#riddles tea shoppe

[the-book-ferret]

Showing off his favorite curiosity from the Totoro's Winter Vacation box from Riddles Tea Shoppe!

[ayomason]

I've had myself on a tea-buying ban for a while, so I'm super excited to splurge on some new-to-me RTS teas ❤️

[the-lavender-creator]

Redfrog fic prompt - Poetry Night:

Being a wonderlandian, Chase was no stranger to flowery language steeped in confusing imagery and vague symbolizm.

So, when Hopper invited him to the Wonderland Haberdashery & Tea Shoppe for their newly introduced Poetry Night, he was rather excited.

Sure, he'd never personally been much for poems or riddles, but the whole situation and the setting reminded him of home, except Hopper was also there so it was even better!

Chase was prepared for anything, or so he thought, especially since Hopper warned him it'd be a sappy romance poem so he was ready to hear all about his crush on Briar all over again...

But Briar doesn't have red hair.

So who is he talking about?

Here you go! Please sent prompts to my writing blog @vwritesawholelothm next time, please.

Fandom: Ever After High Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hopper Croakington II/Chase Redford Characters: Chase Redford, Hopper Croakington II, Madeline "Maddie" Hatter, Briar Beauty (Ever After High), Ashlynn Ella, Humphrey Dumpty, Lizzie Hearts, Hunter Huntsman, Mad Hatter (Ever After High) Additional Tags: Wonderland Haberdashery & Tea Shoppe, Poetry, Love Poems, Getting Together Summary: Hopper expresses his feelings for Chase through a performed poem.

[everafterhighdiaries]

Lizzie’s Signature Diary - Chapter 3

Every day I would visit the wishing well. I watched water drip Wonderlandiful madness into the wild grove below, and felt homesick. Everyone at Ever After High means well, but there are just so many differences between normal fairytales and Wonderlandians.

Some – like Madeline Hatter – embrace those differences. Of course she has her father, the Mad Hatter, who owns a very popular tea shoppe in the Village of Book End. No matter how many times the deck is reshuffled, Madeline acts like she's never dealt a losing hand.

Then there's Kitty Cheshire. People assume she's just a wicked trickster, but it's her destiny to be a Rebel. In fact, she is actually super kind, supportive, and understanding. Kitty is meant to fade in from nowhere and riddle advice with a smile. As if on cue, a Cheshire grin appeared,

"A coin, a lock, alone, a clock sitting on top of a swing.*"

*Riddlish - The gate isn't going to open, no matter how many times you visit.

"A coin, a cat, a card, a hat, a bird in a nest with no wing.*" I sighed.

*Riddlish - I wish we could go back home.

Kitty turned fully visible, "This is all just part of the story."

"Not my story," I sat next to Kitty, "I can't be myself here. Everyone thinks I'm mad."

"Lizzie, we're all mad," Kitty giggled, "We make the impossible possible. We answer riddles that can't be answered. We're from Wonderland. Madness makes us special, especially here."

"But there's no Wonderland here. How can we follow our destinies? Won't our stories disappear?" I started walking back towards the school.

POOF! Kitty disappeared behind me. Poof! She reappeared in front of me, "I know just what you need to feel better." POOF

[evangelinee]

Bring a Horse to Water

X wishes Evageline hears around town— BUT THEY ARE all your other characters’ wishes (must be at least four)

I. BELLE

“I wish I knew what I did wrong…”

Evangeline turned her head from the book she’d been looking at. She wasn’t reading it, really. Just trying to decide if it was something that Ashleigh might like.

Trying to find the source of the wish, she found the owner of the bookshoppe. The mayoress! Evangeline recognized her from town hall meetings, which Evy frequented. Mostly to make friends. That was right, her and Mr. Acheron owned Chapter Three. 

Mrs. Acheron was talking to one of her employees. A pale, ice-blond boy who was smiling softly at something she had just said. 

Evangeline’s brow furrowed slightly. The boy didn’t look mad at her, but still, he turned away and the mayoress turned too--and Evy saw how her brow was etched with some emotion that Evy couldn’t really make out. It wasn’t a nice one, though. 

“Hi, Mrs. Acheron,” Evy said, popping up in front of her.

Mrs. Acheron startled. “Oh, uhm, hello.” 

“I was wondering if you could help me find a book for a friend.” 

“I would love to.” The mayoress smiled prettily and Evangeline smiled back. 

Maybe she couldn’t solve the riddle of the wish, but at least she could take her mind off of it for a little while. 

II. THOMAS

“I wish I was a better father…”

That wasn’t necessarily what one expected to hear in the frozen vegetable section of the supermarket, but it also wasn’t surprising considering the baby the man had in his cart, who had been screaming his head off for the last few minutes whilst Evy had been determining between peas and carrots for dinner. (She had decided on a mix! Peas and carrots!) 

Babies were still very strange to Evy, but she could tell that the man was concerned and was trying to soothe the baby. Sometimes, it seemed, they just cried.

“I get it,” Evy said, sidling a little closer. “I cry a lot too for no real reason.” 

“What?” The man looked up, a little startled. 

“Sometimes, you just have to cry and that’s okay.” 

The man looked at the baby with a little frown. “He’s not crying for no reason. I left his teething ring at home. His teeth are hurting.” 

“Oh.” Evy didn’t really know what that meant. Teething? Were babies not born with their teeth?! “Uhm. Well…what else helps?” 

“Something cold. Something he can chew on.”

“Oh!” Evy smiled and ripped open the bag of peas and carrots she was holding. She held out a little cube of carrot in her palm. 

“Are--what--oh.” The man’s face contorted in several ways before settling in surprise. He plucked the cube out of her hand and put it in the crying baby’s mouth. The baby closed his mouth and bit down on the carrot. He hiccuped another cry but then chewed. Evy handed the baby another. He took that one from her hand and put it in his mouth with a smile, even though he was still crying.

“Here. You can have this one! I’ll get another.” 

“Er…thanks.” 

III. THISTLE

“I wish I could protect them…” 

The secret was whispered dark and ominous against her ear. It made a shiver run down her spine. Sometimes, Evangeline had heard mean wishes. Cruel wishes. Wishes that meant someone wanted to hurt someone else. She had been familiar with these before and she had always seen them as any other wish. There had been no sense of morality. 

Now that she was here on Earth, and those wishes made her shudder, she thought they were…bad. 

The weird thing about this wish was that…it didn’t sound bad. So why had she felt as if she had heard someone wishing harm on someone? 

She glanced around the tea shoppe, trying to locate the source.

There was a person sitting in a booth in the corner, staring straight at her when she looked. She hadn’t noticed them sitting there before. They didn’t blink when their eyes met but Evangeline felt that feeling again. Like a damp wind stealing through her clothes. She pulled her jacket a little closer around her and turned back to the counter to wait for a drink.

Evangeline didn’t make a habit of ignoring wishes…but when she didn’t know what to do, it was better she was safe than sorry. 

IV. ELINOR

Evangeline was learning a new machine today! She was excited for it. And the nice redheaded person helping her was nice! Not as nice as Boo and certainly not as nice as Michael, but she was still helping and that was good. Right as they were getting started, another lady walked in and asked to speak with the girl who was helping her.

Slumping against the machine, Evangeline was watching all the other people on their machines, trying to decide which one would be most fun to learn next.

Then, there was shouting. Well, not really shouting, but the tone of the conversation shifted like a cold wind and Evangeline turned her head, watching as the person who had been helping her came stalking back over. It was then that the strangest thing happened. 

Two wishes. Different voices. Exactly the same: 

“I wish she would just listen!” 

It jarred in her head like a cymbals crashing. That had never happened to her before. Her hands came up to cover her ears on instinct, even though she knew it wouldn’t really help. She didn’t hear the wishes with her ears. She heard them with her heart. 

The redhead stared at her. 

“What?” 

“I said sorry.” The girl didn’t sound very sorry at all.

“Oh. Uh, it’s okay.” 

“Now, you put your foot here…”

[btwnseaandsun]

OwlCrate June 2018 Summer Lovin’

Book of the month: From Twinkle, With Love by Sandhya Menon.

Items listed below the cut.

Items included:     (Links to shops/books included)

Tea from Riddle’s Tea Shoppe inspired by Since You’ve Been Gone. Summer apple and peach tea.

Microfiber towel by Stella Bookish Art. “My summer is all booked”

Mason jar mug by Michelle Gray and Team OwlCrate. “Bookworm <3 and proud”

Wooden bookmark from Ink and Wonder Designs inspired by Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe. “Summer was a book of hope”

Cactus pen from BC Mini. “Sunny Days”

Letter from Sandhya Menon

Keychain. “From Twinkle, with Love”

I loved this box. It just screamed summer. The mason jar mug is my new go to cup, I love the orange gradient. The towel is adorable, it’s currently hanging on my wall since I can’t bring myself to actually use it. What if I ruin it?! I’m excited and nervous to try the tea. I’m from deep South so the only tea I’ve had is sweet. Apple and peach sound delicious tho so fingers crossed!

[literary-lion]

The Wicked King | OwlCrate Limited Edition Box

The Wicked King | OwlCrate Limited Edition Box

I have never gotten a Limited Edition box before but The Wicked King Box has entirely sold me. Every item in here is fabulous and enjoyable. I was so lucky to be able to snag one of these boxes when they were for sale. The is an amazing collection of items, it’s definitely a super high value crate. Everyone’s favourites from candles to tea will be represented!

I’m BEYOND THRILLED that OwlCrate…

[someonelookingpraediti]

OwlCrate Unboxing

The Scorpio Races Limited Edition

To celebrate the 10th Anniversary of "The Scorpio Races" by Maggie Stiefvater, OwlCrate have produced a limited edition box. I should start by saying that I haven't actually read this book. But having just finished The Raven Cycle, I really wanted to read more by this author.

The book in this box is (obviously) "The Scorpio Races", by Maggie Stiefvater. The redesigned cover is blue, rather than the usual red, which means it goes really nicely on the shelf next to my other Stiefvater books. It doesn't seem like my type of book - I'm not a horse girl - but considering how much I enjoyed The Raven Cycle, and how much people rave over all her other books, I actually think I'll enjoy it!

The goodies are all related to the book. First off, there's a pin. It's not at all like the normal enamel pins you get, it's a participant badge for the races, and it's kind of big and clunky, like a token or coin. I won't be putting it on a jacket, but it's a cute keepsake.

There's a vintage style "Visit Thisby" travel poster, which is gorgeous! Unfortunately, like the rest of the box, it's blue, so it won't go with my decor - but it almost makes me want to redecorate so I can have it on display! I'm tempted to try and find something by the same artist in my colour scheme.

Riddle's Tea Shoppe have designed another tea for this box, in a really cute little tin. Unfortunately it's mint and berry - and I'm allergic to mint! But it smells great, so I bet it's been popular with fans of the book.

We have a double-sided wooden bookmark, with a quote from the book on each side. I love getting bookmarks, because they're so useful! And a lot of wooden bookmarks are chunky, and don't stay in the pages, but this one is paper thin, and very pretty.

I love the candle by Lichen and Limestone. It's inspired by the "November Cakes" from Palsson's Bakery. It smells amazing. It's really sweet, kind of vanilla-ish, with maybe a little bit of honey/sugar/licorice?

And finally, there is what they've called a hooded blanket scarf. It's a poncho. But actually, I love it. It's very lightweight, and looks a bit like a picnic blanket... but it's actually really nice. It's blue and white, and it has a Malvern Stables logo in the corner. Coincidentally, Malvern is the name of the town my family is from.

This box was great, a huge improvement on the monthly boxes! Clearly the limited edition boxes are the way to go. Even though I haven't read the book, I prefer the goodies to the usual stuff you get in the boxes. They definitely put more thought into the special edition boxes than the monthly ones. If they do any more limited edition boxes with authors I like, I'll definitely buy them.

[brideofcthulhu10]

Ok I’m at work and I cannot stop thinking about a soulmate au with Dwayne (because he’s my fave) where a psychic or someone tells him that he’ll meet someone with like a specific tattoo or birthmark

Sure thing! Currently the child birth post is taking a lot longer than I expected, I’ve only just finished the David segment, I still have Paul, Marko and Dwayne to go but hopefully they’ll be done before Wednesday.

Dwayne’s Fate

Halloween rolled in and yet the plethora of tourists never seemed to cease. All over the boardwalk they flocked to every newly decorated attraction, sporting cheesy plastic masks, sharing caramel apples, hugging each other as they went into the haunted house... Dwayne couldn’t help but feel the sharp pang of envy overtaking him. The young native pushed his mess of windblown black hair from his face, utterly tuned out while Marko and Paul were scoping out the beach honeys clad in bikinis and shorts. Instead he leaned on the handlebars of his bike, watching the couples pass by. Eighty-One Years. 

He had been a vampire for eighty-one years. In all that time he’d never considered anything outside of his own pack, his coven of brothers who had become vampires alongside him. It was decades of wild nights! He thought he could never want anything else. But when Michael waltzed in and swept up Star and Laddie... he felt almost dark, in a sense. 

Something changed in him the night he came back. He wasn’t sure how. What mattered was that he, and his brothers were alive once again. Well, not alive, but still. Now he was back to terrorizing the night time streets of Santa Carla like he always had. Only, it wasn’t like always.  A part of him wished there was something more to all this. He had hoped one day to settle down when he was still alive but opportunity seemed to be almost gone by this point. Drumming his fingers on the handlebars of his bike, Dwayne grew increasingly impatient remaining in place. Swinging his leg over his bike he sighed with Marko turning to watch the road hog waltz away.

“Hey, Dwayne, where you headed, man,” he called, looking up. 

“For a walk. I can’t sit here all night like you suckers,” Dwayne retorted, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. Silently he wove through bustling crowds, barely lifting his eyes. Anyone who was in his warpath quickly learned to dodge him. Thoughts plagued his head, more than he had before to the point they were cluttering against each other. 

“You there,” a voice called over the unruly sounds of Santa Carla. Dwayne hadn’t thought much of it until an elderly woman quickly wove through. “You! You! Yes, wendigo-boy!”

The term gave him pause, looking back at the silver haired crone waddling his way still pointing her dried up finger until it was inches from his nose. “Yes, I could sense the aura of you and your friends across the way. Your dark presence is unmistakable.”

Dwayne swatted her hand away with a grimace, taking a step back. “Bug off you old bat, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hissed, turning from her.

“Your past may not define your future! It is not too late to find one who can bring light to your darkness,” she insisted, running in front of him. 

Again Dwayne groaned, This broad was persistent. Even when he tried to walk away a third time she managed to swoop around him. 

She was easily in her late 80′s with wiry silver hair barely contained in a low hanging bun. Feathers stuck out of her hair, clanking armfuls of metal bangles rang whenever she moved her hands. Each boney finger cracked, dawning a ring on each that barely hung of aged flesh. Beady brown eyes practically stared into his center which made it impossible to to look at her face. Whenever she spoke he could see her crooked snaggle tooth accompanying her worn voice, raspy as if she had swallowed sandpaper. Wrapped around her burnt orange dress was a worn leather belt chipping away sporting a purple satin bag tied around it. Whatever it was she wanted to discuss was not going to wait. When his internal debate grew to be too much, she finally snatched him firmly by his wrist and began to pull him where she was determined to be. There was no point in questioning any of this, all she did was answer in stupid riddles.

"All will be answered! But you come with now, otherwise you will miss it! Then who knows when it'll happen again."

"It". Whatever this "it" was carried some weight as she used the term frequently. Although reasonably irritated, something in Dwayne felt the need to follow. He resisted the urge to rip her arm out of it’s socket, and instead rapidly shuffled his feet so he didn’t step over the hobbling broad who couldn’t be more than five feet tall- even when she wasn’t hunched over. The way she wove through tourists was eerily timed. Almost perfect. Nothing caught her off guard. Bobbing and weaving. Worst of all no one was moving, everyone around them seemed utterly oblivious to her presence! Pulling him forward she shuffled her way to a small caravan. The dusty old piece was barely illuminated by a single light hanging over the door, wedged between the old donut place and the Santa Carla Gift Shoppe.

 Still clutching his arm, they continued up creaking wooden steps that practically sang as he carried himself atop them. He can as convinced any moment this whole thing was going to collapse. The red door swung open slowly on it's own. Must've been rigged or something to do that. Meanwhile Dwayne had to duck just to avoid hitting the doorway, not that it mattered to the scatterbrained lunatic he decided to follow. Only when they were indoor did she finally release his hand and immediately shut her door behind him. It was decently bigger than what was let on initially. Tucked away behind a thick red curtain was a bed built around an arching stained glass window. It must've been somewhat decent before, athough this woman was such a hoarder you wouldn’t be able to tell at first. What books didn't fill her towering cases were strewn about the the floor in piles. Pages were stained with ink, notes written in old languages stuck to the walls between massive oil paintings depicting glorious battles, mystic creatures, ancient ones he had never seen. Plants were either hanging from the ceiling or over grown in corners. Dwayne made the mistake of sniffing at the strange red mushrooms poking out a dense pot of wriggling soil. He immediately recoiled watching worms surface just to burrow beneath the cakey mud. There were chattering cages hidden behind the bedroom curtain, ones he couldn't see into. Lined up along the wall was an oak desk draped in a velvet purple fabric coated in metallic gold zodiac symbols, completely covered end to end in bizarre herbs, animal parts, even live critters kept in an array of apothecary jars. Shelves held more, beakers of unrecognizable fluids bubbling over rickety bunsen burners. Thick crystals caked in dust jutted out beside a faded wooden box with bizarre pieces of jewelry spilling over, cobwebs gathering in untouched nooks. Rather than lamps or lanterns she had candles everywhere. Dribbling onto the floor, pouring over wrought iron candelabras, wiggling wisps of light spilling around the corners. By the kitchen space were cabinets sporting different colors of even more candles, many carved into with unfamiliar writings. When Dwayne picked up a dirty bottle covered in cobwebs off the crowded oak desk, there was a loud THWACK that made his ears wring.

“Ow! Hey-!”

Before he turned around she had a broom to his face and smacked him again. “No touching,” she demanded, yanking the bottle from him. 

“If I wanted to, I could kill you, you old hag,” he snarled, rapidly stepping towards her with fangs bared. Again, broom.

“Hush! You are not as your bothers are. You desire the knowledge, yes?! You shall not get a word if Alma is dead. No use then!”

Dwayne grumbled a sour huff, rubbing the top of his head. Again he questioned his personal sanity for humoring this hag wielding a mighty broom.

All the while the self proclaimed Alma shuffled around him, snatching up handfuls of bottles and plopping then atop another overcrowded table. Repeatedly she used the words "fool" and "knows nothing" clearly referring to him. Mostly because every time she said those words she'd look over her shoulder at him.

Black as night, her worn iron stove roared when she stoked the fire withing it's oven. Just atop the surface was a heavy black kettle nestled above a scalding red coil. It rattled and hissed, moaning when plumes of steam billowed out into the air. She mumbled and “harumph”ed her way through the caravan. Clanking down a tea set on a worn old silver tray she rapidly shuffled back to her stove to retrieve the screaming kettle still singing it's tune. Without missing a beat she dropped something inside it. It took two trembling hands she poured the water over the strange herbs she had previously retrieved into two cups. The dainty porcelain pieces were etched in golden, ancient writings atop another circular table covered by a deep blue table cloth. With that, she plunked herself atop a creaking old chair, staring at Dwayne with those beady eyes . 

‘Why the fuck am I still here with this old bat?’

Dwayne barely managed to fit in the rickety old seat that squeaked beneath his weight, staring down at the petit cup. The muddied liquid still bubbled, steam spiraling to carry an unbelievably sickening scent. Not necessarily horrible, but utterly confusing. The more he looked at it the more it seemed alive. “I am not touching that.”

“Hush! Nonsense! You shall drink as Alma does, and you will see.”

Dwayne hesitated, watching her sip at the herbal concoction. This was clearly the dumbest decison of his afterlife, but he had already died twice. What was there to be afraid of?

 “On the boardwalk.. you called me ‘wendigo’. What makes you say that?”

“I can see your true form,” she calmly explained, setting down the cup. The leaves barely floated at the base. If he turned his head he swore he could see it forming into the shape of a fanged jaw wide open. “Blood and flesh pave your future, but even those who dwell in darkness deserve a lantern to ease the suffering.”

So, she knew what they were. What he was. “Then why help me if you know I’m a vampire,” he questioned, expecting the tea to be brewed with holy water. 

“It is not my place to judge your path. I have come across many of your kind in my years of living. They all do what they must. So, drink.”

Dwayne hesitated once more, only to lift the beverage to his lips. It was bitter. The taste was reminiscent of biting into tree bark, all he could do is scrunch his nose. 

Then, Alma’s figure began to vibrate. He could see pieces of her breaking off, the room surrounding him peeling away, like old paint off a dirty wall. Strips crumbled to his feet. He attempted to move only to find himself firmly planted to his seat. There was nothing. No sound, no sight, only black. 

With a sharp inhale he opened his eyes to streams of orange. A... sunset?

Dwayne was amazed he could even remember what a sun set looked like. However, there was nothing that could take away the memory of the fire that filled the edges of the sky. Drips of night seeped in, miles of tall wheat grasses swaying in the breeze enveloping him. Still wedged in place he could only sit there, savoring a sight he would never see again.

But when he heard it, and he froze. A laugh. A twinkling bell chiming from far away. Flashes of E/C orbs flickered holding the sun within. A pearly smile whispering his name so softly it sent chills running down his spine. S/C as smooth as satin running a hand on his arm. The face cut in and out, but what he continued to see over and over was a symbol. An inky raven with wings draped over a woven dream catcher. Thick cords wove between each other into intricate details, each hole giving him pieces of who she was. Yes, she. He could hear her voice vibrate through the air. Not what it was saying, but only the sounds it made. “Alright alright, enough,” a raspy voice commanded. 

Dwayne finally jumped up and out of his chair, crashing back down to earth and only the dusty floor of Alma’s caravan practically wheezing for air. He felt like he had just been running for hours!

“Come, come let’s not be dramatic,” Alma snorted, shuffling over to take his tea over to her rusty old wash pan piled with dishes. 

It took a moment to get ahold of his bearings, swearing if he had a heartbeat right now it’d be jumping through his ribs. “What... the fuck... did you give me?!”

“No time for that, child. The bird is waiting for you just beyond the docks,” she began to babble again. Bird? Again that raven flashed before his eyes while Alma pried him off the floor. 

“Wait- but I don’t- will you quit shoving me?!”

Alma continued to yank him until he was out the door barely catching himself as they ran down the steps. “Oooh any minute, any minute. No time for dawdling!”

Quickly she took him by his arm and swung him back out into the crowd, stumbling into a young woman who nearly yelped.

“Oh shit are you okay,” she asked. A few girls giggled at him until she made a face, waving them off. “Sorry I didn’t see you there. Are you alright uh-?”

Just across her collarbone sat a raven tattoo nestled across her chest with winds spread over a dream catcher trailing into her shirt, the trickles of beads left hidden in her blouse. When he looked into those perfect E/C orbs holding the sunset beneath them he could only smile, setting her heart immediately ablaze. With a massive blush tinting her cheeks an adorable crimson hue she pulled him to his feet, unaware once he was standing that she still had not let go of his arm. Looking behind him Dwayne still expected to see the batty old woman sitting outside her caravan. Instead... there was no one in sight. No caravan either. Just an empty alleyway only sporting a few dented old trash bins overflowing with garbage. Slowly he turned back to the girl, positioning himself closer as his crisp smile beamed over cinnamon flesh.

“Well what’s your name first?”

“Y/N,” she spoke with a tender tone, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Y/N. I’m Dwayne. Nice to meet you, princess.”

[abyssal-memories-and-dreams]

Twisted Wonderland Tag!

Shout out to @twistedwonderlandconfessions for giving me inspiration to do this tag!

Rules: Answer the following questions to the best of your ability, then tag at least 3 other blogs you think would enjoy playing this game.

~Dire Crowley appears before you~

1. Welcome to Night Raven College! Did you enjoy the trip here?

For most part! I’d just rather wish I wasn’t transported in a coffin...

2. Wonderful! All students here must choose one of the seven dormitories to reside in during the school year. Which one do you choose? Why?

If I had the capabilities, I would’ve gone for Savanaclaw 100%. However, I am certain I would die within the first week, so I’m actually gonna choose Scarabia! i just think it’s a very fun dorm to live in, and I would absolutely try to ride on a flying carpet. 

3. Now that you’re officially a student, what would you like to learn first?

Definitely Potions! 

4. I’ll leave you to settle in now. Before I go, do you have any questions about the college?

How much of my soul am I gonna have to sell to pay off my tuition?

~Crowley out~

5. Which dormitory leader are you excited to meet? Why?

Probably Kalim! I can imagine myself having the most fun with him, especially knowing that he would be my dorm head.

6. Azul offers you the chance to fulfill your heart’s desire. What is it, and do you accept?

Honestly, as much as I love him and his story arc, I would probably have to refuse whatever he proposes. I can see him trying to make a contract with me in exchange for something to improve on my education or talents, but I feel like if I were to accept his offer, then I would just forget to fill my end of the bargain and lose everything in the process :(.

7. Which of the boys are you friends with? Why?

Floyd because he’s fun despite his unpredictability. Also Kalim as well because he’s also fun, and Cater because he’s laid back.

8. C’mon, we all know everyone at the school is attractive. Is there someone (or more) you’re crushing on?

I’m definitely lying if I said I didn’t have a huge small crush on Leona. As The Twisted Wonderland wiki describes it, “Leona has great respects for every women.”

9. The hallways are a terrifying place to be after hours. Who’s the last person you wanna be out there with?

Definitely Mozus. Just... anybody but him.

10. Would you rather listen to Jamil’s puns, work at the Mostro Cafe with Jade and Floyd, or clean the dungeons with Lilia?

While I feel like I can handle Jamil’s puns, I would actually prefer to work at the Monstro Cafe - gotta find a way to earn money to spend on things like the school store. If Azul even gives out paychecks.

11. Everyone loves karaoke night at the Cafe! Do you sing? If so, which song would be your go-to?

I DEFINITELY am more on the shyer side when it comes to karaoke. I’d probably do it if I had multiple friends, but it definitely takes more for me to do it by myself. If I did do it, my go-to would probably be “9 to 5″ by Dolly Parton.

12. Riddle invites you to a tea party with the rest of Heartslabyul. Do you attend?

It depends - Are we talking pre-Overblot disaster or post-Overblot. I feel like I would be more obligated to go to one of Riddle’s tea parties if it took place after the events of Episode 1.

13. Choose a champion!

I’m not sure I understand. Sorry :(

14. Favorite headcanon(s)?

I can definitely see Kalim trying to break dance like Jamil on multiple occasions only to fall on his face every time.

15. Unpopular opinion?

Don’t really have any. 

16. You forgot to send Malleus an invitation. Your survival plan?

First, I p a n i c. Then I try to hide anywhere in the school until I can make a gift basket full of ice cream to win his favor as an apology. If it doesn’t work, then... guess I’ll die :|

17. Be honest, would you trust Rook to shoot an apple off your head?

Yes and no. On one hand, as someone with great eyesight. I trust that he will know when the arrow is aimed lower than it should be. On the other, I have a fear that he might “accidentally” aim lower should I piss him off that day...

18. Lilia, Ace, and Kalim invite you to hang out with them. Do you go?!

Hell, yeah! Why wouldn’t I?

19. Where is your favorite place to chill on campus?

My Room

20. Ortho asks if you’ll help him drag Idia out of his room so he won’t skip class. How does that work out?

Probably not so well - This boi is six feet while I’m five foot two with the strength of an ant, so most likely I wouldn’t even be able to budge Idia out of his room.

21. Who would you rather train with, Jack, Sebek, or Ashton?

I feel like I’d get the most done out of training with Ashton despite his ego surpassing the volume of the entire Atlantic - 

22. You’re locked up in Mr. S’s shoppe after-hours, who’s with you?

Probably either Kalim or Floyd

23. Leona fell asleep…again. This time on top of you. You have potions in 15 minutes; what do you do?

As much as I love nap time and this man, I’d REALLY rather not miss Potions knowing how Divus is...

24. Would you rather go on a magic carpet ride with Kalim, let Vil give you the Pomefiore spa treatment, or play on Azul’s grand piano (with his supervision)?

Magic carpet ride, HANDS DOWN!

25. Grimm feels a little left out. Comfort him?

YES! Let me grab some tuna and I can give him endless pets!

Tag: Not sure. Don’t really know anyone on here that would do it...

[greengrassgrowths]

Diagon Alley is by far the most famous shopping street of magical Britain, a small sliver of a hidden world tucked away in the center of Muggle London – but that sliver is not a single street, for all that most people refer to it that way. Diagon Alley is the main road, both in terms of title and commerce: the best shops, the biggest shops, the most well-known shops, all crowd themselves onto the main alley. But there are other streets – Knockturn being the most famous (or infamous) of the lot, but it’s hardly the only road to branch away from Diagon.

One of the least famous is Spindrift Lane, a cramped and shabby little side street full of cramped and shabby shops. It is no Knockturn; if there is any Dark Magic there, it is a cheap and petty darkness that exists more to filch a few extra knuts to fill the gaps between paydays than for any grand ambitions of wild wickedness. If any corpses wash-up in their corners, they are ones who died of want rather than from murderous wands.

Spindrift Lane is host to shops of second- and third-hand robes, dented cauldrons, and outdated brooms; it is riddled with tiny eateries selling thin sandwiches and yesterday’s bread and hot cheap tea; it is defined by broken cobbles and missing shingles and windowpanes that have been repaired so many times they’ve lost all trace of shine. The stores themselves are no finer: Jugson’s Junk Shoppe is the largest on the street, a narrow building stacked seven stories high above a teetering brick arch. Halfway down the lane lies Greengrass Growths, a cheap apothecary with a wizened greenhouse crammed between its chimneys; on the corner of Diagon, edging towards a better life by inches, sits Galahad & Dukes; and tucked just behind the rubbish bins lies dusty old Tedric’s Tomes, which sells used books so worn that their spines have split their second bindings and their texts tend to be three versions out of date.

The people who live there are as thin and worn and tight-faced as the shops; their pockets are light and their shoulders are heavy; their hands are quick and clutching and they waste nothing not because they are more responsible than other wix, but because they cannot afford to be anything but frugal if they want to make it through to the next month without a stern visit from Gringotts’ goblins.

You can find happiness there too, of course; you can find happiness anywhere that there are people, for people can be trusted to conjure happiness from thin air when they have nothing else left. There are loving marriages on Spindrift Lane (although they wear thin, sometimes, under the strain of missed rent and overdue grocer’s bills) and there are doting parents on Spindrift Lane (although they must squeeze their cherishing in between customers and lunch breaks) and there are laughing, carefree siblings…although the cares come young to Spindrift Lane, and they rarely leave.

The children of Spindrift Lane have holes in their shoes and patches on their robes and sharp, darting eyes that miss nothing; they are hungry, always hungry, even when they are freshly fed; hungry not for food – although some days, yes, for that too – but rather for more. More than shabby shops and cracked cobbles and hand-me-down robes; more than rattling windows and dripping eaves and cold drafts under the door; more than a narrow, hardscrabble, hand-to-mouth life; more than just getting by.

They are Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, the children of Spindrift: children who know the value of hard work and the intoxicating taste of ambition. There are few brash Gryffindors to be found among those who know that daring too much can leave one destitute; few Ravenclaws there who can afford to dream for the sake of dreaming alone. These are children who were weaned on their parents’ fear of rent notices and desperate work ethic; children who cut their teeth on their parents’ sour dreams and broken ambitions. Children who leave Spindrift Lane do not come back – not unless they have to; not unless they fail.

Spindrift Lane is the street where failures come to rest…and sometimes, to fade until they die.

[the-book-ferret]

Is that the kettle whistling?

[twistedwonderlandconfessions]

So we got tagged in the Twisted Tag game-

Note: This is Mod Tess’ answers. Mod Marzi has already been tagged on her main c:

Thank you @whateverfloatsinmybrain for the tag!

Rules: Answer the following questions to the best of your ability, then tag at least 3 other blogs you think would enjoy playing this game.

~Dire Crowley appears before you~

1. Welcome to Night Raven College! Did you enjoy the trip here?

I mean...I guess?? Pretty neat honestly!

2. Wonderful! All students here must choose one of the seven dormitories to reside in during the school year. Which one do you choose? Why?

I would’ve chosen Diasomnia but honestly, that dorm is like...for the “honor students” and that ain’t me. So, Heartslabyul it is! 

3. Now that you’re officially a student, what would you like to learn first?

Learning how to fly a broom would be hella cool. Then after that- potions.

4. I’ll leave you to settle in now. Before I go, do you have any questions about the college?

So how the heck do students earn money around here (other than working for the cafe- if Azul would even give you a paycheck, that is)?

~Crowley out~

5. Which dormitory leader are you excited to meet? Why?

Let me meet Idia first because this boy is in need of love and support goddamn it-

6. Azul offers you the chance to fulfill your heart’s desire. What is it, and do you accept?

….Uhhhhh….. Nope. Not worth making a deal.

7. Which of the boys are you friends with? Why?

Maybe Floyd since he gives out a fun vibe. Ortho is a baby and I would be such a mom towards him. Jack, cause I honestly like to fight for fun (even if I do get actually hurt. I do not fear death-)

8. C’mon, we all know everyone at the school is attractive. Is there someone (or more) you’re crushing on?

Am-... Am I allowed to say Divus?? Am I allowed to crush on the teacher??? Cuz I am- If not then I’ll just say Ace cuz not gonna lie he hella cute.

9. The hallways are a terrifying place to be after hours. Who’s the last person you wanna be out there with?

Mozus. Or Ashton. Maybe Riddle?? /shrugs

10. Would you rather listen to Jamil’s puns, work at the Mostro Cafe with Jade and Floyd, or clean the dungeons with Lilia?

Listen to Jamil’s puns cuz I actually love puns :v But I wouldn’t mind working at the cafe!

11. Everyone loves karaoke night at the Cafe! Do you sing? If so, which song would be your go-to?

I would sing and my go-to song is… maybe Closer by The Chainsmokers?? I don’t know :/

12. Riddle invites you to a tea party with the rest of Heartslabyul. Do you attend?

I’m in the Heartslabyul dorm- you think I have a choice to not attend?? 

13. Choose a champion!

Wait what?

14. Favorite headcanon(s)?

Touch-starved Malleus is so cute. A headcanon of mine is that Floyd is a chef in the cafe and his food is actually pretty frickin’ good. Another one would be Jack and Idia becoming flustered idiots after being complimented.

15. Unpopular opinion?

/shrugs

16. You forgot to send Malleus an invitation. Your survival plan?

I accept death because how dare I forget to send an invitation to Malleus?? If that happens, I’m practically asking to be killed.

17. Be honest, would you trust Rook to shoot an apple off your head?

Hell yeah, why not?

18. Lilia, Ace, and Kalim invite you to hang out with them. Do you go?

Yep! Stickin’ close to Ace though 

19. Where is your favorite place to chill on campus?

Under the shade of a large tree. A comfy place to take a nap.

20. Ortho asks if you’ll help him drag Idia out of his room so he won’t skip class. How does that work out?

You expect an introvert to drag out another introvert? Listen, I’d be willing to help cuz I’d go into Mom Friend Mode but like- /shrugs

21. Who would you rather train with, Jack, Sebek, or Ashton?

Jack honestly cuz I like fighting dirty. Sebek lowkey gives me dumbass energy and Ashton...Not into that. 😔

22. You’re locked up in Mr. S’s shoppe after-hours, who’s with you?

“Goddamn it, Ace.”

23. Leona fell asleep…again. This time on top of you. You have potions in 15 minutes; what do you do?

Hell nah am I missing Divus’ class- Sorry, Leona-

24. Would you rather go on a magic carpet ride with Kalim, let Vil give you the Pomefiore spa treatment, or play on Azul’s grand piano (with his supervision)?

Spa treatment with Vil because I desperately need the self-care. I’m afraid of heights and I can’t play the piano-

25. Grimm feels a little left out. Comfort him?

/petpat Would give a snack too

Tag: whoever hasn’t done it yet 😔

[edda-blattfe]

Twisted Wonderland Tag Game!

Rules: Answer the following questions to the best of your ability, then tag at least 3 other blogs you think would enjoy playing this game.

~Dire Crowley appears before you~

1. Welcome to Night Raven College! Did you enjoy the trip here?

2. Wonderful! All students here must choose one of the seven dormitories to reside in during the school year. Which one do you choose? Why?

3. Now that you’re officially a student, what would you like to learn first?

4. I’ll leave you to settle in now. Before I go, do you have any questions about the college?

~Crowley out~

5. Which dormitory leader are you excited to meet? Why?

6. Azul offers you the chance to fulfill your heart’s desire. What is it, and do you accept?

7. Which of the boys are you friends with? Why?

8. C’mon, we all know everyone at the school is attractive. Is there someone (or more) you’re crushing on?

9. The hallways are a terrifying place to be after hours. Who’s the last person you wanna be out there with?

10. Would you rather listen to Jamil’s puns, work at the Mostro Cafe with Jade and Floyd, or clean the dungeons with Lilia?

11. Everyone loves karaoke night at the Cafe! Do you sing? If so, which song would be your go to?

12. Riddle invites you to a tea party with the rest of Heartslabyul. Do you attend?

13. Choose a champion!

14. Favorite headcanon(s)?

15. Unpopular opinion?

16. You forgot to send Maleus an invitation. Your survival plan?

17. Be honest, would you trust Rook to shoot an apple off your head?

18. Lilia, Ace, and Kalim invite you to hang out with them. Do you go?

19. Where is your favorite place to chill on campus?

20. Ortho asks if you’ll help him drag Idia out of his room so he won’t skip class. How does that work out?

21. Who would you rather train with, Jack, Sebek, or Ashton?

22. You’re locked up in Mr. S’s shoppe after hours, who’s with you?

23. Leona fell asleep...again. This time on top of you. You have potions in 15 minutes; what do you do?

24. Would you rather go on a magic carpet ride with Kalim, let Vil give you the Pomefiore spa treatment, or play on Azul’s grand piano (with his supervision)?

25. Grimm feels a little left out. Comfort him?

Tag:

[everafterhighdiaries]

Cedar’s Signature Diary - Chapter 4

Usually I go to the Mad Hatter's Tea Shoppe to hang out with my friends. This time, I wanted to be alone with a hot cup of willow sap tea. How was I going to find my voice?

"Hellooooooo, Cedar!" Madeline Hatter hopped into a chair next to me, "It looks like you could use a friend. Mind if I help myself to a cup?" She reached into her hat for a steaming cup of tea. Maddie can pull just about anything from her hat. It's a wicked cool trick! "So you're looking for your voice —"

"How did you know?"

"It says so in the first paragraph of Chapter 4." I wasn't shocked with her answer. Maddie is known for her riddle-iculous reasoning, "So where do you think you left your voice?" When I explained that I was trying to find my voice in art, Maddie got confused, "You don't use your voice in art. You use paint. That's a riddle fiddle." Then her eyes lit up, "Voice... paint... riddle! I've got it!"

Maddie grabbed a heart-shaped key, and unlocked a heart-shaped door in the corner of the Tea Shoppe. On the other side of the door was a perfectly manicured playing field. Just as I was about to ask Maddie where we were going, I heard, "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"

[tiny-idiot-in-a-tinier-bucket]

Tagged by @kickassfu

Nickname: Larkspur.

Zodiac Sign: I have no idea and I'm too lazy to look it up.

Height: 5'8". Wish I were taller, tbh.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin. Only reason I'm Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw is because I am far too lazy to answer a riddle every time I want to reach the common room. I choose to be Slytherin, gods damn it. Also, pride is literally my entire personality, so there's that.

Last thing I Googled: Jacob x Edward because I absolutely love the fanfiction. Some of it is surprisingly well-written and rewrites the characters to be lovable; some of it is just fun to laugh at or with depending on what the target was.

Song stuck in my head: Santa Baby was this morning and now it's Drunken Sailor. I promise I have no good reason why I had Santa Baby stuck in my head.

Following/Followers: Mostly friends in my followers and I follow mostly fandom and writing blogs, follow some aesthetic blogs here and there. If you're wondering which fandoms, I am in the Suits, SNK/AOT, BNHA/MHA, Witcher, Doctor Who, and Firefly fandoms among other assorted fandoms.

Amount of sleep: I've been over-sleeping recently. It's not very good for me, but you know.

Lucky numbers: 3. I was born with my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck three times and I've heard that once is a blessing from Oðinn. No idea what three means, but I joke that it means I've been blessed three times.

Dream job: I want to own my own tea shoppe that has a used bookstore attached to it and to write books as well.

Favourite songs: Toothwheels by múm.

Instruments: I used to play clarinet and I sing some. Neither too well, though.

Random fact: I have a rabbit named Smokey Joe. He's my baby. I'm about to have another baby, too. He's a puppy named Duke.

Favourite animal sound: the soft breathing of a sleeping animal. Doesn't matter what animal as long as they aren't snoring.

Aesthetic: The time fall is going into winter. Ice over dead leaves. Fog and icy rain. The works.