing hum pass her lips. “Perhaps...Chad?” Classically, only the worst of guys were ever named Chad, and she couldn’t help but tease him. 

Even though she’d been hunting for six years now, she couldn’t help that her body had a physiological response when faced with a predator, one she traditionally would be prey to. Most likely the caution was coded deep into her DNA, even if she knew she wasn’t nearly as simple and defenseless as most prey. “How edgy and dramatic of you,” she replied sarcastically, all too amused by his reply. “Does that mean you won’t share any with me?” But her eyes narrowed in the slightest before she said, “Someone’s cocky.” However, her words were more playful than not. “Maybe I’m just good at hiding it.” She held her breath for a moment as he touched her hair, looking up at him with something of a question in her eyes. Not one to be outdone, she reached up to place a hand on his shoulder as she tilted her head closer to speak. “That sounds like a fun game— seeing who ends up on top.”

Carrington let himself be looked over. He didn’t mind. The fact that she was still standing here interested him. She didn’t seem foolish - considering the tension from a few moments before, and the way she’d handled the creature in the ring - but perhaps it was all bravado. Things tended to change once the odds were no longer - hypothetically - even. He gave her a look that suggested just what he thought of the name she came up with, but didn’t speak on it further. If he decided to tell her who he was, he would give her the truth. The whole of it. 

Whether she was prepared for it or not… well, that was up to her. 

Just as it was up to her to continue to play this game they’d found themselves in. Which Carrington found it intriguing. Which meant he would have to see just how far she would allow him to push before he found the edge of her bravado. “Perhaps. But no less true.” As for sharing… Carrington hummed. “That depends on what you can give me in return. We both know secrets have a price.” When she called him cocky, Carrington almost laughed. Almost. But he did let out a huff of air that could potentially substitute for one. 

“Perhaps,” he said of her ability to hide her true nature. He let the strand of hair fall away as she placed a hand on his shoulder, and he grew very, very still. The suggestion in her voice wasn’t lost on Carrington, who was admittedly finding it a bit more difficult than usual to ignore the rush of blood beneath warm, flushed skin. It had been some time since he’d fed from a living person, but he had centuries of learning to control his base nature behind him. So he recalculated. Refocused. And changed tactics. 

It took but a moment’s thought and the hand she’d placed on his shoulder was twisted behind her back. Arm pulled taut and wrist - grasped firmly, but not painfully, in Carrington’s long fingers - pushed up between her shoulder-blades. Carrington now stood behind her as well, his other hand pressed purposefully over her sternum. Barring powers he didn’t know she possessed, the girl wasn’t going anywhere. 

He leaned down to speak quietly into her ear, and his thumb slipped pointedly over her pulsepoint. 

“I don’t play games.” 

Nell snickered a bit at his response to the name, though he didn’t seem to feel the need to comment further on that. At least he didn’t mind her poking a bit of fun at him. Still, she didn’t hesitate to reply when he asked about what she was willing to offer. “Well, what do you want? I can be pretty giving when I’m in the mood.” And that was the last of their playful banter before she realized he’d gone rather stiff after she’d touched him. In a move that was far too fast of him for the man to be human, she was now facing away from him, her arm against her back. The move seemed to have the opposite effect of doing away with her bravado, her eyes narrowing as her blood continue to rush in that delicious feeling of danger and anticipation that she constantly craved. In honesty, Penelope couldn’t remember the last time she’d truly been scared for her own life, and this didn’t change that. She lived for looking over that cliff, and not knowing what would happen when she jumped into foggy waters below— whether there were rocks to crash onto or not. That’s what made her feel alive in this otherwise monotonous world. After all— how did one know they were really alive if they weren’t constantly being reminded how fragile that life could be- how easily it could be taken away?

For a fleeting moment she was utterly still, just the rise and fall of her chest between them as she forced herself to think rather than act foolishly. At the same time, she couldn’t help but enjoy the edge she’d been pushed to, his hand against her pulse. But gone was her playful nature in the next moment, replaced by her instinct to fight and win, and the sheer amount of will that had kept her alive all these years.

In a moment, she’d bit into the side of her cheek, drawing blood that would work well enough when it came to trading a bit of power for magic. “Then you won’t mind if you lose this one,” she said before sending back a pulse of magic that wasn’t meant to be elegant, and more a show of power. It had flung a grown human man onto his ass before, though it was clear he wasn’t just a man. Still- it should be more than enough to force his fingers apart from her arm, and thrust him a couple steps backwards. In a moment she was whirling around, remarkably quick for simply being human, and wiping her thumb along the inside of her cut cheek. She raised the bloodied finger to her middle finger in a quick snap of them, and with the sound- another bit of magic burst forwards that was meant to lock his wrists together in invisible shackles. “If you wanted to play rough, you could have just asked,” she cooed as she stepped back into his personal space. 

Carrington knew the move would give him away. Not necessarily his vampirism, but the fact that he wasn’t human would become glaringly apparent. Though Carrington would bet she already knew that much. 

So he made his point, one hand at her throat, the other holding her arm with just enough pressure that a single twist of his wrist could snap the bone. Or tear her throat out. If he wanted her dead, she would already be dead. And considering her profession, Carrington also chanced that she knew that too. Which is why as he spoke, his words weren’t cruel, or threatening. They were short, but contained only simple fact. He didn’t play games. Not these kind at least. 

He felt her go quite still, like a deer staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck, wondering if it should flee or stay where it was. He was uncertain which she would choose. But then she did.

The scent of blood was followed a shock of magic that felt like a sledgehammer to his chest. Carrington grunted in pain as it knocked him back a step or two, but stayed on his feet. He pressed a hand to the ache over his sternum, eyes locked on the girl as he quickly recalculated his approach before she could-

Well, bugger. 

His wrists snapped together, and Carrington felt both the weight and unease that came with having an unwanted spell cast on his person. He pulled with all his strength, and his wrists seperated a fraction of an inch, but not far enough to break the spell. If that was even possible. But he was still far from helpless. This wasn’t the first time he’d been bound by magic, after all. 

So when she walked into his space again, Carrington merely observed her, tamping down on the thrill that came from a good sparring match. Though this one seemed short-lived. They were drawing a few eyes from those that had lingered after the last fight, so he didn’t retaliate. Not yet at least. He held up his bound wrists. “Impressive. Young casters are usually far less accurate with their spells.” 

He could smell the blood - sweet and full of magic - on her skin, and this close it made his throat tighten with a rush of hunger. “But this is hardly my idea of rough…” 

 Nell was certain he was underestimating her, but most people did. She supposed it was something of a plus when she got the jump on them because of it, most people and things not expecting someone like her to be able to take them out. Still- it was one of her biggest pet peeves in life, as her pride was perhaps her biggest sin when it came to things like this. Perhaps he’d thought she’d been frozen by shock, but it had been a combination of quelling her initial instinct to make her attempt to obliterate him with magic, and her deciding what would be a suitable response. Thus- she’d settled on this asserting move, but overall- less scarring one. 

She cocked her head to the side as she stayed close, watching him try to escape his shackles with a smug smirk on her lips. “Well it’s nice enough that you manage to get them apart even a little. So are we done trying to figure out if the other is going to kill us for the moment?” She considered him for a moment after his words about casters and magic. How would he know? “I’m not that young,” was the reflexive answer she gave whenever someone commented on her age. “Met many young spellcasters in your time, then?” Perhaps his words were true of some, but with the Vural magic line going back quite some ways, and having been trained from...well...as long as she could remember, it generally resulted in rather disciplined witches. And her magic had never been the reason she was the family disappointment, but rather...what she did or did not do with it. 

But there was something else in his eyes as she drew closer, and she leaned in to try and get a better look. “You look...like you want something.” Almost something of a hunger, perhaps? “Tell me, then— what kind of rough were you thinking?” she asked, slipping a bit back into the coy nature of their words before all this had happened. It was true that some were taking notice of their little spat, but thankfully for the most part, the patrons of The Ring weren’t exactly upstanding citizens, knowing better to get tangled in something that wasn’t their problem.

It was never easy to tell a caster’s strength by their outward appearance. Most  were secretive creatures, in Carrington’s experience. The ones that weren’t… well, those weren’t the sort of casters he wanted to tangle with. Even if such ‘entanglements’ had quite often been of a much more pleasurable nature than his current state. 

“Just testing the boundaries,” he said of being able to separate his wrists. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, but he wasn’t going to brag about it either. “And I suppose we are. For the moment.” What was the point anyway? Neither had any reason to kill the other. Carrington hated Slayers and Hunters with every fiber of his being, and bounty hunters ran a close second. Though he knew when to pick his battles. Slayers deserved death no matter what. So did most Hunters. They were programmed and trained to kill first and ask questions later. But the girl hadn’t tried to harm him, and even now, in the grip of her magic, he didn’t feel an overwhelming sense of danger. 

“Young enough that you still show off,” he commented, though not unkindly. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it could be troublesome. “And yes, I have. Enough to know that bravado will only get you so far. And then you end up burned at the stake. Or hung. Or drowned. Take your pick.” He looked her over again, as if sizing her up from a different perspective. “Let me guess... family legacy going back generations? Mommy and Daddy wanted you to be something you’re not. So you turned to monster hunting and cage fighting to piss them off?” He was just speculating based on the impression he got from her. She was well within her rights to tell him to piss off. 

As she stepped closer, looking him in the eye and blatantly asking what it was he had in mind, Carrington found himself wondering if he should take a step back, before this went too far. The problem was, defining ‘too far’ had never been his strong suit, despite his age and experience. Not when he was of a mind that he wanted something. 

“The kind that requires the use of my hands,” he murmured, running his tongue along the back of his teeth. “Among other things. And somewhere with a much smaller audience.” 

They were done for the moment, he said. He was awfully dramatic, wasn’t he? Perhaps he’d do well in the theatre life, out on a stage somewhere. Of course...what did that say about Nell? After all she’d done theatre all throughout most of her youth and onwards. Her arms crossed as he commented on her abilities, head cocked to the side as she decided exactly how to answer his increasingly arrogant words. “Not showing off. But if it helps your pride to tell yourself that, feel free to be my guest.” The words had something of a teasing tone to them, even if the first bit of it was true. The magical pulse had been more of a warning than anything else, something to let him know that she wouldn’t go down easy, or possibly at all if he ever decided to actually try her. 

“You’re arrogant.” It wasn’t a question. “And that’s just as likely to get you killed as bravado would me to get me killed. Not that I plan on dying. As if any of those silly things would be the end of me, anyway.” She waited for a moment, not sure what he was doing as he looked her over, but it became clear as he spoke again, and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, though her grin also came with it, baring her teeth. “Very cute little summary there. But I don’t come to the Ring because it pisses them off. I come because I like the blood.” Not that his inaccuracy made him sound like anything less of a prick. But she waited for a moment, stepping the closest she had yet as he showed his hand, and a smirk pulled over her lips, her hand reaching forward to tease a little pattern over his chest as she looked up at him with innocent, but promising eyes. “And what would  you do with those hands if I gave you them back?” she asked in her lowered and silky tone. “Among other things.”

“My pride has nothing to do with it. But alright. I’ll take you at your word.” Perhaps she was bluffing. Perhaps not. Either way, Carrington had gotten a sense of her magic, and she had managed to somewhat incapacitate him. That, along with her apparent lack of fear, intrigued him. More than he would admit. But he wasn’t born yesterday. He wouldn’t let curiosity get him killed. But he would test the waters a bit. 

“So I’ve been told,” he smirked as she called him arrogant. “Or maybe that’s simply how I want to come across. Arrogant. Foolish. Distracted.” He was truly neither of those things. Not often at least. Because she was right. Arrogance, just like bravado, would sooner get you killed than stepping in front of a speeding train. “And I’d certainly hope not. You seem the blaze of glory type anyway.” He tilted his head slightly as she commented on his quick and very assumptive rundown of her life. Though again, her answer intrigued him. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Seems we have something else in common.” Though it was a very different kind of blood he was interested in. 

Carrington stayed where he was as she stepped close again. Only his eyes moved to watch her draw something across his chest. There was no magic there, or he would have stopped her before she could make the first movement across his person. His smirk darkened, but not in a threatening way. Much like her own, the look was one of promise. His own hands - still bound together - raised slowly. His fingers curled lightly around her wrist, loose enough that she could pull away if she wanted. He brought her hand close to his face, and turned his head slightly, letting his nose brush along the pulse point in her wrist. Her blood was warm and sweet just beneath the skin, but he went no further. 

“Things that would make you blush if I said them out loud…” He gently released her wrist. “But things we both enjoy.” 

“Eager for my death, then? Excited to see just what sort of ‘blaze of glory’ I’ll go out in?” Nell didn’t particularly like him. That much she had gathered in this short time of knowing him. She’d been thinking to tease him, to leave him here embarrassed and wanting and still shackled in his handcuffs after he’s seen fit to be a prick about her background, nearly mocking her with his words. And yet— she didn’t have to like him to enjoy him, did she? Perhaps her pride was saying that she shouldn’t give a somewhat insufferable man such as him the time of day, let alone the pleasure of her company, but then again...it’d been such a long week. Between everything that had been happening in her life, she was desperately needing to blow off steam. Such had been part of the reason she’d fought in the first place tonight, but she was still feeling restless. And then- enter the man before her. Even though he was annoying, there was at least some sort of physical chemistry there, something that did promise a bit of fun if she went along with these efforts to continue this in a more private place as he’d suggested.

Whatever. Fuck it. She’d made worse decisions than sleeping with this man, she was certain of it. She let him have her wrist, not minding the way his teasing of her pulse point sent a shiver down her spine. “I don’t blush easily,” she retorted in her measured voice. “But you’re welcome to try.” It was as close to permission as he’d get with her at the moment. “There’s plenty of empty rooms around here for us to...enjoy ourselves.” With that she released him from the magical handcuffs, knowing she’d want to feel his hands and not just look at them. 

“Hardly. Unlike some of my kind, I don’t relish seeing the life drain from someone’s eyes. It’s a waste.” Unless you were a Slayer, or a Hunter that preyed on the innocent. Even then, Carrington rarely found pleasure in killing, only in the knowledge of lives saved in the process. Perhaps she had a chip on her shoulder when it came to some things, but didn’t everyone? Carrington certainly did. But he was fairly good at hiding his. As he was most things, other than his usually unlikeable and acerbic personality.  Though he’d been playing the long game for so many centuries, sometimes even Carrington didn’t know who he truly was. Or which side of his personality was the real him. He supposed it didn’t matter. He didn’t need people to like him. 

This woman he was uncertain of. ‘Like’ would be a broad stretch. But her utter lack of fear - of him and the monsters she slayed - was absolutely compelling. Most people had at least some small amount in them, around the edges at least. This one… she didn’t. And something told Carrington that it wasn’t born from foolishness or bravado. 

So no, they didn’t have to like each other one bit. They could still enjoy what the other had to offer. The fact that she didn’t pull away, or send another wave of magic his way told Carrington that she was possibly considering the same thing. 

“I enjoy a challenge,” Carrington said quietly, eyes dark with a growing hunger that made his throat and belly ache in unison. “And yes… there are.” With the subtlest of tugs on her wrist, he took a few steps backwards, holding her gaze as he moved towards a darkened corridor and one of the rooms she spoke of. It was dimly lit, but Carrington didn’t mind as they found themselves alone. He turned, no longer mindful of keeping any distance between them, and braced both arms on the closed door, one on either side of her as he leaned in, tracing his nose along her neck. Carrington let his fangs slip free. 

Her blood was so close… but so was her magic. Her rage. But this did nothing to deter the vampire. “Can I tell you something? Knowing you can hurt me… part of me wants to make you.” One hand slipped featherlight down her arm to dance along her waist. 

 Sharp teeth brushed her skin in the smallest of sensations. “Another part wants to see if you’ll do it on your own…” 

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WK 7 & 25 LBS DOWN!!🏃🏽‍♀️💨💦 18 INCHES OFF MY ENTIRE BODY!! 👙 BACK FAT ALMOST GONE!!! And by the pics, the more I LOOSE, 👀 the LESS I wear 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 . . These past 2 weeks were by far the HARDEST!!! It was so difficult to stay focused while the whole world 🌍 was rightfully protesting for justice George Floyd and for Black Life Matters!! ✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿 And yet somehow I draaaaaaagged myself to my treadmill and beat out all of my frustrations on 5 mile runs every day for the past 14 days!🏃🏽‍♀️💦💦💦💦💦💦 So I was so HAPPY to see that my back fat/back rolls are almost gone. 🤩🏆🥇 For the first time in ages I no longer feel my back jiggle and the fat has come off by my bra strap and my arms.🎉🎉🎉🎉 Now I’m in a funny place, b’cos all my bras a big and the cups seem huge to me now!!! 😂🤣 So next week I have no choice but to get new bras and panties too for that matter. 👙👙👙👙👙 I set out to loose 40lbs and I’ve lost 25lbs with only 15lbs to go but the struggle is real as it’s getting harder with every single pound I loose, but I’ve come too fat to stop now! 🛑 ✋🏽 I’ve also developed a soar right foot/anckle🦶 so I’m challenged but the show must go on!!! 🤣🤣 Keep going my fellow Fitness fam and I’ll check in with u all next week! 💋🏃🏽‍♀️💦 . . . Hips - Started at 48. I’m now 41 & 1/2 inches. ✨ Waist - Started at 38. I’m now 30 & 1/2inches.✨ Bust - Started at 44. I’m now 38 inches. I’ve LOST an EXTRA 2 more inches this week and I’m feeling really proud of myself!!! Razor sharp focus is HARD!!! . A HUGE thank you to my wonderful, patient, caring and amazing husband & friend @oledesaluvold for all of the SUPPORT!!!!! I honestly couldn’t have done this without you. 👋😃💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 . . Sending you all of my love and THANK YOU for the constant love, positivity and support! 🏃🏽‍♀️💦💦💦💦💦💦💦 #fdvfitness2020 #fdvfitness 🏃🏽‍♀️💪🏽🏋🏾‍♂️ . Sports bra is from @marksandspencer @marksandspencerfashionpr . . . #fitnessmotivation #fitness #fitnessjourney #fitnessmom #fumidesaluvold #workout #workoutathome #healthylifestyle #healthyfood #youtuber #vlogger #fitfam #fitspo #mothers #wife #brand #influencer #youtuber #ripgeorgefloyd (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBOO3bBg8BC/?igshid=125a5n95yodgu

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Windman 3 Sizes Wide Rolled Hem

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Windman 3 Sizes Wide Rolled Hem

WINDMAN 3Pcs Wide Rolled Hem Presser Feet Kit

Package Include: 1/2inch hemmer foot (13mm wide rolled hems) 3/4inch hemmer foot (19mm wide rolled hems) 1inch hemmer foot (25mm wide rolled hems) Overall size: (L)X(W) 4.8X4.3cm /1.89X1.69inch

How to Use Wide Hem Foot Kit 1.Please loosen the screw of the presser foot before your installion 2.Insert the fabric into guide groove of presser foot,Slide around the guide groove of the presser foot to adjust the appropriate position for the width of fabric 3.Tighten the screws and draw the fabric to the back of guide slot 4.Attach the presser foot with fabric equipped to your sewing machine,Start your sewing machine up, and you need to pull the end of the fabric outward during the operation of the sewing machine, that this operation can be kept running

EASY TO USE-The shape of the rolls in these hem feet make it very easy to fold the hem and they do grab the fabric very well so it isn’t a pain to keep it lined up,when we hem some thicker fabrics or some more normal hems,instead of the narrow hem foot,we have a half inch , a 3/4 inch and a 1 inch wide hem foot,for example if you wanna hem a cotton skirt,you can choose the half inch hem foot MEASURE YOUR SHANK-If you wanna confirm whether your sewing machine has low shank system,just find the thumb screw that holds the foot on the machine and measure the distance from the center of screw to the sewing board,low shank has a 1/2″ measurement,SO LET’S START HEMMING with this wide hem feet kit and sewing will be just fine FITS LOW SHANK-These Wide hem foot suitable for most of household low shank snap-on sewing machines such as Brother, Singer, Baby Lock, Janome, etc and widely used in kinds of hemming projects of fabrics,the screw makes the hemming foot adjustable to your hemming positions CUSTOMER SERVICE-If you have problems during usage, just feel free to contact us, Windman assures you 100% satisfaction,if you have special skills during sewing or hemming projects, you can share yours through our product page with pictures, it will be a great help to our customers to handle the hem foot

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