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I really miss this teamaid of Wu. Barely got to write her before I had to take a hiatus ;v; Along with Wenji, she’s open for threads!

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Iced teapot made of rock crystal, trimmed with gilt filigree with emeralds and rubies, Nachalo

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Day 565 2015.11.07 Beijing

一人食 一人茶 Food for one, tea for one

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Anglo Indian Teapot, Wood and ivory.

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The Sahara teapot, plated with 18k gold and finished with Swarovski crystals.

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❁* ░  ❝ Why to wait till the battle field. Shouldn’t I just... try and tamper with their indulgences? A drunk man doesn’t ask what they drink. ❞ 

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A four legged cormorant teapot with thai writting symbol of the name Xiao Hua.

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My OC Macha @teapunzel and Wenji 8)

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crimsontigerlord:

     “Ah, no, it’s fine. That man seemed like trouble to me after all. Some people simply get what they deserve I’m sure,” he said, the drunkard received quite a beating ─with a mere kettle no less─ by this young lady, and suffered a lot because of it apparently, but he had it coming. Such people were nothing but a nuisance, as harsh as it may sound to some.

     “Raise your face, I’m merely visiting this tea house to check out what they have for sale. It’s actually the first time I’ve seen it around town so I just wanted to see it for myself, I’m guessing it’s quite new…” he stepped closer to the entrance, just to also take the chance to give a closer look to the structure, it was well-made and it really had an enticing aura about it.

     “Will you take me in? I’d be most honored if you showed me the premises.”

❁* ░  Her head rose just a bit, while her body was still bent forward, in sort of a half bow. Her expression resembled surprise. His response was something she really didn’t expect. It was fine? For her to take the order in her own hands, just like that 

          ❝ I - thank you... ❞ Macha sounded relieved, some caution remaining in her tone - just in case. She finally stood her back straight.  ❝ Yes. It is. Master recently got a bigger and better building.  My lord is the most welcomed and I shall be your hostess. Please, you may have any cabinet of your preference. ❞ She bowed her head again, gesturing him indoors a small hall would lead to bigger open space, but also smaller rooms for more privacy. After that, she would follow behind, as a servant. 

          ❝ We are aiming to offer the finest service in the city. ❞

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Repost & BOLD which lines of famous poetry apply to your muse:

Tagged by: @onnakabuki (( thank you so much! ))

Tagging: who ever hasn’t done this yet! feel free to tag me! ^_^

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness // starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again // do not go gentle into that good night // the sea is calm to-night // let us go then, you and i // april is the cruelest month // pretty women wonder where my secret lies // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i will show you fear in a handful of dust // and how shall I presume // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // tread softly because you tread on my dreams // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees // no man is an island // remember me when i am gone away // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul // when we wear the mask that grins and lies // death be not proud // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you // the art of losing isn’t hard to master // to see a world in a grain of sand // carries in itself the light of hidden flowers // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man // that crazed girl improving her music // come to me in the silence of the night // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all // if tarry space no limit knows // the shore of the heart where I have roots // come live with me and be my love // had we but world enough and time // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense / /bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness //what spring does with the cherry trees // how do i love thee? let me count the ways //heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream // he clasps the ring with crooked hands // had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths // but I, being poor, have only my dreams // I have spread my dreams under your feet // I went out to the hazel wood // with apple blossom in her hair // though I am old with wandering // I will find out where she has gone // the golden apples of the sun // and nodding by the fire // loved the sorrows of your changing face // and hid his face amid a crowd of stars // behold me, for I cannot sleep // though rose-leaves die of grieving // a little bit of everything // oh, never by way of advice // the reveille sang out in the yards of the barracks // he is not here; but far away // your hand upon my chest is my hand // as certain dark things are to be loved // your hands the color of a savage harvest // as if you were on fire from within // the plant that never blooms // vines on melancholy walls // alas it is a boring song but it works every time // those scattering blossoms don’t belong in this world // my heart, all of a sudden // shatters into a million pieces // rotting at the water’s edge // the moon has become hazy // ( also feel free to add lines when applicable )

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my cast iron tea set <3

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Well it’s not perfect but I can finally make some game icons to match game created icons! Look at her goooo~!

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@savageorchids

 ❁* ░  The weather was merciless at the day, forcing many farmers withdraw from the open fields. Macha had moved into nearby woods, partly in shade under the large leaved trees. She was still wearing a hat for protecting her head from sun. Upon every movement, she felt the long half braid tracing hot warm against her bare arms. Trying to hurry with gathering, as the heat was getting her. Short cut bangs glued against her forehead and the amount of water she got with her was almost gone, it was time to withdraw for the day.

Brightness blinded her gaze upon stepping to the bare road side. Her hand moved to shade her eyes which the hat wasn’t enough for. Her eyes narrowed for the painful contrast to the more shady forest side, but slowly getting used to the change. That was when she noticed a figure of a woman on the road, heading towards the direction she was about to pick. People traveled across the kingdoms all the time. For visiting relatives, or for business purposes. Occasionally Macha felt she couldn’t tell a difference in between a potential threat. There were warnings but as long as she wouldn’t talk about details, there should be no concern. She was told.

          ❝ Oh, greetings. Are you perhaps heading to the capital? ❞ She inquired with a friendly tone, as they would have closer a distance for discussion.  ❝ Perhaps I could join this path. ❞

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( .OOC ) Macha isn’t notably good in singing, rather decent, but I imagine she was taught some songs on her travels. What is the easiest way to learn a language and engage in interaction while suffering language barriers. Songs were something easy to participate with people, no matter of first pronouncing as long as everyone were having good time. She didn’t know what the words were about, until she improved. Over time, just hearing nothing but specific spoken Chinese for months surely offered her a good language bath before arriving her new homeland. Even nowadays she might hum some familiar tunes while working.

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zijings:

     Lu Su brightens up as she sits, pleased that she was comfortable enough to invite herself. Tea was best drank in the company of another, after all! He was a man of admittedly rich tastes, and tea was one of a few things he would allow himself to spend his money on without restraint. He secretly considered himself something of a connoisseur, but there was always more to be discovered - as this young woman had so clearly shown. It was an honour to meet somebody so invested in the art.

     He hums to himself as she explains the ingredients. “I have some knowledge of it, though I am looking more into the medicinal qualities it possesses,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Most of my blends would not be welcome in a teahouse. Though, there is this little purple flower from the Western regions– ‘lavender’ I believe it is called…”

❁* ░    Macha worked on the set, taking care of the tea and now pouring herself a cup. Lu Su was actually someone she had planned to reach at some point - not expecting the coincidence would bring the two meet this soon. The time didn’t feel ripe yet to speak about her little examinations on tea. Not until he implied about his interest in the medical qualities. 

           ❝ Lavender. I know it. Sweet and savory. Um... but about the medicinal qualities of tea. That is exactly what I have been looking for... ❞ she carefully continued the subject.  ❝ Tea houses are for refreshment, of course. Taste of certain medical plants are nothing of pleasing... There is something I have planned to present for a medical program of the soldiers, but I don’t think it is nearly finished. ❞

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crimsontigerlord:

     It had been such a long time ever since he had the chance to go the tea house, a place where he would usually take the chance to sip delicious tea, eat sweet snacks, and simply spend some good time either by himself or with others. This time, however, he went all alone, taking the chance that today he had a day off his usual duties, he went to another tea house that was in town. One he hadn’t heard of until now. Of course curiosity had hit him strongly, and he couldn’t help but pay that place a visit.

     He took a rather long walk towards the tea house, and saw it from after, nonetheless, when he was just approaching, he heard something. It was like a ruckus. Some people fighting over maybe, at first, he believed it to be two men inside the tea house, it suspicions were confirmed when he saw a man being dragged out of the area, but to his surprise, the one kicking him out was a young woman. A strong one at that. She held with with a very tight grip, and dealt with him with no effort. 

     Looking closely, Sun Quan elucidated that she was one of the tea maidens, but after what he saw, he couldn’t just dismiss her as an ordinary one. She was… Holding a big kettle in her hand. She was threatening to beat him with it! Astonishing. He even wondered for a moment how hardcore it would be to see the lady beating the hell out of that man with her teapot. The drunkard eventually fled the scene, and he couldn’t help but widen his eyes and stand there, dumbfounded. When she finally looked at him, he barely managed to speak.

     “I… Uh, is this the tea house…?”

❁* ░  Macha stood there. Watching the man eventually flee towards the direction pointed. It might bring her problems later on, but the tea maid was satisfied with her work. Hearing a man voice from other side, she turned with a shock in her face upon realizing he must have been one of the high standing. 

Her heart pounding upon facing the possible consequences so soon, she placed the large brass kettle down beside her feet and bowed deep in respect and apology. Ready to come with an explanation, even though the lord wasn’t demanding one. The scars from her past were drawn too deep, fearing her word would mean none to the authorities.

          ❝ I apologize you had to witness this, my lord. That man had manners of a rogue. I assure my actions were justified and the tea house welcomes you! ❞ She didn’t raise her gaze. How come was it her luck? How much had the lord seen? She was concerned for her future. Not only in the tea house, but in the country as well.