Claret, at your service!

totally fine, I know I’m really inactive. 
so, to all my followers, the official claret of the RP is under this url:

http://corsets-and-cakes.tumblr.com/

I guess I’ll still be here every once in a while, probably in character if anyone wants to speak, but I’m no longer the official Claret of the teahouse rp, just so we are all clear. 

<3 thanks to those who followed me, even though I was so bad at staying active.
& to the other players, you guys are great. I wish I had time like you do/did. keep rockin

if any of you wanna chat, just message me. I’m always up for talking to anyone, even if it’s ooc

Can’t argue with that!! I wonder if Rory made any today….

notyour-whore:

claret-teahouserp:

Claret stood in front of Linneus’s door, and hesitated before softly knocking on it. Guilt was written all over her face as she waited for her friend to answer the door. She attempted to put a happy face on, but she feared (correctly so,) that her worried eyes would give her true feelings away. Guilt. Not that she’d forgotten his birthday, because she didn’t, she’d remembered at the last minute, but because she was going to him empty-handed…

For a moment, Linneus stood and blinked twice in confusion— had someone just knocked or was he imagining things? —Could it be Atros? No, no it wouldn’t be him. He’d probably have gone home to Yvette by now. Slowly, he walked over and opened the door, peering out into the dimly lit hallway at Claret.

A small smile formed on his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his cerulean hues. “Oh, hello Claret. Is there something you needed?”

Claret barely noticed the sad look in his eyes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and confessed her wrongdoings at a rapid pace, “Linneus I am so so sorry we didn’t really celebrate your birthday today, and I almost forgot, I’m so sorry, but then I remembered and I tried to bake you a cake at the last minute but I made it wrong and it got really burnt -” she paused to catch her breath, and then continued, “it was really gross and I couldn’t bring it to you but now I feel really bad about not having anything for your birthday… I’m really sorry.” 
When her apology speech was done, she looked at the floor, ashamed of her impotence.  

notyour-whore:

The pink-haired courtesan let out a sigh, a sad smile on his soft lips, “I knew no one would remember.” Linneus laughed lightly and brushed tears out of his eyes. Everyone else could forget, and it wouldn’t bother him any, but the sad part was that Xanthe forgot. Forgot Linneus’ birthday.

Picking up one of the cupcakes Rory made, he whispered, “Happy birthday to me,” and licked away a bit of the frosting and took a bite.

Claret stood in front of Linneus’s door, and hesitated before softly knocking on it. Guilt was written all over her face as she waited for her friend to answer the door. She attempted to put a happy face on, but she feared (correctly so,) that her worried eyes would give her true feelings away. Guilt. Not that she’d forgotten his birthday, because she didn’t, she’d remembered at the last minute, but because she was going to him empty-handed…

notyour-whore:

claret-teahouserp:

She grinned at the sight of Linneus, and waved in reply “I’m alright dear, I’ve been trying to figure out the schedules for Atros…” she flicked her hand back and forth in the air, as if it were an unimportant job, when really she just wanted to forget what a struggle it had been trying to get organized.
“I’d actually love some… do you have any mint tea?” she asked, peeking over his shoulder as if to look for the tea herself. “How are you doing?” Claret met his gaze and smiled sweetly at her friend. 

“Actually, that’s what I made— I normally prefer Earl Grey, but today mint tea sounded nice.” He gives her a charming smile and pours her a cup, crushing pink tresses away from his face, sweeping them behind his ear. Handing her the cup, Linneus nudged the bowl of sugar cubes towards her as well, and smiles lightly. “I’ve been… ” There were a million things he could have said, but all that came out was “fine,” although it wasn’t entirely true, it worked. Taking another sip of his own lightly sweetened tea, he looks over at her once more. “I hope you haven’t been too over-worked?” Though, she didn’t get many clients, so he supposed the other work made up for it.

“Mmm” She sighed, inhaling the scent of the fresh mint tea, “It’s always been my favorite. Thanks.” Claret took the cup into her hands and grinned at Linneus as he nudged the sugars towards her- He knew her well. Nothing was ever too sweet for her taste. After adding three- and resisting a fourth- sugar cubes to her tea, she stirred her cup and took a sip. It was warm, and relaxing. She sighed, and then realized her friend was responding to her question. Fine.  Hm… Fine didn’t always mean good. She contemplated over what she should say in response; she hoped she wasn’t being rude, but she couldn’t help her curiosity. “Just fine, Linneus?” she asked him, sweetly, “I hope you’re not being overworked… which I’m not, by the way. Everyone knows I don’t do nearly enough work to earn my stay here..” She said, with a subconscious pout. Her words were a repeat of what Lilith had been so kind to remind her countless times in the past. 

cupcakeswithrainbowsandsmiles:

teahousecomic:

E sends CC a rough sketch of a pin up of Axis with a hawk on his shoulder.

CC: I dig the Axis piece. It’s so AMERICAN XD
E: ITS A HAWK
E: YOU FUCKER
CC: Can the eagle have an American flag tattoo?
E: IT’S
E: NOT
E: AN
E: EAGLEKJLSKDFJLSD
E: do you even know how big they are
E: you big bitch
CC: IT JUST LOOKS SO PATRIOTIC
CC: AND READY TO SERVE ITS COUNTRY
CC: OR AT LEAST NASCAR
E: die

((-dies of laughter- Oh my god you two are funny))

[[perfection]]

notyour-whore:

claret-teahouserp started following you.

“Claret!” Linneus waves over at her and offers a light smile, leaning back against the counter and sipping his tea. “How are you? Would you like a cup of tea?”

She grinned at the sight of Linneus, and waved in reply “I’m alright dear, I’ve been trying to figure out the schedules for Atros…” she flicked her hand back and forth in the air, as if it were an unimportant job, when really she just wanted to forget what a struggle it had been trying to get organized.
“I’d actually love some… do you have any mint tea?” she asked, peeking over his shoulder as if to look for the tea herself. “How are you doing?” Claret met his gaze and smiled sweetly at her friend. 

shut-up-val started following you

Welcome to the Teahouse, dear. Is there something I can do for you?

um… Mercutio… I…
I really hope you don’t use my heels for anything involving… whatever this is.