#matcha maiden

[madeleinedrinkstea]

Matcha Maiden: Organic Matcha

This is my favourite matcha powder that I've bought so far. It's smooth with minimal bitterness, and the powder has some floral notes to it. It's also good value (I paid about $40 for 140mg).

[bungalowbear]

celebrated

geto suguru x reader, wc: 2k

cw: nudity, fingering, reader described having breasts and a vagina, reader described brushing her hair, virgin!reader, slight power dynamic, brief talk of religion, MDNI

a/n: this is a continuation of pleased. i might write one more part if anyone’s interested. happy birthday, sugu-chan!

Today is a blessed day. Today the temple celebrates the birth of Geto Suguru.

He sits at the head of the row of connected low dining tables, surrounded on both sides by his family of shamans. Each of them laughs and smiles as they recount memorable moments they’ve had with their benevolent patriarch. But none appear as content as the man himself.

Geto sits with one arm propped up on his knee, cheek resting on his fist as he watches on with a fond expression. You admire the gentle curve of his smile when Mimiko quietly offers him the last piece of tempura. He accepts it with thanks and continues to watch over the others.

You and the other temple maidens make sure food and drink flows freely as the celebration continues long after the sun goes down. You light the lanterns at the edge of the room while the others collect the dinner plates from the tables. At the serving cart, you gather a bottle of sake and wait for the appropriate time to approach the gathering again. A large cake is brought into the room and placed in front of the guest of honor.

The candles are lit and then then room is filled with the voices of his family as they sing. The warm glow of the room softens some of Geto’s sharper edges, but his eyes still cut like glass when they glance up at you. Leaning forward, he maintains eye contact from across the room until his eyes slowly shut and he blows out the candles.

You wonder what he wished for.

Excited chatter resumes and you step forward when the cake is cut to reveal the vibrant green interior of the matcha flavored cake. You are already at his side when Geto is served the first slice. You bend at the waist to refill his drink when you feel a slight tug on the sleeve of your kosode. Your eyes cut down to where two lithe fingers play with the edge of the fabric.

Geto looks up at you, thanks you in a voice you’ve come to know quite intimately, then smirks when a soft gasp leaves your parted lips.

You bow your head, regaining yourself as you move back to stand against the wall, and tremble with anticipation at his unspoken promise.

—

The celebration continues late into the night. After you help the other maidens clear out the dining hall you retire to your room and prepare for bed. You share the room with one other maiden who is already fast asleep. But you’re wide awake and sitting at the window as you guide your brush along your hair, staring up at the moon and wondering if perhaps you misunderstood Geto’s intentions. Is this where your night will end?

Your answer comes when there’s a knock at the door. You set down your hairbrush and quietly approach the door. You slide it open a few inches to reveal Manami waiting in the hallway. The presence of Geto’s personal assistant is all you need to know.

“He’s waiting for you.”

It’s the only thing she says before she turns and leaves. Your stomach flutters as you step out of your room, careful to close the door as silently as possible.

Your bare feet pad along the wooden floors, carrying you through familiar halls until you arrive outside a familiar room. You lift your knuckles to knock on the door, a light tap that prompts the sound of approaching footsteps on the other side. The fluttering in your stomach turns to a wild buzz when the door slides open.

Geto is dressed in a yukata, just as you are. The dark blue fabric nearly obscures the long black tresses that fall freely from his head and frame his face beautifully. His fox like eyes take you in. No matter how many times he’s looked at you this way, with unabashed desire, you have to fight the urge your arms have to shield your body. You know there is nothing to be afraid of. Not when all he’s ever done is take good care of you.

“Hello there,” he says, a sly smile gracing his lips.

“Hello, Geto-sama.” You bow your head respectfully. “May I come in?”

“Of course.”

He steps aside and you feel his eyes on you as you enter. The door shuts behind you, encasing the two of you together in the room. The hum of the space heater in the corner is a faint distraction in the sudden silence. Your body is slow to adjust to the warmer temperature of the room, but a rush of heat overcomes you when Geto suddenly takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

For a moment, neither of you speak. You simply lay on your sides facing each other, chest to chest as the heat of your bodies mingles together. Geto’s large hand rests on your hip while your smaller one is on his cheek, thumb gently stroking lines beneath his eye. He leans into your touch and you grow bolder. Your hand drifts down his neck and slips beneath the panel of his yukata. The hard plane of his chest is softened by smooth, warm flesh that burns beneath your fingertips.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Your voice is low, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room.

Geto moves his hand lower to caress your thigh. “I did.”

“I’m glad.” Your brows pinch together as you recall a thought you had earlier. “May I ask you something?”

He nods.

“When you blew out your candles…what did you wish for?”

Geto arches a brow. “How do you know I made a wish?”

“You had this look on your face,” you explain. “Like you really wanted something.”

Geto chuckles and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. Were you mistaken? Is he mocking you? He has been known to be a bit cruel with his teasing.

“Do you really want to know?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Geto brings his mouth to the side of your head, and whispers into your ear, “I wished for you.”

“M-me?” Your voice cracks and you pull back slightly.

“I wished for you to give yourself, all of yourself, to me.”

Your ears are ringing. You couldn’t have heard him correctly. You were a temple maiden, a descendant of a miko who lived many centuries ago, brought here into this Buddhist temple for the sole reason that your talents would be cultivated to their fullest potential. And one of the requirements was that you remain abstinent. The rules were never clear on whether you had to practice true abstinence or if you could take certain liberties with satisfying the pleasure you sometimes felt. The activities you participate in with Geto at night were only done with your hands or your mouth. You’ve rubbed yourself on him before and he’s touched you over your clothing, but you never let him touch your most intimate parts with his bare hands.

“Give…myself?”

“I want every part of you,” Geto purrs, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You feel something hard press against your thigh. “I have for a while now.”

“But you know I can’t. Not until the ritual, and even then—”

“I’ll take care of you.” His promise is a whisper. It’s a gentle sound that makes you place all of your trust in him. “Give yourself to me and you’ll have me in return.”

You’re both so close. There’s no escaping the intensity of his gaze as he waits patiently for your answer.

“I can’t.”

Dropping his forehead onto yours, Geto shuts his eyes.

“Such a strong will.” He sighs. Deep and long. “I’d loathe it if it weren’t the thing I admire most about you.”

Your hand clutches at the front of his yukata. “I’m sorry, Geto-sama.”

“Don’t be. It’s not fair for me to ask this of you just to satisfy my own desire.” He opens his eyes, and instead of the disappointment you expect to see, there’s only fondness. “We’ve made our plans. It’s best if we stick to them.”

“It’s not quite what you were hoping for,” you pause, voice becoming timid, “but I’d like to try something new.”

“What would that be?”

“I want you to touch me,” you confess. “Touch me like how I touch you.”

His pupil grow large at your words. “You mean…”

“I want you to use your fingers. Until the time is right, this is the only way you can have me. Is that alright?”

Geto’s answer is a swift pressing of his lips to yours. When he pulls back his eyes shine with glee, relief, and a little bit of hunger. You gasp as his fingers work quickly to undo the knot at your waist, then slowly pull away the panels of your yukata to expose yourself to him.

He plants his palm over the bare flesh of your stomach. You hear him swallow as his touch travels upward to take hold of your breast. Geto kneads the soft flesh, pulling breathy moans from you when he takes your nipple between two fingers. The nub pebbles under his touch.

You lean in to hide your face in his neck when his hand smoothes down your torso. His touch leaves a trail of electricity within you that set you alight. You think it can’t get anymore powerful until he’s between your legs, fingers gliding along your wet folds. Your body jolts when a single finger teases at your entrance.

“Geto-sama.” You wrap your arm around his neck, pressing your face harder against him. “Please, be gentle.”

“There’s no need to worry, pet.” Geto’s other arm snake beneath you and splays his arm across your back, keeping you trapped within his hold. “Don’t I always take good care of you?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before pushing two fingers inside you. You whimper at the intrusion. The stretch is a foreign sensation and you squirm at the discomfort. But the more he moves his fingers in and out, the better it feels. Soon your whimpers turn to whines and your fingers clutch at the back of his head, tangling themselves in his dark mane. Your breathing is labored as you feel a knot in your stomach tightening.

“You’re doing so well,” Geto coos. He curls his fingers, striking at a spot you find strangely satisfying, and you can’t suppress a moan. “That’s it.”

His voice coaxes you to ride the sweltering wave of heat that builds higher and higher. He carries you to the very top and doesn’t stop until you cum around his fingers with a cry of his name on lips.

You come down from the feeling a little light headed, noticing this feels much more intense compared to what you’ve done before. You think you like that. Especially because you feel so much closer to Geto than you ever have.

You loosen your grip on his hair and he nudges his nose against your cheek. You whimper when he removes his fingers from within you. You turn your head when Geto brings them in front of your face. Your eyes examine the glossy residue that covers his index and middle fingers. You squeak in surprise when he takes them into his mouth. He must enjoy the taste of you because he hums in satisfaction as he licks away the last traces of your essence.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he muses.

Geto brings the same hand down to cup your face. You can smell the lingering scent of your arousal and it makes your lower half throb. He moves in close and you can feel his clothed member press against you, stiff and unattended.

“It isn’t what I wished for,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “but it surely is a wonderful present.”

It’s past midnight, and technically no longer the third, but you let the words flow out of you regardless.

“Happy birthday, Geto-sama.”

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[thetxtdevil]

Royal Guard pt. 1

Taehyun x Reader

Inspired by the author @page-matcha

Royal!fem!reader touching herself late at night in her personal chambers while guard!taehyun stands outside her door at his post hearing every single noise you let out. But he's forced to stay outside and stay in his spot.

this was just so good that i had to write something.

content: smutty, royal!fem!reader, guard!taehyun, female masturbation, slight perv tae, my grammar and spelling has left the building a long time ago…

word count: 1.5k

you were the most exquisite maiden of the palace. effortlessly wearing the tightest corset with the most intricate embroidery and gowns that swayed with every move you made. you had people's heads turning, girls wanted to be you, men wanted you. being the kingdom's only princess was the cherry on top. however, with the outmost beauty you had, it left people astonished with your lack of husband even lack of courting.

spending time with your friends in the garden next to the palace. they were chatty and you found it entertaining.

"ooo he's cute." one of your friends points out a gentlemen.

the others giggle and agree while you smile at him but ignore the opportunity.

"ugh come on y/n you have to be interested in someone"

"you cannot force love it just has to happen" you say calmly as your eye up a batch of tulips.

your friends roll their eyes and they continue to look at bachelors. you were pretty but you were also smart. you are not going to settle with a simple man you had to find the perfect one. as a princess you were also a romantic and needed some romance in your life.

having enough of the hot sun and your loud friends you retire to the castle. a few maids surround you, one giving you water to drink, the other patting down a cool towel on you. your eye then catches a familiar face, a guard that the queen, your mother, tends to trust the most. he looked like he had a mission to get somewhere and wanting to know where your mother is you rushed to him after thanking the maids. you pick up your floor length gown so you could speed walk to the guard.

"excuse me"

the guard instantly stops and turns to you.

"yes you majesty"

surprised by his quickness and his great features you struggle to remember what you were about to ask.

"if you're wondering about the queen's whereabouts she is in the library, please don't mind my assumptions"

you smile lightly to him "i was wondering that"

"i was about to go there, would you like me to escort you?" the guard says while sticking his arm out for you to hold onto

"yes, i would like that very much" you smile at him again "and remind me your name"

"i am lieutenant general taehyun your majesty"

as you both arrive the library taehyun opens the door for you. you thank him before you were greeted by your queen mother's presence. you walk towards her.

"nice to see my beautiful tulip, grab a book a read with me"

you gladly do as she says and start looking for a novel. the cathedral windows light up the tall shelves of books, twirling around you settle on one area. looking closely at the titles of the books, you set your eye on one. reaching up to grab it you find your height betrays you. next thing you know a hand reaches high than yours to grab the spine of the book.

you look over at your hero which turns out to be taehyun. "thank you"

"you're welcome princess, my i say you picked a good book"

"that's good to hear, it look interesting"

you look up at the man who's looking at you with such warmth. you can't help but get lost in his big brown eyes. butterflies start to flutter in your stomach. you mother glances from her book to see you and her trusted guard. she smirks to herself keeping her thoughts to self and continues reading.

taehyun's puppy eyes suddenly turn into a stone-cold gaze as he realizes he was staring at the princess for an inappropriate amount of time.

"enjoy your book my princess" he says bowing to you

you head towards the lounge chairs you mother was laying on. every now and then you would glance at the guard feeling those butterflies again.

"i have an event in the palace tonight, would you like to join?"

you look over at your mother sighing. you go to so many events as your duty being a princess it can get tiring.

"I would like to politely decline"

besides your mind had other things to do tonight. you mother softly pinches your cheek as she smiles at you accepting your decline.

---

the sun was setting from your library day with your queen mother. you have parted ways a long time ago to do your own things. your mother was looking over what has already been prepared for the event of the night. as she straighten out the fabrics upon the table an idea pops into her head.

raising her hand for a guard to come she says "can you bring lieutenant general taehyun to me"

taehyun was outside the palace yard looking over the horses, testing their fitness and skills. he notices a fellow guard rushing to him.

"the queen summons thee"

guard taehyun rushes through the dimly lit castle halls. he finally gets to the ballroom being used tonight. the queen was talking to the maids and butler as she gets a glimpse of the guard.

"your highness"

"hello taehyun, I have an assignment for you tonight"

"yes your highness, anything I will do for you"

"can you be princess y/n's chamber guard tonight?"

taehyun gulps, he was about to question his presense on the event but decides to settle the conversation.

"will do, your highness" he bows and starts towards your chamer.

---

as he arrives the current guard informs him that you had just finished your bath. taehyun then tells the guard that their duty is now to look over the ballroom. your chamber doors are open wide revealing to taehyun the beautiful architecture of your room. wide windows that look over the kingdom one side and a big lake on the other side. your bed was in the middle with purple silk sheets and pastel color drapes encapsulating it.

you walk out with a towel in your hand drying your hair. you gasp as you see a man in your room but relax when you see it was the very handsome guard taehyun.

"sorry to scare you, your majesty, i am your guard tonight"

"oh" you say shyly

"is there something wrong?"

"no, i was just hoping to have alone time tonight"

"do not worry about me your majesty i will be just outside your chamber doors

you nod at him with a small smile. taehyun stares at you, admiring the silk slip you're wearing that matched your bedding. he straighten his posture when he caught himself glancing at the curves of your breasts. he bows to you and walks outside the chamber hiding from your sight but still within range.

you blush at the guards lingering gazes. once he was out of sight you threw your towel and fall down on your bed. you felt relaxed not having to worry about being a proper princess at the moment. fully getting into bed you open your book and start reading it, but as you're reading the feeling of butterflies keep filling your stomach. you can't help but imagine guard taehyun's handsome features being close to you again. letting those big veiny hands roam your pristine body.

you let your hand caress your breast you lean your head back on your plush pillows. your book forgotten, you let your hand fill up your sore breast from the very tight corset making a few soft sighs leave your lips. your legs were rubbing together trying to create friction on your soaking heat. you slide your dominate hand down to your already bare cunt. middle finger slipping against your folds making you sigh once more.

taehyun was a vigilant guard watching over every atom outside your personal chamber, but then he hears a small noise. he dismisses the fact until he hears it again, he walks across the rooms door trying to see if anyone is around the corner, but there was no one. as he gets back to his post he glances into your room. there he sees the most unholy sight of your pretty thighs spread apart showing off your fucked out face, your breasts bouncing from you fucking yourself with your fingers.

it takes a lot out of tae to stop himself from going into your chambers and replacing your small digits with his. with his greatest strength he goes back to his guarding spot.

there he stands there listening to every moan, whine, and whimper coming out of your pretty lips.

there he stands getting uncomfortably hard against his suit. forced to stay outside, forced to stay loyal and protective.

read -> pt. 2

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil + @page-matcha

[py-dreamer]

Yea!!! Can you tell I have favorites lol

so since it's the 20th in my time, it is officially my birthday today!

But I wanted to get this out regardless so kinda count it as the previous day's ig

I will be posting something later today probably but it will most likely just be a compilation of all the cakes I've done thus far.

Ok but um on with the cake!

It's like a cheesecake and I basically copied Tengen's cake with like a jelly filling with fruit suspended in it, peaches (obviously), strawberries and blueberries cause I like them and sod it I'll put them on this goddamn cake!

The thing Wukong's sitting on is one of those peach ice creams that's gotten so popular lately with the sprinkle of pink dust thingy on top.

On either side of the cake is the fillet from the journey and the hat from the brotherhood era, one from his reckless past and one from his redemption and I just think that's neat.

The blue puffy stuff is meant to be his nimbus clouds represented as cotton candy.

I have the baiju jar in there as reference to Wukong becoming immortal again due to the all the wine made from the peaches of immortality at the festival.

The staff as a little candle was so fun! And I like pocky so I chucked them on there to fill space and it looks good so sue me

The grey thing behind the staff and balloon is meant to be the Buddha's hand that trapped him under the mountain and a reference to his imprisonment under 5 phases mountain.

Peach popsicle! Of course I had too! A lil something from the present for our (shadow) peachy friend

Mk's stone as well, had to add his son in there too. The baby ever.

(probably just a cookie but it's the thought that counts)

The two sugar cookies are meant to be his logo (aka the lmk logo) and fireworks, again taken from Tengen's cake.

The sun is a candied/tanghulu esque orange thing. Like an orange slice coated in yellow melted sugar shaped like a sun and the phoenix feather cap since I consider it iconic enough to put in here. I didn't want to put it on him, blocking a lot of the decorations so I just hung it to the side and I think I'm happy with that.

A lot more monkeys here! It was very fun popping them in! I know I only gave Mac 1 but I mean Wukong's the monkey king for a reason. Let him be a loving grandpa and invite his subjects on the cake with him. He granted them immortality by ripping their names out the book of dead, let them have a place on the cake too

Also, yes that is the origami pilgims in the bottom left, I couldn't leave them alone could I?

Now the elephant in the room (or at least in my head), yes I did use @maplesleep's matcha pancake design for flower fruit mountain.

Cake on cake. Bit much but hey, I like cake and pastries better than candy normally so win for me.

And I couldn't just make cake about Sun Wukong without mentioning his home/origins of ffm. I do genuinely love the inginuity and adorableness factor of the pancake design and hope they don't mind me slapping it on my...cheesecake? Jelly cake? Jelly-cheesecake?

(also I have to ask @maplesleep, did you watch the 3rd emirichu anime cafe video, specifically the urusei yatsura cafe as inspiration for the 'sun wukong's strawberry sponge cake punishment' parfait thingy, gorgeously drawn btw I used those drawings as inspiration quite a bit for these cakes, or saw the urusei yatsura collab anime cafe

cause I couldn't help but notice the similarities between that and the 'shinobu's maiden strength parfait' cause if you didn't that be a pretty funny coincidence lol)

So what do you think? You think I could make it as another lmk food chef for lego? Can I join the club lmao?

I do realize in retrospect the disrespect I did Mk by making his cake so plain by comparison to his mentor's. But I think that's a testament to my improvement and attention to detail when making these cakes as the days have progressed!

I consider Mk's in particular to be the most lacking and I lowkey feel so bad for my boi for not giving him the main character status he deserves.

I might draw him again, idk. Not anytime soon though, like I said, I'm quite busy now more than before and I need a break, still glad I could serve y'all another slice of cake though!

[lovedrunkheadcanons]

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Hannah would never forget the moment she first laid eyes on a ginkgo tree. 

It was shortly after she’d stepped off the plane from England. Amidst waiting with her entourage, she spotted the fan-leaved deciduous hiding within a rush of Japanese maple. Its green coloring stuck out like a sore thumb beside their purple foliage, then Hannah saw the unique leaf shape. At the time it was early April. When autumn arrived, the ginkgo’s matcha green would turn a vivid yellow not even the Temple of the Golden Pavilion could outshine.  

Charles Darwin once dubbed the ginko a “living fossil,” and indeed his description was appropriate. Ginkgos were one of the oldest surviving trees in existence, believed to date back some 200 million years, if not, longer. So much time and history passed down from seed to seed. Staring up at one was like staring at a cornerstone of creation; what came before us, what will be here after.

Hannah could list an encyclopedia of facts about ginkgos. For one, they were gymnosperms, which was a fancy-shmancy way of saying they were nonflowering and only reproduced via seeds exposed to pollen, rather than inside fruits. This placed them in the same division (clade) as cycads and conifers. However, because of their uniqueness and specificity, ginkgos belonged to their own nomenclature. You could also guess the age by its stem coloration; The greyer the branches, the older the tree.

A native species brought over from China, the ginkgo would become a popular symbol within Japanese culture, both in art and in politics. The first European to study the deciduous tree was a German naturalist and explorer by the name of Engelbert Kaempfer. Upon visiting a temple in Nagasaki around 1691, he enquired the name of the tree, having never seen one before. But the native dialect of his tour guide got lost in translation, and so, he wrote down “ginkgo,” much to the confusion of every modern day Chinese and Japanese, for the word did not exist. The true name of the ginkgo is the “maidenhair tree” (銀杏) pronounced “ee-tchō.” Kaempfer’s mistake has never since been corrected.   

Though for those not born in East Asia, ginkgos were a gateway to someplace more, a sign you had ventured outside the world as you knew it. For Hannah, this meant her impending marriage to Satoru, the clan leader of the noble Gojo family, one of the Three Sorcerer Families of Japan. It meant a different country. It meant change.

Maidenhair, she thought. Fitting that she’d spotted one so quickly, as she was set to be a maiden no more. 

In time, Hannah would grow fond of the fan-leaved tree. It would shed its foreignness into something reminiscent of home; The Gojo estate was flush with ginkgo, drenching the house in nature’s botanical gold come October.

Which so happened to be now.

Hannah inhaled a deep breath as she readjusted her blanket, fighting off the early autumn chill. She should really stop doing this. It wasn’t smart to keep shoji panels open when the weather was cold; lets out all the heat. But she couldn’t help herself.

When the morning sun hit the forest at just the right angle, the mountainscape was too beautiful to ignore. It had to be witnessed by one’s own eyes.

Ginkgos. Maples. Japanese larches and pines.

She could stare at them for forever if she wanted, forgetting her worries and her cares. There was no place on earth more magical than Mt. Takao. 

She heard a soft grunt immminating behind her and the rustling of bedsheets. Hannah turned around.

She saw the Berllini statue in the shape of her husband, sound asleep on her futon, a living artwork of sculpted abs and muscle. They had slept in her room again last night and had optioned the floor. He was butt naked underneath the covers, torso barely covered from alternating positions in his sleep. His exposed skin looked soft to the touch. She could hear his gentle snoring, snowy white hair strewn every which way atop the pillow. He’d be needing it cut soon.

Hannah smiled, thinking back to last night. If she closed her thighs together, real tight, she could still feel him there, pulsing and incessant. The love they made must’ve tuckered the poor man out. Not even the cold had awoken him. 

Perhaps she should put some clothes on and head down to breakfast. Today was sure to be a busy one.  

Satoru grunted once more and rolled over to his other side. His back was to her now, except the blanket hovering around his torso fell away, giving her a full profile of his arse.

Mind you, it was a pretty great looking arse. God must’ve taken His sweet time sculpting glutes like that, goodness.

Hannah suppressed a giggle from her naughty thoughts and rose from her perch along the opened shoji. Keeping quiet so as not to disturb him, she tiptoed toward the slumbering Adonis and draped one end of the blanket over to conceal his nakedness. There, bare arse no more.

As if sensing she was near, Satoru began to stir. “Mmm, Hannah,” he slurred loosely. 

“Shh,” she hushed, crouching down to plant a comforting kiss on his temple. “Go back to sleep, my darling.”

She had cast her spell, and the sorcerer drifted peacefully back to sleep.

And Hannah went back to staring at the golden ginkgos outside. 

She wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

This country. This beauty. Her darling.

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[love-marimo]

periwinkle angel ♡ (kamisato ayato x reader)

ㅡ hehe, just a little something for the birthday boy, ayato ♡ although it's a bit late ~

He is quiet but graceful. Calm but mischievous. He is dutiful but cunning. Yet, even with these stark differences in his character, and behind his all too familiar and gentle smile he displays as a farce for everyone to see ー a facade as hard as the bedrock, a protection he wears due to his strong distrust on most people ー you captured him. You stole his heart, like a Mirror Maiden having him wrapped around your finger.

Kamisato Ayato is a noble who leads like an emperor. He is obsessive and diplomatic, but he is also loyal and kind. Within the chambers of the Kamisato household, he inspires his loved ones with warmth and he reaches great lengths to fulfill your favors.

If that means cancelling all his plans as the Yashiro Commissioner to spend a pleasant afternoon bubble tea and latte tasting with you? Then you don't have to worry as he just hit two birds with one stone.

If there are three things he loves in all of Teyvat, then it would be his bubble tea, his lovely little sister Ayaka and you.

Oh, dear you.

He sits by the terrace with a lovesick look on his face as you name all the drinks that Thoma and the other maids have prepared, all to your liking. Freshly brewed and mixed, all for the both of you to enjoy.

"Although it is a bit late, I asked Thoma for help in preparing these drinks for us. I love latte as much as you love bubble tea, but it would be lovely if we try out other flavors and indulge on these pastries on your special day." you chimed happily as you sit across the table.

Oh, you. He is going to melt because of you. Ayato almost forgot that it's his birthday due to how swamped with work he truly is. You weren't going to let that slide, and he loves you more for it.

"These are lovely selections my love, perfect for the current weather too. Summer is fast approaching and you couldn't have picked a better time." He beams, clasping his hands together as he sets his gaze on the array of drinks before you.

"Oh, that reminds me, we have been preparing for the Spring festival. Bubble tea tasting would be a splendid activity for the young folk to enjoy." He adds, deciding to take a sip of the chocolate bubble tea.

"You really think about work all the time, Ayato. But, I agree. These took quite some time to make though." You say, also deciding to pick a drink of your choice.

"Hmm, this one has a slight bitter taste to it, but it is complimented by the sugary flavor of the pearls. This would be cocoa?" Ayato inquires.

"Yes, the cocoa used was imported from Fontaine a few months ago. How do you like it?" You reply.

"It's just right, the taste of the chocolate is a bit too strong for me. I'll try this blue one next."

"That one's blueberry. It matches the color of your hair doesn't it? I told them to brew it until it reaches a periwinkle shade, to match!" You chuckle.

Ayato looks at you fondly. His lips curved into a smile, one that is not reserved for diplomatic affairs, but one that screams "I love you" all over it.

It's silly, really ー how he turns into a love bug when he's with you. How he seemingly lets go of any formalities and displays his pure nature, all for you to love and embrace in your arms.

The sun is setting in a lovely shade of pink and purple. You have tried almost all of the drinks and have shared countless conversations about the days that passed that you weren't together. And that ends with one resolution:

"I think I still like my matcha latte better." You say, finishing the said drink after. Ayato laughs.

"I would say the same. Nothing competes with the classic flavor of Black bubble tea."

You took a seat next to him and asked, "Did you like this fun little date?" holding his arm and looking up to him, expecting the obvious.

The periwinkle angel smiles and kisses you lovingly.

"Naturally. I wouldn't mind doing this again at the Spring festival."

ー Lolita

[smol-stardust]

Presenting the Nakamori Sisters: (Shirako’s 4 older sisters)

赤子/Akako (Red Child): 21yrs old. She’s a professional shamisen player, her family suspects she’s working as an Oiran. she brings home too much cash but no one really knows what she’s doing except that it involves a shamisen.

青子/Aoko (Blue Child): 18 years old A Miko (shrine maiden) at the local shrine. She left home cuz it’s too hectic and she needed peace to paint and read in, so she decided living in a shrine in the mountains seemed like the way to do it. The most reserved one of the siblings. Spends her time reading and doing her shrine duties. Shirako runs off to see her in the mountains a lot and chases after wild animals. Aoko and co at shrine find her to be way to hectic but Shira has a way of driving off animals with her gremlin-ness so she can stay.

碧優子/Miyuko: (green/elegant child) 16 yrs old. Learning how to be a proper lady. Apprenticing in a matcha parlour as a tea hostess, she’s very sweet and likes making dessert. She’s well versed in tea and sweets and her personality is said to be overly sweet from all the sugar she consumes. She kind of is stuck in the middle of everything always. Doesn’t stand out much but is also loved dearly. Shirako likes going to the tea shop to harass her for sweets and drinking the matcha she makes.

紫/Murasaki: (purple) 13 yrs old. Supposed to be the last child in the family. Then Shirako came along… She’s a gremlin child but actually knows how to use a katana unlike Shira and knows when to compose herself. (Shira but with manners) Tentative successor to the moms bloodline since she had some semblance of diplomacy in her likes to read and has good medic skills from patching Shira up all the time. She spends her spare time weaving straw hats and selling them, so she can save up on cash to buy more books.

[yuriko-mukami]

Yuriko's Relatives

The Kozimas are Yuriko’s (second) cousins. Toshi and Toru live in Kaminashi City, and Touko is living in Kyoto with her husband.

Note: These characters aren't open for roleplaying, but some of them might make their debut on Her Calamity.

Toshi

Name: Kozima Toshi

Age: 28

Birthday: October 23rd

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Gay (doesn't admit it)

Race: Kitsune (Zenko)

Nationality: Japanese

Current City: Kaminashi City

Job: Priest of an Inari Shinto shrine

Height: 183 cm

Hair color: White-gray

Eyes color: Amber-yellow

Fox form: White-red fur, two tails

Likings: Shamisen and koto music, beer, matcha, peace and quiet

Hobbies: Reading, hanging around, visiting historical scenes, and studying Zenko history

Toru

Name: Kozima Toru

Age: 21

Birthday: December 9th

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Straight

Race: Kitsune (Zenko)

Nationality: Japanese

Current City: Kaminashi City

Job: Student (English language)

Height: Around 168 cm

Hair color: White-gray

Eyes color: Amber-yellow

Fox form: White-red fur, two tails

Likings: Ramen, idol groups, J-pop, parties, beer, being a cute fox

Hobbies: Going for gigs, partying, video and arcade gaming

Touko

Name: Kono Touko (née Kozima)

Age: 25

Birthday: July 5th

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

Race: Kitsune (Zenko)

Nationality: Japanese

Current City: Kyoto

Job: Shrine maiden

Height: 154 cm

Hair color: White-gray

Eyes color: Amber-yellow

Fox form: White-red fur, two tails

Sibling Relationships

Touko and Toru are close

Toru and Toshi are close

Touko and Toshi are on good terms but not very close

[nepertenebras]

Rules are to answer and tag some people you want to know better and/or catch up with. Thank you @nildurumvolenti for tagging me ✌️

Favorite color: Blue, always blue. Though my car is black.

Last song: Iron Maiden Run to the Hills

Current craving: praline pecan ice cream

Coffee or Tea: Matcha green tea🍵

[gwyoi]

19, 29, 34

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

honestly I really like my name how it is now. I used to hate my middle name since it’s my moms maiden name and veeerrrry Filipino but as I get older the more I feel like my name is me ^_^ but if I ever went full chuunibyou maybe like Selene Valentine or something stupid 🫶

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

ok I don’t actually watch a lot of movies but I feel like a lot of popular ‘classic’ ones are overrated? like Indiana Jones and Jaws and Back to the Future

34. What’s your coffee order?

oat milk latte with brown sugar syrup and caramel drizzle ^_^ or soy matcha

[waywardangel-wilds]

Tag Game Tagged by @thesweetnessofspring

Thank you for the tag!

Favourite painter: I actually do have a few there's, of course, Van Gogh -- mostly because I watched many documentaries on his life, and he is depicted as someone truly kind. There's also John William Waterhouse for Circe, as well as all his maiden and knight paintings. Davinci for being unhinged. And, I am ashamed to add, Jean-leon Gerome because his paintings promoted orientalism, which is bad, of course, but I also very much love the colors and the way he painted veils and skin.

Favorite writer: oh, this is impossible because it changes constantly. Right now, I would say Katherine Arden, Suzanne Collins (obviously), Tyson Yunkaporta, and S.A. Chakraborty. Each one of these authors has written one or more books that I've truly loved.

Favourite band: Hm. I actually don't know. I used to listen to specific bands more often, but now I listen to music song-by-song. I think the artist that I listen to the most is Natalia Lafourcade and Los Macorinos. They're not technically a band, Natalia does a lot of solo work, but I love them together.

Favourite meal and drink: OHOHO, okay, this one is easy. I could crush my spicy chicken with potatoes and rice any day. I make it with those canned chipotle peppers and lots of sour cream its soooo good. My favorite drink would probably be either earl grey, matcha, or just mango-guava juice. Let's go for mango-guava 😋

oh! and if you wanna eat something else that's amazing try steak in jalapeño cream. OMG it's the best but it's only good if you go to Latin America and eat it there haha. I have my hands to cook it tho😆

Favourite outfit aesthetic: This one is an extremely specific answer. It's probably best described as seductive vampire meets office-inspired-but-not-appropriate meets early 2000's cooky love interest. Do you know what I mean?

Favourite singer: I can't say Natalia sooo other singers that I love are Mon Laferte and Shakira.

Favourite item I own: I really like my bike rn. It came in from the Netherlands even tho I bought it at a local shop that told me they just had to 'ship in' the one in the color I wanted from a nearby location. Turns out the nearby location was fucking Europe.

Favourite perfume: I have 2 perfumes that I actually wear but my fave is by Bvlgari and its au the blanc a.k.a. white tea.

Favourite possession: does this mean like valuable item? Hm... idk. I don't really own valuables. Oh! I have this miniature replica of a Bernini sculpture, the Rape of Prosepina. I got it off amazon if you can believe it! Someday I want to see it in person. Here's a picture:

tagging:@mollywog @triassictriserratops @tetheredfeathers @everdares @loungemermaid @endlessnightlock @thesmileykate @wistfulweaverwoman and everyone else who would like to join!!

[guhamun]

@dayrisen said (inbox):

❛❛ I prefer you without your armor. ❜❜ Yuuna's voice comes softly, towel pressed into crimson threads, drawing through & among. She searches for a moment among her things, slowly presenting a golden comb adorned in flower designs ; slowly & gently, she brushes through these long red memoirs. ❛❛ You know, Mori - san, you're very famous. If others new that I were brushing the Mori Nagayoshi's hair, they would squeal with jealous delight & ask to be the next one. ❜❜ Softly, a laughter falls forth. He looks more like a man like this, no longer a beast in armor. Slowly, she shifts before him, taking in his form in the borrowed yukata. ❛❛ So, won't you honor this maiden & tell her what Mori - san likes ? I may be the one to shatter history with these facts. Ah, no war or blood related things or I'll pinch your nose. ❜❜

     NAGAYOSHI SITS STILL AND obedient, back straight as he allows Yuuna to comb his long, red hair as she often does. ❝Eh? Really? Huh, so I became famous…❞ He supposed that made sense. He was in the Throne of Heroes, after all, although it was questionable he could be called that. Then again, he was certain there were many Servants within that record who too were as questionable of character. Perhaps the name ‘hero’ was a complex one that merely meant ‘known’? Mm…that took too much thinking for him, and he preferred leaving that to others if he could. Rather than care about minor details like whatever the hell a hero was in the eyes of others, he would just focus on Yuuna’s overall words. As she shifted before him, so small even in this sitting stature of his, he blinked, a little taken aback by her most simple desire to know him. ❝No war or blood related…❞ He crossed his arms, sitting straight and leaning back a little to glance at the ceiling.

     ❝I like tea, as you know. Sencha is my favorite, but I do like matcha. I love calligraphy, and reading haikus. Tea ceremonies are nice too. Horseback riding is pretty great.❞ Wait – why did she even want to know any of this? He didn’t think it would be beneficial for slaying demons or anything of that sort. Sometimes his Master was a real mystery to him. Shame he couldn’t tell her all the war related things he liked too…like beheading enemies, for one. He had some great stories. 

[iceemoondemon]

Reimo Shironamida

-18

-Panromantic Asexual

-A member of the Poseidon Buccaneers

-In a polyamorous relationship with Violette and Oshee

-Gets along with Dave pretty well

Reimo is the shrine maiden of the Japanese Akai Virgalio, in the village of Hanasaki, she didn't trust Oshee and her crew at first, but when danger attacks, it was time for Oshee and her friends to prove to Reimo that they're proven trustworthy, and Reimo did trust the crew, and decided to join in, Oshee and Reimo became friends, and soon, she, Oshee and Violette were growing a sweet bond between each other, and developed a poly relationship, Reimo became a shrine maiden, and was given the staff of honor, and the fans of wealth and destiny.

Weapon(s): Staff of Honor, Fans of Wealth and Destiny

Traits: Calm, serious, gentle, wise, emotional, and a big help

Residence: The Village of Hanasaki (formerly), Anchor's Peak (currently)

Location: The Shironamida Tribe (formerly) The Buccaneer's Treehouse (currently)

Favorite Drink(s): Matcha Tea, Lemonade, and Hot Chocolate

Hobbies: Making Origami (at times), Reading, and Painting (when she's on breaks or day offs)

[blwinspiration]

The yoda Matcha cookies

A friend recently gave me one more Matcha Maiden because she wasn’t a huge fan, and since - being a fan -  i couldn’t accept it, we decided to make cookies for her kids, using my fave green tea as an ingredient!

I therefore made a recipe similar to my fave grass fed ghee vanilla cookies recipe, i made HERE   

125 gr clarified cows butter (you can use and plain butter but i think thats what makes it… butterscotchy)

125gr honey (you can use and sugar, but… what for?)

1 egg

½ tsp Madagascar vanilla

280gr organic flour for all uses

2 tsp Matcha Maiden

You just mix the butter with the honey. Then add the egg and the vanilla and mix, and lastly add the flour and Matcha. Put the dough on a membrane and let it cool inside the fridge for at least 2 hours. Cut with your cookie cutter and bake for 12-18′ (depending on the size of the cookie) at 170 degrees.

[amecho]

Cherry Blossom, Ginkgo, Peach, Blue fire, and Green Tea

...in some cute motifs~ <3