April always in badass form!

Pouncing away fleeing from your hulking grip

The poise of my movement in unison with no fear

I cut off your ability to ever touch my body again

By mangling your tips from your oppressive hands

Luminous blade stained sangria from its spine and edge

A meaningful bloody gesture of detaching me from your grasp

Walata M.

You pause before placing a grip on the glass to drink cherry sips

Your hurtful words hurriedly slip from inebriated distasteful lips

I race over, and your legs I trip, contorting your spine and your hips

Weapon of choice I now equip, so you feel your words pain from my tips

Walata M.

The image within clawed itself free from inside the inky nocturnal prison

Escaping out of the now hollow chest, leaving behind satin trails of rogue

The vessel left twitching, the valiant side of me ejected myself upon the canvas

Devouring on the remnants of my delights, lapping up sanguine canals

The tongue can no longer be twisted nor tied, pivoting across life’s extracts

Satiating my senses, allowing plasma to race, engorging in a blood delicacy

Hedonistic growth ran coarse through my veins, constructing a new me to exist

Walata M.

Artwork from Pinterest ~ “Afro Manga”

Tormented by a harrowing illusion, a bond that is conceivably lifeless or perishing

Face to face, our eyes glistened at one another like those of famished vultures 

A gaze that charred the skin with a feverish flicker

Uncertainty was grasped in the palm of my hand;

A gesture of climax to this hellish story

The malevolent dance of the blade; lacerating, slashing at its flesh

Suppressing the apparition, but somehow subduing myself

Trauma that has lowered us down to our knees

Violently squirming from the piercings it had obtained,

The silhouette laid in a pool as black as onyx ink

I suffer in its pain; with every strike, I felt the gash

Wounds that are invisible to the eye, punctured profoundly into my body

Gurgling blood-filled throat; a sound of shapeless mortal voice

Without my darkness, you will shed no light

Without you, there will be no me

Wallowing with a harrowing illusion, a bond that is conceivably alive and existing

Walata M.

Gif from Tenor ~ Red Anime Future Diary

Video source ~ Pinterest - do you like 90s anime?

“Sometimes, you let the hair do the talking.”

– James Brown

There are not many shows or movies that are made from video games that are done well, without screwing the lore of the game up. I started watching Fallout last night and as a gamer and as a Fallout fan from the beginning, I am excited. Everything so far is just like the games, right down to the stimpaks!

Just a few screenshots from my game. And yes, I’m that badass walking around “The Commonwealth” with purple power armor!💜