Tea is a Cup of Life

[[ INACTIVE ]] Good day! You may call me The Teaseller - or just Teaseller, if you like. It doesn't particularly matter. At any rate, hello! I travel into different times, and occasionally different universes. However, the one constant is the tea. No matter who you are or what you do, I've got just the brew for you - if you'll pardon the rhyming. Feel free to drop by! [Independent OC RP blog] [Will RP with any canon/AU/UA/OC] [Tracked Tag: theteaseller ]

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(( THIS BLOG IS NOW OFFICIALLY RETIRED. ))

(( I apologize if this saddens anyone, but I will be retiring the Teaseller from the RP community. It's not anyone's fault; I've simply lost the muse for him. So, the last official canon will be:

The Teaseller was pulled from this verse by the Watch. It is doubtful he will ever stop longing to return to Brent and the community he grew to love, despite how it changed him. Before his departure, he left Brent a Silver ring and a note that said only, "I'm sorry we didn't have more time together. I love you, my ljubzhein. Goodbye. -T.S."

This blog will not be deleted, so anyone who wishes to go back and read threads, posts, asks, what have you, they can do so. However, I will be adding "inactive" to the URL.

Thank you, my friends. And fear not! I have other blogs if you wish to continue interacting with me:

teslacoilcowboy

cometrymykaijuparts

justabusboyinheels

notjustacallboy

turbochargedlearningcurve ))

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(( I'm really starting to think I should just retire The Teaseller. My muse for him has been starting to slip away lately, and I'm sorry, no offense, but it doesn't really seem worth it to keep a blog around for just one partner...?

I'd move him to Skype, but I've never been a fan of RPing on Skype or any chat-type thing--'cause even if I know the other person isn't expecting an immediate response, it just gives that feeling of urgency or immediacy.

I dunno. I'll probably try and talk about it with some people first. ))

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

[inked-black-books]

[thelastknightofbalder-blog]

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

[scenicroutes]

i know there’s a lot going on right now but let’s please not forget that the steubenville rapist went free this week and is back on his high school’s varsity football team

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Smut Threads can Be fun, But Cuddling, Kissing, and Enjoying Time together can be just as good. REBLOG if Sex is not the only thing your Muse wants With Mine and if it is Acceptable to Plot some Fluff and Cuddle RPs..

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Hurt rp Starters

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

[thedarkertruth]

Send me a “旦” If our muses haven’t interacted yet and but you want us to change that.

[valdsxmhet-deactivated20141022]

        Rolplayers                                            If you’re OC Friendly                             would you mind reblogging this                                so i can check out your blog                                         my dash is slow as shit

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Broken Chords of a Song (M!Aed Brent/The Teaseller)

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The rope tightened again to keep the Anon from moving, then sprouted spikes that stabbed into its grey flesh. "You aren’t welcome here," The Teaseller insisted, his tone utterly frigid. "Unless you’ve come to remove your curse from Brent, the best thing you can do for yourself is vanish." Another tautening of the spiked rope, the spikes pulling briefly through the Anon’s wounds. "No lies. I assure you, I will know if you do.”

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It winced as it felt the spikes dig into its skin, but its smile remained. “Now why would I do that? He’s on this way now to check on you. Maybe seeing a little puddle of me will convince him you are a killer. And he has no choice but to kill you.”

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"I won't kill you," The Teaseller countered. "I won't give you that satisfaction. ...But what he does to you when he finds out what you did, well, I can't control that." He was bluffing, he had no idea if the Anon's curse had been lifted yet--but he managed to hold his stony expression without betraying his uncertainty.

[coral]

You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via quitethehumanitarian)

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Broken Chords of a Song (M!Aed Brent/The Teaseller)

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When he woke, even before he opened his eyes, he could smell the Anon’s magic. It was too strong an odor to come from Brent—so he conjured another Silver rope to wrap around the Anon’s limbs, torso, and head. Only when the rope was pulled taut did The Teaseller sit up, glaring venomously at the grey being. "State the truth of your business here, swine, and you may leave in one piece. If you lie…" The rope tightened further. "…This rope can be an iron maiden in a blink."

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"Oooo~ I’m so scared." The anon wiggled its legs a bit only to say "I’m absolutely terrified! Eheheeee… Heard you bitching to the wind about me, so I thought I’d pay a lil’ visit~"

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The rope tightened again to keep the Anon from moving, then sprouted spikes that stabbed into its grey flesh. "You aren't welcome here," The Teaseller insisted, his tone utterly frigid. "Unless you've come to remove your curse from Brent, the best thing you can do for yourself is vanish." Another tautening of the spiked rope, the spikes pulling briefly through the Anon's wounds. "No lies. I assure you, I will know if you do."

[cartoonpolitics]

[blackfemmejeanvaljean]

my white protesters please remember that you’re rarely at the same risk we are when you stand up for what is right

[frumpyboyjuicebar-deactivated20]

I’m not gonna stop reblogging these reminders

[2500-tons-0f-awesome]

theteaseller started following you

Catching a strange scent Newt lifted his gaze from his work, seeing the newcomer arrive.

"Hey, boss is out at the moment, can I help?"

They seemed rather over dressed compared to Hannibal’s usual clientele who tended to adorn themselves in gaudy suits.

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Slippers whisking almost silently across the floor, The Teaseller smiled as he approached, "It's nothing of great urgency. Only that, a place like this must have many hard-working people, and I thought such diligence deserves a reward of fresh tea." He gestured to the silver Teapot slung over his shoulder.

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(( OMG I have 130 followers! ))

(( Thank you all so much! <3 ))

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Broken Chords of a Song (M!Aed Brent/The Teaseller)

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He smiled, the expression taut, fragile, and pained. “I am thousands of years old, ljubzhein. A few decades is nothing to me. I will wait, because I know this is not you, and I know the magic will fade. The powers of Anons are always temporary. They cannot best me.” The Teaseller bowed to the younger man, a bit stiffly. "I hope when we next meet, you will be yourself again. Farewell." He turned and walked back into his tea-shop. Only when the door was shut between them did he let himself collapse into sobs, doubled over and hugging himself tightly. After several minutes, he drew a deep breath and vented to the Anon responsible, even though they weren’t there. "Is this what you want? Do you so loathe the fleeting happiness of world-weary men that you seek to steal it at every turn? Are you never satisfied?! Is your cruelty so boundless?!" The walls creaked from the outpouring of his pain and rage. "Well, hear me now: you won’t succeed. You will never succeed. Whether this curse is a day or a decade, know that I will endure it. And know…that you and your kind have made an enemy of me."

Weary from the burst of raw emotion, The Teaseller placed the ‘Closed’ sign in the front window and headed up to the second floor. He flopped onto his bed, and was soon deep in a dreamless sleep.

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Well. Not quite so. 

The anon responsible was there. And stayed there, despite the outburst The Teaseller had. And was still there when the man woke up the next day, smiling at the end of the bed.

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When he woke, even before he opened his eyes, he could smell the Anon's magic. It was too strong an odor to come from Brent--so he conjured another Silver rope to wrap around the Anon's limbs, torso, and head. Only when the rope was pulled taut did The Teaseller sit up, glaring venomously at the grey being. "State the truth of your business here, swine, and you may leave in one piece. If you lie..." The rope tightened further. "...This rope can be an iron maiden in a blink."