Tea is a Cup of Life
"Well, well," The Teaseller smiled as he returned from the storage room with a fresh tin of vanilla black tea. "I must say, I didn't quite expect you to actually stop in, Mr. Chau. Welcome." He'd changed clothes since their last meeting, now in a lighter, more Middle-Eastern styled getup. His hair was longer as well, tied up in a short ponytail. Nice as high boots and waistcoats were, summer in Hong Kong was no laughing matter. [[hope it's okay for me to just jump in like this]]

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Hannibal smiled , looking around the shop quickly. The place was posh, decorated quite to his tastes, with beautiful decor and fancy looking tea boxes and accessories. “I said I would.” Hannibal says. “Very nice setup you got here.” He leans against the counter. “What would you suggest? Gimmie the best blend in the joint.”

Conjuring a second teacup, he poured an opalescence from the third spout for himself before shrinking the Teapot back down to pendant size. “For those who ask it, and those who need it,” The Teaseller explained with a slight shrug, sipping his own tea. Smiling again, he added, “I’m glad you enjoy yours.”

Hannibal grinned. The man was all about theatrics, which he could appreciate. “Well I’m sure you’ll do just fine around here, people love this kinda shit. All smoke and mirrors, though I doubt you need any slight of hand to help with your display..” He looks at the pendant, shaking his head. 

"I do have some skill at sleight-of-hand, actually," he replied with a hint of amusement. "There’s only so much within my ability. But yes, I have been doing well." He paused for another sip of tea. "Though to be honest, yours is the first custom blend I’ve served since I arrived. I’m glad the unplanned jump had no ill effects."

Mythology Asks
Anubis: How do you feel about death?
Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?
Bastet: Do you have any cats?
Hathor: What brings you joy?
Horus: What is one thing you've had to fight for in your life?
Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld?
Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance?
Thoth: Do you like to read/write?
Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?
Bran: How is your health?
Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father.
Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?
Danu: What is your relationship with your mother?
Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?
Olwen: What is your favorite flower?
Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?
Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to?
Freya: Have you ever been in love?
Freyr: Do you have any children?
Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person?
Iounn: How old are you?
Loki: What is the best trick you've ever pulled on someone?
Odin: What is your family like?
Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful?
Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it?
Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?
Ares: Are you an easy person to anger?
Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?
Apollo: Do you play any instruments?
Dionysus: Do you drink?
Hades: Do you have a bad reputation?
Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?
Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?
Poseidon: Are you a moody person?
Zeus: Are you a confident person?
Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable?
Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die?
Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?
Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight?
Minerva: Do you generally give good advice?
Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped?
Plutus: Do you have a job?
Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken?
Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can?
Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?
For the purpose of character-building, feel free to send an ask regarding anything you would like to know about my character~

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circus au

aware they are media au

space au

space pirate au

trucker au

highschool au but as teachers not children stop writing stories about 14 year olds doing it

bankrobber au

superpowers exist but they dont have them au

jobswap au

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Fifty Shades of Domestic Abuse

50 Shades of Damaging Stereotypes 

Fifty Shades of Wanna Guess How Many People Will Be Hospitalized Due To Flesh Wounds From Improper Knots After The Movie?

50 Shades of Glorified Abuse

50 Shades of Kidney Damage from Incompetent Crop Use

Fifty Shades of Pathological Violence Due To Past Trauma Isn’t Kink

painful starters
"Loving you was a mistake."
"I hate you."
"You left me alone."
"There's nothing left to say."
"Was s/he better for you?"
"I'm sorry ---- I'm sorry I left you there."
"What do you mean, it's over?"
"Please don't say that."
"I can't forgive you."
"You turned your back on me!"
"You don't get to come back and try to win me again."
"I'm not giving a seconds change."
"What do you care if I die?"
"What do you care if I get hurt?"
"Who are you again?"
"This is over."
"I don't want to see you again."
"I can't do this. I can't see you anymore."
"I can't see you with her/him."
"I need to leave."
✿ send me a floral question ✿
Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?
Jasmine: What color looks best on you?
foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?
Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?
Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?
Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?
Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?
Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?
Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?
Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?
Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?
Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?
Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?
Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?
Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?
Poppy: What color was your childhood home?
Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
Violet: Do you like where you're from?
Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?
Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?
Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?
Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?
Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?
Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?
Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?
Dandelion: Do you think you're important?
"Well, well," The Teaseller smiled as he returned from the storage room with a fresh tin of vanilla black tea. "I must say, I didn't quite expect you to actually stop in, Mr. Chau. Welcome." He'd changed clothes since their last meeting, now in a lighter, more Middle-Eastern styled getup. His hair was longer as well, tied up in a short ponytail. Nice as high boots and waistcoats were, summer in Hong Kong was no laughing matter. [[hope it's okay for me to just jump in like this]]

contrabandkaijuparts:

theteaseller:

contrabandkaijuparts:

Hannibal smiled , looking around the shop quickly. The place was posh, decorated quite to his tastes, with beautiful decor and fancy looking tea boxes and accessories. “I said I would.” Hannibal says. “Very nice setup you got here.” He leans against the counter. “What would you suggest? Gimmie the best blend in the joint.”

His answering smile had a sort of feline quality to it. “Well then. There is no better brew…” He removed the shrunken Teapot from where it hung on a cord around his neck. “…Than the one made just for you.” A flourishing twist of his hands, and the silver, four-spouted Teapot expanded to its full size of about two feet tall.
The Teaseller paused then, leaning over the counter a little, face a couple inches from Hannibal’s as his blue-black eyes searched the other’s features intently. He murmured things like, “Hmm, yes”, “As I thought”, and “But perhaps…?” under his breath.
Straightening up again with another smile, he placed a hand in front of himself for a brief moment. As he lifted it away, a silver teacup materialized and he began to pour. From the bottom spout came the warm orange of a sunrise; from the second, a pale jade green; the third poured blue deep as a sapphire, and from the topmost spout, tiny burgundy cubes dropped in to immediately dissolve. When the tea stilled, it had turned the rich gold hue of whiskey.
The Teaseller placed the cup in front of Hannibal. “To enrich what you possess—not in your pockets, but your soul.”

Hannibal laughed. “Quite a show you’ve got goin’ here.” He says, taking the cup. “Very impressive.”

He eyes the liquid carefully. It was rare he would drink or eat anything without being a bit wary of it first. He had seen this tea being prepared, but that didn’t clear up any concerns about what was in it. Despite that, he felt…compelled to drink it. 

He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. The tea was warm, not scalding, and the flavor… 

The underlying spice mixed with the sugar, dulling it to just a slight burn on his tongue. The earthy taste of the green tea mixed with the tiniest bit of sweetness… 

"It’s delicious." Hannibal says. "You make personal blends for everyone who comes in this joint?" 

Conjuring a second teacup, he poured an opalescence from the third spout for himself before shrinking the Teapot back down to pendant size. “For those who ask it, and those who need it,” The Teaseller explained with a slight shrug, sipping his own tea. Smiling again, he added, “I’m glad you enjoy yours.”

"Well, well," The Teaseller smiled as he returned from the storage room with a fresh tin of vanilla black tea. "I must say, I didn't quite expect you to actually stop in, Mr. Chau. Welcome." He'd changed clothes since their last meeting, now in a lighter, more Middle-Eastern styled getup. His hair was longer as well, tied up in a short ponytail. Nice as high boots and waistcoats were, summer in Hong Kong was no laughing matter. [[hope it's okay for me to just jump in like this]]

contrabandkaijuparts:

Hannibal smiled , looking around the shop quickly. The place was posh, decorated quite to his tastes, with beautiful decor and fancy looking tea boxes and accessories. “I said I would.” Hannibal says. “Very nice setup you got here.” He leans against the counter. “What would you suggest? Gimmie the best blend in the joint.”

His answering smile had a sort of feline quality to it. “Well then. There is no better brew…” He removed the shrunken Teapot from where it hung on a cord around his neck. “…Than the one made just for you.” A flourishing twist of his hands, and the silver, four-spouted Teapot expanded to its full size of about two feet tall.
The Teaseller paused then, leaning over the counter a little, face a couple inches from Hannibal’s as his blue-black eyes searched the other’s features intently. He murmured things like, “Hmm, yes”, “As I thought”, and “But perhaps…?” under his breath.
Straightening up again with another smile, he placed a hand in front of himself for a brief moment. As he lifted it away, a silver teacup materialized and he began to pour. From the bottom spout came the warm orange of a sunrise; from the second, a pale jade green; the third poured blue deep as a sapphire, and from the topmost spout, tiny burgundy cubes dropped in to immediately dissolve. When the tea stilled, it had turned the rich gold hue of whiskey.
The Teaseller placed the cup in front of Hannibal. “To enrich what you possess—not in your pockets, but your soul.”

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