#tch poems

[bri1234]

Poems that remind me of TCH pt. 5 💙

Haven't posted one of these in a little bit, so I figured it was time lol.

[decayingbooksandrain]

This time of year is so odd to me. On one hand there's a little kid excited to go trick or treating and carving pumpkins. Then there's the teenager wishing for that feeling again but knowing it's not coming back. It's dead and rotting like the last pumpkin I carved.

[dandelion-blues]

To Percy, Sally Jackson’s son.

Why do you stay with her?

When your bloody and bruised

When her pride almost gets you killed

Loyalty truly is a fatal flaw

Why do you smile?

Her lips are stained red

Her heart always beats for another

And you can never compare

Why do you let her use you?

Your achievements are hers

Your dreams useless to hers

Normality killed by the world she insists on making

Why do you let her mock you?

“Seaweed brain, all your plans are useless”

“Coward, admit your feelings for me before your reaped”

“It’s our ‘guy secret’ remember brain boy”

Why do you let her hurt you?

You’re stupid, a kick to the shins

Stop speaking, an elbow to the ribs

Don’t leave, a judo-flip where your mortal spot from Achilles’ curse once was

Will you die for her?

Worse, you’ll fall into Tartarus for her

Protecting her while she keeps you on your toes

Only to have to suffer and suppress yourself

How can others stand this?

Easy, you are a monster that needs to be restrained

So you try to kill yourself in poison she made you promise not to control

And Loyalty never knows abuse when it is absolute

To clarify, it’s Riodan’s Annabeth I don’t like, and when writing her, it will be as a friend, and her more extreme behavior is changed or addressed. Though, Percy is always my focus anyways. 😊

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[hell-litwrites]

I miss you sounds too small,

Anything else sounds too fancy,

Peace surrounds me where I'm sitting,

But my thoughts are too distorted,

I've been trying to smile,

It's been a bit since my smile stayed,

Happiness is too fleeting,

I think that's how it always was,

I just took too long to realise that,

I was smiling a while ago,

Now I'm again stuck at trying,

I miss you sounds too small,

Anything else sounds too fancy,

It's too soon to write,

You haven't even reached,

It's too soon to be sad again,

But I don't think I control it anymore,

I'm shaking again,

Thoughts already turning darker,

I flash a smile at someone,

I think I didn't even mask it well,

Someone's laughing,

I feel bad for being honest,

I should've lied,

Told everyone I'm fine,

I'll do that when I go back,

I'll smile and,

I'll mask everything well,

And everyone will be content,

I'll be the one wrong,

I'll tell them I'm sorry,

That I'll try harder,

And I'll be happy for moments, maybe,

I'll smile and it'll all be fine,

But today I was honest,

And I miss you sounds too small,

Anything else sounds too fancy,

You have reached,

And there is peace around me,

But my thoughts are still distorted.

[huapaiqingyuan]

throughout the different stages of growing up, i swung wildly from identifying with arata and taichi even suo  a lot of their experiences and relationships mirror our own, making them characters that we can empathise with and understand easily

someone else brought this up and i agreed. this page did strike me as odd: is it a retcon as some suggest? or is arata looking back at his friendship with taichi through rose-tinted glasses? 

i touched a little upon how the anime and manga differed here but i don’t think this was a point where the anime and manga actually diverged, unlike what this tweet suggests. 

because taichi does notice that chihaya’s attention slips away from him, which is why the conversation shifted towards being about arata. 

(i’m just going to dub this the and the ensuing parts before they become karuta buddies the Chihaya Incident™ for clearer reference)

we then see that the class has a negative attitude towards him. 

that’s not to say the tweet is entirely wrong though. the anime did take the above page out. perhaps because it was too mean or explicit? regardless, the reality is that both manga and anime followed the same formula of chihaya notices arata → taichi is mean towards arata

now let’s examine the page again. why would arata then think taichi would have approached him first if not for chihaya? it’s clear that his classmates seems to be bullying him even prior to these few panels. 

if we find arata’s thinking to be odd, it’s because we assume that taichi was an active participant in his bullying prior to the Chihaya Incident™ but there is not textual evidence to actually suggest that. and there definitely would not have been an escalation in the ostracism that arata faced if not for the Chihaya Incident™ either. 

putting that aside, perhaps we assumed falsely and that taichi hadn’t been actively bullying arata. it does still seem like a huge leap for taichi to go from bystander to pro-actively befriending the class outcast.

except, maybe not really. because we don’t actually have much to work with here. so i don’t think it’s fair to say that this page was a retcon. there is no actual in-text contradiction occuring. upon reflection, this dissonance relies on a lot of our assumptions of these characters and how they behave outside of karuta and the Chihaya Incident™. we weren’t really privy to such info because they didn’t serve any purpose. if anything, this page was arata’s own retrospection that reflected more on his perceptions of taichi’s character than on taichi’s actual behavior. whether we believe taichi would have became besties with arata is one thing, it’s a completely separate matter if arata himself does. and at the end of the day, that is what actually matters.

[dliz-strong]

I am poetry. I am confident. I am moody. I am mentally ill, yet mentally stable. I am a girl who understands pain. I am a masterpiece. I am a mess. I am alone, yet surrounded. I am clumsy and a clutz. I am not perfect, and I am simple.

I am a bitch with overloading love.

[emdotcom]

Man. The Herobrine really is summat else. We got:

A glitch of a ghost in the machine that causes every error in the game

The White Eyes character, stemming from a texture error, which becomes associated with the cave noise & eventually leads to the creation of the Herobrine myth

Transgender swag

The fucken. Brocraft stream that links to that ONE image & implies that either you or Herobrine are "asleep" & dreaming

The way that Herobrine myths kicked up due to the TF2 influx, after the devs made mention of the game

Every single unexplained structure in the game, all abandoned, all without a clear group that created them can & will be associated with Herobrine

The mineshafts. The ruined portals. The deep dark. It's kind of like a story, told in three arcs, if you squint right

Like something that used to live there, toiled in the soil along with the worms

Like something that got locked away, that wants to go back

Like something that needs to be kept out

Every single zombie looks like Steve. Does that say anything? Does it imply something about Herobrine, another reflection, but maybe a bit more sentient? With teeth that are a bit more sharp, with a malice that is a bit more cold?

Mojang putting the "Removed Herobrine" note in for YEARS, then one day dropping it, only to bring it back 3 years later

N*tch being scrubbed from the game's lore, so he's also (sometimes) scrubbed from Herobrine's lore, leading to alternate origins

He is the first player. He is the ghost of a fellow player. He is an architect, a miner, a builder. He is a friend to all the mobs, & an enemy to those that take all the trees & never replant the saplings. He is a curious onlooker, probably harmless. He is a deep loathing. He is a danger, a legend, just a myth, but is he?

The way that people's opinions of Herobrine have shifted through years, like a litmus test for Minecraft players as a whole

It starts with the eerie feeling of being in a room you KNOW should be empty, but feeling eyes on you, anyways & ends with a sad type of goodbye, a dreamer seeking a dreamer condemned

The way he's more quiet, more calm, less prone to the griefing & attacks he was once known for, like his fire has cooled with time

The Minecraft end poem. Maybe. Do you think Herobrine ever got to hear those words? "I love you," & "You have played the game well"?

The person with the Herobrine username, which has had the catboy Herobrine skin on for years o7

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (Pt.2) NSFW

W/C: 3.2k #NSFW, THEY FUCKIN', bottom!reader, top!sukuna, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, canon typical violence, morally grey reader, sukuna ignores feelings through the force of sheer willpower, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, dubcon elements, blood as lube (SORRY), Sukuna unhinged horknee, ABO elements

A/N: I wanted to make this include more parts, but I am so flabbergasted and in awe of the response to this fic that I feel the need to feed y'all feral creatures LMAO. JKJK but 👀 Thank you for all the feedback and support! It really gives me the motivation to continue writing and to interact with the JJK community. I'm having a lot of fun!

tags: @kamote-kuneho @kamote-kuneho @nyanwko @kamote-kuneho @better-imagination-9 @3zae-zae3 @chibiduck @kiiyoooo @lukaijah

“What the fuck is this?” Sukuna drawled, an intense fury simmering through his being. His gaze couldn't tear free from you, not even to size up the blindfolded weirdo watching him intently. 

He shattered the coffin, freeing you from the makeshift cursed bath some freak had forced you into. He smoothed damp hair from your sickly face and searched for sparks of life somewhere in the cold stillness that'd overtaken you. And there was something. He found it, a little glimmer of vitality in the smallest, shakiest inhale. 

“Good,” he praised, brushing your hair back more and more to get a better look at your face. You looked like the frail little thing he saved all those decades ago.

“You know,” Gojo interrupted, but Sukuna paid him no mind, “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about that kitsune.” 

“Then you don't know what this is,” Sukuna decided blandly. “Figures.” Kenjaku kept him off the record, huh? Guess that's a bonus.

“Oh? Do you wanna enlighten me before Yuuji comes back?” Gojo smiled, as if he really expected Sukuna to play nice and be honest with him. “Come on, come on, it's your chance to be vulnerable~” 

“Tch. Pretty damn sure the fox'll be the one to tell you.” His hand smoothed over your stomach and rubbed slow, gentle circles against your skin as reverse technique sought to bring you all back to him. “He yaps about as much as your insufferable ass does. Granted, he talks a lot nicer.” 

“Wow, rude.” Gojo sighed and clapped twice as if clapping on a light. “Okay! I've had enough bullying. Yuuji–” 

“Brat, don't you fucking dare–” 

Yuuji inhaled sharply. He blinked owlishly at your calmed expression, your eyes now closed and breathing now steadied thanks to Sukuna's aid. 

Aid. That wasn't something the king did. 

“Sensei,” Yuuji managed, voice quivering under the weight of memories’ emotion. “Can you fix this?”

Somehow, you were stuck in the throes of flirtation with the malevolent king of curses. 

“It may be courtship,” Uraume guessed, soft smile brightening their cold exterior. 

(They'd been smiling more recently, actually, ever since you completed that overcoat and presented it to them. Nary a day went by when they did not don the sentimental garb.)

But you weren't so sure; the event of courtship was serious business across all lucid creatures. Animals and creatures of primal existence sought out partners with favorable genes and strong constitution, whereas humans and the like yearned for merit or love in their coupling. You didn't quite grasp the way humans thought. Not yet. 

Well, save for flirting. You decided it was a sort of pre-courtship where nothing became serious and nothing was on the line, but frivolous touches and haughty words of praise ran rampant when those concerned crossed paths. 

Much like today.

(Much like the days before and after.)

You walked along the stone-paved path most mornings, lost in thoughts and mumbling to yourself bits and pieces of poems. Most were unfinished, but in their own time, verses would find one another and complete the incomplete. 

A groggy yawn hummed from the palace entrance. And moments later, Ryoumen Sukuna fell into step with you, grumbling and mumbling complaints about the nippy Spring morning while he tucked his arms away into his sleeves. 

He followed you, idly looking around the expansive space you'd helped curate and maintain when you weren't busying yourself with the girls or decorating clothing. The gardens weren't a mess before, not at all, but now they had a certain taste–trees and flowers were planted with specificity, stones were moved, paths reworked. You took the outside over completely. The king didn't mind. 

“Sukuna-sama,” you said, voice melting in kind with the morning frost. “I'll need to leave for a short while.” 

Sukuna quirked a brow and looked at you. You gazed upon the large, thick koi flashing their beautiful scales and ornate patterns of orange and white as they swam and followed you. Tch. How come even the fish were drawn to you? 

“And how do you think you'll accomplish that?” Sukuna tossed a rock into the koi pond, making the fish scatter. “Getting away from me isn't something you can do.”

You huffed and looked at him. “I understand. I simply seek your permission.” 

“Denied.”

“Ah.” You deadpanned. “Why?”

“You're mine; I decide where you go, how you breathe, if you eat. Or are you forgetting that?” 

You sighed and let your ears droop sadly with your tails. “Surely you jest.” 

“Are you laughing?”

You whined like a sad, sad street pup before cozying up to him, slipping your hands up his stomach and chest like you were supposed to. “Please?” 

“No.” 

You chittered and pressed your face against him, but didn't protest and complain much more. 

Sukuna’s thoughts whirled. The show was amusing, sure, but you didn't do anything without reason, especially when it had to do with breaking character and acting out like this out of–

Oh? 

Sukuna leaned down and sniffed you, searching for the intriguing coil of flowery citrus he nearly missed on the warming breeze. It was so, so faint, but decadent and alluring in a way that made the master of toxins cautious–most poisons tasted sweet, after all. 

You pulled your head back, shrinking down the slightest bit with your ears flattened against your skull. Your eyes, wide as a full moon, stared up at him, expectant. The touch of your hands on him never left, though.

“Brassavola nadosa.” Sukuna tilted his head. “You smell like it.” 

You blinked curiously, relaxing. “Is that so?” 

We don't have that orchid in the garden. Sukuna hummed and lifted a lock of your hair, catching another weak waft of the flower's faint scent. 

It's coming from him, then. Hm. 

“Tell me again why you want to leave the palace?” Sukuna asked on a hunch.

And that hunch doubled down when you fidgeted with the cloth of his haori and looked aside. 

“I wish to bear children," you admitted, shy and quiet. "To try, at the very least. Perhaps find a mate, too.” 

Children. You wanted children. After everything those sorcerers put you through for who knows how many years, you still wanted to mother a runt of your own. And you were willing to run off into the wild to, what, let some random man knock you up? Fill you with seed of unknown origin, unknown value, unknown potential?

Sukuna's ego flared. He leaned down to you, tilting your chin up to make you look him in the eyes regardless how small you felt in that moment. He deserved to witness you. You deserved to witness him. 

“You're not leaving,” he breathed, and he swore he could hear your heart break. “If you want a brat, you'll get a brat–only if you stay here 'n give up on those shitty thoughts of finding a sire out there.”

Your eyes scanned his face, tracing over serious lines and honest creases. Clearly, you searched for an answer–

“How?” 

–one that Sukuna didn’t have. Or maybe he did. Perhaps he just couldn't find the words for it. 

He scoffed and ruffled up your hair, unable to answer you. “You're not leaving. Not unless I say so.” 

The first time he let you go, he left scars. 

He found you in your chambers come early evening. Your tails swished and flicked as you sat amidst a nest of his robes and the missing linens from his chambers while you futzed over the embroidery of another haori, this time adorning the plain thing with the darkest scarlet one could find. Sukuna could already guess why. 

Your being burns as wildfires do. Lively. Emphatically. Devouring more and more so long as the earth lets you. Yet where you do not lay ruin, you grant warmth and light in a divine way. Wildfires are not such horrible things if one stays a respectable ways away. 

Your poetic nonsense irritated him to no end, but he fell enamored all the same; you spoke to honor him with every utterance of his name. You didn't try to kiss his feet nor did you bask him in compliments–you only spoke into existence that which hummed through your mind, unprovoked. It just so happened to be everything Sukuna liked to hear. 

So when he found you secluded away, beckoning so sweetly with intoxicating scents of citrus and gardenia, what choice did he have but to lay claim, to give you the brat you so sorely yearned for?  

You sensed him. Your gaze flicked to him, stoic and unmoved as ever, as the energy in the room built into suffocating silence, something like tectonic plates caught in deadlock, holding their disastrous energy, waiting for the right moment to devastate the world with a single, cataclysmic shift.

And of course, it was the impatient predator that moved first, setting a catastrophe into motion. 

The hours blurred together. 

Every minute of the chase was thrilling, invigorating, surprising–you were filled with tricks and traps, never slowing down for a second to think or doubt as the beast of a sorcerer pursued you through his palace, through the city below, and now into the looming forest in the mountains. 

Admittedly, he'd gotten carried away. He lost himself in the rush of it all, the adrenaline and pure, destructive desire pushed his self-control into unraveling just the slightest bit; honest attacks tore through space and time, hoping to maim and cripple you if they were to hit. And, honestly, the way you avoided his attempts to strike you down enthralled him as much as it enraged him–he was seconds away from unleashing his domain until a less-than-satisfying ripple of cursed energy tore across your thigh and put you down.

It was then, walking up to you, to his prey, that Sukuna remembered you weren't a sorcerer. Most would be able to stand and walk it off, maybe even heal with reverse technique, but you could only grasp at your weeping wound and grimace. Because you were not a sorcerer, you were a kitsune: a trickster, a creature full of mischief and void of cursed energy. 

Yokai. Not a human. Not a curse. Not like the rest of the boring souls wandering his earth. 

Sukuna pinned you the second you tried to make a break for it. Fangs and claws gnashed and tore into him while his hands strained to keep you down and rip those damn clothes free from your burning skin. 

Mating's never a pretty thing when it comes to nature. Humans like you made it something more.

Sukuna clasped a hand over your mouth and forced his weight onto you, ripping reedy yowls from your core as you twisted and turned, primal mind urging you to run, run, run, don't make this easy, make him prove his worth–

Rip.

Ribbons of what were once your robes fluttered to the ground, useless and unsalvageable. They were plain black, so unlike what you usually wore. You wouldn't miss them. 

“Make this as difficult as you want, pet,” Sukuna whispered as he loomed over you. His hand slid from your mouth to your throat when you stilled.  

“You know how this ends.” 

His pants were pulled down while another hand wiped slippery blood against your pliant entrance–and that was the only warning you got before he pushed into you. 

Where you should have screamed, you instead sighed. Your back arched off the ground like a work of art. Two hands gave up on holding you down in favour of gripping your waist and hips, pulling you closer to him, forcing you flush against his body. 

He noticed it then: a litany of old scars and discoloured marks shining against your skin. Marks left by those who did not deserve to taste such a delicacy. 

Unsightly.

Blood painted the grass. Cleaves and slashes ate away at those tainted scars, painting over the ugliness left hidden for too long–now, his marks would decorate you. Now, those hidden scars would mean something. They’d mean everything. 

Yet Sukuna's selfish maiming wasn't fitting the bill, and your antsy-ness was proof of it. You tried for the last time to pull from him, but his grip tightened around your throat. You gazed at him, then, eyes so wide and hungry, eager to fight or fuck–whichever came first. 

He braced over you and nearly winced as he dragged out of your suffocating heat. A sharp snap back inside loosened you, the glide of blood and slick aiding him. 

“I'll take you the way you need it,” he drawled as he built the pace quickly, already feeling his own obsession and excitement reverberating through his body, filling every fibre of muscle with electricity.

“Then,” he growled, leaning closer to your face. “I'll fuck you the way you want it.”

“More,” you sighed, digging your nails into the pillow you had your face buried in while the beast fucked you from behind. Sukuna groaned in compliance and lanced into your guts deeper, harder, faster than before–you were the only one that could handle the brutal way he let loose, and he was more than willing to indulge in that privilege. 

The hands all over you rose to the occasion, too; one had your tails fisted in his ruthless grasp, rudely holding you still and pulling you back against his hips; another rested on the curve of your ass, only moving to give a sharp slap or to knead your soft, perfect skin; the last two held your hips in a crushing force, his calloused fingers digging into your plush sides and sharp hip bones like you might disappear at any second. 

A sharp, sweet whine signaled the beginning of the end, as did the restless fidgeting and shifting in the king's grasp. Seeing you, a poised, powerful, mischievous being, come undone beneath him came to be one of Sukuna’s favourite sights, especially knowing it could only be because of him--only him. 

He leaned over you, his heavy chest pressing into your back as one hand released your waist in favour of fisting in your hair and tugging your head back and out of the futon you so desperately clung to. 

“Ah-ah,” he scolded breathily. “No hiding.” It was a familiar sentiment, one he had no problem reminding you of now and again. You had a horrible habit of trying to vanish when overwhelmed, after all. 

“Terrible beast,” you snapped back, scoffing indignantly when the deep bassy laugh of the man rolled through your body. “Horrible.” 

“You love it,” Sukuna growled back, grinning through every word. 

Something about it clearly struck a chord with you, judging by how fast you choked on your voice and came undone, legs trembling and body tightening around the too-big intrusion. The king groaned and bit at your neck, licking whatever blood beaded at the surface in between rushed, hushed words of praise for you and your efforts–most, if they heard the things he said, would call it out of character for the beast. Most didn't get to see beyond his raw power and crippling cruelty, however. 

Sukuna grunted and spilled inside you, pulling you back by your hair, hips and tail to ensure he forced every bit of his offerings deep into your core. Your body rocked and twitched against his, accepting all he had to offer you at the end of yet another coupling, before he let go of your locks and let you collapse face-first into the futon. 

He pulled out slowly, watching as every inch slipped from your abused hole before popping free and uncorking a dribble of whiteness from inside. He tutted and scooped it up with two fingers before stuffing it back in. 

“Oi, oi, are you even trying to keep it in?” He teased, smirking as you huffed. 

“You've exhausted me. I have no energy to attempt the impossible,” you lamented, nuzzling your nose further into the soft sheets smelling of cedar and fresh blooms–something so uniquely Sukuna. 

Your king sighed and gave your ass a firm few pats. “Guess I'll have to spoil you even more.” He settled onto his back and easily pulled you onto him, yanking you up to straddle his waist right where that second mouth laid open and eager to taste you. 

“This is uncouth,” you sighed. But you rocked back against the thick, heavy tongue pressing into your pliant heat, licking deep into you with a mind and hunger of its own. 

“Seems couth enough for you,” he commented, watching you ride his centre with rapt attention. “Little harlot's getting off on this, hey? Such a needy little brat.” 

His hands smoothed up and down your legs and sides as you shamelessly chased a second high. Your hands clasped over his as he took you into his hand and stroked you back to ample stiffness, the soreness of too many rounds of fucking making you far too sensitive to touch. 

“S-Sukuna-sama,” you stammered. “I can't–”

Sukuna's head tilted with a pleased smirk. “Ho? I thought you wanted to bear children? Are my offerings not enough for you?” 

You scrunched your face up into something of a prissy glare, but the shine clinging to your lashes and the shuddering of your body against his betrayed your crumbling demeanor. Of course, he was impressed with how his fox was fairing considering everything he put you through. 

He maneuvered you onto your back, grinning as you growled and weakly struggled against him. You looked perfect–stomach swollen, hair fanned out behind you, eyes teary but unable to tear away from the creature that’d tormented you for hours upon hours with no desire to give you a break. 

“Greedy god,” Sukuna lamented. One hand came to rest on your bruised neck again, fitting around so perfectly. “Nothing’s ever fucking good enough for you.” 

“You are.” 

That gave Sukuna pause. He stared down at you, all eyes looking over you with rapt attention as he tried to think. Tried to understand. Tried to parse those words and uncover what exactly you tried to convey. 

But it didn't click. 

“Tch. You're lucky I'm a generous god,” he scolded, releasing you from your torment in favour of collapsing down beside you for some much-needed rest. Not only did your beautiful body wear him out (not that he'd admit it), but your whimsical words wore his sanity thin. The worst part was you didn't even intend to damage him so. 

“I am truly honoured to merely be in your presence,” Your voice, light and dreamy as petals fluttering, laughed, and Sukuna's soul did something odd. 

He stared at the ceiling as you shuffled beside him, quickly returning to his side, donned in one of his haori and determined to make a comfortable nest of blankets and clothes around you both for the rest of the night–ah, morning? Huh. What an ordeal. 

You curled up next to him, shoving your back firmly against his side the way you often did when resting as a fox, and Sukuna huffed. 

“Turn to me,” he commanded, and you obeyed. 

He, too, turned to face you to envelope your lithe form with invincible arms and divine protection. Your soft purrs rolled through him, settling his wild spirit into a lazy tempo of an early morning stroll through a garden filled with one sort of white orchid: 

Brassavola nadosa. “Lady of the Night.” Your calling card. Your divine essence.

"Brassavola nodosa (Lady of the Night) is a medium-sized epiphytic or lithophytic orchid species boasting extremely fragrant flowers throughout the year. The blossoms, 4 in. across (10 cm), emit a citrus fragrance at night. Each flower features long, slender, pale green or creamy-white sepals and petals and a large, heart-shaped lip sometimes adorned with purple or dark red spotting." - gardenia.net

[senjuushi]

Valentine’s Day 2024 Lines — Antiques

Enfield

Friend Chocolate: Thank you very much! The truth is, I’ve been writing a poem to show my thanks... I’ll be ready to unveil it by next year, I believe. Yes, indeed! 

Dear Chocolate: “The shining beams of daybreak’s sun // The flowers blooming full // Let’s pick one for our love, you and I, // and from dawn to dusk, give thanks for this fleeting life.”

Snider

Friend Chocolate: ...I don’t want that. I won’t accept anything from you unless it’s special. 

Dear Chocolate: You know I don’t eat sweet things, don’t you? Tch... fine, then. You can eat it. And I’ll watch you finish every bite.

George

Friend Chocolate: Wow! This chocolate is so cute!☆ I can tell you put a lot of joy into making it. Thank you~♥

Dear Chocolate: Whoah... this is too good to eat. Oh, I know! Let’s take a picture of the two of us next to the chocolate! It can last forever that way!☆

Kentucky

Friend Chocolate: Oh, this friend chocolate’s super cute! Thanks! Ha, haha... huh, no, I’m not crying! Just tearin’ up a bit from joy! 

Dear Chocolate: Th-This, this i-is... Master, from today on, I’ll be goin’ around actin’ like I’m your favorite, y’know. Is that okay? 

Pennsylvania

Friend Chocolate: Oh... what a coincidence. I was just thinking I wanted somethin’ sweet to eat. Thank you kindly for the gift. 

Dear Chocolate: That looks delicious... thank you. To show my gratitude... hm, a hug wouldn’t be enough. If something sounds good, could’ya tell me...?

Charleville

Friend Chocolate: Wow, what a cute chocolate lollipop! Merci, Master.♥ And here, chocolate-covered dried fruits, from me.♪

Dear Chocolate: Wow, amazing! ...mm! This is the tastiest dessert I’ve ever eaten! Will you make it next year too? And the year after that? 

Chassepot

Friend Chocolate: F-Friend chocolate... I see I haven’t done enough to convey my feelings to you... Well, thank you. What a lovely gift... 

Dear Chocolate: Master... I was hoping for this. Getting something so special from you...! Ahh, the whole world seems brighter now! 

Tabatiere

Friend Chocolate: Haha, what lovely chocolate. I’m usually the one thanking you anyway, but... thank you, really. I’m sure it’ll be delicious. 

Dear Chocolate: I get Master-chan’s homemade chocolate all to myself? Haha... you sure this isn’t some kind of mistake? This much happiness might kill me, you know... 

Dreyse

Friend Chocolate: Thank you. However... this sort of snack seems rather childish. Wouldn’t I look strange eating it...? 

Dear Chocolate: What a wonderful gift...! I hardly know how to express my joy... perhaps a lap around the school with you on my shoulders! 

Jitte

Friend Chocolate: Oh, thanks for the lovely gift. Mhmm, a bit of chocolate right now sounds awfully sweet!

Dear Chocolate: Even with so many options... you’re really choosing me? Oh, dear... this is supposed to be romantic, but I’m starting to tear up. 

Karl

Friend Chocolate: Oh, chocolate. Thank you. If Margarita were here, this would certainly be a merry day... 

Dear Chocolate: Ah— thank goodness. I’d forbidden myself chocolate for the last month in hopes of a gift from you. What a blessing this is... I’ll enjoy it! 

Lorenz

Friend Chocolate: My thanks, Test Subject #2. You didn’t forget to prepare some for Karl-sama as well, correct? Make sure his is the best of the bunch.

Dear Chocolate: I had predicted this occurence, and yet... now that it’s happening, why is my heart in such a frenzy!? Do you know the answer, Test Subject #2...!?

Cutlery

Friend Chocolate: You’re giving me friend chocolate? Thanks. Some chocolate from Charlotte came in too. I’m happy to get so much...! 

Dear Chocolate: Huh... this is for me!? You’re kidding... I can’t believe it. Getting something like this, I’m amazed... *sob*...!

[dragonomatopoeia]

actually. hilarious that i was like 'tch i don't care for poetry' while owning multiple volumes of poetry and maintaining a spreadsheet of my favorite poems. hilarious that i will still insist that i can't stand philosophy while reading sartre and derrida for fun. grasping myself by the shoulders. dude. dude i think you like these things actually. i think you're just a bit of a contrary hater with a lot of opinions by nature

[ask-kny11]

Yukari: “Muichiro!! MARRY ME PLSSSS I WONT BE ANY TROUBLE! PLEASEEEEE!”

Me: “SILENCE OC.” “I am so sorry about this AGAIN, Muichiro, It’s just that Yukari had something to tell you… TELL HIM IT YUKARI, WE’RE LEAVING SOON B*TCH.”

Yukari: “Ah, yes, AHEM… Muichiro… I have a poem… for you…”

Me: “she wants you to rate it 1 to 10.”

Yukari: *clears her throat and starts to read her notes* “Muichiro is beauty, Muichiro is grace, Muichiro would look good in light blue lace, Muichiro is smart, Muichiro has logic, Muichiro can make my heart go into a frolic, Muichiro can take, but Muichiro shall give, he has taken only one spot, the spot in my heart that lacked the knowledge to live…”

Lol that was fun to write☺️

“uhhh…9, are you confessing your love?” -🩵☁️

[bri1234]

Poems that remind me of TCH pt. 1 💜

Something I love about TCH is how poetic both Kieran and MC can be. So in an attempt to cure my depression from the series ending, I’ve decided to find some poems that remind me of them.

The poems you see above, in my opinion, sound like something Kieran would say to MC (or maybe I’m just delulu lol).

[cutecapybarapics]

Your worth is measured by cheap d*ck,

A sad, desperate b*tch—give it a lick.

Your self-esteem is clearly low,

Worshipping men like a cheap h*e.

So easily fooled, it's almost pathetic,

No wonder you're known as a d*ck-chasing lunatic.

I guess obsessing over a poet doesn't automatically make you one, huh?

Well, i'll give you points for trying to be creative for once, you made a nice use of the rhyming schemes used in elementary schools to introduce toddlers to poem creation 👏👏

[manor-tea-time]

"Leroy-" The Reporter's smooth voice calls out to his beloved Detective partner, "At this point... We can't be friends."

"The birgs have called, the sky has gone... The bond got severed as time goes by while being together.... we cannot keep doing this...-"

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A long pause happens before the blondie shifts his solemn look into a pouty one..

"Not when you keep stealing my heart like that, you sneaky thief- tch tch~" <//3

@idv-news-boi (yes, is just bromance, nothing to see here/ih)

"Ah, Laurence! Hello there-" LeRoy's sentence fell short just about as he was going to say the word 'partner'. His expression turned into one of confusion and concern when he was told the news of them no longer being able to be friends. "Why not? Did something happen?"

Thoughts and theories quickly swam through LeRoy's mind as he tried to remember any instances that this could have steamed from (going to get drinks maybe? He didn't remember getting that drunk). Snippets and pieces of the poem slowly piecing themselves together along the way.

Birds... A disappeared Sky...Bonds Severed by time...

Something suddenly clicked. Even more so as the reporter took on a pouty expression.

LeRoy blinked, a hearty laugh coming from him as his face flushed. Oh, what a silly news reporter he had. "Oh, Laurence! You had me scared there for a second. I thought I had accidentally done something to offend you." He lightly patted the other's back, a few small giggles still escaping him as he took a moment to fully collect his thoughts.

"Hm.... A thief, am I?" He hummed, pretending to debate on the topic for a while before continuing. A soft, yet teasing smile spread across their face as they spoke. "I suppose it would take one to know one. You are a bit of a thief of hearts as well! Maybe I was just trying to get back what you had already taken from me, hm?"

-🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

((Just a couple of bros being dudes. A couple of homies being different detective dynamics with one another. Nothing crazy to see

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With Love (T4T) by Kara

They damn you like a witch For reaching towards the moon Left in a ditch Forgotten after June tsk tsk sad bitch tch poor bastard Coddled and ignored Fake their ache afterward 'Less you're not on board Treated then like a dastard Same goals - different path Same knife - different scar Cocoon out of wrath A metamorphosed jar Our desired chemical bath Our perceived sin- What say you My most treasured kin In what we do A sad bitch for a poor bastard

[kurooandkenmasslut]

WHAT I THINK HAIKYU BOYS WOULD DO FOR YOU FOR VALENTINE'S! o((>ω&lt; ))o

small cute drabbles ! >.&lt;

I feel like he'd give you flowers!

he'd take you out to the park and then later he'd order a take-out.

He wouldn't practice for volleyball, which surprised his teammates since they thought he couldn't take a day without practicing, but maybe, just for you, he'd spend his seconds, hours, days, years, centuries, with you.

you rubbed his ginger head before racing towards the swing, challenging him on who could have the most swings in three minutes.

"HAHAH! I BET YOU CANT BEAT ME!" you screamed, swinging your legs back and forth while shoyo had an angry face and swung his legs back and forth aggressively.

you two laughed until the sunset, meaning you had to go home.

you two held hands on the way there, feeling all fuzzy inside, today really was the best day you've ever had. and maybe, just maybe, you'll say that on the day shoyo and you get married.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO !

he'd get you chocolates/sweets.

but he'd panic because he wasn't sure what chocolate you like.

he sulked all day, which kept you asking him what was wrong but he'd just look into your eyes and back to the ground, guilt filling him.

after school, you two walked back to your house because Kageyama's aunt lives on the same road as you and he's staying there for the week, but either way, he still walked home with you just in case anything happened.

on the way there, you giggled and zipped open your bag, pulling out a valentines day card, handmade by you.

"Open it!" "tch, fine."

he opened the envelope, containing a voucher, but not just any voucher, a voucher for the same brand of milk he drinks every day. his eyes sparkled and he looked over at you, a small blush showing on his face and a small cute smile he has. you laughed at his cute little face.

he turned his head and closed his eyes, hiding his blush, which made you laugh even harder. he reopened them again and saw a shop, then suddenly, he got a brain cell back in and got himself an idea.

he turned back over to you and grabbed your hand, running there with you trailing behind.

"TOBIO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! AND SLOW DOWN OR YOU'LL DRAG ME!" "I'm sure you'll be fine y/n, now sit here till I get back or I'll fight you." "haha, remember what happened last time?" "shut up!"

he walked out with nothing, or so you see.

"did you just waste my time sitting here? what did you-"

Kageyama pulled 4 bags of sweets and a selection box of your favorites, head-turning out, looking everywhere except you, he was nervous, scared you won't like it, but tried not to make it obvious.

"here you are goose. h-happy valentines d-day." "AWHHH! TOBIOOO! CMERE! LET ME GIVE YOU A BIG HUGG!" "NOOO!"

KUROO TETSURO

he'd make a corny poem for you.

"uh.. tetsu, what's this supposed to be?"

"what do you mean babe? It's a very cute poem made by your lovely husband~"

"first of all, this isn't cute, it's too corny, and second of all, WE ARENT MARRIED YET!"

"oh darling, we were married before we even got together, this poem is showing my love for you! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)"

"roses are red, violets are blue, I look gorgeous and so do you?"

he nodded his head, almost proudly while you stared at him, dumbfounded.

he laughed and grabbed your hand, putting his hand before walking around town, humming.

you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning. it's getting a bit late and you were kinda tired.

"aw, is my princess sleepy?"

he says, lowering his voice.

he'd make a corny poem for you.

"uh.. tetsu, what's this supposed to be?"

"what do you mean babe? It's a very cute poem made by your lovely husband~"

"first of all, this isn't cute, it's too corny, and second of all, WE ARENT MARRIED YET!"

"oh darling, we were married before we even got together, this poem is showing my love for you! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)"

"roses are red, violets are blue, I look gorgeous and so do you?"

he nodded his head, almost proudly while you stared at him, dumbfounded.

he laughed and grabbed your hand, putting his hand before walking around town, humming.

you rested your head on his shoulder, yawning. it's getting a bit late and you were kinda tired.

"aw, is my princess sleepy?"

he says, lowering his voice.

but he got not response since you are already snoring asleep on his shoulder.

notes : YES IK IM TERRIBLY LATE BUT 😻😻