/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[Anonymous No.]

[IN elite !EiENTeirl2 No.]

>Inu Skuya
I don't get the charm of this fannon character.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075074
But at least you admit it has a lot of charm.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075074
You have no soul, no heart.

[IN elite !EiENTeirl2 No.]

>>4075077
No, I;m saying something attracts you hot topic goers to this so what is it?

[Anonyous2007 !StaIqxr34U No.]

>>4075074
Now you have to pet her!

[Anonyous2007 !StaIqxr34U No.]

>>4075091
Please pet her, you monster!

[IN elite !EiENTeirl2 No.]

>>4075093
>>4075103
Nope, dogs are for people who don't have real friends.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075161
this is about 3rd thread which you troll today, as i can see.

[IN elite !EiENTeirl2 No.]

>>4075169
I don't troll on /jp/, I just never got why people love dogs so much.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075176
And you surely want to tell us about it, as if we would care. Riiiiiight.

[IN elite !EiENTeirl2 No.]

>>4075206
No, I want you t tell me about it.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075176
Do you know the term Agape? Dogs are magnificent creatures cable of displaying this.

Near this Spot
are deposited the Remains of one
who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.

- Lord Byron's Dog's Epitaph

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075261
Haha, that guy has never been around many dogs if he thinks they don't have those vices sometimes.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075300

When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth,
Unknown by Glory, but upheld by Birth,
The sculptor's art exausts the pomp of woe,
And stories urns record that rests below.
When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his Masters own,
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth,
Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth -
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debas'd by slavery, or corrupt by power -
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one - and here he lies.

[Anonymous No.]

If you actually played the games, you'd realize Inu Sakuya is canon.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075322
As an insult. And even threatened to become a korean dish. It appears people have a poor concept of Sakuya.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075339
They insulted her like that because she is a dog. I'm sorry that this point eludes you.

[Anonymous No.]

I'M A KOREAN
SON OF A BITCH SAKURA
SAKURA IS DOG
I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO
WITH THIS SHITTY MEME
BUT MAYBE I REFERENCE
THIS EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT
FUCKING S.D.M

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075322
It is as cannon as PC-98 characters.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075313
Could you post some non-dog poetry? I'm enjoying these.

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075445
My pleasure. NTR poem by William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 34 Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

[Anonymous No.]

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda (Spanish)
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075483
delicious tears omnomnomnom

[Anonymous No.]

>>4075505
Post the implied NTR one.

[Anonymous No.]

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