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[missallanea]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀. an independent & selective & mutuals-only multi-fandom multi-muse. as loved by missa. 31. she / her. pst-7. low activity. 18+ only. personal blogs & minors blocked on sight.

chance the clown. demona. maximilian calypse. mileena. tsireya. varang. zoe graystone.

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[missallanea]

taking a mini health break but I'm lurking. ;w; I'll be back.

[missallanea]

taking a mini health break but I'm lurking. ;w; I'll be back.

[missallanea]

Having some weird health issues so might be quiet tonight.

[missallanea]

Sorry I got nothing written today, I...... made faerie wings.

EDIT to show the wings and the spool purse ;w; please be kind it's my first time making wings.

the spool is like 80% cardboard, so... y'know. could definitely look nicer but I'm also very happy with her.

as for the wings... the felt looks ugly but that's the bit that goes down the back of my dress. These have been a struggle and honestly I will probably NEVER make wings again. The prices are warranted this was Not Fun. ;w;

[stygicniron]

       — With only the dead for company.

indie Ni.co di Angelo from PJO and subsequent works | Private | Selective promo credit : wistcrias || Non-RP blogs - do not reblog

[inkmemesarchive]

the  amazing  devil  lyric  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  their  entire  discography  to  date.  trigger  warnings  for  religion,  depression,  alcohol,  war, sex,  &  more.  some  (  but  very  few  )  lyrics  have  been  tweaked  to  work  better  as  full  sentences.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡  this  is  a  long  post.

“i can’t do this.”

“never say how much you missed her, or that you kissed her sister.”

“fuck all your plans i’m bored.”

“i promise you i’ll be better.”

“i made a vow out to the gods.”

“wе didn’t talk. we made universеs out of bitten lips and broken hands.”

“she laughs as though she’s not heard the joke ten thousand times before.”

“we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

“you used to buy me scotch, but now too much is never enough.”

“these aren’t tears, it’s just the rain that wasn’t brave enough to fall.”

“don’t you realise? they’re just battle cries, dear.”

“stop asking why i’m sad; just know it’s enough to know i’m sad.”

“stop listening to the smiths.”

“if you asked me, i would lose it all, like petals in a storm.”

“it’s getting late.”

“you’re lying on some coats.”

“whatever you do, don’t turn.”

“run until your lungs are numb.”

“run to show that love’s worth running to.”

“it cannot be a lie if no-one hears.”

“how unreasonably in love i am with everything you do.”

“they might laugh because you’re leaving, but know we’ll sing your name when you come home.”

“for christ’s sake just say something.”

“our love is shown in the letting go.”

“this isn’t a break up, dear heart, it’s a season finale.”

“and i’ll withstand what’s written for the writer in you.”

“they’re discussing champagne.”

“i pack what is needed for thе journey to come: all my books, all my bracken and booze.”

“who’ll save you when you fall?”

“sing me awake with a song about pirates.”

“i’m not lonely if i’m with you.”

“welcome to ruin.”

“i do my best to breathe, but they’re stealing all the air.”

“i’m dolled up, love.”

“remember today you’re enough.”

“know we’ll always love you, even though you’re leaving us behind.”

“so breathe, breathe, just breathe.”

“it’s nought that rum won’t solve.”

“every time we watch netflix we spend two hours deciding what to watch on netflix.”

“i’m between that ‘just one more’ and ‘drank too much again’.”

“this here is not singing, i’m just screaming in tune.”

“i don’t know what to do, how to help her, how to bring her home.”

“i can’t wait to show you how much i know you can be.”

“let’s wander, ‘til the fuckers demand an encore.”

“some fictions we took to mean fate.”

“the party swirls around me in a dress i can’t afford.”

“if by palace you mean that asbestos, and beans from a tin, and the gin that we brewed in the bathtub.”

“it’s not fair how much i love you.”

“it’s what my heart just yearns to say in ways that can’t be said.”

“a storm is coming on.”

“come on, love, please don’t start.”

“never really liked the pattern that much on the wallpaper so anyway.”

“you brought me through this darkness but you left me here behind.”

“i’ve got something in my eye.”

“they’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art.”

“i’ve seen enough.”

“you’ll love the way i tell it.”

“for some reason you’ve painted the kitchen lime green.”

“you’re the words that i promise i don’t mean.”

“i surrender what was, what could have been.”

“got a headache that just won't shift.”

“it’s what my rotting bones will sing when the rest of me is dead.”

“i know the kindest thing is to leave you alone.”

“i wish that i could take his hand, but where i’m going is for me and me alone.”

“i chipped my teeth on every joke you cracked.”

“and when i think i’m fine, you’ll visit.”

“tell the truth to me, love, does my hair look as nice as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes?”

“i will bring you ruin in everything i do.”

“i might not make it tonight.”

“you angel heart. you monster, oh, some godforsaken prospero.”

“if you knew all that i’d done …”

“remember me i ask.”

“they’re running out of things to hold.”

“back then you had hair and your smile was so sublime.”

“if you knew all that i’d done … the hearts i’ve broken.”

“write me well my love, write me weird, write me willing, write me well.”

“don’t say anything.”

“you don’t see daylight anymore.”

“don’t you know that it’s not all about you anyway?”

“i promise you i’ll try.”

“pray for me ‘cause i won’t pray for you.”

“let’s hide under the covers.”

“she sang, ‘do you think i’m sexy?’ and oh god i really did.”

“and for some godforsaken reason i’m still here, love, like i’ve always been before.”

“we’ll build a den out of pillows and get drunk again.”

“all that matters is that you’re here.”

“just because i left doesn’t mean that i’m not still there.”

“i’ve waited oh so long for you to come.”

“it seems to me that you can’t sleep.”

“oh, if one more guy calls me darling then i swear to you and to god i will murder them all.”

“wе’re both unwanted daughters.”

“do you like my dress? it’s got pockets.”

“there’s only faces of the unfamous dead; full of people just pretending to be brave.”

“i’ve run out of my words, my song, just let me die.”

“so one last time, love, come and rip my clothes off.”

“when you think about him, my wings start to flap.”

“don’t you think i look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?”

“run for all the things you wished you’d done.”

“why are you wearing all that make up?”

“and now, even though you’re mad and these memories won’t stay, that’s okay, 'cause then i get to meet you for the first time every single day.”

“i’m learning to be so much more than my tiredness.”

“gonna go home and show my cat some memes.”

“can’t you see that i’m enough for you but you don’t want me to be, 'cause that means you’ll actually have to be content?”

“i don’t find this easy like you.”

“i loved him then, i love him still.”

“you can’t rehearse the chorus, but the verse is sweet.”

“i steal the hours and turn the night into day.”

“i don’t know how to reach you when you get like this.”

“i’m the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned.”

“you’re not a coward 'cause you cower; you’re brave because they broke you, yet broken still you breathe.”

“i’m at the brink, don’t laugh.”

“i’d bruise you.”

“i’ll run until i begin to understand what holy men really mean when they speak of sin.”

“i said ‘pour’ and forgot to say ‘when’.”

“​​champagne’s the main course.”

“we’ll dance together so close we’re sharing breath.”

“i wish i’d known these stones were something i could save.”

“i love you less.”

“get a grip, we’re grownups.”

“let’s take this outside 'cause we’re one and the same.”

“a broken pot can still hold water.”

“i spend my days so close to you 'cause if i’m standing here, maybe everyone will think i’m alright.”

“think of all the horrors that i promised you i’d bring.”

“can you pass me the lighter mate?”

“i’m fine, it’s just a ‘sitting down in the shower’ day.”

“now take a good long look at what you’ve done to me.”

“with you, i could summon the gods and the stars.”

“gonna go home and dress my cat up like batman.”

“on that tree i’ll carve your name ‘cause in years to come we both know we won’t be the same.”

“we can both barely stand.”

“i can smell the smoke of hell.”

“if there was one place i could be right now, i’d be standing there between you and him.”

“ ‘cause darling, i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades.”

“i raged so much.”

“you are that space that’s in between every page, every chord and every screen.”

“i’m all yours.”

“i try so hard to make you laugh at me.”

“but like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it’s my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse.”

“i’m so sorry, i’ve done it again.”

“it’s up to you now.”

“i get to watch you grow up now and make me proud, make all of those mistakes that make me laugh.”

“where’s the vodka?”

“something’s sucking out your core.”

“what you see is not the dark, it’s just the gods upturning inkpots.”

“who died and made you king of it all?”

“it seems to me that you you can’t dance for shit.”

“there’s no fucking way you’re from [place].”

“we didn’t talk.”

“and the candle we lit, well we’ll use it to burn this whole place to the ground.”

“he said, hey, darling, hey, hey, darling, hey.”

“i know they think i’m nightmare.”

“take my hand, let us waltz for the dead.”

“for you, i would have gone so much blonder.”

“it’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when i’m actually really fucking cross at you for something.”

“go tell them how we failed you.”

“symphonies and sweat and sex mean nothing when you are obsessed with sin and soil and strength and song and all the words that came out wrong and him.”

“we don’t know what’s out there.”

“i look into the waters and see a face i don’t recognise.”

“let’s try and fit into the same pair of stretchy old track pants and just roll around inside each other for three whole days.”

“we showed the world that we exist.”

“your smile tells me i’m safe.”

“it’s like all the wallpaper inside my heart is slowly slowly peeling off and i’m showing all the stains and things they wrote on the wall before.”

“might you allow me to slip into something more comfortable then?”

“you stole the best years of my life.”

“all hell and its fire waits for us.”

“we’ll make our christmas decorations out of toilet roll tubes and tinfoil.”

“how bold i was, could be - will be - still am, by god still am.”

“it’s what i meant.”

“welcome to my table, bring your hunger.”

“you’re the one who told me my hair looked better black.”

“i’ll sing silence, and ask my glass of wine for guidance.”

“what changed?”

“'then maybe you’d still be snuggled here in my bed watching netflix. and now i can’t 'cause you changed the password when you left.”

“i wish that i’d been brave.”

“we callеd them all liars.”

“but you lack the conviction to look at me straight and say yes.”

“there’s something changed.”

“give me two damn minutes and i’ll be fine.”

“you watch the stars hurl all their fundaments in wonderment.”

“get drunk for me, sing louder than you’ve sung for me.”

“what’s that hold that the big dark king of nothing has got on you?”

“but i’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a fucking clue.”

“i cannot sleep when all you do is cry.”

“i toast to their talents.”

“how wrong you were.”

“i tried, i really fucking tried.”

“'cause although you say good day to me, i know i don’t belong.”

“sweet nothings are screamed not spoken.”

“back then i was dauntless.”

“all the bastards applaud when i show that i’m flawed.”

“now my ink’s blood-red, not black.”

“it’s just sometimes nice to feel what it’s like to be in someone else’s coat.”

“you were raised by wolves and voices.”

“i mop up what is left of my lungs.”

“i could try to calm you down but i know you won’t.”

“it’s my dad’s.”

“you were supposed to be my light and keep me safe against them all. how could you leave me here?”

“everyone knows how sex is better when you’re unemployed.”

“and i laugh, and i laugh ‘cause laughing right now, it’s all, it’s all that i have.”

“farewell wanderlust, you’ve been oh so kind.”

“you’re not flawed darling, you’re just a little under-rehearsed.”

“it’s never my intention but it happens all the same.”

“your eyes aren’t rivers there to weep, but a place for crows to rest their feet.”

“i’m not going to scream, beat my chest at the wind. i’m doing fine.”

“you’ll never get your dinner if you don’t learn how to get along.”

“oh we, we’re gonna get on.”

“i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right.”

“i would have stayed if you’d had asked.”

“fret not dear heart.”

“i’m here and i’m alive.”

“this is us, this is me, and this how we’re meant to be.”

“i cannot find the words to keep you.”

“come rest for the winter, wear my jumper all night long.”

“you look like i need a drink.”

“are you god or devil?”

“i’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say.”

“i’ll play our song to see if the piano’s in tune.”

“come rip up the flesh of my fears.”

“do you think she even knows i bought my shoes from oxfam?”

“could be ghosts or monsters or a robot vampire, i dunno.”

“what the hell went wrong, 'cause we had this planned.”

“without you, i’m stronger, i’m no longer filled with wonder.”

“the best laid plans had it all planned.”

“oh darling lord, how you make me laugh.”

“look at me as you say this, don’t look at your phone.”

“i know i won’t be long ‘cause i know i don’t belong.”

“can’t you see that i’m enough for you but you don’t want me to be?”

“do y’know what they cost?”

“if god make us all in his image, then god’s a fucking nerd.”

“if i’m good, will you come back?”

“is that what you think of me now?”

“i should go home.”

“i’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if i’m standing here maybe everyone will think i’m cool.”

“i know she’s giving up.”

“he’s falling out of touch.”

“you don’t have to be brilliant.”

“i promise you there’s more.”

“i need a drink or two.”

“you dad will forget the words.”

“and i love you, don’t you know.”

“do i have to be who i am?”

“i’ll give them back.”

“i’ll yell it from the rooftops for you.”

“it’s just your voice learning for once to stand up tall.”

“every night i hear them howling.”

“for a time there is timelessness.”

“you’re all mine.”

“you gave us such a fright.”

“i won’t let you turn our last night into this.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to come home.”

“let not them hear the mutterings of all your fears.”

“i know exactly what i want, and it’s this life that we’ve created.”

“this here is not makeup, it’s a porcelain tomb.”

“my heart is tearing pages from that funny story i rehearsed.”

“i’m not lonеly, i just like being on my own.”

“are you cain, 'cause i’m not abel.”

“yeah, well i’m sorry too.”

“take me back to that dance hall where you got thrown out 'cause they thought you were drunk.”

“you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear.”

“for the first time in all my life, i know i’m more than what i fear.”

“i’ll take my fucking time.”

“can’t we just talk about this?”

“certainly fucking feels like it.”

“i’m not telling but you can fuck off if no one will come back for you.”

“you’re better than this.”

“you’re going too fast.”

“he’s got so much fucking hair.”

“sometimes i fall to pieces, just to see what bits of me don’t fit.”

“of all the flowers you picked, i knew you would forget forget-me-nots.”

“don’t you ever wonder what could have been?”

“my dress is on fire.”

“we don’t have time to fuck around.”

“i will be the man my father never was.”

“the oldies at the back try their best to hack their way out with the gardener’s pruning shears.”

“did you tell them about the time we met?”

“your face lights up like you’ve woken up from this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you.”

“if we join our hands in prayer enough to god, i imagine it all starts to sound like applause.”

“and fucking bastard what is it.”

“but now i’m leading doesn’t that just scare you to death?”

“although you hold my hand and say ‘i love you,’ you are wrong.”

“they’ll sing of every time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child.”

“let’s dance together.”

“i hope to god i’m not the first.”

“we’re drunk but drinking.”

“a new us has begun.”

“i will try to harmonise.”

“witness me, old man, i am the wild.”

“please don’t do this, my heart is breaking.”

“my head’s not yours it’s mine.”

“stop making up death wishes.”

“you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright.”

“want some pancakes?”

“i can’t do this, you don’t understand.”

“they’ll speak of me in whispered tones and say my name like it shakes their bones.”

“i’m stronger now than you have ever known.”

“you couldn’t lie then and you sure as hell can’t lie to me now.”

“so long to the person you begged me to be.”

“nothing quite prepares you for when they don’t come back.”

“i forgot to pack them lunches.”

“he’s awesome, like me.”

“flirting at the back of a bookshop.”

“i forgive them at last.”

“if you ever touch or harm him, please rest assured that you might not fear a man, but to a woman by the end you’ll kneel and plea.”

“why won’t you just tell them all to fuck off, love, and be mine?”

“welcome to the storm, i am thunder.”

“i’d burn so bright it blinded.”

“it’s not fair 'cause you make me ache, you bastard.”

“i’d catch you every time you fell.”

“give me back my heart, you wingless thing.”

“can’t you hear that scratching? there’s something at the door.”

“you say the words so often that i barely know the meaning.”

“you are in the earth of me.”

“do you like my accent?”

“why won’t you believe i love you if i’m not hurting you?”

“oh, the hearts i’ve broken …”

“what you hear is not silence, it’s just the trees waiting to hear what next you’ll hum.”

“that creaking you hear in my bones is not pain, it’s applause.”

“don’t turn around dear.”

“with every strength i have, i ask if you play d&d.”

“hold my hand.”

“my friends are telling me i’m pissed.”

“you try so hard.”

“run for all you know that’s coming.”

“you brought me to this party but you left me here behind.”

“i love you.”

“i wish i’d done things different.”

“it doesn’t know how to get out.”

“i don’t know, but i’m here, i’m all yours, dear heart, don’t cry.”

“i look at the phone on the floor and i drink that nice wine you were saving.”

“watch me choke at your bad joke.”

“they said it all comes down to you.”

“i won’t leave without a fight.”

“when you were young, you’d kick things just to see if they would fall.”

“i know the kindest thing is to never leave you alone.”

“’cause i’m not trapped, with you, you see - you’re the one who’s trapped with me.”

“christ, you’ll be the death of me.”

“you’re the one who told me to never look back.”

“my jokes are my armour, and my kindness is my sword.”

“i make jokes to show how broken i really am.”

“you were in a band.”

“remember today you are loved.”

“hold me, lover, like you used to.”

“and i will wait and hope and rest my head at night content knowing where my marbles went.”

“me wearing your clothes just to surprise you when you come home all tired of those wankers that you serve all night.”

“it’s saving me now, love.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to carry on without you here?”

“the wine stains hide the tears.”

“you rip my ribcage open and devour what’s truly yours.”

“what’s the point anymore?”

“don’t lie with your eyes, you know i despise that look.”

“oh my god it’s so unfair.”

“be good to me.”

“and that drink, will it fix all those questions unasked?”

“i am the wild.”

“i know you’re strong enough to do this on your own.”

“i know that i’ve been through the wars.”

“you’re the thigh-high hemline i just can’t stop staring at.”

“he doesn’t understand.”

“today i somehow understand the reason i was born.”

“fuck you.”

“but where you see weakness i see wit.”

“the minute i met you, the colours of my life began to pour.”

“try please try for me.”

“i pick up the phone, dial your number and wait.”

“i’ve loved you, for a hundred years.”

“why so sad?”

“if my old mum could see me now, oh how she’d howl.”

“i put up fairy lights just to distract you.”

“i’ve even learned to cook.”

“you’ve no clue how to sew.”

“we’d hate to see your mascara drip into your pint.”

“i’m filming shit on that camera you nicked.”

“you don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not.”

“our gods have abandoned us.”

“i’m the tales that the guests will applaud and believe.”

“a song you know's begun.”

“oh those folks will run and tell the tales of what i’ve become.”

“where have you been?”

“i’m the captain of courage you’ve eternally lacked.”

“i watched that woman drown.”

“where i’m going is for me and me alone.”

“i’ll run until i begin to understand what holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin.”

“it’s so boring.”

“you dragged us both into the darkness that grows.”

“tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your hand on the wall as you go.”

“it’s not fair 'cause you make me weep when i’m just trying to watch the office with my yoghurt.”

“be good, be safe, be kind.”

“what’s left is the mess that you left when you told me i wasn’t right in the head.”

“go tell them how we fucked you up.”

“i don’t want them to go.”

“just relax and come to bed with me.”

“you try so loud to love me; i cannot seem to hear.”

“i’ll darn you back together.”

“tomorrow’s jokes have yet to be laughed at or said.”

“i promise you i’m not broken.”

“i promise to be patient.”

“i’ve been here so many times before.”

“you’re so beautiful to me.”

“i’m untangling my headphones ‘cause sometimes they’re the only thing that keeps my head in place.

“i’m going to binge watch a box set, drink wine, reminisce.”

“pour me wine by my bed.”

“i’ll watch her ruin her life and dye her hair bright colours.”

“you promise to be kind.”

“oh, darling, please be mine.”

“i drag myself like a rug in the rain.”

“i’m your angel ellipsis, your devil of dots.”

“i promise you i’ll write.”

“i’m the saint of the paint that was left in the pot.”

“it’s so boring to see you tired all the time.”

“i’m scared of the dark.”

“these hands are growing cold.”

“i know your fingernails are the colour of rust.”

“if i don’t make it back from where i’ve gone, just know i loved you all along.”

“you’re the one who asked me if i’m feeling ok.”

“honey i’m no man, i’m what’s left when children go to war.”

“back then i wasn’t hopeful.”

“just watch me burn.”

“i’ll make a hundred paper planes to decorate our tiny room.”

“why won’t you let me follow in your footsteps as you trek into that underground world?”

[missallanea]

lurking! Mal's gonna put on Indiana Jones because I've never seen any of these films.

[missallanea]

I love when the dash becomes an echo chamber of love. It's so good for my health. ;w;

[madefate]

໒꒱ ‧₊ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆? 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆? / on madefate.

[pompedia]

      ❛ 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐒 ❜

#𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀: a pretty large multi muse blog featuring Charlotte La Bouff from Disney's The Princess and the Frog, as well as lots of other muses from lots of other fandoms and media.

 ❛ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 ❜

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[plasticsouled]

ㅤㅤbut i don’t need to believe everything that i read ㅤi can see there’s a demon that’s stealing my peace a disease that never leaves until i sing through gritted teeth

*independent. selective. mutuals only. *multi fandom multi muse. written by Sal. *featuring Lox, a fandomless sci-fi horror inspired original character. *rules. muses roster. pinned post.

personal blogs/non-roleplaying blogs: do NOT reblog!!!

[melpcmene]

THIS WORLD IS MADE OF LOVE & PEACE ||| #MELPCMENE (MULTI-MUSE) FEATURING VASH THE STAMPEDE : THE HUMANOID TYPHOON. (INCLUDING MILLY THOMPSON) LOVED BY EMMETT (29) TRANSMASC ENBY (HE/THEM/THEY)

[missallanea]

{ MISSALLANEA. 1. a collection of unrelated items, objects, or writings. 2. an over-caffeinated theatre kid. 3. three possums in a trench coat. 4. a writer of insufferable prose. 5. the patron saint of no impulse control. forever adding more muses from obscure sources. 18+. as adored by missa. }

[writingtides]

❝ Just try to keep up ! ❞

#writingtides - a multi muse blog featuring Shadow the Hedgehog from the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise. With other various muses. Written by Kris Template found here (X)

[necroticboop]

HEY!

Do you like supporting small businesses? How about queer-owned, women-owned businesses that do amazing work for their local community? Do you like tea with a side of nerdiness?

My favorite local tea shop, the amazing Friday Afternoon Tea, is having financial troubles and at risk of needing to close their doors. It is an incredibly difficult time for independent businesses right now. This shop is such a gem of the community, and I want to do whatever I can to help raise awareness for them.

SO, HOW CAN YOU HELP?

Check out Friday Afternoon Tea in Washington at 4228 Stone Way N, Seattle! They have a wonderfully comforting storefront where you can shop, try their new brews and treats, and hang out! They even host a number of monthly events, including Tea and Tabletop, Silent Book Club, and the Neighborhood Craft & Chat!

Can't visit in-person? Check out their website, where you can order a large number of their seasonal and nerd-themed teas to be shipped domestically or internationally! If you want to do a little extra good, you could even purchase one of their ChariTeas, which would help both the shop and a charity! Might I recommend a personal favorite, the Earl Gay?

Not a big tea person yourself? Maybe considering buying a gift card for your family and friends who are! Gift cards are a great way to financially support the shop without immediately adding to their workload.

Unable to help out financially? Consider sharing this post here on Tumblr and engaging with the shops posts on TikTok and Instagram! Getting more eyes on the shop will inevitably help draw folks in. Word of mouth does wonders, especially for a niche business like a nerdy tea shop!

Friday and her shop does so much for our community, it only feels right that her community should rally around her in turn. As the shop says, tea is an act of love, and I want to pour my love for them back into their pot.

[cursedguardian]

   The thing was — Jade being here was an accident. One moment she had been back on Oninoshima, and then suddenly a rift had pulled her into what felt like a different planet altogether. Though she would discover she could breathe the air of this place despite everything, most likely a result of her magic.

   Jade had marveled at the nature of this planet as she passed through, yet as she traveled the landscape had changed. It was more dry and dead here, as if a forest had burned to nearly nothing. The only reason she kept going was because she spotted signs of a village of sorts out this way.

   Now surrounded by beings she had never seen before, Jade could only stare with astonishment at first. It was only realizing she was possibly in danger did she feel a stirring of fear within her chest.

   ❝I was only trying to find my way around for some help. If I crossed into your home, I apologize. I wouldn't have came this way had I known, promise.❞ The human's words are stern with sincerity, attempting to stand tall in case things went South quickly.

[missallanea]

Perhaps to her credit, Varang listens — she does not strike without purpose, the way the rest of the people assume that her kind behaves. Though she has reason; an outsider invading her territory was cause enough for her to strike them down... but there would be time enough for that, if push came to shove.

For now, the girl had captured the tsahìk's attention just enough to keep her alive.

❝ What help do you seek, air breather? ❞ The phrase is spoken delicately, pointedly, one hand loosely gesturing over the girl — who seemed none the wiser of her impressive ability to breathe Pandora's caustic atmosphere. At the least, it seemed this outsider was used to such changes. ❝ I see no wound on you, can smell no blood. Tell me... are you one of Eywa's blessed chosen, to breathe the way you do? ❞

There was mockery to her words, even as Varang moved closer, body language far from the threatening leader and more that of a curious girl. The sort of expression that spoke of a desire to take things apart, to understand.

❝ And why should we trust a word that you speak? ❞