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readtilyoudie · 1 year ago
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TEA DRAGON: TAPESTRY
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ceylonteadragon · 1 year ago
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Tea Dragon Guide
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a-ramblinrose · 5 months ago
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JOMP BPC || July 21 || Favorite Endpages:  The Tea Dragon Tapestry by K. O'Neill
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zohrajabeen · 2 years ago
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sobbing. bawling, even.
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fromthestacks · 2 years ago
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The Tea Dragon Tapestry by K. O’Neill
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sheilajsn · 1 year ago
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Serie Tea Dragon de Kay O'Neill
La serie Tea Dragon de Kay O’Neill es una trilogĂ­a de novelas grĂĄficas para niños, la cual originalmente era un webcomic y luego fue publicada en libros fĂ­sicos. La serie consta de tres libros, The Tea Dragon Society, The Tea Dragon Festival y The Tea Dragon Tapestry. Los libros han ganado muchos premios debido a sus hermosas ilustraciones y a su mensaje de inclusiĂłn (aquĂ­ tenemos personajes

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jsalim-art · 2 years ago
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This is the last of the tea dragon books I'll be reading. I do feel kinda sad there's only three in the series but despite that all three have such beautiful illustrations
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introvertedexhuastedpigeon · 8 months ago
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these books are really lovely
if you like the owl house you'll probably like these
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potato-with-gay-intent · 9 months ago
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Ok help I finished the 3rd tea dragon society book and now I have realized that I have read them all and i am trying not to cry. Everything about it was perfect and adorable and I will probably end up drawing them soon I want more gayssssss
(This is also a good time to say I might be posting my art on this blog, and maybe make my own stuff instead of reposting everything)
Edit: My art is just hyper-fixation doodles from a gay boy
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quirkycatsfatstacks · 1 year ago
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Review: The Tea Dragon Tapestry
Series: Tea Dragon #3Writer/Artist: Katie O’NeillPublisher: Oni PressReleased: June 2, 2021Received: Library Find it on Goodreads | Summary: Greta has been fortunate enough to become the caregiver for Ginseng for several months now. Unfortunately, Ginseng is still mourning the loss of their previous caretaker, and as we all know – watching a loved one grieve is challenging. More so when

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readtilyoudie · 9 months ago
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TEA DRAGON TAPESTRY
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ceylonteadragon · 2 years ago
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Icons From Tea Dragon Society by Kay O'Neill
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winterfitzamobi · 1 year ago
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Amigxs, minha Ășltima leitura - obs: tive MUITA sorte com ela(s) - foi a trilogia de Tea Dragon Society e meu deus..... me falta palavras para descrever essa experiĂȘncia. Os desenhos, os temas, os personagens, a delicadeza e os dragĂ”es.... TUDO nessa sĂ©rie foi perfeita.
Me fez chorar diversas vezes e eu queria ter tido a sorte de ter lido esses livros enquanto pequena pra crescer com a leveza e magia que elas entregam.
Enfim, muito obrigada Katie O'Neill, suas palavras ficarĂŁo marcadas pra sempre no meu coração â€ïžđŸ‰đŸ”đŸ«§đŸȘ»
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Foi difĂ­cil selecionar esses trechinhos para vocĂȘs, mas aqui estĂŁo alguns dos meus favoritos!! Ah e o meu livro preferido foi o segundo, The Tea Dragon Festival âœšïžđŸ„
Se iverem a oportunidade, LEIAM!
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solxamber · 22 days ago
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Had the thought of "Malleus helps the prefect with their crush on a NRC student by suggesting fae courtship advice" and realized how funny it sounded but I cannot for the life of me write. So I skitter to you
So! Maybe a request of Malleus listening to how his beloved little friend has a crush on azul or idia whoever you choose, and is too anxious of rejection to ask them out, but he tries his best to help, however he most likely has no idea on human courtship, so ends up giving reader advice that mostly correlates with fae courtship rituals, maybe with Lilia helping out somewhat with advice he knows would work better for humans and maybe it can be a fem or gn reader?/lh
Fae Courtship 101: Romance Gone Wrong || Idia Shroud
In your desperation to confess your feelings to Idia, you've recruited Malleus to help you. Except his help is mildly concerning at best and extremely alarming at worst.
a/n: so sorry for the extremely long wait, i hope you like it <3
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You were deep in super hell.
Not just any hell—ultra-max difficulty hell with a boss fight at the end. Why? Because you were hopelessly, embarrassingly smitten with Idia Shroud. Every time he so much as muttered a sarcastic comment under his breath, your brain turned into static noise and you felt like you were pulling on a gacha with a rate up of 0.000001%.
Which is why, when Malleus Draconia suddenly appeared in the middle of Ramshackle like a fae bat signal, you didn’t even blink. You were too far gone. You just flung yourself onto the couch and unleashed your woes like a possessed infomercial host.
“HE’S TOO CUTE,” you screamed into a throw pillow. “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. HIS HAIR GLOWS, MALLEUS. HIS. HAIR. GLOWS.”
Malleus, who had been standing ominously in the corner like a living gargoyle, tilted his head. “This sounds
 grave.”
“IT IS,” you wailed. “Every time I see him, I want to just—ugh, I don’t know—hand him a limited-edition figure and tell him he’s my forever player two! But then I don’t because my brain decides to blue-screen instead! I’m a romantic coward!”
“Curious,” Malleus murmured.
You sat up, clutching the pillow like a lifeline. “Do you even know how bad it is? The other day, he tripped over his own shoelace and I almost confessed right then and there! I can’t keep living like this!”
Malleus’s glowing eyes narrowed in what could only be described as dramatic princely determination. “Say no more, child of man.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
“I shall aid you in this endeavor,” he announced, placing a hand over his chest like he was about to duel a dragon in your honor. “You have my solemn vow that your courtship will succeed.”
You blinked again, the words taking a few extra seconds to register. “Wait. What?”
“I have centuries of experience in matters of the heart,” Malleus declared with a completely straight face.
“You do?” you asked, very reasonably skeptical because the only “courtship” you could imagine him doing was with a gargoyle in a medieval tapestry.
“Indeed,” he continued, undeterred by your blatant disbelief. “Shroud will recognize your worth once we present him with a grand gesture of affection.”
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Define ‘grand gesture,’” you said, suddenly wary.
“A trophy of unparalleled rarity,” Malleus suggested with the confidence of someone who had definitely never bought a gift before. “Or perhaps a demonstration of your magical prowess. You are quite skilled at
 surviving near-death experiences, are you not?”
“That’s not a talent!” you yelped.
He ignored you, his enthusiasm building like a storm. “Yes. I shall teach you the ancient fae techniques of courtship. You shall sweep Shroud off his feet.”
You buried your face in your hands. “This is going to end in a lawsuit.”
“Nonsense,” Malleus said firmly. “It will end in love.”
You weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh, or start writing your will.
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You stared at the piece of paper in your hand like it had personally wronged you. Because, honestly, it had.
Malleus was perched regally on your couch, sipping tea like this wasn’t entirely his fault. “This poem,” he said, voice brimming with pride, “will surely capture Idia Shroud’s heart. It is both heartfelt and
 inventive.”
“It’s terrible,” you muttered, waving the paper at him. “It sounds like a rejected NPC dialogue option.”
“Nonsense,” Malleus replied, unbothered. “It is a masterpiece of raw emotion. Shall I read it to you again?”
“No!” you said, alarmed. “I still haven’t recovered from the first time!”
It had been a mess. Rhyming “gamer” with “flamer,” shoehorning in “Player Two,” and an overly dramatic stanza about “lighting up the dark like a 5-star pull.” It sounded like a bad RPG side quest.
“I can’t give this to him,” you whined. “He’ll think I wrote it drunk.”
Malleus, ever unshaken, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Then I shall present it to him on your behalf. I am an excellent orator.”
Your brain lagged. “You what?!”
Before you could stop him, Malleus plucked the poem from your hands and practically glided out the door. You ran after him, panic bubbling in your chest.
You caught up to him just as he cornered Idia in the library. Poor Idia looked like he was questioning every life choice that had led him here.
“Child of man,” Malleus said gravely, holding the poem like it was an ancient scroll. “Your heart has crafted a most wondrous ode to Idia Shroud. Allow me to deliver your words of passion.”
“No. Nope. Nope,” you interrupted, lunging forward.
But Malleus had already begun. “To the one whose hair glows like—”
You didn’t let him finish. Instinct took over. You snatched the paper out of his hand and, in one smooth motion, ate it.
Idia blinked. Then blinked again. “
Did you just eat paper?”
You gagged but managed to choke it down, wiping your mouth with as much dignity as you could muster. “Yup. Totally. Don’t even worry about it.”
Malleus looked genuinely offended. “Why would you consume such a heartfelt creation?”
“Because it was awful,” you hissed, yanking him by the sleeve.
Meanwhile, Idia just stood there, watching this unhinged disaster unfold. He glanced at Malleus, then at you, then at the faint sheen of sweat on your forehead. “Man,” he mumbled, “I should’ve just stayed in my room.”
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Malleus stood in the middle of Ramshackle’s living room, radiating regal confidence and possibly a bit too much enthusiasm for someone whose advice had caused you to eat a poem in front of your crush just two days prior.
“I have considered our previous efforts,” Malleus began, pacing dramatically, “and I believe it is time to enact a traditional fae courtship ritual.”
You squinted at him from your spot on the couch. “Define ‘traditional.’”
Malleus clasped his hands behind his back. “It is quite simple. You must leave a series of carefully chosen gifts for Idia to discover. Each one should symbolize your intentions, culminating in an offer of eternal devotion.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you said cautiously. “What kind of gifts are we talking about?”
Malleus turned to you, his expression far too serious. “The first gift must be a bouquet of midnight roses—each petal dipped in the dew of the first frost. The second, a vial of your own tears, to show vulnerability. And the third, a token of your affection, forged in moonlit flames.”
You stared at him, horrified. “Malleus, I don’t know how to say this politely, but
 are you nuts?!”
He frowned, clearly confused. “Is this not how humans express their love?”
“No!” you exclaimed. “Nobody’s out here crying into vials or setting up romantic blacksmith sessions!”
Malleus waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense. It is a noble and time-honored method. Come, I will assist you.”
Step 1: Midnight Roses
Somehow, you found yourself sneaking into the Botanical Gardens late at night with Malleus, who had insisted on conjuring the “perfect” roses.
“These roses will shine with a light so soft, it will illuminate your sincerity,” he said as he gestured dramatically.
A small explosion followed.
When the smoke cleared, you were holding a bouquet of roses that were glowing like neon signs. “Malleus, these look radioactive. Are you trying to confess or give him superpowers?”
He looked affronted. “Their brilliance reflects your ardor!”
Your ardor looked like it would set off a Geiger counter.
Step 2: The Vial of Tears
“Now, you must cry into this vial,” Malleus instructed, handing you what looked like a fancy perfume bottle.
“Do you hear yourself?” you asked, utterly baffled.
“Think of your love for Shroud,” he said. “Surely the emotion will move you to tears.”
You tried. You really did. But after five minutes of sitting there awkwardly, all you had to offer was a single, pathetic sniffle.
“Perhaps I should assist,” Malleus said, reaching out. “Do you require a tragic tale? A dramatic betrayal?”
“No! Absolutely not!” you snapped, shoving the bottle back at him. “I am not sobbing into a vial for anyone!”
Step 3: The Moonlit Token
The final step involved an actual fire pit behind Ramshackle because, according to Malleus, the moonlit flames were essential.
“I shall forge your token,” Malleus declared, summoning a small inferno that nearly took out the lawn.
When the smoke cleared, you held a jagged piece of metal that looked like it was ripped off an air conditioning unit.
“What is this supposed to be?” you asked flatly.
“A medallion,” Malleus said proudly.
“It looks like I pulled it out of a scrap heap!”
You delivered the “gifts” to Idia during a moment of sheer madness, mostly because Malleus had already enchanted the roses to literally float behind you, and they weren’t going anywhere.
Idia opened his door and froze. His hair immediately flickered pink as he stared at you, the bouquet, the medallion, and—was that a perfume bottle?
“What
 is happening right now?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“It’s—uh—fae courtship stuff?” you mumbled, trying to shove the glowing bouquet into his hands.
The roses sparked.
“Oh my god, is this thing going to explode?!” Idia yelped, throwing them across the room.
You panicked and shoved the medallion forward. “Here! It’s—it’s a token of my affection?”
Idia stared at the jagged metal piece. “Did you
 dig this out of a junkyard?”
“NO!”
Finally, you shoved the vial of “tears” at him. Idia took one look at it, his face a mixture of disbelief and growing alarm.
“Did you just hand me a potion ingredient?!”
At this point, you were ready to die. Before you could explain yourself, Idia closed the door and slid down to the floor on the other side, clutching his heart.
“Fae Courtship...they like me,” he whispered, his hair a vibrant pink. “They're insane, but they like me.”
Meanwhile, you turned to Malleus outside Ramshackle, utterly mortified.
“I hate you,” you groaned.
Malleus only smiled. “An absolute success.”
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Malleus was once again pacing in Ramshackle’s living room like a Victorian gentleman trying to solve the case of your disastrously one-sided love life.
“Here is what we shall do,” he said, hands clasped and gaze intense. “You will prepare a ceremonial feast. Cook for him using ingredients that symbolize your intentions. Lavender for devotion, honey for sweetness, and”—he paused dramatically—“a pheasant roasted under the light of the full moon. You must present it to him on a silver platter while reciting your feelings in the Fae tongue.”
You blinked. “Malleus. Where in Twisted Wonderland am I supposed to find a pheasant?!”
He looked mildly offended. “Surely you can catch one. Do you not have traps?”
“I live in Ramshackle, not the woods!” you snapped. “Also, I think Idia would keel over if I walked in with a roasted bird and started chanting in Fae.”
Malleus sighed. “Child of man, your lack of commitment is concerning.”
Before you could argue, Lilia materialized from who knows where with his usual mischievous grin. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled. “This is incredibly entertaining.”
You glared at him. “Lilia, I’m in emotional distress, not a soap opera.”
“Exactly why I’m here,” Lilia said, flopping into a chair. “Malleus, your suggestions are delightful, but I’d prefer not to have Idia hospitalized from sheer terror. Allow me to offer some
 balance.”
Malleus frowned. “Balance?”
“Yes,” Lilia said. “Like suggesting something sane, such as gifting him a rare figurine from one of his favorite animes. It’s thoughtful, meaningful, and most importantly, won’t require a midnight hunt.”
You thought getting a figurine would be easy. You were wrong.
You tried everything:
Azul offered to get it—if you signed a contract that basically gave him first claim on your future firstborn.
Ruggie smugly said he could “procure” it but asked for a kidney as collateral.
Just when you were about to accept your fate as figurine-less, Kalim swooped in like the sunshine prince he is, offering to buy it outright with his seemingly infinite wealth. “You want it? I’ll get it! It’ll be fun!” You could’ve cried.
Bless Kalim and his endless generosity.
When you finally gave the figurine to Idia, you were an exhausted wreck. It had taken days, multiple negotiations, and at least one near-death experience (Ruggie’s "payment terms" were aggressive).
Idia stared at the box, then at you, then back at the box. His hair flickered pink as his mind tried to process the situation.
“Is this—?” he started, his voice cracking.
You nodded. “It’s that limited-edition one you mentioned.”
Idia froze, clutching the box like it was the Holy Grail. “H-how did you even afford this?!” he stammered. “No offense, but have you seen Ramshackle?!”
“Bye!” you squeaked, panicking and bolting out the door before he could say anything else.
Malleus, watching you sprint away from Ignihyde like a spooked animal, nodded sagely. “Another success.”
Lilia shook his head, cackling. “If nothing else, this is fantastic entertainment.”
Meanwhile, back in his room, Idia sat on the floor, staring at the figurine. His hair was a fiery pink as his brain short-circuited.
“They remembered,” he whispered. “They actually remembered
”
Ortho popped into the room. “Big Brother, are you okay? Your vitals are—”
“LEAVE ME TO DIE IN PEACE!” Idia shrieked, clutching the figurine like a lifeline.
It was safe to say the figurine worked.
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You were lying on the couch at Ramshackle, contemplating your life choices and whether Malleus or Lilia was the greater threat to your sanity, when Ortho appeared at your door.
“Big Brother has summoned you to Ignihyde!” he chirped, far too cheerful for your emotional state.
“What did I do now?” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face.
“I think it’s good news!” Ortho said, clearly hiding something.
Given that this was Idia, “good news” could mean anything from “I found a new game to play” to “you’re about to be the first human test subject for my latest invention.” Against your better judgment, you followed Ortho.
When you entered Idia’s room, he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his hair flickering an anxious shade of pink. He didn’t even look up from his console, which was just a black screen because he’d obviously forgotten to turn it on in his panic.
“Uh, thanks for coming,” he mumbled.
“You did send your little brother to fetch me like I was being summoned to the Underworld,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms.
Idia winced. “Y-yeah, sorry about that. I panicked, okay?”
You sat down on the floor across from him, waiting. His hair crackled as he kept fidgeting, his gaze darting everywhere but you. Finally, he took a deep breath and blurted out:
“So, I’ve been analyzing your recent behavior, and it’s, uh
 come to my attention that
 maybe you like me?”
You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift from mumbling to outright accusations. “Analyzing my behavior?”
“Yes!” he squeaked, gripping his knees like his life depended on it. “The weird flustered thing you do when I talk to you, the whole ‘anime figurine extravaganza’ that nearly killed you—don’t think I didn’t hear about that, by the way—and the fact that you’ve willingly talked to me more than once. It all adds up!”
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked increasingly panicked.
“I mean, if you don’t like me, that’s fine! I’ll just—uh, go smite myself with a lightning bolt or something. Lemme call Malleus; he’ll be thrilled to help.”
“Idia—”
“But!” he interrupted, holding up a finger. “If you do like me, I
 I think I should tell you that I
 uh, I like you too.” His voice cracked on the last word, and his hair flared bright pink. “A lot. Like, an unhealthy amount of 'a lot.’”
You sat there, stunned, as his words hung in the air.
“And, uh, I’m confessing because
 well, I’m not sure I’d survive another one of Malleus’s courtship rituals. No offense, but I think he’s trying to kill me. Ortho heard he suggested you bring me a lock of your hair dipped in a mild poison to solidify our bond?!”
At that, the floodgates broke. Exhausted, drained, and done with this entire saga, you leaned forward, cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him. His hair crackled as it flared a near-neon pink, and he froze like a system on the verge of a crash.
When you pulled back, you sighed. “Thank you for finally putting me out of my misery.”
“I—wait—what—” His brain was clearly blue-screening.
“Idia,” you said firmly, shaking him gently. “Yes, I like you. Yes, this whole thing has been a nightmare. And yes, if I have to call Malleus one more time for ‘help,’ I might smite myself.”
He blinked rapidly, finally rebooting. “Oh. Cool. Uh, can I—?” He gestured vaguely, his face red as a tomato.
You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, pulling him into a hug. Somewhere in the distance, you were pretty sure you heard Ortho cheering.
Back at Diasomnia, Malleus scribbled something into his journal. “Another successful courtship facilitated by me,” he muttered, thoroughly pleased with himself.
“Keep telling yourself that,” Lilia said, chuckling from his spot on the couch.
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botanicalbard · 6 months ago
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You’ve accidentally awakened a hyperfixation beast
My guy (gender neutral) I read the first book of the tea dragon society years ago you bringing it up on the empires blog made me reread it and buy the next two books and read them both in a day and now I’m fighting the urge to give every character I’ve ever made one.
All according to plan.
Seriously though, I love those books so much. They’re so sweet and of course gay.
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makingqueerhistory · 1 year ago
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The Tea Dragon Society Box Set
K. O'Neill
The Tea Dragon Society After discovering a lost tea dragon in the marketplace, Greta learns about the dying art form of tea dragon caretaking from the kind tea shop owners, Hesekiel and Erik. As she befriends them and their shy ward, Minette, Greta sees how the craft enriches their lives--and eventually her own.
The Tea Dragon Festival Rinn has grown up with the Tea Dragons that inhabit their village, but stumbling across a real dragon turns out to be a different matter entirely! Aedhan is a young dragon who was appointed to protect the village, but fell asleep in the forest eighty years ago. With the aid of Rinn's adventuring uncle Erik and his partner Hesekiel, they investigate the mystery of his enchanted sleep... But Rinn's real challenge is to help Aedhan come to terms with feeling that he cannot get back the time he has lost.
The Tea Dragon Tapestry Join Greta and Minette once more for the heartwarming conclusion of the award-winning Tea Dragon series! Over a year since being entrusted with Ginseng's care, Greta still can't chase away the cloud of mourning that hangs over the timid Tea Dragon. Meanwhile, Minette receives a surprise package from the monastery where she was once training to be a prophetess. Told with the same care and charm as the previous installments of the Tea Dragon series, The Tea Dragon Tapestry welcomes old friends and new into a heartfelt story of purpose, love, and growth.
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