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5 Amazing Role of Ice Cream Cone Sleeves

[misayani]

fluff with se-mi? :3

CHERRY-SH MY LOVE ! — SE-MI (PLAYER 380)

◜ pairing ... se-mi / player 380 x  fem reader

◜eversince you started working at Ice Creampies, the famous ice cream parlor downtown, you've seen the same woman everyday. you started to get concerned about her health, won't eating ice cream everyday give you diabetes? 

𔗨 author's note — this is my best attempt in writing something sweet, enjoy ! <3 [lowercase intended]

— fluff 

the first time you saw her was on the second day of your work, july 4th. your lips form into a polite smile as you greeted the woman. you observed her, seeing her wonderful taste in fashion. she wore a black leather jacket with a black tee underneath and some slightly large pants. you also noticed the amount of rings she had on each hand, the black choker around her neck, and of course, the piercings on her pretty face.

she looks similar to that one anime chick. you thought. nana something- osaku? osaki? osaka?

"hi. i would like to get cherry ice cream on a medium sized co—" she cut herself off as she finally locked eyes with you. she probably didn't even hear you greet her earlier since she was too busy patting her pockets.

"hi."

you blinked at her, "hi." you smiled before she opens her mouth and then closes it again. you saw her glance at your name tag then letting out a small cough.

"new here?" 

you pause before answering, "yeah." you thought that maybe she was a regular customer, considering how she caught on to the fact you were a new worker.

"right. um, cherry ice cream on a medium sized cone please." she nods to you as she hands the exact amount for the ice cream before you could even serve it to her— okay maybe i'm right, regular customer. you took the payment from her before you excused yourself to serve her the ice cream.

who in their right minds would be willing to swallow cherry ice cream. eugh. 

you scrunch your face up as you scoop out the cold cream, not being a big fan of cherries. holding the finished scooped ice cream, you walk back to the counter and see the rather attractive woman waiting patiently— elbows rested slightly on the counter with the both of her palms supporting her face.

she notices you come back and you handed her ice cream with a side note of 'enjoy. have a nice day.' she simply nods to acknowldge you before glancing at you one last time, and then walking out the ice cream parlor.

second time she walked in was july 5th. this time, actually greeting you back with a small smile. she ordered the same thing, cherry ice cream, and handed you the payment. minutes later, you came back with her ice cream, keeping it away from you as possible. you couldn't stand the smell of cherry.

your heart flutters as the woman chuckles— "hell, why do you look so disgusted with it" 

you pressed your lips together as you handed her the ice cream, "just not a big fan of cherries."

"why not?"

"they make me dizzy. i mean- the smell at least."

"cherries make you dizzy?" she raises her eyebrows at you while she licks her ice cream. you check her out, today she's wearing a simple long sleeved white polo, with the sleeves cuffed up to her elbows and two buttons undone and some casual denim pants.

"done checking me out?" you snap your gaze back to hers. her lips formed into a smug smile as she licks her lips. 

"wasn't checking you out." you retort. she just chuckles as if she doesn't believe you and started to head to the exit.

she pauses, before turning to the counter, "i didn't mind. thank you for this." she says as she waves the slightly melting ice cream in her hand and then she walks out the parlor, leaving you behind the counter face palming out of embarrassment.

following days passed with her walking in the store and buying the same thing everytime, not noticing the glances and the flirty smiles she was giving you. sometimes she'd tell you some flirty remarks and then always quick to leave the store after.

"you have a boyfriend?" it was your 6th time serving her ice cream. your face heats up at the sudden question as she stares at you waiting for an answer.

soon enough, you'd come up with something a bit bolder than usual. 

"why? wanted to ask me out?" the words slipped from your mouth confidently. her eyes twinkle in amusement as she grins,

"maybe." 

butterflies swarm in your stomach as you feel blood rush to your cheeks. your lips part, hesitating for a moment, before telling her: "i'm not interested in men. so, no." 

she bites her lower lip, a grin threatening to form on her face. you notice her cheeks turn into a light shade of pink before she grabs something from her back pocket then handing it to you. she bites down on her melting ice cream in anticipation, observing your face for any reactions.

it's a folded paper. confused, you accepted it and unfolded the small piece of paper. a smile spreads across your face as you see what's inside: her number and a 'call me sometime;)' written messily under. 

you look up to her, who was staring at you with hopeful eyes. you shoot her a warm smile, nodding before tucking away the note in your jean's pocket. 

"i will." the both of you were staring at each other before her lips finally form into a smile and you couldn't help but giggle like a high-schooler who just got asked out. 

"okay, sometime." she nods while smiling, "sometime." you agree as she makes her way to the exit. "oh your ice cream is melting!" you exclaim, seeing the cherry liquid drip down her fingers. she looks at her hand, surprising herself as if she didn't even noticed— "oh shit, yeah. it's fine, i'll handle it." 

she glances at you one last time before saying, "thank you for this." and then walks out the store leaving you with a more-than-happy feeling inside you.

a few days passed and every single one of them was her visiting the store. she finally told you her name, se-mi—which was funny, her number came first before she even introduced herself to you. but nonetheless, you both started texting each other days ago, either continuing the unfinished conversation from the store earlier or just her being talkative and you rolling your eyes at her antics and smiling dumbly at your phone screen.

july 19th, 18:00. it was the end of your shift, finally, you thought. you greet your co workers goodbye as you walk out the store with an excited expression. 

se-mi had asked to take you out on a date once your shift ended. here you are: wearing a casual dress that ended just above your knees, which you wore throughout your shift, walking down the steps before you were met with se-mi patiently waiting and leaning back on her motorcycle.

good god, how can this woman be more attractive? 

she notices you walking closer towards her as her lips immediately form into a smile. 

"hi." she softly greets

you smile, "hi." you shyly say as you finally reach her. she carefully hands you a helmet as you laugh, taking it from her. she shots you a confused look, "how many girls you asked out before have worn this helmet?" you say while chuckling.

she looks at you as if she was offended before she rolls her eyes playfully, "i just bought that yesterday. and no else will use it but you and only you." she remarks.

you smile, "i'm kidding babe, where are we off to anyways?" you say, wearing the helmet which by the way, smelled amazing. 

she suddenly coughs, you notice the tips of her ears turning pink. she distracts herself, grabbing something from the tote bag she brought. "it- it won't be a secret anymore if i tell you." she cleared her throat before handing a blanket to you.

"wrap that around your waist." 

aw. she cared enough to bring a cover for your dress. 

she hops on her motorcycle before slightly tilting it sidewards so you'd get on easier. she waits as you finish wrapping the blanket around your waist before you hopped on.

"hold on tight, i'm gonna go fast." she warns before the two of you ride off to the night, the wind rushing past and the city lights blurring into streaks of color.

that night, she took you stargazing. the comfortable blanket on the grass, the both of you seated, and two tubs of ice cream for the both of you— cherry flavored for her, and strawberry for you. still, you didn't let her pass, you told se-mi about how you absolutely despised cherries as her laugh surrounds the both of you and into the peaceful surrounding.

<3

@misayani

[sweetimpurity]

c.w.: very smutty, ice cream and sex

The hot sun beats down on your hometown. It’s finally summer and you’re ready for the beach, freedom and romance. You and Miguel have been together since you were both 15. Growing up together, going to school, falling in love and staying in it until now. 18 years old, the two of you. You can’t wait to spend every day with him this summer, and you really can’t wait for those hot summer nights. 

The only thing that gets in the way is summer jobs. If only you two were 10 again and you could spend every minute wasting the day away in the kiddie pool. But now at 18, there are other, better things you two can get up to. 

This summer you’re working at your Dad’s store in town and Miguel is logging in his 3rd consecutive year at Sunny Scoops ice cream. A cute little place by the boardwalk with really good waffle cones and the cutest boy in town behind the register! 

There, Miguel works all day, sweating and smiling, handing out ice cream to little kids, the elderly, families, anyone who’s having a beach day. And any girls who ask for his number, he just tells them to text you and ask for it. That usually prevents them from ever asking again. 

He’s grown muscle over the past three years and ultimately you just had to help him cut the sleeves off his work t-shirt. Complaining about the ‘fit not being right’ on the bigger sizes. 

The uniform he used to wear when he was 15 was pretty horrendous. Pink and blue striped and that goofy ice cream cone hat. Then he turned 16… 17… now 18 and wowza. You’ve watched him grow into a man. Now his arms are showing, his muscles from scooping rock solid ice cream all day long. Toned and extra tan from the summer sun. A bandana wrapped messily in his dark curls to keep the sweat off his forehead. Sometimes you’ll sit there with ice cream melting down your hand and between your fingers because you’re just staring at him moving around behind the little counter and through the little shop. Smiling handsomely to customers, his muscles flexing when he’s scooping the frozen treat, catching his eye and his smile when he sees you watching him. Flustered and flushed pink when he comes back over to talk to you, licking the drips off your knuckles. 

“Your ice cream is melting, baby…” He would coo. Licking his lips of the sweet chocolate melt. “You’re really hot.” You’d sigh, completely in a daze. 

You’re finally done with work now, letting your Dad know you’re leaving for the night. A plan in mind. A need for something sweet. Not just ice cream tonight.  Leaving your Dad’s store at 9:30pm and Sunny Scoops closes at 10. You get in your car, letting the summer night breeze blow in through the windows. The cool down finally here as the sun is set. The night is still warm and sticky but not as blazingly hot as before.

…

“Here you go… have a good night.” You hear his voice as you’re walking up to the window. Watching a little boy and his mother walking away happily with huge ice cream cones in hand. And would you look at that… you’re next in line.

“Hey, gorgeous…” He smiles seeing you, leaning his elbows on the counter and watching you approach the window. “Hey!” You chirp, smiling up at him. “Busy day?” You ask, admiring his tip jar full to the brim. “Yeah, busy but good.” He nods, grabbing a waffle cone and moving around behind the counter. You peer over the edge to look inside. Watching him at the soft serve machine. He knows you so well of course. “Chocolate vanilla twist for the pretty lady…” He announces and hands you a tall swirl of ice cream.

“Come around back, I’m just closing up.” He nods and you take your ice cream, moving to the back of the teeny building to the back door. Walking inside. Like you do most days you come to see him. Miguel slides the window closed, locking it and pulling the wooden panel over to block the window. Locking the place up. 

You hop up to sit on top of the big box freezer, licking the swirl of ice cream in your hand and watching him move some stuff around and close up.

“You wanna go to the beach tomorrow?” You ask, looking over at him with those eyes that make him weak. His eyes watching your pink tongue lick up your ice cream. “Sure.” He answers just softly. Focusing on doing his job before he loses all control. Not just yet. You smile and kick your legs softly. He walks past with a box, grabbing your ankle as you kick your foot up, giving you a look and letting his fingers run up your calf, bringing a smile to your lips, walking away as he finishes clearing the place up, taking the box to the shelves in the back. Coming back after a minute or two. 

“Hey.” He hums, stopping in front of you, a sly sort of smirk on his face. “Hey.” You respond, just as softly, your ice cream only beginning to melt. “You’re so pretty…” He hums as if he hasn’t told you a million times before, making you smile and he steps closer, between your knees. His fingers teasing the sides of your thighs. “Preciosa chica…” He whispers, looking in your eyes and licking the drips off the back of your ice cream cone. Like he always does. Licking all the way to the top of the swirl and then his lips are on yours. His lips moving against yours, his tongue parting your lips. His tongue tasting of chocolate swirl and his lips sugary slippery sweet. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hand going to cup the back of your head, ice cream smashed and mixed between your two tongues. So sweet. Until he’s pulling back, both of you with a slurp. 

You giggle softly, feeling sticky sugar all over your lips. “You want more?” You laugh, raising a brow at him and he grins. You tilt the cone towards his lips. “It’s yours, baby… I wanna see you eat it.” He replies. 

His hands move up under your shirt, tickling your sides as he pulls you closer, sliding you across the freezer top. You smile, bringing the swirl to your lips and licking the melting ice cream, sucking gently and enjoying it, all while staring in his eyes. His hands move under the fabric, fingers moving up your ribcage, your diaphragm, to your breasts. 

“No bra, mami?” He laughs, fingers exploring and kneading the plush of your tits. Staring in your eyes as he does it. “Took it off in the car…” You smile so innocently. He grows harder at the thought. That you took off your bra on the way over here. Like you wanted this to happen, you wanted him. Watching you gasp among the ice cream in your mouth, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index fingers. Massaging gently under your shirt. He leans forward, placing three deep kisses to your throat before pulling back again, his fingers grasping the hem of your t-shirt. 

“Can I take this off?” He asks and you nod, mouth full of ice cream. He pushes your shirt up and off, the neon lights of the shop reflecting off your skin, off your breasts, making his mouth water. His arm anchors around your lower back, lips latching onto your breast, licking and sucking and squeezing the other in his hand. “Mmm- miguel…” You sigh, sensitized from his caress. He slurps and smooches your soft skin, the naughty noises filling the small space. The hum of the many fridges and freezers a soothing harmony with your soft moans and the sticky sucking of his lips.  

He pulls back, kissing you a few times, tasting that sweetness on your lips. Keeping one arm around your back and your eyes widened in surprise watching him dip his fingers into the mountain of ice cream in your hand. Picking up dollaps of cold chocolate swirl on his fingers and smearing it over your nipples. Eliciting a sharp gasp from your throat as he does it. Looking down at your chest. He does the same with both sides. “You like that?” Grinning the whole time, holding you tight as you squirm. Freezing coldness hardening the buds until his warm lips come back down to suck the ice cream off. A shuddering and trembling moan leaving you at the feeling. Your free hand going to his hair, tangling in the dark curls. Pulling the bandana off of his head and watching his summer curls bounce free. “Ohhh- Miguel- '' You moan sweetly and he groans against your chest, your sticky sugary nipples sucked and kissed over and over until it's all gone. 

“So sweet baby…” He pants, pulling his shirt off, coming back up to kiss your lips and holding your flushed cheeks in his hands. “Mmm..” You whine, kissing him back hungrily, deeper, your free hand running up his toned abdomen to his chest, a map of his body already ingrained in your brain after all these years, then wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, the ice cream dripping down your knuckles and onto his bare back, making goosebumps on his skin, his big hands running down your back and to your waist. “I don’t have a condom, baby…” He pants against your lips, his fingers in your hair; the words making your tummy flip in butterflies, knowing he wants you; he’s going to be inside. He pulls back for air, desperate to have you as he’s had you many times before.

“I do.” You pant for air, reaching blindly in your back pocket for the one condom you brought. “You really came here just to get fucked, didn’t you?” He laughs and smiles, taking the small foil packet into his sticky fingers. “I came here to see my love…” You hum, tilting your head at him. Not very convincing. His brow cocks in suspicion. “Fine. I came here to get fucked by my love.” You finally admit and the two of you can’t help the giggles. 

Outside the small ice cream shop, cars drive by, peepers peep and crickets chirp. The temperatures go down as the night goes on, but inside the little parlor, things are heating up. 

“Tell me where baby… tell me…” He whispers in your ear, knuckles deep in your heat and you’re barely able to hang onto him. One hand still occupied by the dripping melting ice cream cone. “Right there! Oh right th-there!” You squeal, his thumb moving expertly on your clit and his fingers flicking and curling deep inside. “Oh my god…” You whine, back arching and leaning back so far you almost fall back off the freezer. “Hey… hey… there you go…” He coos, holding you and helping you lay on your back. Limited on space but you make do. His fingers pumping generously into your needy pussy. 

His bottoms are long gone but he takes the condom foil between his teeth, ripping it open carefully. “C’mon baby…” He pants. Taking your free hand and pulling it down to his dick. Guiding you to roll the condom onto his length. Shuddering and groaning feeling the lubed rubber and your soft warm hand pushing it down on him. All while his fingers still curl up against your g spot and you’re on the cusp of coming already. For a few moments, he thrusts into your hand around him. Relishing that pleasure until it’s not enough. 

“Ready, sweet girl?” He steps forward, pulling your hips down to meet him at the edge of the freezer. “Mi corazón…” He whispers, a hand running flat over your tummy. “Mmm… yes please…” You whisper. And when he gets that confirmation, there’s no stopping his gummy tip from kissing your clit, pushing through your slick before slipping down and inside. Like the two of you were made for this. He was made to be with you in this way. You were created to be in love. 

“Haahh…. Baby…” He sighs and shudders, easing himself in with small pulsing thrusts to stretch you out nicely for him. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious girl. Soon he’s pressed to the hilt and your back is arching from that alone. Your trembling legs latching around his waist as he starts his rhythm. Skin slapping skin in the sickly slip of sticky slick. 

Moaning loud and free, the both of you, at the feeling. The feeling of being so full, so filled to the brim. Of love. Of him. The ice cream cone nearly falls out of your hand, your brain unable to think of anything but the pleasure between your legs. One leg wrapped around his hip and the other held in his arm, your knee draped over and his big hand wrapped around your thigh. Keeping you open for him; spread. Pumping into you steady and deep. His heavy eyes watching your face to see how much you love it. His hand on your thigh finds your free hand, lacing his fingers with yours. Panting and focusing. On getting you there. On making you feel the best he possibly can. 

You’re delirious, hazy, a mess of moans and a buzzing burning ache for him. 

“Baby baby-” He grabs your wrist when the ice cream almost slips entirely, holding your wrist and making it stay upright so he doesn’t have to mop the floors. Smiling when he sees your fucked out face. Easing the cone out of your hand so he can hold it. So that it doesn’t splatter on the floor. Letting your hand fall, fingers gripping and clenching around nothing. His thrusts are so deep, so giving, and he’s hitting every little spot that has you melting. 

“That’s it, baby…” He encourages you, trying to bring you that sweet release. “So good Mig…so so sooo…” You whine, on the very edge of bliss. Miguel watches, breathing so fast and heavy. His eyes trail down your face to your soft, marked neck, to your shoulders, your tits, sternum, stomach. Until it’s almost involuntary, he dumps the cold, melting, dripping ice cream cone on your soft tummy. Pulling a high pitched squeal and gasp from your lips, the cold like the spark in a chain reaction, back arching as he drags the freezing smushed chocolate swirl up to your sternum. Your orgasm hits you before another second can think to pass. Your skin shining in melty vanilla and chocolate swirl. The cold making you clench around him. 

Screaming in ecstasy and squeezing him so tight he's doubling over and groaning at the pressure. Thrusts become impossible and all he can do is spurt deep and hot. Filling the condom with a groan and feeling you fluttering around him. He licks a stripe up your sternum, slurping ice cream from your skin. Pressing messy kisses to your chest and his face just drips with the melted sugary substance. Drops and dribbles rolling down your sides as you gush on his dick. Trembling, shaking, coming down from what might be the strongest climax you’ve ever experienced. 

“Oh baby… hah… that was amazing…” He pants, his voice wavering, leaning over you, kissing your cheeks, your neck, your lips. “I love, love you… hah…” He huffs, looking over your face to make sure you’re okay. “Mmm… I love you” You sigh, a blissed out smile on your face. He smiles seeing you’re happy and you’re feeling good; because that’s all he’s ever wanted. And all he’ll ever want.

[fyodior]

short oda blurb cuz i've been hurting recently </3 btw i mention putting rocks on graves, that's a jewish tradition for showing respect and that someone has visited ♡♡ divider by @/benkeibear

Ding, ding, ding! Wake up sleepyhead!

The goofy custom ringtone he recorded for you that usually made you smile had you swallowing thickly this morning, hands shaking as you fumbled to turn it off as quickly as possible. 

Underwear on, one leg in pants, then the other. Slide both arms through your shirt sleeves, then pull it over your head. Brush your teeth, pull back your hair, swipe on what little amount of makeup you can manage as your coffee brews. Routine and redundancy makes things easier, especially when everything feels out of control.

You have a rule of keeping at least one picture of him in every room of your house, and in the bathroom you keep an old Polaroid of him offering a lopsided smile to the shaky camera as he offers it an ice cream cone. If only pictures could capture sounds, this one would’ve played a loop of you cackling behind the camera as the man tried his best to pose for your picture - he was somehow the least photogenic and most photogenic person you ever knew. Every picture of him was more strikingly handsome than the last, but he couldn’t pose worth a shit.

Today you picked up the yellowing Polaroid from where it was tucked into the corner of the mirror and gave it a watery smile, making a mental list of every last thing you’d give up just to hear his laugh one more time. To hear even one second of it. To see just a flash of that smile, to hear his voice say your name. Just once. You’d give up the world. You’d go broke, blind, lose your job, and lose your house. For one more second of him. If it meant subsequently giving up your life, too, you’d do it - because maybe then, you’d get to be with him again. 

It’s a hot day as you walk down the street, your fingers swelling just a bit, but nothing and no one could pry that silver ring off your finger even if they threatened your life for it. You could stand some discomfort for the day. There was no engagement behind the ring, but it had no less meaning. Not when Dazai revealed to you that he had skipped lunch with him and the boys for weeks in order to save up for it. Not when it had two tiny stones sat next to each other, both of your birthstones embedded deep into the silver.

The tinkle of the bell as you open the door to the florist startles you - sudden and loud noises tend to do that these days. You pretend to peruse the different bouquets, all displaying different arrangements of beautiful flowers, so as not to seem strange for jumping right on the one you already knew you wanted. He would’ve just laughed at you, telling you you were too nervous about what people thought of you. The shitty part was that that part of you, that anxiety had begun to fade when you were with him. What people thought of you never mattered when he was by your side, and you always knew what he thought about you. He never failed to make you remember that, in his eyes, you hung the moon, the stars, mercury, venus, and everything in between and beyond. But now that he was gone, all of that fear came back. 

When you finally decided it seemed like an appropriate amount of time examining flowers, you finally picked up the bouquet of your shared favorite flowers.

“Are these for your boyfriend?” the well-meaning florist says from behind the counter as she rings you up.

“Yes, they are,” you nod, smiling sweetly. “I’m actually on my way to see him right now.”

“Well, make sure to let him know he has a wonderful partner for caring enough to bring him flowers. I hope you two have a wonderful day together.”

“We will,” you chuckle.

The gentle breeze tousles your hair as you follow the cobblestone path to your destination, bouquet of flowers in one arm, and your latest read in the other. You liked to keep up somewhat of a book club with him, reading a few chapters aloud for him every time you visited. 

Normally you had a bit of a routine every time you visited, brushing the accumulated dirt and grime off his name and replacing the rocks that had fallen off the top of the stone, but you didn’t quite have the energy for that today. Instead, you just laid the flowers in front of him, before sitting down on the ground.

“Today officially marks it, Saku. I’ve now… had to remember you for longer than I’ve known you.” Tears spring into your eyes once you finally admit it out loud, not quite realizing the gravity of it until the words took shape. “And to be honest, babe? I’m kinda fuckin’ tired of it,” you laugh, wiping your eyes. “I don’t want to have to remember you anymore. Remembering hurts like a bitch. I want you back more than I want to take my next breath. Doesn’t that suck?”  

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Hello? It’s snowing outside and it made me wonder does Spellbound Katniss and Prim do Christmas? They doesn’t have to because they are not religious and doesn’t let anyone in they house so no need to pretend…

It's snowing where you are? Gah. It was 80 degrees (Fahrenheit) where I live two days ago. It's still warm enough for short sleeves. What is this discussion of Christmas already???? Granted, I am currently freezing my nose and fingers off whilst sitting at an ice arena, watching my son's third hockey practice of this long ass week, but also the Gulf of Mexico is a twenty minute drive to the south of this arena lol. I love hearing about the weather wherever my followers are.

So, to answer your question, the thing is... a lot of people in the USA celebrate Christmas even if they're not religious. The secular version of the holiday is more about spending time with loved ones and exchanging gifts than it is about anything Jesus and religion and church related, so it wouldn't take much for Katniss and Prim to blend in, in this regard. In general though, Spellbound Katniss and Prim would observe something similar to pagan holidays and traditions, where the sun cycle (solstices and equinoxes) and the moon cycles take center stage. And a holiday like Samhain/Halloween would also be a large part of their lives.

But in terms of Christmas, the pagan traditions of Yule and similar holidays would've been incorporated into their modern witchcraft practices. Also, to point out the elephant in the room, since a lot of pagan customs and traditions are alive and well within Christian holidays (gotta make the new religion palatable, so rulers tended to keep or borrow a lot from other religions), they wouldn't even stand out that much for this one. The decorated tree, the celebration of the hearth and home, even the mistletoe can be traced back to non-Christian and pre-Christian traditions.

So I see Spellbound Katniss and Prim having a decorated tree in their house, with homemade ornaments representing the stars, the sun and the moon, or derived from a celebration of nature. Think decorated pine cones and intricate feathered ornaments. Preserved flowers and leaves, that sort of thing. They'd bedeck their home in fragrant greenery and candles, have a quiet gift exchange between the two of them, enjoy a good feast and warm drinks like spiced cider and hot chocolate. They'd probably have a bonfire in their back yard and sing, maybe cast a few spells for the new year, enjoy the stars in the cold winter night, that sort of thing.

At least that's what they'd be doing before Peeta walks into their lives and they form their coven. ;) Then some adjustments might be made.

Thanks for the ask!

<3 kdnfb

[allthewriteplaces]

A Magnolia In May - Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Summary: The kids get some ice cream and Thomas gives a quick update on the health of his horse.

Chapter Warning(s): None

Word Count: 3753

Chapter Twenty-Four

After swimming and building sandcastles, we slipped our shoes and sunhats back on, not caring too much about the fact that our hair was still wet. Our shoes made funny sloshing sounds as we walked the length back to Arrow House that the kids of course found amusing, even with the sun trying to scorch the backs of our necks and heads, at least we had cooled off enough to be able to walk without feeling like we were roasting like a lamb on the spit.

“Listen! Our wet shoes sound like ducks,” said Katie and a chorus of quacking and laughing from the other children ensued. I turned around and Lizzie, Esme and I exchanged a look. I think we were all secretly wondering if it would last until we got all the way back home. Not that we cared, of course. It kept them happy and soon enough, even we joined in.

We weren’t too far away from a little marketplace, and the wooden sign told us that one of the nearby shops was also serving ice cream cones, so we decided to stop by.

There weren’t very many customers browsing the stalls considering that the market was quite literally in the middle of nowhere, but the people behind them who were selling the produce all seemed warm, friendly and cheerful regardless.

All of them wore straw sunhats on their heads and white, long-sleeved shirts and blouses to protect them from the summer heat. After the children helped us pick out some fruits and vegetables to take back to the house, we let them each by an ice cream cone and they all crowded together on the long picnic bench to eat them.

The benches were under big, shady umbrellas so they didn’t have to sit with the sun blazing into their skin. Polly had packed napkins in the basket which came in handy when some of the ice cream ended up on their noses, cheeks, around their mouths and on their clothes.

Marie was one of those little girls that didn’t like messy things. Alice didn’t care for messy things, either, but the main contrast between the two of them was that while Alice knew that a small spill of milk or ice cream on her dress was nothing that couldn’t easily be mended, Marie saw it as a dire catastrophe.

Unfortunately for her, she had gripped her cone too tightly and it cracked into pieces.

The ice cream went all over her hands, all over her dress and all over the ground.

Before she started crying, Linda swooped in and wiped the spot on her dress, rubbing her back and telling her that it was okay if the clothes she was wearing got a little bit messy, that they’d be changing into clean clothes later.

“Marie! Look! Look at me!” said Henry, purposefully dipping the entire bottom half of his face into the cone and then lifting it up. “I have a chocolate moustache.”

Marie laughed and Henry grinned proudly.

“I wanna try,” said William, doing the exact same thing.

Soon, all of the kids either had a chocolate or vanilla moustache.

Esme turned to me and whispered, “We’re gonna need more napkins.”

“A whole basket full,” I responded.

“Would you like to go and buy another cone?” Lizzie asked and Marie nodded, taking her hand and letting her take her inside the shop to get another cone.

The afternoon continued as follows: Marie came back with her new ice cream cone, we had a couple of incidents of brain freeze, Ruby talked about how excited she was about her and Charlie’s music recital, and once they’d all finished their cones, we continued down the winding road.

We got to Arrow House just as the sun reached its highest peak in the sky, just as Miss Carleton was leaving. She waved out the window and out of politeness, Lizzie waved back at her only to lightly roll her eyes the second she disappeared. I chuckled softly and she smiled as we proceeded up the path toward the house.

Thomas was pacing back and forth, a cigarette dangling between his teeth. He stomped it out when he saw us coming and when Ruby and Charlie let go of Lizzie’s hands to run over to him. He bent down a little and lifted them both into his arms.

I could practically sense the weariness leave his body and soul the second they entered his field of vision. His eyes brightened and his face broke out into a wide smile.

“Daddy, we went swimming!” Ruby exclaimed, “and built sandcastles!”

“Don’t forget about the ice cream!” Charlie added. “We got a whole cone!”

“Did you?” he asked. “Well, we’d better get you into some dryer clothes, eh?”

He set them both down on the ground and ruffled Charlie’s hair, then he allowed them to lead him back inside. Lizzie leaned over to tell me that she was going to get Charlie and Ruby ready for their recital. I replied by saying that I’d be close by if she needed my assistance and to tell them I was looking forward to hearing them play.

The other kids followed their mums inside, too, relaying the whole story of our day at the lake to their dads.

When I eventually walked through the front door, Thomas was waiting in the middle of the foyer with his arms at his sides and his feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor, like he wanted to continue pacing, but something was preventing him from doing so in that moment. He looked like he had a lot he needed to say and he was worried; I hated seeing him that way.

As soon as I’d walked in, the worry and anxiety melted away from his face and his expression was now tinged with a touch of relief, though I could still see it reflecting in his ocean eyes. “The kids said you all had fun.”

“We did,” I answered, “not all of them wanted to swim and we said they didn’t have to if they didn’t want to, so they built sandcastles instead, although, the sand was actually more mud than what you’d call actual sand.”

He smiled. “Just like them to want to play in the mud.”

I smiled back, “All kids love it. Or at least most of them do.”

He took me into the parlour and we sat down on the armchairs near the window.

Not surprisingly, the sun had disappeared behind the clouds again almost like it knew that we were done playing outside for the day. It must have wondered what the point of staying out was, but certainly there would have been lots of other children who would have enjoyed the sunshine.

“So,” I said, easing into the chair. “How’d your meeting with Miss Carleton go?”

“Pretty much the same as always,” he shrugged.

Unlike Lizzie, he didn’t seem to have any qualms with her, but if he did, I highly suspected that for the sake of diplomacy and civility, he would push those feelings as far back as he could. Unless of course she said or did something that would warrant another kind of response.

He groaned softly as he sat back and put his feet up on the stool and then continued with what he was saying before, but there was a twinkle in his eyes and a small smile as he glanced in my general direction. “You would have been bored out of your mind, love.”

“How do you know?” I teased, although of course I was only thinking about the way he called me love. It sounded prettier in his voice, somehow. He must have read my thoughts because his smile grew, but I continued before he could say anything, “I’d have loved to have chatted about horse racing and training and whatever else the two of you chat about.”

He scoffed, “No, you wouldn’t have. Besides, we mostly just chatted about the weather and how nice it would be if the temperature actually remained consistent for a while, and besides that, she would very well have talked my ear off if I hadn’t made up the excuse that I needed to run an errand.”

You? Running errands? I thought, but instead of scoffing and replying with some witty comment, I nodded. “And what did she have to say when you told her that one of your horses may be expecting?”

I braced myself for whatever answer might come from me asking. Of course I tried to be optimistic that everything was working the way it was supposed to and that if Grace’s Secret was indeed pregnant, she would be able to carry the foal to full term.

“Well, when I took her outback to the stables,” he said, “one of the first things she wanted to know was whether or not you could see the tiny lump where the foal was growing, so she placed her hand on her stomach and sort of felt around.

“It was a wonder she didn’t put up a fight. Everyone knows that even in her current state, that she darn well could have landed a good kick if she felt threatened, but she must have trusted May enough to know that she’d never harm her.”

Thomas tapped his foot against the floor for a minute and rubbed his hands together, providing me more and more evidence that he was still very anxious. I suspected that the veterinarian was running late, or else he probably would have been a tad more relaxed than he was pretending to be.

“She has no doubt in her mind that Grace’s Secret is pregnant, but she said the veterinarian will be able to tell how far along she is, make sure the foal is healthy, and can give us some advice about what we can do to make her more comfortable.”

I did my best not to let my excitement show on my face, but the idea that we would have a new little one in our lives would be exciting and wonderful and I hoped that everything would go the way it was supposed to.

Human mothers had to wait nine whole months to deliver a baby, but according to Uncle Albert, for horses, it was ten months. Not that much longer, but it would probably be exhausting for the poor mum. I noticed Thomas taking off his hat and exhaling deeply as he ruffled his hair with one hand.

“It just startled me, is all,” he muttered softly. “Aside from Charlie, who is one of the most beautiful and most precious things that she has blessed me with, this horse is the only part of her I have left and I don’t want anything to happen to her.”

This was a side of Thomas Shelby that he kept hidden from most of the people around him, including most of his family and friends, but there were a few times when he let the mask drop from his face and he let people see how he was truly feeling.

I spent the next few minutes considering what I would say or do next, or what I should say or do. I wished there was more that I could offer him besides words of encouragement and reassurance, because words cannot fix bullet holes left behind by someone that has passed on.

When my mother and father had died, I was beside myself with grief, much so in fact, that after they sent me away, for the first couple of weeks, I didn’t eat, for a whole month I had trouble sleeping, for six months I had almost constant nightmares, and for an entire year, I didn’t speak more than a few simple words.

Losing Grace was by far the worst day in Thomas’ life.

In all honesty, he said, he didn’t think he would ever recover from it, that he could still see the look on his face sometimes in his nightmares, just like he still sometimes see the tunnels he and his brothers used to have to dig through, and hear the sound of the enemies’ shovels.

“I don’t know much about horses,” I said, leaning forward and tentatively taking his hand into mine. He let me hold his hand and I rubbed soothing circles on the back of it with my thumb as a way to help him calm down, “but the doctor will know—”

“The doctor hasn’t even come yet! He told me on the phone last night that he would come in the afternoon,” he snapped, pulling his hand free, forcefully pushing himself out of the chair and stepping over to the window with his hands on both of his hips.

He didn’t sound angry, really, he sounded more panicked. I knew that the best thing to do in this particular situation was to give him some personal space so as much as I wanted to stand by his side and try to reason with him, I remained seated in my chair and kept my distance or else he might have felt suffocated.

Once he’d calmed down a bit, I spoke again. “Doctors, including animal doctors, will usually let you know ahead of time if they’re going to be late. Maybe there was an emergency that he needs to take care of. And Grace’s Secret doesn’t seem to be in any distress.”

He sighed and sat back down on the chair, gripping the arms of it so tightly that his knuckles were as white as the sheets on his bed. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, though. It’s not your fault and it isn’t fair to take my anger and frustration out on you when you weren’t the one who …”

I wasn’t sure what he was going to say after that, but I decided to try to lighten the mood by saying, “Well, I sure hope not. Heaven only knows what a human and a horse’s child would look like.”

He looked completely taken aback by my words that for a whole ten seconds, his eyes became the size of dinner plates. He wasn’t sure whether he should be amused or terrified or both, but then he laughed.

“Look, I don’t know much about horses aside from what I learned growing up on the farm, but I do know one thing. Just like her namesake, Grace is strong and she’s got that stubborn and determined streak in her that can stretch the length of the entire ocean.”

Thomas’ unease melted away again. He must have been beside himself waiting for the doctor to arrive, which was why he was so stressed. I went on to say that if Grace’s Secret was in any sort of distress be it physical or emotional, or that if the lump was caused by anything other than pregnancy, surely she would be showing a lot more worrisome symptoms, and if that were the case, I could run into town and fetch another doctor in no time.

“Miss Carleton’s entire life revolves around breeding and showing and training horses. She would have told you right off the bat if there was anything to worry about,” I said, leaning forward and looking into his eyes again.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he nodded, exhaling.

I could hear all of the worry leave him in that single breath. With another grunt, he rose from his chair, held his arm out to me in that old-fashioned way that I thought went out of style ages ago and looked down at me with a warm, subtle smile.

“Well, Miss Bennett, I do believe we have a recital to attend to.”

I glanced down at his arm for a minute or two, as if doubting in my mind whether I should loop my own arm through it or just let it wait for a bit longer.

In the end, I decided he deserved a reprieve from all the stress, including any stress that would probably be deemed unnecessary and looped my arm through.

“I do believe you’re right, Mister Shelby,” I said in my best impression of a Victorian lady, “It would be very rude to keep everyone else waiting.”

“It would be indeed,” he answered, playing along, “and besides, if we want to claim the best seats in the house, we mustn’t linger in the parlour longer than we have to.”

Thomas was enjoying playing the part of a dapper young man taking his lady out for a night on the town to see a music recital, and I was enjoying seeing him dropping the mask and having a little fun.

But true as that may be, I loved my Thomas Shelby.

My Thomas Shelby was a complex man.

One that, even as I type away at this typewriter, have yet to figure out completely.

To most people, Thomas was two sides of the same coin and some didn’t know which side of the coin they were going to get when they first met him. He was the sort of man that you might automatically love to fear, or that you might automatically fear to love, depending on which side of the coin you were on.

Let’s consider this well-known fact: each coin has two sides, right? You’ve got your heads, and you’ve got your tails. Now, this coin can be used in this scenario in many different ways, such as the one I’ve just stated above, where Thomas would flip it and whichever side it landed on was the one you were going to get.

But you could also use the coin, too.

If you happened to have met him or at least heard the many stories and rumours surrounding him, you might already have your own impression of him ingrained into your mind. You may have already picked your side of the coin, be it consciously or not.

I’d picked my side the second we laid eyes upon each other in my aunt and uncle’s parlour the day he came to take me to Arrow House. I was wary of him, and I’d been a little thrown off by the fact that they hadn’t confided in me about this plan to have me take on the role as governess for his two children, whom I was sure were very respectful and well-behaved, but whom I was sure wouldn’t trust me right away.

Had I been a less rational or more emotionally reactive, I would have undoubtedly went into hysterics. Now, wouldn’t that have made for a nice first impression?

Understandably, he was just as wary of me, because that was our first time meeting and other than my name, he clearly didn’t know anything about me, what I looked like, my hobbies, my interests, my likes and dislikes, etc. But he wasn’t at all rude, or gave me any indications that he had ill intentions or might become violent if I said or did the wrong thing.

Those who had seen Thomas Shelby at their worst, like those who had threatened him or his family, were said to have never been heard from again, either because they had died or because they’d fled and did not wish to be found. To them, he was a formidable opponent, a cold-hearted killer who would stop at nothing and would do whatever he needed to do to work his way up to the top of the food chain. To them, he was the tall handsome man who, out of the gathering storm, would step out of the shadows with his dusty black coat and a red right hand.

Others, who had been fortunate enough to remain on his good side or earn their place on there right from the get go, were easily swayed by his quiet domination, his non-reactivity under pressure, his ability to gain respect and trust by those he wanted in his circle, and not to mention his connections he had to famous individuals — I was told he’d even spoken to Mister Charlie Chaplin himself!

A few lucky individuals, specifically women, fancied themselves immune to his charms and his bedside nature, but of course they couldn’t fool him even if they tried. He knew what to say or what to do for his own satisfaction or personal gain, a front he used to protect himself from being hurt in the same way he’d been hurt when Grace died and he and Lizzie separated.

Yes, I was aware of Thomas’ sides, I was aware of the potential consequences of getting too close, I knew that there was a possibility of seeing his darker side or that aspects of his past that he’d tried hiding away would come back eventually, just like the time he ended up in the hospital after those men almost beat him to death.

My older cousins, a handful of the friends I still kept in touch with through postcards and letters, even random strangers on the street, everyone kept telling me that Thomas was somehow manipulating me and forcing me to be with him. No one aside from my immediate family seemed to be able to understand that I had wanted to be with him, they weren’t aware of how much he loved his children; his sisters and brothers, his nieces and nephews and his Aunt Polly, and how far he was willing to go to protect them.

To protect me.

I was as in love as any woman had ever been, and while I couldn’t deny that there were some things Thomas did in his past that I didn’t agree on, I could see that for the sake of his children, he was trying to be more present in their lives and be a lot more careful with the people he got involved with.

Every evening before we’d go to sleep, as we laid side by side in the big bed, sometimes accompanied by Charlie or Ruby if one or both of them had a nightmare, he would tell me he loved me and reminded me how lucky he was to have us in his life and how his world would be bleak without us in it.

Smiling warmly, we made our way into the music room, as my ears picked up the sound of hurried footsteps thundering down the stairs. We both turned our heads at the same time to see Ruby holding onto the railing and coming down the stairs with her red recital dress on.

To Be Continued

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[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1 

Chapter 2

Critical Hit

The Vibe:

She's a Rainbow-The Rolling Stones

I lie awake in bed, on my back and limbs sprawled out like a starfish; thinking about last night's strange series of events.

Fucking sorcerers. They're just damn wizards without hats.

"Strange people," I say out loud to myself, "Yukio, we're gonna go into the city today," I say out loud waiting for her to come to me. I feel her jump up on me and rest in my lap; I pet her and continue, "We'll go for a walk, maybe stop at our favorite ice cream shop. How does that sound?" Yukio wiggles her tale and licks my hand in excitement.

I get up and begin my morning routine feed Yukio, eat 2 bananas, shower, brush my teeth, and throw some loose curls in my hair. The great thing about Japan's winter months is that I can wear my hair down without frizz-altering humidity. I'll throw some box braid in a few months to prepare for the summer heat.

I walk to my closet and hold my hand out feeling for the tags on my hung-up outfits. Each outfit is put together and hung in garment bags along with a shoe that matches; Each bag has a permanent tag written in brail so I can tell which is which. I have a personal shopper who specializes in helping the blind; she comes in and organizes my closet every once in a while, occasionally swapping out old outfits for new ones.

I find the label of one outfit,

Chunky black leather ankle boots| Stone-washed, high-waisted capri jeans Forest green knitted long-sleeve halter tank top Long black overcoat

I'm 25 now and it's been about 10 years since I lost my sight, I can barely remember what colors look like, and my memories have faded a bit. I told my shopper to pick whatever and that,

'I'm blind but I still wanna look hot

I get dressed and grab my sling bag with my essentials, wallet, keys, and my foldable cane and pack my bag; as well as leash up Yukio and begin our walk. We do our usual stroll in the city walking past several markets and shops and listening to people laugh and gossip like no one is listening. It was a nice little hour and a half of constant eavesdropping; some people watch the Kardashians I go and ear hustle the streets.

We stop at the ice cream shop and I decided to just get a vanilla milkshake and grab Yukio a puppy cone to enjoy. We sit outside the shop on a bench enjoying our cold treats when my phone vibrates and begins to speak a text to me,

TEXT FROM KAI

Hey boss, can you stop by and sign for delivery? They are refusing to release our product until the owner signs off.

DO YOU WANT TO REPLY?

"Yes," I say

REPLY NOW

"I'm about a 10 min walk away, be there asap"

ARE YOU READY TO SEND IT?

"Yes" I reply

I put my phone back in my bag and stand up, "Come on Yukio gotta stop by work real quick" I say to her as we navigate to my restaurant.

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When I arrive I hear Kai arguing with the delivery boy in the foyer of the restaurant.

"I'm sorry it's a part of our new policy," the boy says

"You think you could have notified us first? Our owner is blind she needs to know these things ahead of time"

"Kai," I say, "Thank you, I can take it from here. Wait out here with Yukio for me?

"Yes ma'am," he says before taking Yukio's leash

I walk into the building and throw my customer service voice on, "Hi how can I help you?" I ask

"Are you the owner?" he asks

"I am"

"I thought the owner was blind"

"Well, that was incredibly ignorant." I say pulling out my cane for a little bit of flair, "Is this better?"

The delivery boy clears his throat and hands me a clipboard and a pen, "I'm sorry ma'am, can you please sign for this?"

"Yes," I say taking the pen and board, "Can you guide me where to sign?" he takes my hand with the pen and places it on the board prompting me to sign there.

"Where should I unload these?"

"Take them to the kitchen, Kai will guide you, and for now on Kai can sign off on these. Thank you" I say before walking out "All taken Care of, you now have the authorization to sign off," I say holding my hand out for Yukio's leash.

Kai places the leash in my hand, "Thank you, boss, sorry for the inconvenience"

"It's no problem, honestly. The delivery boy is going to unload in the kitchen, you got it from here?"

"Yes ma'am! Have a great day!" he says before walking away inside

I let out a long sigh, before turning around and beginning to walk away.

I hear someone clear their throat from my side, "Excuse me Miss" a man says causing me to stop in my tracks and look at him, "Kiyotaka Ijichi. Gojo sent me to pick you up for your interview"

Gojo?

"Um?... What interview?" I ask

"The interview for the Combat Specialist position," he says a little nervous

Not this shit again

"I already turned down his little offer. The answer is no"

"Ma'am I-"

"You know what, call him please?" I politely demand

"Yes Ma'am" he obliges rather quickly.

The phone rings twice before Gojo Answers, "Gojo Mrs. Himari-"

I quickly take the phone from his and put it to my ear, "Gojo what the hell man"

"Heyyyy! Ari, what's up?"

"Don't play dumb, what weird shit is this? Why is there a man waiting for me outside my business, I could have sworn I told you no, did I not? "

"You did. Come on, at least come to the interview and check it out."

"Why? Why would I do that? I don't need a job"

"Because It'll be fun. You seem like you could use a little fun. I saw the way you fought it was natural for you, even with being blind. You can't tell me you aren't a little bored with your mundane life? I have a feeling you weren't always this 'humdrum'"

I scoff, "Oh whatever, don't pretend you know me, asshole."

"Come on, will it kill you to humor me?"

I hold my head back and rub my brow bone in frustration, "If I say yes will you leave me alone?"

"Yes," he says rather quickly

"Was that a lie?" I follow up

"Yes" he laughs

"Goodbye Gojo," I say before handing Ijichi the phone, "Hang up on his ass"

"Yes Ma'am"

"Take me to this damn interview" I sigh and check my attitude, "Please" I add

"Right away Ma'am," he says before opening a car door

"Yukio you first," I say. I hear her climb into the car and follow her.

Ijichi closes the door for me and climbs into the front seat, "Jujustu High is in the outskirts of Tokyo, we'll be about 20 min okay Ma'am"

"Okay, thank you," I lean my head on the cool window pain and relax for the short car ride.

----------------------------------------------- When we arrived I could smell the blossoming trees and fresh air. We must be near tons of trees and greenery. Ijichi leads me and Yukio through the halls of this supposed school; after a few more turns we stop and Ijichi opens up a door, "I have been instructed to go only this far. Please navigate yourself to your seat the principal will be with you shortly"

I bend down and unleash Yukio as well as pull out my cane, to help with the walk, "Thank you" I say before walking forward through this big room and eventually making my way into a seat with Yukio sitting beside me on the floor. There we wait for about 10min before I hear a large man walk through the room and sit behind the desk that rests in front of me.

"Himari Sanada?" he asks

"In the flesh" I dryly respond

"Principal Yaga, nice to meet you," he says, "Gojo says you're a natural fighter"

"I suppose, I am"

"How open are you to sparring with some of us?"

"You want me to fight you?"

"Yes, no point in getting further into the conversation until after I see your skills. The position is for combat not speech"

"Well, I'd really rather not. I have warded off senseless violence, Unless absolutely necessary."

"Is that because of your previous occupation?"

"Okay, so not only have I been stalked at my place of work, but you've also looked into my past. Don't get it twisted just because of what you read, you still know shit about me" I say showing my frustration

"I know you're the adopted daughter of former Yakuza boss Tonaka, at the ripe age of 6 you began training with your father, and by age 11 you were running point on missions for him, I know you lost sight due to a degenerative optic nerve condition at the age of 15 and that somehow you came out from that horrible fate stronger than ever. They called you Kokushibyō, the Black Death. You were a career criminal, an assassin"

"What are you getting at?" I dryly ask

"Mrs. Senada, every day these cursed spirits get worse and worse and jujutsu sorcerers are becoming even more of a rare breed. Last year the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, we lost nearly a hundred of our Sorcerers in that battle. As we raise the next class of fighters I see that they are lacking in hand-to-hand combat and weapons proficiency. Our children are dying, we need help."

I breathe in and cross my arms while rubbing my neck.

"I was almost hopeless and then I hear of a blind girl who was able to not only navigate her way through a curses pocket dimension but then went to kill said curse that she couldn't even see. You didn't have a cursed tool, which leads me to believe you have mounds of cursed energy within you. You seem like you want to live a good life, like a good person, and that you don't want to hurt anyone anymore and I want that for you but why let your skills waste away when you make good use of them?"

I sigh loudly and roll my eyes, "Fuck you for making me feel" I say in disgust, "If I agree, we do it my way, How many students?"

"Nine total, but we want you to focus on the first years for now; Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, & Nobara Kugisaki "

"Okay, who's currently in charge of teaching them?"

"Kento Nanami part-time grade 1 sorcerer, from time to time teaches hand to hand; took the time to personally train Yuji Itadori, who is probably the most skilled out of the three of them. As for weapons, Atsuya Kusakabe grade 1 sorcerer, and teacher here; skilled swordsman but no honor, he would 100% leave you behind if it meant saving his own skin."

"Noted." I stand up and dust my pants off and grab my cane, "Well if we are gonna do this, I'd like to fight the first years as well as Mr. Nanami."

"Why not Atsuya as well?" he asks

"Well from what you just told me, I've got a clear understanding of what kind of fighter and man he is. A coward and cowards are shit fighters" I respond. Yaga says nothing but laughs under his breath as stands leading me out of his office.

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He leads Yukio and me outside to what I assume is an open field by the feel of the grass under my feet. Eventually, we come to a stop and I hear a few familiar voices, "ARI!!!" I hear Gojo yell, "Are you ready to tussle?" He asks.

"Are you ready to shut the hell up?" I snarkily say. Next to him, I hear the smallest most hidden chuckle coming from Gojo's side.

"Ouch right in the heart, why don't you like me?" he asks fawning sweetness

"Because you're annoying" I laugh at him

"She's right," Nanami says, he must have been the one who chuckled

"Ari, glad you came!" Yuji says before hugging me

Fucking golden retriever

"Down boy." I laugh

"Sup," Nobara says, "You can't see him but our black cat is next to me. Say hi Megumi"

"Hi" The boy plainly says, "Is that your dog?" he says with a hint of excitement

"Hey, girl, nice to meet you Megumi, yes this is Yukio" I respond, "You can pet her". Megumi quickly takes me up and that offer and kneels down and pets her head.

I listen around me a little further and hear that there are a few other people there whose voices I don't recognize.

Principal Yaga speaks up, "Fushigoru, Itadori, & Mrs. Kugisaki front and center." he commands. The three take their time making their way to the center of the field near Yaga. "You three one at a time will fight Mrs. Senada. The match will be over once one of you are unable to continue."

"No need for one at a time, all at once is fine" I chime in folding my cane away and taking off my coat, and placing them on the ground with my sling bag; I begin to approach the others, stopping when I stand in front of the first years.

"Okay, then you heard her," Yaga says walking away, "You may begin"

"Umm this doesn't seem fair," Megumi says a little unsure, "You're blind and it's three against one"

"Worry about yourself," I say, "attack when you're ready"

The Vibe:

Swamp Bitches-Doechii, Rico Nasty

We all stand there for a few minutes, I hear them contemplate and whisper amongst themselves

"Itadori, you bulldoze and rush ahead, you've got the strength for it, Kugisaki and I all will come around the sides"

I'm sure they think I can't hear them.

"On the count of the 3. 1..2..3!"

Itadori quickly approaches throwing several punches, I manage to bob and weave between his attempts and block his last hit with my forearm, which hurt like hell; he's definitely got the strength and the speed but he's sloppy as hell. While blocking his hit with my arm I take my free hand and punch him in the side causing Itadori to topple over in pain; I finish him off with a right hook and he falls to the ground.

Finally making her move, I feel Kugisaki come up behind me and try to restrain my wrists; while she was focused on my hands I took the opportunity to knock my head back hitting her in the face. She let go suddenly in pain and I swiftly back kicked her in the stomach.

I hear Fushigoru rush toward me and decide to run towards him head-on; just as we were about to meet I used the momentum from the dash to drop kick him in the chest knocking him back to the ground. From the force of my kick, I fall down too but quickly recover rolling back and making my way to my feet.

Taking a second to assess the situation, I listen and hear Itadori sound asleep, I must have knocked him out. Kugisaki is on the ground trying to stand back up but not finding the strength in her legs. Lastly, I focus on Fushigoru and hear him coughing and gasping for air.

"Your reflexes are shit," I say out loud, "Your sight is a privilege that you take advantage of and you underestimated my strength. Lots to learn," I say that last bit under my breath. I go over to Fushigoru and bend down to him, he still wheezing, I put my hand on his chest, "Calm yourself and Breathe" I say as I breathe in deeply and out slowly encouraging him to do it with me. He does and eventually, he calms down a bit, "You and Nobara most likely have bruised ribs, take it easy and go help her up" I say standing up and holding my hand out to help him up. He walks away holding his chest.

I make my way to Yuji and bend down to make sure he's okay, he's still fast asleep, "Yuji wake up" I said shaking him. After a few seconds of this, I give up, "Gojo come get your kid" I speak up a little louder, "He's not waking up any time soon; honestly, they all should go to an infirmary" I say

"I see why they called you the Black Death, quick and painful" Gojo says

That stings, I hate that fucking name

I think Yaga notices my uncomfortablity and quickly speaks up, "Gojo take your students to Shoko"

"WHAT! Why do I have to go, it's getting so good" Gojo protests

"Kugisaki and Fushigoru can't take Itadori to shoko they are clearly injured. Go and be responsible for once" Yaga plainly states

"Fine" Gojo says defeated before he basically throws Yuji over his shoulder and begins walking, "Come on you two" he says to Megumi and Nobara who follow behind.

"I thought we were friends Ari" Nobara says as she walks away

"We still are" I laugh and yell behind her.

"Alright Mr. Nanami, you're next" Yaga says

I hear him take a deep long sigh as he makes his way to the center of the field, "Lets make this quick, you know how I feel about overtime"

I softly laugh at his demeanor as I take my position on the field, "This should be good, You can start whenever" Yaga says

We stand there for several minutes sizing each other up and planning our first move, "I am a VERY patient girl and I promise you I'm not moving first 'Mr Overtime'." I say taunting him.

"Teasing me won't work. Considering one of my only friends is Gojo, I have HIGH threshold for nonsense." he quips back, "I want to go home so I suppose I'll I make the first move" He says before suddenly throwing a punch

I quickly block him but he's fast, he manages to sucker punch me in the stomach knocking me back a bit.

Fuck, he's got some strength

I hear Yukio begin to bark and growl, she thinks this is a real fight , "Yukio Stay" I command. Swiftly I recover not allowing myself to feel that pain. I advance towards him and throw a series of punches at him, starting with two at his stomach, two at his chest, and a upper cut to his face now knocking him back. I hear him grunt as he quickly regains his stance throwing a left hook in my side and his right to my face knocking me to the ground

Jesus fucking christ that hurts; I think he broke my nose, Clearly he's got speed and brute force. I need to be more agile and quick on my feet to keep up.

While down, I take the opportunity fuck with his head, "Oh god" I wine and moan, "You broke my nose you asshole; what the fuck" I begin to cry real tears (Low key does really fucking hurt).

Nanami instantly regrets his actions and comes near me to offer a helping hand, "Shit are you okay? I knew we shouldn't have done this; i was afraid you would get hur-" he says before I punch him in throat cutting him off. He instinctively grabs his neck gasping for air; I stand up over him and side kick him in the face knocking him down to the ground.

I feel my nose bleeding down my face, so i back up a few paces and swipe the blood off my face and wipe my hands in the grass, "Get up" I say before I take my hands and placing them on both sides of my nose before I quickly break my nose back in place, "Fuck me that hurts" I yell.

I hear Nanami groan and struggle to get back up, eventually he stands back and begins to speak, "That was a shitty cheap trick" he says with a raspy voice

"That was shitty is that you came into this fight thinking it was an easy win. I'm a fighter in my own right treat me like one." I say holding my hands up a defensive position.

Nanami rushes me and throws a few more punches, this time with less focus; he is pissed, "Your anger is making you sloppy" I say before grabbing his punch and twisting his wrist as I swing my legs around his neck using my weight and his to pull us down hard to the ground. I soften my land with body and quickly crawl up him resting my legs on his upper arms pinning him down and for extra measure I have a hand around his neck and my other ready to knock him unconscious if he moves, "Do you concede?" I ask. He says nothing but uses what mobility he can and taps my leg with his hand.

I take the hint and release him and roll off of him and eventually stand up. I offer a hand to him to help him up; I can tell he's hesitating, so I gesture again for him to take my hand and eventually he does. I help him stand up, this is the first time I've been this close to him and actually let myself be aware of his height and how he towers over me.

He smells so nice, like evergreen trees and lemons

"Good fight" he says to me bringing me back from my inner thoughts. Eventually he lets go of my hand and for some reason I'm a little saddened by that. Yukio makes her way to me and begs at my feet. I bend down and pick her up and reassuring that i'm okay.

"I've seen enough" Yaga says pulling both of our attentions, "You've got the job if you want it"

"I'll take it" I say, "You have me Mondays and Wenesdays for hand to hand training. Fridays for weapons and Sundays will be open to staff who want extra training. I own a restaurant so my Tuesdays and Thursdays will be dedicated to that unless discussed beforehand and Saturdays are for me."

"Deal" Yaga says, "Welcome to Jujustu High"

[leffee]

Russell had been looking forward to spending a Saturday afternoon with his dad, Jerry. They hadn't had much time together lately, so when Jerry agreed to go to the ice cream shop, Russell was thrilled. As they entered the colorful shop, the aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled the air, and Russell's excitement bubbled over.

"Dad, let's try the new flavors!" Russell exclaimed, tugging at Jerry's sleeve.

But as they approached the counter, Jerry seemed to transform into his alter ego: Embarrassing Dad. With a mischievous grin, he started making exaggerated requests, like asking for a scoop of every flavor in a single cone or trying to juggle the ice cream scoops. Russell cringed, feeling the eyes of other customers on them.

"Dad, come on," Russell muttered, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Jerry, however, was on a roll. He struck up conversations with strangers, telling dad jokes,Russell tried to steer his dad back to their table, but Jerry seemed determined to entertain the entire shop.

Finally, with their ice cream cones in hand, Russell managed to corral his dad to a quiet corner of the shop. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his exasperation.

"Dad, I love you, but sometimes you're so embarrassing," Russell said, shaking his head.

Jerry's playful demeanor softened, and he reached out to tousle Russell's hair. "I know, buddy, I know. But you know what? Life's too short to be serious all the time. Sometimes, we just need to embrace the silliness."

Russell couldn't help but smile. Despite his dad's antics, he realized how lucky he was to have such a fun-loving father. As they enjoyed their ice cream together, Russell decided to embrace the moment, embarrassment and all, knowing that these memories would be cherished for years to come.

-Part of me wanted this to be something teenage Russell was going though lol but the adult version works too I guess-

I knew this was teenage Russell! I don't know, something about it just screamed that he wasn't exactly an adult yet.

Ah yes, we have all the boys' alter egos, but then! Oh then! There comes Jerry with the best one yet - embarassing dad! Hmm, on the other hand, isn't it kinda his normal persona xD. I love Jerry, really I do. But asking for a scoop of every flavor in a single cone is not embarassing, if anything he has the right idea, mmm even if Russell is dying from embarassement. Damn, embarassing friends and embarassing dad, Russell just does not get a break, does he?

[chromaprint]

Shrink Sleeves

Shrink sleeve labels gives a 360-degree coverage of graphics and product information on the container. Shrink Sleeves are produced using PVC and PET substrates, depending on the application. Shrink Sleeves are widely used in Beverages, Pharmaceutical and other consumer goods products.

Types

Full product Sleeve

Center Sleeve

Foil Stamped Sleeve

Thermochromatic Sleeve

Tamper-evident Sleeve

Perforated Sleeves

Shrink Sleeve Labels for Bottles

Shrink sleeve labels represent the cutting edge of modern packaging solutions. These labels offer 360-degree coverage of graphics and product information, heat-wrapped to conform to the unique contours of your container. Made from polyester, PVC, and PET films, they deliver a seamless finish, enhancing the product’s visual appeal.

By using shrink sleeve labels, brands can create stunning graphics covering the entire container. Additionally, shrink sleeves serve as a tamper-proof solution when applied partially, such as on the neck of a bottle. They are highly recyclable, particularly when PET shrink sleeves are used on PET bottles, as both materials are the same.

Shrink sleeve labels are a popular choice in beverages, pharmaceuticals, and consumer goods due to their flexibility, durability, and recyclability.

Benefits of

Shrink Sleeve Labels

Extreme flexibility to adapt to any container shape.

Easy application in roll or cut form.

360-degree product coverage enhances shelf appeal.

Excellent resistance to scuffing and abrasion.

Protects products from light damage.

Why Choose Chromaprint for Your Shrink Sleeve Labels

As a trusted shrink sleeve manufacturer, Chromaprint brings unmatched expertise and commitment to creating high-quality packaging solutions.Our team of experts in the shrink sleeve label manufacturing division understands the nuances of creating captivating sleeve labels for bottles.

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Maintenance Guide for Clinker Bulk Loader

Clinker bulk loaders are essential in various industries, including power, construction, chemicals, and agriculture. They efficiently load dry powdery and granular materials into vehicles and ships, significantly improving loading efficiency and reducing dust pollution.

Equipment Structure and Working Principle

Clinker bulk loaders consist of several key components, including the main suction pipe and steel cables. These parts connect to form a flexible structure. The machine operates in conjunction with the feeding system below the storage silo. When the vehicle is full, the loading process stops automatically, achieving automated loading and unloading.

Key components include:

Discharge Gate: Controls the flow of material during loading.

Conveying Chute: Ensures smooth transfer of materials.

Elbows and Connecting Pipes: Direct the flow of materials.

Dust Collector: Effectively controls dust and keeps the working environment clean.

Chute Fan: Helps material flow and enhances loading efficiency.

The discharge head of the bulk loader can extend up to 1.6 meters, accommodating different vehicle types. The design ensures that no dust escapes during loading, protecting the health of operators.

Features of Clinker Bulk Loaders

1.Automated Control: Enables smart operation and reduces labor costs.

2.High Loading Efficiency: Optimized design enhances work efficiency.

3.Compact Size: Saves space and fits various operating environments.

4.Convenient Operation: Works well with other equipment to improve overall efficiency.

Common Faults and Solutions

1. Poor Dust Collection

Solution: Check if the dust collection valve opens simultaneously with loading. Replace the lifting soft connection if necessary.

2. Lifting Motor Does Not Work

Check:

The power supply and control circuit.

The limit switch.

If the lifting cone pipe is blocked by dust.

Mechanical issues, such as a jammed steel cable.

3. No Discharge During Loading

Check:

If the pneumatic valve is open; inspect the air line.

If cement is clumped inside the silo; clear the discharge port.

If the Roots blower is operating correctly.

Usage and Maintenance Tips

1.Regular Oil Changes: Add oil to the reducer before use. Change to fresh oil after one month, then once a year thereafter.

2.Check Switches Regularly: Inspect the position of the rope switch and limit devices. Replace them immediately if they fail.

3.Inspect Steel Cables: Check the pulley cables regularly. Replace them if damaged.

4.Replace Dust Collection Hose: Inspect the flexible dust collection hose for aging or damage. Replace it promptly to maintain dust collection efficiency.

5.Check Solenoid Valves: Regularly inspect solenoid valves to prevent failures.

6.Replace Inner Sleeve Regularly: Based on the grinding characteristics of materials, replace the steel inner sleeve to prevent excessive wear and deformation.

7.Maintain Negative Pressure: Ensure the system operates under negative pressure during loading. This keeps the dust collection equipment functioning properly.

8.Check Discharge Head Rigging: Regularly inspect the discharge head rigging to ensure balance. Do not stand directly under the discharge head.

Darko’s Advantages

Darko offers high-quality equipment, extensive production experience, and technical expertise. We are committed to providing excellent after-sales service. Our goal is to help customers optimize their production processes and improve work efficiency. If you have any questions or needs regarding clinker bulk loaders, please feel free to contact us.

[candy-floss-crazy]

We have always branded our carts and consumables for our corporate clients. Ranging from full vinyl wrapping of our carts, to custom printed coffee sleeves. These usually tended to be prohibitively expensive for smaller weddings and parties. During the lockdown we have been examining all the services we offer. As a result we have now acquired a new equipment portfolio allowing us to print vinyl wraps, custom brand things like coffee cup sleeves and ice cream tubs. This allows us to offer a FREE catering personalisation service for smaller clients. Ice Cream Our ice cream branding is starting off with personalising the tubs and also providing drip catchers for the little ones. We have all seen the state kids can get themselves into at weddings with things like chocolate fountains and ice cream. This helps alleviate the ice cream problem at least. We are also waiting on delivery of our new food printer which will allow us to add customised ice cream wafers. Coffee One of our favourite lines. We can provide small print runs of free cup sleeves with the happy couples names added. Additionally our new latte printer allows text or images to be added directly to the coffee foam, sure to go Instagram crazy. Candy Floss We have added a service to actually brand the candy floss up. Not the bags or tubs, but the actual floss you eat. At the minute its only monochrome but we are working on this. We can also offer custom printed tubs, perfect as wedding favours or give aways. Chestnuts One of our most popular winter lines are roast chestnuts, the traditional paper bags can be branded in full colour. Crepes Crepes are usually served folded into a triangle. Our cones are another eye catching branding opportunity for weddings or events. Crazy Golf Score cards come branded as standard, and we can even brand the actual golf balls off. With the happy couples names for weddings, or a corporate logo for our company clients. Napkins Usable for pretty much any of our catering items, our quality airlaid napkins can be printed with corporate logo's or sales messages, or with the names of the happy couple if its a wedding. Read the full article

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ღ I'm wearing the gorgeous Dolli Set by Mewsery. This lovely outfit comes with separate dress, panties and sleeves in single packs or fatpack option. The fatpack allows full customization with all 28 colors. Rigged for Maitreya Classic, Maitreya X, Legacy [F], Reborn, Waifu, SBxBork Mounds, and SBxKottr Teacups.

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ღ Reverie surprises us with this stunning set of eyes now available at the Warehouse Sale event. The bi-color effect looks amazing and unique, I love them! Including 18 colors separated into 2 packs with appliers for Lelutka, Genus, Catwa and Omega plus BOM. Find a closer look in the comments and blog.

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Custom Pre-Roll Cones: Elevate Your Cannabis Game

In the ever-evolving cannabis industry, staying ahead of the curve is crucial. Custom pre-roll cones have emerged as a game-changer, offering brands a unique way to differentiate themselves, appeal to consumers, and maintain quality.

This in-depth guide will walk you through everything you need to know about custom cones, from their myriad benefits to the nitty-gritty of design and production. So, let’s roll up our sleeves and dive in!

The Boom of Custom Cones in the Cannabis World

Custom pre-roll cones aren't just about practicality—they’re a statement. Here’s why they’ve become the go-to for cannabis aficionados and businesses alike:

1. Stand Out from the Crowd

In a market flooded with options, custom cones let your brand shine. Unique designs make your product instantly recognizable, setting you apart from competitors.

2. Appeal to Aesthetic Sensibilities

Custom cones look fantastic, enhancing the consumer’s experience. Eye-catching designs can turn your product into a must-have item, even a collectible for enthusiasts.

3. Consistency and Quality

Pre-rolled cones ensure a consistent smoking experience. Made with high-quality materials, they guarantee a smooth, reliable product every time.

4. Convenience is King

For consumers, custom pre-roll cones offer ultimate convenience. No more worrying about rolling skills—just fill, twist, and enjoy.

The Benefits of Custom Pre Rolled Cones

Let’s delve into why custom pre-roll cones are a savvy choice for cannabis brands:

1. Boost Brand Recognition

Custom cones, adorned with your logo and brand colors, create a strong visual identity. This consistency helps build brand loyalty and recognition.

2. Powerful Marketing Tool

Custom pre-rolled cones are an excellent marketing asset. Eye-catching graphics and informative design elements turn your product into a mobile advertisement.

3. Compliance and Transparency

Including compliance information on your cones ensures they meet regulatory requirements. Plus, it provides consumers with essential details like strain and potency.

4. Foster Customer Loyalty

A premium product in attractive packaging can significantly enhance customer experience, encouraging repeat purchases and loyalty.

5. Go Green

Today’s consumers value sustainability. Custom cones can be crafted from eco-friendly materials, aligning your brand with environmental consciousness.

Designing Your Custom Cones

Creating the perfect custom pre-roll cone involves several key considerations:

1. Material Matters

Select the right paper for your cones:

Hemp Paper: Natural and unrefined, perfect for the eco-conscious.

Rice Paper: Thin and light, offering a slow, smooth burn.

Each material provides a different smoking experience, so choose what best fits your brand.

2. Size and Shape

Custom pre-roll cones come in various sizes and shapes:

1 ¼ Cones: The standard size, perfect for most users.

King Size Cones: For those who want more bang for their buck.

Slim Cones: Discreet and compact for on-the-go users.

The shape and size should complement your brand and cater to your target audience.

3. Filter Tips

Custom cones often feature filter tips, which can also be customized:

Standard Paper Tips: Functional and straightforward.

Perforated Tips: Adjustable for airflow control.

Glass Tips: Reusable and upscale, offering a premium experience.

5. Packaging Design

The packaging is just as important as the cones themselves. Opt for eco-friendly materials and designs that protect the cones while enhancing their visual appeal.

The Journey to Creating Custom Cones

Here’s a step-by-step guide to bringing your custom pre-roll cones to life:

1. Concept and Design

Start with a clear concept. Work with a designer to create mock-ups and prototypes, considering materials, size, shape, and branding.

2. Choosing a Manufacturer

Select a reputable manufacturer, such as Brandmydispo, experienced in producing custom pre-roll cones. Ensure they offer high-quality materials, precise printing, and reliable delivery times.

3. Sampling and Prototyping

Create samples and prototypes to test design, material, and functionality. Gather feedback and refine the product as needed.

4. Production

Once your design is finalized, move to full production. Ensure your manufacturer follows strict quality control to maintain consistency.

5. Packaging and Distribution

Design custom cannabis packaging that complements your cones. Work with your manufacturer to ensure it’s practical and visually appealing. Plan your distribution strategy to efficiently get your product to consumers.

6. Marketing and Launch

Develop a marketing plan to promote your custom pre-roll cones. Use social media, online advertising, and in-store promotions to generate buzz and attract customers.

Tips for Custom Cone Success

Maximize the impact of your custom pre-roll cones with these tips:

1. Know Your Market

Understand your target audience and tailor your design and marketing efforts accordingly.

2. Never Compromise on Quality

High-quality materials and production processes ensure your cones perform well and enhance your brand’s reputation.

3. Stay Compliant

Stay updated on local regulations and ensure your cones meet all compliance requirements.

4. Innovate Constantly

Experiment with new designs, materials, and packaging options to stay ahead of the competition.

5. Listen to Feedback

Customer feedback is invaluable. Use it to refine and improve your product continually.

Custom pre-roll cones are more than just a practical packaging solution—they’re a powerful tool for branding, marketing, and enhancing the consumer experience. By focusing on quality, design, and compliance, you can create custom cones that not only stand out but also leave a lasting impression.

Embrace the creativity and possibilities of custom pre-roll cones to elevate your brand in the competitive cannabis market.

[regencyfashionmagazines]

La Belle Assemblée

Fashions for September, 1806

Explanation of the Prints of Fashion

General Observations on the Fashions

Our fair correspondents will be aware that at this season of the year, there is little necessity, or opportunity for a lengthened description of full dress. The retirement of many of our fashionable women to their country seats, where an elegant simplicity of attire takes place of splendour, orto watering-places, where a sort of equilibrium between the former and the latter, is considered as the criterion of a good taste, will confine us more immediately to that style of costume which by many is considered as the most becoming garb in which our fair countrywomen can be exhibited.

There is a sort of interesting negligence in a well-chosen half-dress, which attracts more than the eye. The brilliancy of full dress, with all its splendid decorations, will dazzle by its lustre; it is the studied ornament which has custom and rule for its guide; and is often necessarily adopted in conformity to some established law, and to keep up that nice distinction of order in a community which is the regular and separating quality in politics and morals.

But in the half dress, which is only methodized by the taste and elegance of the wearer, you read something of the real character, and a penetrating observer will trace many of the properties of the mind and of the heart. "Show me a lady's dressing-room," says an author well acquainted with human nature, "and I will tell you what manner of person she is;" surely then a more decisive opinion may be formed from the general attire of a female*.

After these remarks, it is but justice to observe, that the majority of our present race of females need not shrink from the scrutinizing eye of enquiry on this head; for in looking back to the various habits of their predecessors, we cannot but acknowledge their improvement in simplicity and elegance.

Never was there a period which exhibited a greater variety of female decoration; and it is almost as difficult to find a costume to condemn, as to describe that to which we give a decided preference. Our general observation of style and effect differs little from the communications of last month. Short dresses continue as a morning habiliment. They are either made high in the neck with collars or ruffs; or cut low, and worn with an embroidered shirt of the same. The shirt handkerchief is now invariably worn without a collar, by those females whose throats will bear exposition; the shirt, however, sets close round the throat, and is finished either with a border of needle-work, or a plaiting of net. Dress gowns are made with long trains, and generally high in the bosom, so as to preclude the necessity of a handkerchief. The perfectly square fronts prevail over every other; and are particularly becoming to a round well-made bust. The backs are still very low, and the shoulders quite exposed, except where the ever graceful veil falls tastefully from the head which it ornaments, and, kindly considerate, casts over them the shade of modesty. The long sleeve of worked muslin, or spider net, is sometimes worn in an evening, but the short sleeve is more general, as well as more consistent; they are worn rather more full on the top than formerly, and are sometimes looped up almost behind with broaches of various descriptions, at other times so short as to admit a falling of lace. We have observed the sash adopted lately by many élégantes, some flowing from the edge of the waist behind, others tied with a small bow in front, and the ends of the ribband put into a sort of tassel of floss silk, formed like a tube, and finished with a cone, or round button, of the same, which passes through, and is suspended from it. The Gipsy cloak still retains its place in the estimation of our fashionable females, but the ribband is not, as formerly, passed through the hem, but is now laid flat all round; and is generally of the changeable, or mistake ribband. The spenser à la Turk as described in our last Number, is much worn in a morning. The coloured silk bonnet, formed of handkerchiefs, are very general, as are those of sarsnet, covered with leno, or muslin; these are mostly of the turban, or Minerva shape. Caps of lace, muslin, or spider net, are much in vogue; they are worn either with a plaiting of net round, which is often continued under the chin, a flower is sometimes introduced in front, or on the side; the mob cap is on the decline.

The coloured tambour, or shawl bordering, is making rapid advances in the sphere of fashion; when attached to a printed dress, the latter ornament must ever be considered as a redundant and vulgar addition, but a border of tambour or embroidery in well-chosen and well-arranged colours, on cambric muslin, or even a delicate printed border on plain jaconet, or mull muslin, has an animated and pleasing effect. We are led to believe that this last mentioned decoration will be generally adopted in the winter, as also white and coloured bugle trimmings.

The Turkish robe of lavender coloured sarsent, is a very new and elegant habit; it is lined with white, and has a plaiting of net round a falling collar, continued down the sides of the robe, which flows open, and discovers a chemisette of the same material as that of which the robe is formed. Straw hats are not so distinguishing an ornament as formerly; those of the gipsy and double turban form are the only ones admitted by females of the haut ton. Bouquets are but partially adopted, and are never seen but on women of taste; we could wish to observe this simple and native ornament more prevalent; a rose, a sprig of geranium, myrtle, or jessamine, either separate, or blended, has a most lively effect, and attracts by its simplicity. Large silk shawls have been seen on many of our women of fashion; they were lately the distinguishing ornament of two young brides, celebrated for their rank and beauty; who wore them thrown over one shoulder, and the contrary end brought under the opposite arm, and flowing in a kind of Grecian fold over a dress of white muslin. These elegant and interesting females wore their hair in simple curls on the forehead; the one had a diamond broach in front, and a comb to correspond; the other wore the comb only. The pea blossom of foil is a new and attractive ornament, it is generally worn in front of the hair, or on the side of the temple over the left eye. We observe very few females with plain bands of hair, they are now relieved with a few curls; the common mode of wearing the hair is by parting it near the forehead; and that which ornaments the back of the head is twisted in the form of a cable, or formed into a small bow, and fastened with a diamond, pearl, or gold comb; the velvet band is often seen, and ornaments of various kinds. Shoes and gloves of Melbourn brown, dove-colour, or straw. The prevailing colours are lavender blossom, pink, yellow, and lemon. The mistake ribband is much used in trimmings on the gipsy cloak, or at the bottom of a plain muslin dress it has a particularly striking and pleasing effect. Work and lace is introduced in all parts of the dress; and the feathered border of tufted cotton, or lamb’s wool, in colours, is quite a new invention, and is likely to become very prevalent.

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