#voi

Io mi vesto e voi fate il caffè: non posso fare tutto da sola.

[PT: Vocavault]

Vocavault, a neogender umbrella based off the concepts of voice banks such as Vocaloid, Utau, and any other voice bank. This term is connected to the mascots for the voice banks, the songs/products of the voice banks, and the general products around it.

Note: This is not for/about AI voices! || Referral Terms / Things under the Umbrella under the cut!

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[Tag] @radiomogai, @liom-archive , @liomarchive , @imoga-pride , @the-mogai-archives , @neogenderumbrella-archive (extras) @cocajimmycola & @en8y

[Inspired By] @cocajimmycola’s mikuine term & Vocaloidgender / Utaugender

HOW WE FEELING ABOUT TASTE OF DIVINITY PHASE TWO COMING SOON????

IM STILL PROCESSING MYTH OF THE MACHINE ENSNABBSCVHWJQOQKAKSJSKQHDKWBDJSBD

A young bull elephant pauses under a tree during the afternoon heat at the Ngutuni wildlife conservancy on the outskirts of Voi, a town in Taita Taveta County

The bee project helping to tackle elephant-human conflict in Kenya

Loved by tourists, elephants are, however, often loathed by farmers. Elephant conservation has been a been a success in Tsavo in Kenya, with their number increasing by about 6,000 in the mid-1990s to almost 15,000 in 2021. The human population has also grown, encroaching on grazing and migration routes for the herds, with resulting clashes becoming the No 1 cause of elephant deaths. But a long-running project by the charity Save the Elephants offered an unlikely solution: deterring some of nature’s biggest animals with some of its smallest: African honeybees

Tony Karumba

A family of mostly female elephants and their young play next to a watering pond at the Ngutuni wildlife conservancy

Cold sand Erases your footprints, The fog has long hidden What lies ahead.

One cold was born from the passionate blaze of the heart. It loved it, but then it was abandoned and the heart froze.

When you grow weary And find yourself alone— When you grow weary, Come to me. Come to me, Come to me.

The cold tried to melt the frozen heart, to make it beat again, but it gave birth to a second cold from the palm.

Dark waves will embrace you, Softly kissing your freedom. You exhale your last breath Before slipping beneath the water. You slip beneath the water. You sink yourself into the depths, Leaving yourself without oxygen.

The second cold, out of despair, melted the first, killing it, but in the end it paid and now suffers,

Drown yourself, Drown, Drown yourself, Drown, Drown yourself, Drown yourself, Drown, Drown, Drown yourself, Drown, Drown, Drown yourself—

because it was born from the fire of souls alien to it.

Drown me.

Бриз (Breeze) - Voi