#cocoa the poet

[jude-thedude98]

Hey mommy my puppy I love you Cocoa

[lausdigitaldiary]

i'm sitting in my bed, under my blankets, next to a vanilla scented candle, a hot cocoa in one hand and The Cadence of Part-time Poets on my phone in the other

who cares if it's 2am and i have class at 7?? i'm living the life here

[elizaellwrites]

Happy New Year Everyone!

We survived 2023!

For better or for worse,

With happy memories

And stressful times,

We move on to another season of

This game we call life.

However your 2023 went,

What comes next is an open door.

You can work towards your goals,

And whatever you’re hoping for.

Whether something big or small,

Public or personal, material or conceptual,

Every day is a new page to begin.

But always remember to take time for yourself.

One can’t abandon themself in

Pursuit of something else.

Despite crisis, goals, and daily stresses,

Be kind to yourself, even through the messes.

A new year is full of chances,

Even if that chance you take is yourself.

May this year of 2024 be kind to both you and I,

As we try to navigate the road ahead.

Here’s to the next chapter of our lives!

Who knows what plot-twists will be thrown our way,

But, hey, most of us are readers here anyway.

[cocoawithmarshmallows]

sit at my feet, love,

let me braid my teardrops into your hair

and the blood from my fingers

sore, so sore,

dye each angel hair red,

like the color of a distant memory,

the dream of a better life

you will look so beautiful, love

moonlike face to your cherub lined vanity

in the privacy of heaven's chamber,

with the sanguine blossoms dotting your crown

liquid pearls of longing catching the light

as i drift away from you

incomparable to your divineness

[immatrout]

mud

I wanna walk into the rain with a cup of hot cocoa

I'll watch as it fills to the top

I'll wait till it spills all over my hand

Still warm from the pot on the stove

The ghost of a nice drink

Muddy water

[guiltedlilly]

today you would be 67. 67 or 66?

i can’t remember. i actually can’t recall one holiday together. did you like to laugh or were you serious?

what was your favorite song?

The first time it happened why did you hit my mom? Did you apologize? Did my sister see?

i remember bear hugs and your stubble on my cheek. i remember being terrified watching you throw her against the fence. i remember sitting in the front seat sunshine on my face. Cocoa Puffs and Saturday morning cartoons. violence and silence. we were so small.

did you like to cook?

would you love me or would you have hit me too? i love you. happy birthday daddy.

[yoshikikuwano]

めっちゃ冷たいココアが飲みたい

めっちゃ冷たいココアが飲みたい

グラスが冷や汗かくほど冷えたココアが飲みたい

蒸したコンクリートの上で

あらゆる人間に無視されつつ

冷たいココアを一気に飲み干したい

ココアの液に照る氷

土の中の蝉みたいに肉付いてうまそう

やがて来るお別れの時間みたいに

新幹線東京駅ホームで今生の別れ惜しみつつ

冷えたココアが飲みたい　

砂糖が喉を圧迫する

鳥取砂丘を丸呑み

君が選ぶのは決まってホットココアだが

真冬でもキンキンに冷えたココアが飲みたい

ひとつも落ち着かない

自分が自分じゃない感覚

でもそれも自分ではという感覚の暗闇

暗礁白濁

職場や家族から離れた雑踏で街の定点観測

調査の視線を浴びながらそれでも群衆の目の

端っこで誰にも記しない三文記事の

エピソードを齧りつつお互い齧られながら

オベリスク、終わらない物語

冷たいココアが飲みたい

[randomrichards]

THE BARBER OF LITTLE ROCK:

Head of barber school

Offers loans for poor locals

Building others up

[absolutelynotsucka]

Look at him. So soft. So comfy.

He look. So happy

@4thelneyj0nes

[perksofbeingpoet]

a small thing that is promised to calm todd down when everything gets too overwhelming is playing with or brushing his hair.

which, unfortunately, is way too intimate a thing to ask his friends for- they help as good as they can already, trying to be quieter when todd gets that very intense look, passing him food that isn't too spicy or salty, talking loudly when a teacher is looking for people to get up front to the board, so that they'll gleefully pick the loudmouth.

but this is different; involves a kind of gentleness, of vulnerability that todd can't ask for. it means baring the parts of him that are most sensitive, revealing he's a baby bird in thunderstorms, asking for whispers and warmth in a place that doesn't offer these things.

neil still finds out.

which shouldn't come as a surprise to todd - neil has a way of catching him where he's most vulnerable, closing his palms around him as if he was a ladybug in a child's hand. careful now, don't hurt it. i'll keep it safe. i'll carry it off the pavement, put it where the grass sprouts in may-coloured strands.

so neil finds out, when they're laying on todd's bed (better sun in the evening), neil reading the script of his newest play, todd just breathing, trying to match the tides of neil's heartbeat below him, trying to slow down his own. and neil isn't sure what happens, because to his mind, nothing's changed, but suddenly todd's eyes have that frozen panic in them.

neil thinks he can feel the way todd's drowning in his own thoughts, and todd's thoughts tend to be quicksand in these moments. it's desparation, in the end, that gets neil to bury his left hand in todd's hair, carefully weaving his fingers through the sandy strands. he knows it's silly, but the urge to physically wipe the thoughts off todd's head is what makes him lightly trace his nails across the other's scalp, gentle, always so gentle.

and todd melts.

his breathing slows, and suddenly he's back, and neil's heart flutters like a dragonfly drying off its wings. he can help. not much, not always, but he can try.

he soon discovers that it helps after showers, too - todd is embarrassed enough to snap at him the first time, the first time neil's heard him rashly angry, but it only takes todd a week to come back and apologise, to say neil was right, but could he not make a big deal out of it. (and neil perry, king of theatrics, doesn't)

because showers can be overwhelming in these times, when todd's mind is a bridge wobbling on brittle foundations- standing there all wet, knowing he'll need to get out the stall, and dry off, and get his clothes and put them on and they'll still stick to him a bit and his toes will stay wet because the floor is cold, and- it's too much.

but neil can brush his hair, still wet and darker than usual, and the scratch of it along his scalp grounds him, puts his thoughts on a leash. neil will hum a song, and todd will ache with the sweet cruelty of love, the stinging tenderness of vulnerability.

and when todd gets into bed in exam season, and the sheets are fluffy and full of fresh air, smelling of spring and melancholy, he breathes in deeply through his nose. and neil walks over to him for a second before going to his own bed, three extra steps that make todd close his eyes and bury his face in the pillow.

and he runs a hand through todd's hair, and it feels like warm notes on a cello. like autumn sun falling through tall tree trunks, like a mug of cocoa, like a childhood kitchen table. his fingers trace lines across todd's scalp, reminiscent of the contrails of the plane that divides the sky three years later, like neil is already dreaming of it.

todd breathes and smiles.

good night, little poet <3

(i put this on ao3 even though it's ridiculously short, so you guys know what that means- the time of poet writing dps fanfiction has started, and the next ones are gonna be way longer)

[jude-thedude98]

A Hermit Crab's Adventure

By Cocoa the Poet

When Daddy's escapades

Turn to nonstop spinning rims on escalades

The only thing I can say is

Hey! Go Daddy! Go!

Because although it warrants me when Sadsy's away

I know for sure that he is out there focused on making a change

Pocket and worldly

For everyone woman boy and girly

However they identify

My Daddy constantly tries and tries

Thats why his tears now burn his eyes

Because it seems that those before, with him

Could not get it right

So left he goes

On the March to an April flow

Watching rain fall

As the pain May go

Springing into action like a real superhero

But my Daddy is not.

No.

My Daddy is a hermit crab, and this is for his hermit crab flow

He walks sideways when others are on the road

Stumbling and fumbling because he knows not which way they are going to go.

See my Daddy has been used tenfold

Some stepped on, so e criticized, some broke

But my Daddy always puts his good foot forward and marches to his own drumroll.

So count him a master of the road

Or count him the master of highways

However you count him

Make sure you remember that he feels most comfortable in his Hermit Crab Home.

With me!

His girl, his daughter, his pup

Cocoa!

[vidavalor]

"There will come a tempest" scene & possible S3 Crowley & Aziraphale foreshadowing...

When Gabriel is apparently possessed in the second half of Awning of a New Age, he and the woman who appears to be possessing him say something that is strangely repetitive:

"There will come a tempest and darkness and great storms, and the dead will leave their graves and walk the Earth once more and there will be great lamentations."

There is no actual difference in definition between a "tempest" and a "storm." A tempest *is* a storm-- both are wind and rain together. The usage of them is more of a matter of manner of speaking-- it's situational. "Storm" is the common usage while "tempest" is just the more literary, more poetic way of saying "storm." Your local news station reports on an impending "storm" but a poet might call that same storm a "tempest." As a result, the prophecy is weirdly repetitive at the start, right? It really reads like this:

"There will come a storm and darkness and great storms..."

Ok, why repeat it? Why use "tempest" and "storms" in the same phrase? Why separate them? To Crowley? Maybe because whoever this is is trying to warn Crowley specifically of events, not just warn of them in general. Because the word that triggers the whole thing is "tempest"-- and it's Crowley who said it. It's Crowley who called what he just did in Awning of a New Age "a tempest" and not a storm because he's poetic and dramatic like that.

So... what if the first part of the prophecy is actually already in motion? What would this potentially tell us about S3?

What if it's kind of like Agnes Nutter's first prophecy for Aziraphale was in S1-- "...thy cocoa doth grow cold" being about *that particular moment right then* with a difference of it being unclear right now if Crowley really understands that someone is trying to warn him through Gabriel? If this is the case? Then S3 isn't about *preventing* The Second Coming-- it's about somehow trying to *reverse or fix it*... because it's already happening. The tempest is Crowley's storm in Awning of a New Age... which Crowley thinks he failed at but didn't really entirely. It's his failure, in his estimation, to get Maggie and Nina to fully vavoom that causes him to tell Aziraphale that it's Aziraphale's turn to try-- setting up the meeting/ball to go the way it does, leading directly to the end of S2. What comes next?

Darkness and great storms. The end of the world. The dead rising from their graves and walking the Earth once more. The Second Coming. And there will be great lamentations...

Obviously, The Second Coming sounds horrible in GO. It's The Metatron's plan and he's the main antagonist. It sounds like they're going to destroy Earth and the known universe and only the the chosen few will survive it but what intrigues me about this is why whoever is delivering this prophecy is warning Crowley about great lamentations. Crowley is the one who prophesied in S1 that he thought the real war that was coming was "all of us versus all of them", and he meant he and Aziraphale and humanity versus the system of Heaven and Hell. So far, he seems to be correct on that and given that it was a set up line in the final moments of the season for future plot, it seems likely to be true. This would be how he survives it. Armageddon in its S1 round was supposed to trigger a war between Heaven and Hell that could have resulted in Crowley and Aziraphale being separated for eternity after it. They managed to push it off until the end of S2 and now Round 2 is a different flavor of Armageddon. The Second Coming is what Crowley seemed to predict in S1... but someone here is trying to get a message to Crowley and it sounds as if it might be meant for him directly as much as it is for the world. And what might that prophecy possibly be saying about S3's Crowley & Aziraphale plot, specifically?

That after Crowley's tempest comes darkness, comes great storms, comes the end of the world, comes The Second Coming... comes great lamentations-- great grief, great mourning. I'm not saying that Crowley wouldn't be broken by the end of the world but I am saying that someone warning Crowley that in an era of "the saved" being given eternal life, that will Crowley will be experiencing great lamentations feels very much like Aziraphale is not among them. (I am not saying that the show will end like this-- it will be fine.) It also would be the height of irony if Crowley and Aziraphale spent their time together always thinking that they had the about 6,000 years until Armageddon and that it was probably Crowley who wasn't going to make it beyond then and then it turns out that Aziraphale, who always thought that he was the one who was going to spend eternity alone without Crowley if they couldn't figure out a way out of Armageddon... it's Aziraphale who then doesn't make it.

It might also be worth considering that Crowley is the character who was given information along with us about The Book of Life from Beez-- someone who would know and whose memory isn't damaged. He doesn't need this information if he's the one getting Book of Life'd. He needs it if his plot in the future is to try to un-Book of Life someone.

There is also that while Michael was threatening to Book of Life Aziraphale in the bookshop, they didn't just *do* it-- and then The Metatron said that Michael wasn't qualified to do it. I'm not sure how true that is or if it was just him getting Michael to knock it off and stop giving everyone spoiler alerts for his game plan lol but The Metatron *would* be qualified and is the angel associated with The Book of Life in religious texts and S2 ends, as we all know, with Aziraphale getting in the elevator to Heaven with The Metatron.

You know those unused concept art images of the bookshop that didn't make it into S2 where it's the last thing standing in what looks like some kind of apocalyptic nightmare around it?

Crowley saves the bookshop during The Second Coming? Sends as many from Whickber Street as he can to Muriel in the shop and makes sure it survives because he can't see it destroyed again and, in doing so, he might have preserved evidence of Aziraphale's existence enough for a plot to bring him back when he finds out he's gone? (I'm aware that the idea with The Book of Life is that the person is erased from existence and so never existed at all. I'm a romantic and this show is too, really. Aziraphale can't be fully erased and Crowley can't fully forget him. Fight me on it if you want to lol but I also can't see how a plot to bring him back happens unless Crowley somehow remembers him.) S2 also gave us way too many things Aziraphale has made in a way that kind of foreshadow his disappearance in a way that makes their existences more relevant. His sketch of Gabriel. His diaries. The photo Furfur took of him and Crowley in 1941... Then, there's this line. This bloody line:

...and that one...

...and this bit from S1 when Aziraphale is in a state of semi-existence and what can help them is what Crowley saved from the bookshop...

[cocoagoddess331]

Advice from María Sabina, a Mexican healer and poet.

“Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds. Heal yourself with mint, neem, and eucalyptus. Sweeten with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile. Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a hint of cinnamon. Put love in tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars. Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain. Stand strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it. Be smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with your forehead. Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier. Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember... you are the medicine.” 🫴🏾🍵

[pupsmailbox]

ACADEMIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ adeline. agatha. alastair. alex. alexander. alexandria. alisa. amber. ambrose. ambrosia. amorette. andrew. annabel. annabeth. annalise. anya. arden. artemis. arthur. ash. ashford. aspen. athena. atlas. atreus. augustus. avery. beatrix. blair. blake. blythe. bram. bronwyn. caspian. charles. charlotte. christopher. circe. claude. coraline. crimson. damian. damien. damon. daphne. darcy. demeter. diana. dorian. durant. ebony. eden. edgar. eleanor. elenor. elizabeth. elvira. emberl. enid. eris. everett. fantine. felix. fern. genevieve. george. grey. griffin. haven. hazel. hecate. henry. hester. holmes. hyde. inkesse. inkette. inkie. inky. isolde. ivie. ivy. james. jane. journalle. julian. julius. juno. kane. killian. lenore. lilith. lorelei. luna. magnus. malachi. mallory. maude. meredith. naomi. narissa. nicodem. nightesse. nightwing. nimue. noire. noiresse. noirette. odessa. odette. oliver. ophelia. orion. percy. persephone. peyton. phineas. phoebe. quill. quille. quinn. raven. ravenesse. ravenette. ravenne. remus. romero. rory. rosalind. rose. rowan. rowena. rufus. salem. scriptesse. sebastian. stoker. sylvain. tanith. theo. theodore. theodosia. trista. tristan. victor. victoria. vincent. virgil. wilhelmine. willow. wynona. xanthe. zoltan.

PRONOUNS︰ acade/academia. amber/amber. an/antique. arch/architectself. arch/archive. art/art. art/artist. arti/article. arti/fact. artifact/artifact. baro/baroque. bea/beauty. bis/bisque. book/book. bookworm/bookworm. calligraphy/calligraphy. can/vas. candle/candle. cer/ceramic. char/charcoal. chess/chess. clas/classic. clay/clay. clock/clock. co/collect. coco/coco. cocoa/cocoa. cof/coffee. coffee/coffee. col/color. coll/collection. collage/collage. con/cept. crea/cream. crow/crow. cur/curate. dra/drama. dust/dust. essay/essay. fea/feather. feather/feather. fig/figure. fil/film. flicker/flicker. gal/gallery. glaze/glaze. globe/globe. gold/gold. hazel/hazel. his/history. history/history. hon/honey. hue/hue. hypo/hypothesis. illus/illustrate. ink/ink. journal/journal. ki/kiln. knowledge/knowledge. le/letter. learn/learn. letter/letter. li/library. lig/ligature. lit/literature. mar/marble. mur/mural. murder/murder. muse/muse. muse/museum. night/night. no/note. novel/novel. page/page. paint/brush. paint/paint. paint/painting. paper/paper. para/dox. pen/pen. pho/photo. pi/pigment. piano/piano. poe/poet. poem/poem. por/trait. porcel/porcelain. print/print. qui/quill. quill/quill. raven/raven. rea/read. read/read. ren/renaissance. rev/revolution. scrapbook/scrapbook. script/scripts. scroll/scroll. sculp/sculptor. sculp/sculpture. sketch/sketch. speci/specimen. spine/spine. sta/stamp. stai/stain. stamp/stamp. statue/statue. story/story. stu/dy. study/studie. study/study. surreal/surrealism. tea/tea. theo/theory. theory/theory. thes/thesis. time/time. tweed/tweed. violin/violin. wheel/wheel. ⌛/⌛. ⌛︎/⌛︎. ☕/☕. ✒︎/✒︎. ✒️/✒️. 🏛️/🏛️. 🏺/🏺. 📜/📜. 🕯️/🕯️. 🖼️/🖼️.

[primordialsoundmeditation]

“Heal yourself with the light of the sun and the rays of the moon. With the sound of the river and the waterfall. With the swaying of the sea and the fluttering of birds. Heal yourself with mint, neem, and eucalyptus. Sweeten with lavender, rosemary, and chamomile. Hug yourself with the cocoa bean and a hint of cinnamon. Put love in tea instead of sugar and drink it looking at the stars. Heal yourself with the kisses that the wind gives you and the hugs of the rain. Stand strong with your bare feet on the ground and with everything that comes from it. Be smarter every day by listening to your intuition, looking at the world with your forehead. Jump, dance, sing, so that you live happier. Heal yourself, with beautiful love, and always remember...you are the medicine.”

María Sabina ~ Mexican healer and poet

Ed Binkley ~ Artist

Marsha Perry

[transosdd]

hello! i think requests are open? if they are, can i request a c!wilbur inspired/influenced by the dark academia aesthetic, possibly with a name that isn't wilbur? lvl 2 or 3, either is fine. ty in advance, going to send in one other request, no rush on completing either! love your blog.

- @heralds-bah-commune

　 ⬭ 　　C!WILBUR SOOT ALTER PACK

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – rory, willow, symphony, theodore, julius, cassius, xavier

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 26

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – he/him, coco/cocoa, fea/feather, piano/piano, rea/read, book/books, poe/poet, scrap/scrapbook

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – masc-aligned, darkacawritic, poemgender, myracademic, acadelibre, priacademic, comfycoric, cogticksoundic

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – limnosexual, cepturomantic

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – memory holder, reliefmate, social protector, archivist

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – C!WILBUR [DSMP]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – vanillascentic, brownbloodic, ASPD, mania

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: reading/discussing literature, libraries and coffee shops, classical music/jazz/piano, rainy or overcast weather, mentions of philosophy/history, 1800s-early 1900s aesthetic

NEG: being interrupted, disorganization or messiness, overly cheerful/overwhelming environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: nearly handwritten letters or journals, vintage clothing or antiques, routines and rituals (like lighting a candle before reading), historic places and events, intricate puzzles, tea, fire and burning things

DISLIKES: modern technology, clashing colors in decor or clothing, overly sweet/artificial foods, procrastination, invasive questions

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – he is introspective and articulate, with a sharp mind and a penchant for deep, meaningful conversations. his demeanor is composed, often carrying a quiet intensity that hints at unspoken thoughts and emotions. he values intellect, structure, and beauty, particularly in the form of literature, philosophy, and art. while he may appear aloof or distant at times, he is deeply passionate and driven, often channeling his emotions into creative or intellectual pursuits. beneath his refined exterior, there is a lingering sense of melancholy, which he carries with a quiet dignity. (MBTI : INTJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – as a memory holder, he carefully compartmentalizes specific memories, ensuring they are preserved and protected, only sharing them when absolutely necessary for the system’s growth or understanding. he approaches this responsibility with a quiet sense of duty, treating the memories like pages in a book that he safeguards with precision and care. as a reliefmate, he steps forward during times of stress or exhaustion, relying on his calm, structured nature to handle tasks efficiently. whether it’s managing daily responsibilities or navigating difficult situations, he maintains focus and ensures everything is completed with care, allowing others to rest without guilt. in his role as a social protector, he excels in diffusing or managing overwhelming social situations. he uses his articulate nature and composed demeanor to redirect or de-escalate interactions that may be anxiety-inducing or harmful. his intellect and quick thinking enable him to handle conversations or conflicts with poise, setting firm boundaries when needed to protect the system from undue stress. as an archivist, he treats the system’s memories and events like entries in his well-maintained library. he uses his innerworld space as an archive, organizing information into clearly labeled constructs such as books and files, ensuring everything is stored in an orderly and accessible way. he has an innate ability to recall specific details about the system’s experiences, whether from the external world or the headspace, and can retrieve this information quickly when needed.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, he often retreats to a quiet, refined space that mirrors his dark academia aesthetic. his home resembles a study or library, filled with towering bookshelves, dim candlelight, and worn leather chairs. the atmosphere is cozy yet slightly somber, with muted tones and heavy curtains. he spends his time immersed in books, journaling, or organizing the system’s internal “archives,” keeping memories and thoughts in order. his presence is steady and grounding, offering a quiet reassurance that everything is under control. his space is a haven for those in need of a calm, intellectual retreat, though he tends to value his privacy and may only allow others to visit if they truly need his guidance.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, he is composed, articulate, and deliberate in his actions. he approaches tasks with efficiency, prioritizing what needs to be done and ensuring the system feels in control and grounded. his calm demeanor makes him effective in stressful situations, as he rarely lets emotions cloud his judgment. in social settings, he carries himself with a reserved confidence, speaking thoughtfully and maintaining a distant tone. he tends to avoid unnecessary small talk, steering conversations toward topics of depth or importance when possible. if the situation becomes overwhelming or invasive, he is quick to set firm boundaries or gracefully remove the system from the environment. he focuses on maintaining a sense of order, whether by organizing the system’s external environment, completing responsibilities, or engaging in quiet, grounding activities like writing, reading, or listening to soft instrumental music. though he is not outwardly warm, his steady presence and logical approach provide reassurance to those around him, ensuring the system’s stability and protection.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🍪, 🧺, 🖋️📜

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = all unknown