#[Hitoh]

[sins-of-the-sea]

Which Ba'tala faction (society) would you like to interact with first?

Only the Gods' blog is made at @godsofabrokenworld but still incomplete. The other societies are that of Creation (mortals).

[lyricsssdotin]

Teri Mitti (Female Version) Lyrics

Singer:Parineeti ChopraAlbum:Kesari mmm hmm… Oh Ranjhanaa ve teri saanson peThoda sa watan ka bhi haq thaNa dekh mujhe yun mud mud keTera mera saath yahin tak tha Ye teri zameen tere khoon se hiToh sajti sanwarti hai RanjheTere ishq ki main haqdaar nahiTeri Heer toh dharti hai RanjheHaaye… Teri mitti mein mill jaawanGul banke main khill jaawanItni si hai dil ki aarzoo Teri nadiyon mein beh…

[sandwichsakurauchi]

Riko could feel everything inside her get tighter and more painful as she kept forcing herself to drink. More cracks and snaps rang out from her chest as her belly orb grew lopsided and deformed, stretching her torso out more and more as her eyes bulged out from the mounting pressure...

And then the hose was forced out of her again as she threw up a deluge of oil, sludge and blood. It was the worst feeling she'd ever felt... yet seeing Bocchi loom over her, placing a slight pressure on her middle and almost making her wretch again... it made her struggling heart skip a beat. "Hrglphk... H-... Hitoh... righ-changlph..." She'd sputter almost unintelligably. And who'd be surprised at that. She couldn't stand. She was bloated beyond human limits. Her mind was crashing. And yet... "...Hhhffrlgh... P-Pleashe... m-... mhake... meh... e-eshplodeglph...~"

"I-If I could ask... Bocchi-san a question? I can relate to you because I also consider myself somewhat of an introvert outside of my own interests... Do you also, um... struggle with your weight? I can't help but find food easy to fall back on more often than not..."

"E-eh thats...I suppose I do have an obligation to answer this if...uh...well you are like me" She blushes and looked down, her doughy body self-evident and pushing against her track suit. "I...do. I don't really move around that much and if I'm really nervous or scared then bingeing a lot of junk food helps" Her face turned scarlet red as she admitted that, the poor girl stifling a belch before she continued "I-Its great for those things...but I do have a habit of outgrowing clothes and...ch-chairs because of it. On account of uh...my weight skyrocketing..."

[general-thinks]

I was joking last time when I called you lewd but Mambagi I swear I can hear you ovaries rumbling from here

[worldofthebatala]

Currently working on a video test with OpenShot Video Editor, but I’m currently struggling with how to zoom, pan, and transition from one image to the other without everything turning to black. It’s frustrating.

Have some art from the video test, though it’s not all of it. I’m just proud of how they turned out.

[talesofthebatala-grandkingsfavor]

Bulaklak (3/3)

"............."

"................................"

"So. What is your name?"

"........................."

"I am asking you a question."

"...............My name is Na'oki."

"No. That is the name your previous owner or slave driver or whoever gave you. You're a Tao, not a Mongrel, and I can tell. I know for a fact that is not your actual name. Now again. What is your name?"

"...........Bulaklak."

"Bu... la....ku..... la....ku..."

"...Na'oki will do just fine, Master."

"No! I mean no. That will not do at all. Please. I can do better than that. I will call you Na'oki when we are in public, perhaps, but when we are by ourselves, Bu-la-ku-la-ku will do. I will learn your name properly, I promise."

"...You... will promise... m-me??"

"I surely will! And you do not even have to wear your- Oh!! Oh....

“...Oh, for the love of the Gods... wait here."

"..............................................."

"Hah! The lads got in trouble just now and will have to do kitchen duty all day today! Fortune smiles upon us!!"

"D-Does it, Master?"

"Oh, please, do not 'Master' me. It's just us! Call me Miss Ezamin- or as a matter of fact, let us drop the formalities altogether. Call me 'Ezi'."

"..................................................."

"And I have a task for you already. We are going to take advantage of our time here while classes are done and the Rakoh men are tied up. Help me get my things to my beast and carry these flowers for me. We are going on a trip."

"A-Already, Master?"

"....."

"...Already, Ezi?"

"Yes! And trust me on this: you will love it. And Bulakulaku?"

“.......”

“You may remove your mask.”

“.............................”

“Th-.... Thank you so much, Ezi...”

[coffeenuts]

Lilium orange by hitoh 1 https://flic.kr/p/2ntRHrf

[surgeofcrimsonshouts]

sig

favorite thing about them: his relation with the original demon is sooo so so interesting and such a cool concept that could potentially lead to some very good character development but um :))) sega are cowards! i also just love his personality in fever 2 i wish he were more like that in newer games </3

least favorite thing about them: we all know the answer to this one but i also hate that his outfits post fever 2 just. do not hit the same. its just not the same

favorite line: i liek when he goes “u” when he gets hitOH and also the naruhodou.. he does when hes talking to salde you know the one. when he crosses his arms. yeah

brOTP: sigsalde! i just think their dynamic is fun :-) i also like to think about potential sigraffi bond bc sig is snarky and strong and smart but not annoying like klug and raffinas like “oh this guys pretty alright actually” and she drags him into training in exchange for letting him ramble abt bugs (she doesnt mind... much) and then they make fun of lemres together. sigami is also good i think they are besties

OTP: i dont rly think much abt puyo ships but sigklug is pretty cute i think :-)

nOTP: the obvvious ones and any of him w a girl u_u

random headcanon: fuck dude idk. hes agender ace gay and is fine w any pronouns

unpopular opinion: not sure how unpopular this is but i think i prefer his eng voice over his current jpn one...

song i associate with them: donut hole  it makes sense in my head ok i swear it does

favorite picture of them:

pick up your head king your antennae are falling

[somosmajos]

Revisa nuestra nueva publicación en http://www.majos.cl/look/hitoh-coleccion-colaborativa-treino-x-alexander-azukar/

HITOH, colección colaborativa Treino x Alexander Azukar

HITOH Es una colección de streetwear Chilena, que nace de la colaboración entre el reconocido artista Alexander Azukar y una de las marcas pioneras del streetwear chileno llamada Treino. Esta colección comenzó a desarrollarse a finales del año 2020. El nombre fue escogido por el artista después de tener una conversación con el dueño de la marca y concluir que lo que llevarían a cabo seria un hito para la escena streetwear. Etimológicamente este nombre proviene de la palabra hito que alude a un suceso puntual e importante dentro del desarrollo de un proceso en la historia de una o mas personas. Seguidamente el artista irreverente tomo esta palabra y le agrego una H al final para poder elaborar las gráficas de la colección de manera simétrica y transformarla en un nombre sublime, haciendo referencia al upcycling en la moda.

Texto por Manolo Pérez aka Pohio (manoloperezdelarosa):

Al observar la colección capsula HITOH entre el artista Alexander Azucar y la marca de streetwear chilena Treino, se puede apreciar una serie de obras en las cuales la indumentaria son el formato elegido por el artista. La gráfica y gama cromática son fieles a la obra del artista haciendo alusión a las luces neones y como muchas veces nos guían en noches de frenesís. A su vez en la colección podemos encontrar representaciones de esta “nueva realidad” a la que nos han sumergido teniendo el código QR como uno de los hilos unificadores entre las piezas.

La colección esta compuesta de piezas que en sus cortes y diseño hacen una oda a la calle y su cotidianidad, tengo que destacar el conjunto deportivo de taslan (chaqueta y pantalón), con una deconstrucción de la grafica de la capsula. El totebag que aparte de seguir la línea con grafica llamativa, lleva incorporados paneles de carbono que evitan la lectura de los scaners y maquinas radiográficas, y una camiseta deportiva sublimada, llena de información, que le hace un guiño a esos partidos entre amigos en el barrio.

Alexander narra a través de HITOH su realidad hoy en día. Un collage de grafica propia, calle, viajes, lifestyle y referencias donde diferentes piezas de indumentaria y accesorios son consturidos para lograr un HITOH dentro del streetwear Sudamericano.

El desarrollo textil en esta colaboración está a cargo de Treino, -marca chilena de streetwear- que a lo largo de sus ocho años de trayectoria ha tenido como principal motor la fusión de la calle, su estilo de vida y las diferentes expresiones de arte urbano. Este fue un desafío para la perfección cómo comenta su director, Alejandro Gebert, quien señala: “Se imponen nuevas bases para presentar una colección colaborativa en este lado del mundo” con una incesante búsqueda de materiales premium, confección de máxima calidad en diferentes fábricas de latinoamérica obteniendo una interesante interpretación del profundo imaginario de Alexander Azukar en combinación totalmente estética y pulcra con la indumentaria deportiva.

La colección la pueden encontrar en el local de la marca Treino o en su sitio web www.treinoficial.cl.

[sins-of-the-sea]

//Right now I have an art goal I am going to try to accomplish, and that is to practice/master basic application of color theory and character design.

I know what color theory is; every single book, tutorial, and youtube essay on what it IS doesn't help me in trying to APPLY it in my artwork. That is until I have been watching videos on HOW wrong certain artists apply their colors ahem Bu t ch H a rtm an that I finally have direction, and now I want to try to apply this to both Devil's Eye and Ba'tala.

The levels of application will be different on virtue of Devil's Eye having human characters and Ba'tala having anthropomorphic animals. With Devil's Eye, the cast features a variety of different ethnicities, races, eye and hair colors, etc., so addressing color schemes will be a skillset unique to those elements. For example, I cannot give shades of green to Abena (a very dark-skinned woman) what shades I can give to Ravyn (a fair-skinned woman). Meanwhile, Phoebus' color scheme is fine as the Sin of Sloth (greens and blues to contrast his red hair), but I will always struggle with his twin brother Guy as the Sin of Lust (pinks to his red hair--a MAJOR no-no in color theory application unless he follows monochrome). So this one, I may have to observe existing examples of palettes seen in fashion and makeup to find the best color combinations to make everyone appealing.

Ba'tala's application of color will not just be different, but deliberately set to avoid certain trends and tropes I frankly cannot tolerate or stand when designing anthropomorphic characters, especially in furries. When I go back to my more recent art, while the lineart and anatomy has improved, the application of color never went past kindergarten wherein I'd just use every crayon in the box. In other words, my characters look like Lisa Frank rejects. But that tends to happen when a good number of the metaspecies have spots, stripes, or other patterns that will not jive well with textured, detailed clothing. So the challenge I hope to overcome is to balance simplicity without sacrificing authenticity in the metaspecies' most notable traits, such as Kitoah's feather spots or Ki'a's tabby stripes. All while not sacrificing features of ethnic clothing such tassels among the Hitoh and fringes with the Himmelia.

So it's a lot to focus on--so I am taking it one baby step at a time, starting with characters who are intended to draw the audiences' eyes the most often. I'll take as long as I have to. So expect loose and inconsistent character designs as I update. I'm sorry if I end up confusing everyone.

[artofimmy]

Did a bit more mapbuilding with @cappnrob​'s help, combining our knowledge with Earth's physical geography as a point of reference. While the World of the Ba'tala is modelled after ours, not everything will be consistent. Because the World was broken and put together at some point, and the Domains of the World such as Air, Earth, Water, and Fire, still belong to the dormant repective Gods, some things are deliberately (or not) really weird. I'm certain the jet streams do not follow a real consistent pattern, for example, as I mostly just eyeballed the directionality as per continental formation.

Details are still a work in progress; these are all general ideas, hence the weird colors and brushes.

Top Map: The political map. Where the territories are estimated all over the World as per kingdoms, tribes, and peoples. I should note that the borders will probably remain vague, at least in-universe; cartography was unrefinedd during this time period, not to mention the borders change even mid-story due to conquests and skirmishes. This is where I just need to write more and more of the story before I can decide on far more defined political boundaries, as this would be moreso relying on a timeline than things like climate and resources.

Tan Zone: Ca-Ri Ha-Taj; composed of the Jan-Taj, Pan-Log, and related tribes, and some U'lus/Po-Vo

Pink Zone: Stormig; composed of the Himmelia and Havvia

Purple Zone: Tep-Pas (lit. "Steppes"); composed of The U'lus

White Zone: Puso; composed of the Mikra, Taong Bundok, and Taong Gubat

Blue Zone: Siquotia; composed of the Hitoh

Green Zone: Kali; composed of Hitoh, Taong Bundok, and Taong Gubat

Middle Map: The climate zones and jetstreams. This will help climate patterns and how people build their societies. The latitudes are similar to our Earth, but the jetstreams are somewhat weird. I can attribute this to "The God of Water don't give a fuck" or the inconsistency is a result of the Broken World, but from what we made so far, I think this can be useable to determine how storms will affect certain coastlines.

Blue Zone: Polar regions. Composed of just ice.

Green Zone: Temperate zones

Red Zone: Tropic zones

Dotted Lines: Northern and Southern Tropic Lines

Solid Line: The Equator

Bottom Map: Generalized physical map. Generally faithful to real-world climate patterns as per continental formations and latitue, but also subject to weirdness due to the World being broken once upon a time.

Brown(ish) Dots: Mountains and their ranges

Gold Zones: Arid climates

Green Zones: Tropical climates

Blue Zones: Temperate climates

[general-thinks]

Tadano: Ten years ago, I married my best friend

Katai: Our wives are still mad about it

Tadano: But we were really drunk and we thought it was really funny

[worldofthebatala]

Lore: The afterlife (according to the Hitoh)

The Hitoh believe in reincarnation and the concept of karma. However, unlike Buddhist/Hindu beliefs of karma and reincarnation, there are no concepts of Heavens or Hells to pass through, nor will someone become a worm for bad karma or obtain Nirvana/Brahman with good. To go with the ideas of the Way of the Qaju (to be elaborated later), the nature of Hitoh's ideas of the afterlife are more nature-based and becoming one with the physical universe as well as the spiritual.

According to Hitoh belief, when a person has or is dying, a trio of wind spirits known as the Nubashi may be heard outside the dying person's door heralding the end of their life. Once the person dies, the Nubashi lead the soul to the nearest river, where they will wait to be taken down on a ghost ferry, captained by the Muhebo water spirits, by the start of the new spring (the beginning of the Hitoh year). The Spring Equinox is believed to be the Day of Judgement of the previous year's dead, as it is the day of Fire which the fire spirits Kitupo will judge where the dead ultimately go. If the deceased has good karma, they are taken by the Nubashi to be the clouds, as clouds are attendants of the Sun, the Holy God-King Qaju Himself. If the karma is bad, the deceased are taken into the Earth, to be forced into labor by the Earth God Toje, as tenders of the Roots of trees and crops. Reincarnation occurs once that next "life" is over and their time serving either God is up, and the soul is given another chance at life for higher existence. It is said that the cycle of reincarnation is over when a person has died with so much good karma, they are permanently a part of Qaju's court by becoming one of the Stars.  A collection of bad karma would cast the soul into eternal Oblivion, the dark endless space beyond the Stars.

More on Hitoh faith to come later.

[talesofthebatala-grandkingsfavor]

Sermon Among the Reeds (1/6)

“Ezi?”

“Yes, Bulakulaku?”

“I.... I want to hear about the Way of the Qaju. How... how it’s different from how the Tao worship the Gods.... especially if you left out the other Gods...”

“What do you mean?”

“You said the Way of the Qaju is about the Four Gods of the Elements and the God of the Sun... you mean the God of Light, yes?”

“Oh, uh....”

“I can take over, Miss Ezamina. Yes, we primarily worship the Four Elemental Gods and the God of Light, which most Hitoh understand as the God of the Sun.”

“What about the Two Moons?”

“Lesser Gods in our pantheon. Though I understand among the Tao that the God of Light, who is our Sun, also commands the Two Moons?”

“Yeah... Why do the Hitoh worship differently? Are the names of the Gods different too?”

“Yes, my friend. Though not without reason. I'm afraid the details may bore you, however..."

"No, tell me! I want to know! I'm curious!"

"Are you really?"

"I was taught by the priests in my village in Kali about the Gods. I wanted to become a shrine keeper. But...."

"....I see. Well. I will warn you. I am told I am very monotonous and droning and I may bore you to tears regardless."

"(Giggle). You're not boring, Pobu Gi'u!"

"Am I really not?"

"I don't think you're boring! Tell me about the Gods and why our people worship them differently! Why you think the Sun and Moons are different! And why you don't include the God of Life and the God of Chaos and Order!"

"....Very well. Let me tell you a Tale of the Ba'tala..."

[procurement-logistics-magaz-blog]

Matatu owners lost over Sh100 million due to poll jitters - MOA

Matatu owners lost over Sh100 million due to poll jitters – MOA

“Given that each Matatu makes about Sh8,000 in gross income per day, the amount of money that operators have lost due to poll jitters could be well over Sh100 million,” says Simon Kimutai the chairman of the Matatu Owners Association (MOA). According to Kimutai, out of the approximated 20,000 matatus operating within the city, only 2,000 were operating and that had shrunk incomes that operators…

[endangeredbrownguy-blog]

THE END.

"They say that you cry when you leave your home and live at another place.But,they never said that the another place can be your home too." (Eyes blink,Self doubt off the charts,slaps himself)If only all these cheesy line came out in front of the girl I like...Damn it! Here...let me tell you all a story.          Once upon a time...A boy was tugging at his mother's legs and crying.(Call for a more depressing start...)The boy didnt want her to leave him at an unknown place which had little boys as himself as toilet gate keepers and also an unlimited amount of unfriendly faces.They boy was never close to his father so his father hadnt come to see him off...as far as the kid remembers.His mother tried various things to make her son right where he was,Well she at last succeeded when she gave him a packet of Potato chips and a Choclate bar.The boy made immediate friends with a boy of around the same age when the other boy asked for some of his delicious chips.(Kind as the boy was,he poiltely refused to give any of his special treats,but they became friends anyway...) As the boy finishwd his choclate by stuffing half of it in his face & the second half on the ground,the boy cried again and called for his mum to look at the dropped choclate,but she was already out of sight.The boy started searching frantically for his mother,up the corridors,in the stinky hell known as toilets...the toilet in his home was so good compared to that and the boy even searched the shadiest corners around.(Thats how the boy discovered half of the place before any of his other colleagues even came in)    "They just cant leave me here..." The boy thought,He had heard that they were going to put jim ina hostel where he'd be all by himself,but he never belived in that baloney.He didnt even know what a "hostel" was.He gad heard from his elder cousins that a hostel was a terrible place where little kids are sent to get deisciplined,but all kids end up getting bullied and also...worst of all everykid had to have their own back.GUESS WHAT?  The kid loved the idea!!!  Now you see,running away from his parents for a vacation was all what the kid ever wanted!Again...he didnt even know what "bullying" meant.He was even delighted to see all the stuff that his parents were buying for him for his "vacation",all the things which he wasnt allowed to touch or put in mouth of course...heh heh.           But,stepping back down to Earth,He was now all alone with unfriendly faces staring at him like he was going to be their next meal.The boy ran to a corner of the humongous building.The infamous place called the "undercroft corner",he didnt even know what that it was called the "undercroft corner" that time and again...whats "undercroft?".The boy wanted to hide there all night ,but he came out after half an hour when he realised that he was alone,miserable and worst of all.Hungry as a street dog.He saw faces of older looking people relived when he appeared in front if them.It was the first day and it started then and there.The ever so loud scolding from the wiser old people.Well...did the young boy recieve a slap on the very first day? I dont remember,maybe he did...The first day,first boy to confront the teachers. BIG PLANS WERE AHEAD.BIG PLANS...              As the story goes,the boy fell in love with the huge buildings,the two tall towers also popularly known as the 'College front' went on to become his first crush.(Not that the Boy ever fell in love again...His first non-human crush was soon forgotten as he used to see her everyday...he must've got angry one day because he was the one who always did the talking & she never replied.)Making fifty friends new friends in one day is not easy I tell you,the ego of people are bigger then the solar system...but the boy being of around seven to eight had no problem in doing so,not that all the others liked him,but he did get to know a good amount. As the years passed by the boy who looked more like a street urchin because of bathing only twice a week rather then being scrubbed everyday by his mom when he was at home,or maybe some other reasons,the boy didnt know.His life was like a roller coaster ride,twists and turns and ups and downs,various bbkooper but he managed to hold on throughout the ride without throwing up.Well,in real life he was never allowed to ride on a roller coaster,his parents thought it was far too dangerous.'What if the cart breaks? What if the breaks fail?'He used to watch in silence as his cousins had the fun.He made 'the face' at his parents when his counterparts came back from the rides and didnt talk to anyone.Well,thats actually a totally different story for some other time.As the time passed the boy started to become  well...a bigger boy,only by size they say,that the boy still had the mentality of a seven years old.But he didnt care,he now knew why his elder brother's C drive was always full,why his father behaved stupid and funny when he drank the thick brown licquid and why dod he cough when he put that white thing in his mouth which burns at one end and then you inhale the stuff and smoke comes out of your nose amor mouth,well his dad did that too so...it was not the boys fault. Not that I know any of this stuff.🙈 The boy went through many different phases and situations when he was in school.He learnt many peculiar things like... Happiness came im the form of washed clothes. The one who goes to the toilet with you across the football field with you even if he doesnt want to go at night is a real friend. A fully functheavenand clean'bog'or toilet was gift sent from heaven Unplanned stuff was the best ans planned stuff never cease to happen. All of us had low ambitions and high expectations. But as the years passed,firends became memories to hitohe cursed the school so much that is the walls really had tears they'd have commited suicide and GOD,yes,how could he forget the almighty.He cursed and blamed God for all his misfortunes and bad luck,but never remembered him at his good times.He thougjt so highly of himself that he never felt the need of any education.Practically this was his 'cursing' age also popularly known as 'Adolecense'.This is also a friendly reminder to kids who are reading this not to curse and kick everything between the age of 12 to 16 years.(Well,now you are cursing me now great.) Anyways,by now you might have surely guessed who the little boy is.Yes thats me.I am Vipul Garbyal and I write stuff for my blog and desperate school magazines,and today is a rreall special day for the boy.Its the last day of school for him.Who came in as a little senseless kid and is now going back as a grown up senseless kid.Thia story is a little awkward,emotional,bugged up thing to write,because the last day of school is a cocktail of nostalgia and curses and depression and a lityle bit of the sentimental stuff.(For us bromance,I'm straight.peace✌) Well my journey of ten years here at Sem cant be jotted down in some pages.(lol,because I just did.Yeah Im a Hypocrite). Id rather call my bond as a relationship with my school.I just understood this place so well that it git me here for all my childhood. While the others made notes in the Classroom,we made memories. They said its their school,We said its our home. They said they'll return here,We said we'll be buried here. (Ok,that one was a little bit too much.I dont even know why Im saying 'We' even Im not going to do all that stuff. P.S:-It should be noted that this was actually written on the last day of sachoo and I have a major exam tomorrow.This...thing was written in one hour,varying emotions and memories helped me to shape it while many points still missed out ot turned out to be good.(I guess) Till next time. Toodles.