tea scribbles


More merch for me! I ordered some stuff by @aileine from Redbubble (a mug, a notebook, some stickers, a print, a pillow) and I’m the happiest bean rn because my Eruri-collection keeps growing and seriously…her stuff is amazing and looks awesome on the products *__*. The quality itself is also very good!

If only the Eruris themselves could keep away from my stuff =__=

They take couple-baths in my tea (til Erwin farts at least)…

…and they try to take glances at my notebook. Those fuckers.

Tea Magick

In my (limited) experience I’ve noted that there are many ways to do “tea magick,” or magick involving the use of tea. Some forms are complicated rituals and other forms are very simple. I’m a busy college student with a general preference for the simplistic, so here are a few simple types of tea magick that are good for people who like simple magick or don’t have time for something complicated.

1) Sigils are a good way to make anything, even your morning cup of tea, magickal. I either create a new sigil or use one from my sigil book, depending on if I already have one for the specific purpose I need. There are several ways the sigil could be applied: written directly on the cup, written on a piece of paper and then adhered to the cup, written on the tag of the tea bag if you aren’t using loose leaf tea, or even possibly written in honey at the base of the cup before you pour in the water.

2) Pick a tea for a specific purpose and meditate on it while you drink. For example, I wanted inspiration for a story I was writing so I made the cup of tea based on the story: a blended tea with honey and a little sugar reminiscent of the character’s personality. Another simpler example is making chamomile tea with honey for the purpose of relaxation and soothing.

3) When the tea is fresh and hot, hold your face over it and feel the steam caress you. It’s very soothing and it feels as if the tea is reaching out to offer help and kindness.

The thing about these methods that I think is the best is that they’re versatile. You don’t have to be at home making tea to use these. You could be buying a cup of tea from Starbucks and scribble a concentration sigil on the cup with a sharpie on your way to class. Magick is all about the intent you pour into it, not if you’re the one pouring the tea.

Hard day’s night

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, smut, swearing, overall sweetness!

Summary: Bucky asks for some time off to spend with his wife. 

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

“For some one whose supposed to have their shit together, I’m a goddamn mess” Bucky muttered as he ransacked the bedroom, desperately looking for that knife.

You honestly had no idea which one he meant when he explained it to you: ‘that double bladed, Swiss.. bla bla bla’ when you asked what he was looking for.

“Buck, do you really need that one knife? You have a whole secret closet full of weapons in here” you rolled your eyes at the look of offence on his face.

“It aint that much of a secret when you know about it, now is it, dollface? And yes! I need that knife!”

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A tall order

“He’s new?”

His otherwise regular barista smiles in a way Yaku knows from experience: his worst shit eating grin.

“Ah. He is, he’s pretty enthusiastic.”

Yaku ignores Kuroo’s insinuations.

“Yaku san! Here’s your coffee, I put in the sugar by the side, half cream and whisked. Spoonful of cinnamon and a quarter of cocoa.”

Yaku takes the perforated cup with a curved “Yaku san” written on it, what can he say, Kuroo knowlingly waggles his brows and wipes down the bench.

“But the cinnamon stick?“

“Is not sugared and-”

“And not powdered!” Lev beams. Yaku prefered sticking to a regular, first time orders were more of a hassle. The wafting remains of cinnamon, and the speck of brown on Lev’s nose was telling of the work he put in it.



Lev scratches his head. His badge tilted. Yaku’s wants to correct it all of a sudden.

“But you know Yaku san… that was one tall order and that is well-”

Kuroo stifles a gag. Yaku does not leave a tip.


“The regular Yaku san?”

Be as it may, he has become Lev’s regular, he looks at his bouncing frame already mixing the cream. Yaku suspects that Lev prepares it in advance, he isn’t going to test that though.

He likes his regular as it is. But.


The barista whirls so fast, the drink almost sloshes his green apron. Is this really a good idea…then Lev smiles and Yaku feels warmer than he’s felt after a sip of the hottest coffee. It’s sweet too.

Lev stands tall like an honest cinnamon stick, it had stopped irking Yaku recently. It’s cinnamon after all.

“Make it two.”

“Um..” Lev rings the counter, “With the usual?”

“With whatever the barista likes.”

Lev looks at him, his gaze widening to twin tea cups. The scribbled Yaku san (which also Yaku suspects Lev has made a collection of beforehand) shakes in his hands.

“That’s easy, I really like Yaku san!”


These days Yaku never leaves a tip.

He simply orders an extra coffee.