Flavors
So sweet is the feeling
Of a book a closed
It tastes like candied completion
So bitter is the heart
Of an unfulfilled life
Tasting like acerbic end
So sour is the vision
Of those with the sight of yearning
Those savoring sharp spies
Linger here
Like untasted eats
Wandering through a sea of stimuli
Sound breaking through
The only other silence
You are
Sailing with purposeful vessels
When your eyes taste the scene
There are perfumed prophetic jets
And the confectionary sea foam
That anointed Aphrodite
And you will know
There is hope
It will seem to be oceanic
Those flavored in bandwagons brown eye
They are unlike you
I hope you find those relishing the opposite
And I hope I find them too
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Since Disney hasn’t said anything outside of the trailer we got like…almost a month ago: Kizazi Moto: Generation Fire is out today on Disney+. It is a 10 part anthology series that honestly deals with a variety of things. African lore, aliens, spirits, etc. Each story is unique and has its own unique style. The stories are also by and animated by a variety of African artists so that makes it even better.
Update: Don’t know how this happened but I forgot to put the trailer so here it is along with a teaser
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~Honkai: Star Rail Women and How they Hug You~
Characters: Kafka | Black Swan | Acheron | Firefly | Robin | Himeko
Warnings: None, SFW.
Kafka is always hot. In every sense of the word.
Even in the heart of winter, she is a source of endless heat when you join her on the couch after missions. With her mauve hair loose, she is the personification of temptation as she languidly motions for you to come closer. Once you’re within reach, her fingers slide like liquid over your nape, pull you flush against her, with your head resting on either her shoulder or her generous chest.
She loves to talk low in your ear while she holds you like this, fingernails gently scratching at the base of your neck. Sometimes, she shares details about her missions. If she’s in a naughtier mood, however, expect the kinkiest things to fill your ears, until you’re blazing red.
Black Swan feels like a cool spring. A calm oasis for you to rest in, for however long you wish.
All you have to do is speak her name into the aether, and she will come to you, as soon as she is able. Be it after nightmares or long days, you always smile when you feel your bed dip with a familiar weight. Her graceful arms encircle your neck, guiding you onto her chest. If you’ve closed your eyes, overcome by the bliss, before you see her amused smile, then you will feel it on your skin when she kisses you.
Hugging her is heavenly. Like you’re enveloped in a cloud. Soft, fresh, plush in all the right places. And as soon as she asks you how her ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ is faring, if you missed her, that is when you utterly melt.
Acheron is steady and so very safe.
It’s like nothing in the world can touch you while you’re with her. She’s not one to initiate long embraces first, hesitant due to her powers, but if the two of you are alone she will often cast you a longing look that speaks volumes of how badly she wants to be close to you. One she hopes you don’t catch, even though you always do.
When she hugs you, her strong arms wrap around you like you are the most precious thing in the world. She likes to tuck her chin onto your shoulder, sometimes turn into your neck, breathing you in. Her body is firm from years of combat, but her skin is so soft to the touch. The corner of her lip always tugs upwards in amusement when you caress her abs (which is every chance you get).
Firefly is an absolute sweetheart.
Do you want to hold her? She will stop whatever she is doing and immediately come over to you. More often than not, she ends up curled into your lap with her arms around your shoulders. Adores nuzzling into your neck and pressing her cheek against yours like a little kitten. If you kiss her jaw or temple, she will melt in your arms.
Very sensitive. If your lips caress her neck, best believe she will make a sound and immediately turn tomato-red. No matter how long you’ve been together, flirting in this position will result in her cheeks growing hot. Which only makes you want to tease her that much more.
Robin is always a delight to hug. Cosy and sweet and soft.
She absolutely flushes at the smallest hint of PDA if other people are around, but she will not deny you ever. Behind closed doors is a different story though. The girl will come over to you and wrap her arms around you from behind, silently asking to be held because she’s often too shy to say it. If you toy with her hair, massage her back or nuzzle into her wings, she will shiver against you.
Likes to trace small shapes on your skin with her fingertips when you’re cuddling. Will die inside and go to heaven if you do it to her first. If you simply lay together, relaxing, she may start humming a tune by your ear in her angelic voice. A privilege reserved for her one and only <3
Himeko is soothing in every way. The way she smells, the way she touches you, the way she makes you feel.
She is gentle like the warmth of a fireplace after a long trudge through snow and she never gets tired of holding you. You don’t even have to ask. One look and she will know to come over and embrace you. If other members of your team are around, she establishes small points of contact, like an arm around your waist or a hand at the small of your back. Until you are alone, where she will fully guide you into her arms.
Loves to gently massage your back or run her thumb in small circles between your shoulderblades. Always exhales a soft chuckle if you kiss her collarbone and tell her how good she feels. You are so comfortable when you sleep against her perfect body that you have trouble sleeping without. Not that she minds this one bit.
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ARE YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE LIVING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS?
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Of Wishes
I repeat the same dreams of grandeur and splendor
Creativity can represent the better circumstance of perception
My reality is survival and poor
But you wouldn't know because of my words.
I give up a piece of myself because I feel pity
And I have no peace now and I turn to the city
Its hot and heavy and I have no direction
Except when I’m trying to direct another's life lesson
There is no attitude that can match my own
But if you'd like to see it here’s the phone
I give up my bed to one who demands the comfort
I would not have to give having laid next to nothing
I sense and see the dynamic has shifted
That is what I get for showing you my kitchen
An intimate place where I create magic
Where you sit and devour gifts from bpa plastic
I laugh and complain thats all I have
Deep down inside the only thing that matches my craft
Monetarily I am crippled
But at least Midnight has her kibble
No shes a cat that lies in wait
For the blowup that is pattern in my fate
I wait for fate, a prediction of truth
The dreams of splendor and grandeur, too.
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