#chija

[mysharona1987]

[fluffybrowncat-archived]

Yalina redirected her focus to her friend at her question, shifting her gaze away from the mug in her hand. "Oh yes! Without a doubt." Yalina admitted as she struggled to stifle another laugh that kept trying to slip past her lips. "I know for a fact that if people heard our conversation or saw our text without previous context, they will for sure think that we have some sort of problem up there." she added, humor glinting in her eyes as she gestured towards her head.

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

@fluffybrowncat

[shadowbanki]

THE RESONATE HEADSHOTS ARE DONE~

[r3dblccd]

🎁 - Azazel

Spotify wrapped starter meme

: ̗̀➛ I'm Not Here To Make Friends by Sam Smith

"Everybody's looking for somebody to take home. I'm not the exception." After all, this was the time and a place for flings, most parties were. Even during more formal ones, there were always those 2-4 people that had something going on when nobody's looking. "And what brings you here?"

[star-paths]

@vienrose clicked ♥ for a starter!

He handed over the bottle to her on top of a small, clean kerchief — a pretty little glass thing that had some intricately molded edges and a silver top, the label faded from years of handling.

"I was hoping you could help me find something like this — I bought overseas maybe eight years ago, but can't seem to locate the seller anymore, or find it in any stores," he sighed a little. "I've gotten a lot of compliments on it. Or, if not, can you make a recommendation?" he offered as an alternative, realizing it might have been a little rude of him to expect her to help with such a particular and personalized matter.

"I'll pay you, of course. Just let me know how much."

[noxoire]

one more muse to come that's been ping ponging in my head for a while, quelled fairy darling

[tobiltopart]

I really enjoy creating immortal OCs and exploring the ways they've developed as people over the centuries. This is about one of them.

Ranien started off bitter and hateful. His situation is that foreigners invaded the land of his people and stole away the essence of the former gods that he was protecting. One would think that with thousands of years of experience, a small handful of mortals wouldn't have gotten the best of him, but somehow they did. Those four, in addition to himself, ended up being locked together by fate and all five are immortal.

BUT, over time, Ranien has softened again. He's seen as a wise elder to his people and, while there's no god essence to protect anymore, he still serves as a protector to his land and people. They, the mortals of his culture, were the ones that assured him that not only did he fulfill his duty to the best of his ability, but that the essence being relinquished from their hold was a GOOD thing actually! Their people were all once immortal, and now they can age. Life has become more precious, even though they're all still incredibly long lived.

Ranien himself can't age. Being in the same room as the essence for so long, and being present when it was released and absorbed by the other four, means he is permanently immortal and cannot die. That's what he was bitter about in the beginning, as well as having a burning hatred for the intruders. He isolated himself for a long time, feeling like he failed his people.

But again, he's softened. He rejoined society and noticed the wrinkling of his good friends' skin and decided that actually it's a blessing for them, one he can never take part of. He still gets a bit melancholy about it from time to time, but It's been almost 2,000 years since that incident that he thought he would never be over, and he finds that he's content.

He doesn't interact with those other immortals, and only leaves his homeland for a couple decades at a time roughly every other century, just to get a feel for where the world is headed.

He also doesn't indulge in romantic endeavors. He's not always clear on why. Maybe he's aro-ace, or maybe he feels guilty, or maybe the thought of always outliving everyone prevents him from trying...but he's content with watching over his people. Even the elderly treat him like a beloved grandfather, and when they pass he gives them their final rites and teaches the funerary rituals.

He is what one outside of his culture would consider trans, tho having a static gender in his culture and as an immortal is already kinda weird, but his experience has helped many people even outside of his own culture learn about themselves in ways that they are forever grateful for.

Ranien has no bio children, nor has he ever had the ability to carry them (an archaic and since removed requirement and ritual of the protector of essence) and has no problem with his body as it's always been (we would call him afab but that's not how gender works in Otii society).

If he were to meet up with any of the other immortals from that incident (he's run into one since), he would forgive them. Maybe even befriend them. They're stuck in his same situation after all.

[memuntos]

this will still be coming but will take a hot second but while I work on it the way all the droyi muses can be arcane-ified too……

a teaser of what is to come…..

[khronoes]

@ilvaites FEAT. TYL YEO

the walls around her glittered with the sheen of the decor that had been strung down the length of the hall.    victory day was no small celebration and the leaders of asoron were adamant in pulling all the stops.    she was clad in curator white,   like all other days.    it had become a second skin for the girl.    this time they had given them a new uniform as a gift for their service and protection.    it appeared relatively the same apart from the flowing cape clipped to her shoulders that shone like dew kissed grass after the rain.    it floated weightlessly behind her, a shimmering blanket, as she stationed herself at the perimeter of the grand ballroom.    they were instructed to be there an hour before the festivities commenced to sweep the room for any suspicious tampering.    when the premise was deemed clear the flood gates were opened and what was once a vast dance floor was suddenly packed tight with bodies of all shapes,   sizes and vibrant colours.

as she walked around the room in a calculated pace,    chija bowed her head respectfully at familiar faces.    the chatter had grown louder as drinks had been served and now was the time to keep a stern eye out.   liquid luck spurred morals were the spark that often ignited trouble.    she had all intention to step aside for a breather until her eyes locked with his.    even in a throng of people,   chija would recognize tyl yeo.    something stirred uncomfortably in her chest and she slowed her steps until she stood square in front of him.    ❝   you’re not here to join in the merriment.   ❞    she stated matter-of-factly.    if there was one thing chija knew,    it was the mage renegades and more appropriately,   their leader.     it was no coincidence that he was there and she wondered if being spotted by her was also a part of an elaborate plan.    her eyes flickered briefly around the room before landing back on him.    ❝   where are the rest ? what are you planning this time ?    ❞    it was a known fact that victory day came with untouchable neutrality.    the curators could do nothing to the mage renegades and in return it was understood that the renegades would play a fair game as well.    chija knew that it never panned out that way so it was only to err on the side of caution that she relentlessly interrogated him.    she’d be naive to expect a straight answer but she knew his tells.    she knew him.

[stridersbignaturals]

This is still very early development, but I wanted to share what my new conlang looks/sounds like so far. This is a translation of a story from Aesop's Fables. This language doesn't have a name yet, but it's most striking feature that differentiates it from English (and all of the other European languages I am familiar with) is that it is a head-final language. For example, it uses postpositions rather than prepositions.

A few romanization notes:

A macron over a vowel denotes a long vowel (held roughly 2x longer than an unmarked vowel)

ch represents the voiceless velar fricative

lh represents the voiceless alveolar lateral fricative

f represents the voiceless bilabial fricative

Vowels next to each other represent a hiatus, not a diphthong

All other letters correspond to the letters used in IPA

I have not totally decided on stressed syllables yet (partially because phonemic vowel length is still somewhat unfamiliar to me)

This is a proto-language, and I intend to simulate both phonological and grammatical evolution to result in a naturalistic 'modern' version. Anyways, here's The Bear and The Two Travellers translated into my conlang!

Na Ongalē ōka na Wi Kochachnolhōmu Wi korūlsi utara chachnolō, sūla ach Ongalē kunga kungaura jēhūmfa lhen kalna chastalō. Achura kungaāle ach tywētū namla pītu wēlhīlō ōka chija na kotywētūpīra namla sīrikalō. Na omē, se chat wīkturōkema karā nak melō, na romōto lhen lhūnā pewelō, ōka sūla na Ongalē wēlhīlō ōka chatcha chatura uja lhēk nīntēlō, ōka chatcha tanlā elhelō, se chatura lhichpacha rūpōlō, ōka na susēwāmeura tomnun nōm chat pīlālō tāpnalō. Na Ongalē chatāle mēte rōkelō, rynāta chat ach susēnu kitam nīntē ȳkū. Sūla chat pepnet rōkenulō, na omē kochachnolhōmu na tywētū ura ngūmēlō, okā chat seura amilnūp na ongalē chatura hynewāme namla tīmwitanulō somo fachpitu lhohālō. "Chat siāle na sunpatōr ālelō," chatura amilnūp ētāpse lō. "Ach amiltūpāle lhēk se fecha na tīlhanura etamakanaāle lhen lhūpnanu menaȳkū chachnoani."

[tadashisdisaster]

𝐃𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 & 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐗 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Cw / Twˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Fluff, suggestive language, child bullying (like kid bullying kid at school no abuse), puppy love (crush)

AN ~ This is just pure fluff. I was just thinking about Lee know cooking his daughter the cutest bento and Bangchan having a cute little son, giving him manly advice. I KNOW THESE MEN ARE GOING TO CRY WHEN THEY SEE THERE BABY LIKE…🥹🤍

˚ ✦ Bangchan 🖇️🐋

Just imagine Chan holding his new born son and just smiling down at him with the softest smile. Like man is tearing up because you and him made something magical. He literally looks at you with a single tear falling down his cheek and says, “Let’s name him Ji-Yeong.” You can’t help but smile at the name and doze off with your husband and son by your side.

Ji-Yeong Came home with you behind him. You looked concerned and confused as you waved for Chan to come over. Chan places down the remote and walks towards you. “What happen?” He whispers, taking a quick glance at Ji then back at you. “I don’t know he won’t talk to me…” you nibble on your finger nail, a nervous habit you had ever since middle school, one of Chans favorite habits because he thought it was cute. He takes your hand and rubs the back of it calming you down.

“I’ll talk to him.” You nod you head, worried eyes turning soft as you make your way to the kitchen to make dinner. “Hey bud, how was school?” Ji didn’t answer, he continued to scribble down answers on his homework sheet and sniffed as his eyes began to water. Chan tries again, “Did you have a bad day?” Ji wipes his nose with the back of his hand as tears streamed down his face. “I don’t wanna go back ‘hick’ do school dad.” Chan frowns. He picks his tiny boy up and plops him on his lap.

“What happen champ?” Ji whipes his eyes and looks up at his dad. “Duri made fun of me again…” You and Chan had been calling the school due to this ‘Duri’ kid picking on your kid. The school couldn’t really do much since he was the chairman’s son. “What’d he say?”

“He said I was a sissy for hanging out with Chija…” Chija was Ji-yeong’s crush, no matter how many times he denied it. Chan huffs out a laugh and has his son stand up. “Don’t cry Yeong, Duri is just jealous because he doesn’t know how to be as cool as you.” Ji rubbed his eyes and smiled. “Really?”

“Really Really!” Ji giggles and gives Chan a hug. “Thank you dad, I love you.” Chan beams at you. You stood in the door frame with your arms crossed leaning against the wall, a small smile gracing your face. You go back to the kitchen and continue to stir the curry. Chan wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you neck. You chuckle, “You did a good job Channie.” He smiles and rests his chin on your shoulder. “No, we did a good job.”

Ji-Yeong meaning * Wisdom, intellect / flower, petal, brave, hero

˚ ✦ Lee Know 🖇️🐋

Min-ho had taken a taxi, and ran all the way to the hospital. You had called him in labor. Practice was the last thing on his mind when it came to you.

Crying. He heard crying on the other side of the door. His hand was shaking, why was the door so slippery. Someone help this man because he is sweating so bad. You had already given birth to your daughter. He had missed it. He slowly opened the door when the crying had stopped and walked in. You look up and give him a sleepy smile. “Hey.”

“Hey…” he says back, cautiously walking towards you and your new born child. “I’m so sorry I’m late…” he said with a choked sigh. “It’s fine Min. Isn’t she beautiful?” You uncover your babies face revealing long eyelashes and a head full of hair. He softly chuckles reaching out to hold her. You gladly hand her over. Min-ho slowly stands up and rocks her gently. “So beautiful.” He kisses her forehead as tears rush down his face. “Her name’s Eun-Young…” Min-ho smiles at the name. “Our beautiful Eun.” He walks over to you and sits next to you on the hospital bed.

“DADDY, I WANNA HELP MAKE THE BENTOOO!” Eun runs to Min-ho and clings onto his leg with one hand and reaches up to grab a carrot. You had gone off to work, leaving your husband to drop your daughter off to school. He pats the chair next to him for Eun to sit on. Eun climbs onto the chair sitting on her knees, slapping the counter with her small hands. Min-ho expertly chops the vegetables into strips and hands them to her. Eun puts the carrots and zucchinis on top of the rice and snacked on the left over veggies. “Daddy? Is that a bear?” Min-ho smushes the ball of rice into the shape of a bear. “Mhm, because you’re my little bear.” He poked her sides making his little girl giggle.

“Do you want to put the lid on?” Eun nods while grabbing the lid clicking the sides together and putting it in her bento bag. “Yay! All done. Now we can take a picture and send it to mommy.” He smiles and pulls out his phone, snapping a picture and sending it to you. “Okay off to school princess.” Min-ho lifts Eun off the seat and helps her put her book bag on. “Go wit by the door, daddy needs to clean up.” Eun runs off to the door, her pink little light up shoes glowing with every step she took.

‘Ping’

The One : Awww 🥰 you two look so cute. You’re getting better at doing hair. That braid is a little messy tho…

Me: We should make another one.

The One : Another what? Bento?

Me : No. Kid.

The One : My love, no.🥲

Me : Can we at least do the process?👀

The One : 👁️👄👁️

Eun-Young * kindness, mercy, charity and flower, petal, brave

© Tadashisdisaster 2020/2023 ~ Please do not copy or use any of my posted work. Anyone caught doing so will be blocked and or reported depending on the act.

[shadowbanki]

Google Doc about my OC stuff

[noxoire]

have been thinking about the girlies lately and their visual representations and associations. aklla being the girl that blends into the shadows, leaving people with the feeling of always being watched. the way she peels away from the walls and moves not soundlessly but with a haunting, stalking manner. the clink of vials like a chilling wind chime with each step. while we have soira who seems to always be in motion, a girl with a soul and heart bigger than her own body. her curls have a life of their own and leave her with an untamed appearance at all times. sun kissed and looking like a girl of the earth, she always seems ready to spring into action and seize any day. then we have signy who smells of the sea and tastes of its salt. there’s always a layer of dew on her skin from sea spray and when she passes she takes the cool air of the water with her. the hair hangs down on her shoulders, heavy and seemingly tired despite the fiery red colour. in contrast to all we have chija who is a sheet of ice, a sheet of glass. sturdy but sharp. everything about her is steely, spine always straight and eyes trained forward. there’s a wall of defensiveness written all over her face but she refuses to bend and break, almost robotic in everything she does.

[starfruitd]

Another batch of ArtFight attacks! We're now ending the 2nd week!

The characters belong to the following:

Qweewi belongs to Oni_bro on AF

Eigri belongs to @hannah--bug

Christofer belongs to Comicris on AF

Chija belongs to Averleaf on AF

Lan belongs to @nickel2sulfate

[khronoes]

until i find a better way to do this all my 3259302532 droyi coire ocs can be found here. the only three with full bios that can also be found in my main carrd are aklla, soira and chija.

[marylandaccountx3]

tialtaoly-chija

hey guys (mutuals mostly) reblog this and I'll try to spell your user with my eyes closed

for fun