#mhoro

[coldshrugs]

oc kiss week 2024 compilation

thanks for letting me (and io) borrow your special guys, friends!! this was so much fun to make and i really enjoyed playing around with new dynamics and concepts like this!

blog tags and oc names below the cut:

@thevikingwoman - meryta khatin (she/her)

@greyyourwarden - liori reionnen (they/them)

@lavampira - d'alia liveq (she/her)

@syrcus - quoye mhoros (they/them)

@galadae - calantha lenn (she/her)

@scionshtola - corisande ymir (she/they)

@lilas - avi'li sostomi (he/him)

@hythlodaes - emile jenidaut (he/him)

[pandamothium]

Take me to a different view Change it All I ever wanna do is Stay here ————————————— A gift for my dear friend @chase-gatsby of our OCs Romilda (mine/left) and Mhoya (chase/right) 💕❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💕 Song lyrics: Underdressed by Verite

[utagori]

中世（ブドウ、帽子、フクロウ）ショナ語

Medieval (grapes, hat, owl)

Medieval (mazambiringa, ngowani, zizi)

mhoro

[magicricket]

A couple more of my ffxiv catboys :’ ) 1) I’rhys Tia. Using the echo he works as a freelancer/delivery person finding people/objects, he basically functions like a clairvoyant / empath. Also, he has rbf. He is a grumpy boy, don’t touch him. 2) Moren’ra Mhoro. He is an artist who wants to draw all the weird creatures he can find and gets a bit in over his head when he decided to start dabbling in black magic and summoning to sate his curiosity.

[eternalparquet]

Buon giorno mondo... #BuonGiorno #BonJour #GoodMorning #BuenosDias #BomDiaJambo #Gutenmorgen #DzienDobry #DobroJutro #Foguni #MwaShibukeni #NakaSoubasi #Inibara #Kiambote #Mbóte #Lumela #Mhoro #Hujambo #Nangadef #Ekúàárò #Sawubona #SbehelHir #JóReggelt #SawuBona #Molweni #Anisokoma #Habariza #Asubuhi #Günaydın #Ekuowuro #Ohayogozaimasu (presso Eternal Parquet)

[lifesamarize]

Shona Wörterbuch

Kurzer Einblick unserer gelernten Shona Wörter 😊

Hallo - Mhoro

Guten Morgen - Makadi

Guten Mittag - Masikati

Guten Abend - Maneru

Danke - Maitjebasa

Wie geht’s dir? - Mamukasei?

Gut, wie hast du geschlafen - Tamuka kanamamukao

Ein Bier - Doda doro

Hab einen schönen Tag - Iva nezuva rakanaka

Wie war dein Tag? - Masuerasei

Mir geht’s gut (am morgen) - Damukaa

Uns geht’s gut (am morgen) - Tamukaa

[princeyfinnegan]

The God and the Philosopher

In the endless desert, the philosopher stood before a tall palm tree. If his calculations were correct, this was the right place to enact the ritual. A sandstorm howled in the distance, as gusts of wind flew across the sands. The philosopher laid his book of knowledge on the ground next to him and began to speak the words that had been whispered to him all those years ago.

“I seek the keeper of all things seen.” He stopped moving for a moment. Nothing had happened. He was confused, yet he could not give up now. He spoke the words again, louder and more articulated this time. And still, nothing happened. So he drew a large breath, and shouted the words as loud as he could, as if he was speaking directly to the gods themselves.

The storm stopped abruptly, and the sand settled to the ground. The sky cleared, and the sun began beating down on the philosopher. The palm tree in front of him creaked and groaned, twisting and turning this way and that, as if controlled by the wind. But there was no wind. Instead, there was silence.

And then the palm tree began to split in half. The bottom of the tree let out a loud cracking sound, causing the philosopher to cover his ears. The split moved up the tree at a slow yet steady pace. Once it had almost reached the top, the splitting ended and the two halves of the tree shot apart from each other, opening like a doorway through which a terribly bright light shone. The philosopher, however, was too intrigued by this new doorway to cover his eyes.

Suddenly, a shadow formed at the gateway and a figure stepped out. This was a being larger than a human, but humanoid in shape. However, there were things about it that struck the philosopher as inhuman. Its skin was a dark turquoise, its eyes were white and covered a strangely large portion of its face, and it had six arms, in each of which was a different book made up of a different material. But the philosopher was paying attention not to that, but to the fact that he had finally done it. He had summoned a god.

“Mhoro, dear mortal,” the god said. It spoke not through its mouth, as it did not have one, nor a nose, but somehow inside of the philosopher’s head.

“M-Mhoro,” the philosopher spoke, stunned at the visage of this deity, “Who… might you be?”

The god laughed. The philosopher would have laughed too, if he wasn’t so confused.

“Mortal, you have no manners in the face of a power as old as I. But, I assure you, you are not the only one. I am Anaishe, deity of sight. And who are you?”

“I am… nothing but a philosopher.”

“Nothing but, but that title is not nothing, dear mortal. So, why have you brought me here?” Anaishe requested.

“Well… for research purposes, I presume. I must tell my family of this!”

“Ah, yes, you do seem to get excited about that. But… is there not something you want me here for? After all, this was your life’s work.”

“How… did you know that?”

“Dear philosopher, I am the god of sight. I see you’ve been building up to this for some time.”

“Ah, yes. Well, there is one thing. I have so many questions, of course, of a deity such as yourself-”

“Say no more. I understand. However, as I am a god, I am quite busy. I begin to lose my power after too long out of the Afterlife. So, I will grant you this opportunity, however briefly. Ask me any three questions, and I will give you the answer, truest I can provide.”

“Oh! Al-Alright then.”

“Whenever you’re ready, dear philosopher.”

“Well…” he took a long time to think before he spoke his first question, “What is the Afterlife?”

“Ah, a good question. The afterlife is separated into pieces by the gods that control it, and only one is seen by those who have died. You move on, of course, it’s not just silence for all eternity, but it’s truly dependent on the way you want to move on. From there, the Afterlife is split into three levels; that of the gods like myself, that of the sojourners, and that of the bound. The gods do their work from the top level, placing souls where they need to be. Those souls are most likely the sojourners, those who chose to leave the Afterlife and move on anew. Whether by reincarnation, by moving into nonexistence, by becoming a distant star, or by other means, my compatriots and I are happy to put it into motion. And then there are the bound, those who choose to remain in the Afterlife and make their own societies of the bound souls. The bottom level of the Afterlife is made up of glorious cities, monuments, and palaces made by the bound, and we give them the choice to go out into the world once again when they want, which is why you may see ghosts but still choose to come back as a butterfly if you wish. And, as we may not have all knowing of this Afterlife, your memories if you return to the world are erased. That is the way of the world.”

“What an intricate system!”

“I assure you, it is, dear philosopher. You may ask me your next question.”

“Alright… What are sins?”

“Ah, of course. Sins are nothing but a common misconception. Literature has been made about them for years, yet they hold nothing. Live your lives as you will, the Afterlife and the gods take all in their time. You may live a life of perfect tranquility and still have your time. You may slaughter villages and still have your time, but the other gods and I may judge you as we may, and deliberate on how this will affect your sojourning. Bringing others to their time is the only reason for our deliberation.”

“That is good, I plan not to bring… bring others to their time.”

“Good, but know that if you lie I will see through you.”

The philosopher paused for a few moments of quiet deliberation. The sand still stayed where it once was in the storm, as if all had frozen and all of this was occurring in just one second.

“I have my final question now,” the philosopher said.

“Good. Speak it, dear philosopher.”

“Why?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why? That is my final question, and all that it holds is inside.”

“I see. All who have come before you to ask me questions have not asked me one as deep and challenging as this one, but I will say all that is within my grasp. Before the universe, before life, came the gods. We were created from nothing but the sheer will to exist in a plane of reality. And, as we are made of nothing else, we cannot die. We cannot live. We cannot do many things that a species as advanced as you could. Of course, the universe did not spring up from nothing as we did. After millenia, we found ourselves lacking purpose. We found this empty plane boring. So we crafted a single speck of life by mixing our practices from those thousands of years ago. And that tiny hope blossomed into a new universe. The stars, the planets, and all life around them are from that single piece of energy. But we made a pact with each other: to never leave this universe, and to respect it and its inhabitants. And so that is where we have stayed.”

“But-”

“Yes, I know, dear philosopher. You have many more questions for me. But I am afraid my time is nearly out. May our paths cross again, dear philosopher. In this life or the next.”

And in that very instant, Anaishe turned swiftly and stepped back behind the lit gateway. There were only a few mere moments before the tree began to put itself together, as if its splitting had just been reversed. It reformed, and the light from its strange doorway extinguished. The philosopher, stunned, revisited the encounter in his mind. He understood the answers to these questions in a way that he never would have expected to. He walked away from the tree to return to his family and tell them of this.

But suddenly, he recognized something happening. His memories of this momentous event had begun to disintegrate inside of his mind, and he knew why. No mortal could remember the Afterlife, or all would be spoiled for the others. He turned back to face the tree as the sandstorm picked back up and began to throw sand all around as it had. In his last moments of remembering, he picked back up his book of wisdom and deeply breathed in, unprepared for whatever would come next.

And so, in the endless desert, the philosopher stood before a tall palm tree.

[mycanopydreams]

Mhoro!! It's day 20. Happy Friday!! Man computers are so awesome but the are very picky lol. Gotta start paying more attention to the simulations before I starting cutting lolol. What do all you wonderful people think? Take care and be GREAT!! https://www.instagram.com/p/CFAKNARjBNn/?igshid=18zeglrorpzqd

[elbarodriguesalmeida]

Igreja Cristã Maranata - 3ª Grande Proclamação - Trombetas e festas - 14...

Mhoro! Nguva dzafamba uye zvakatonyanya uye zvakanyanya tiri kupupurira nyika nezviitiko zvenyika zvemamiriro ezvinhu akanganisa vanhu. Tizivisei, muChiedza cheShoko raMwari, izvo mazwi ake anotiudza. Kukakavara, hondo, kusimudzira, kupika, kutsvaira, kushata kwemhuri, ndizvo zviratidzo zvemuporofita YESU JESU! Muri vaenzi vedu vakakosha! Zivai kuti KUTENDA Ishe kunoshamisa uye kunoda kusvitsa hupenyu hwedu! Shanyira webhusaiti yedu yechurch http://igrejacristamaranata.org.br

[peppepascia-blog]

#BuonGiorno – #BonJour – #GoodMorning – #BuenosDias – בקר טוב – Bom Dia, Jambo – صباح الخير – Guten morgen – Dzien Dobry – Dobro Jutro – Foguni – Mwa Shibukeni – Naka Soubasi – I ni bara – Idib’a bwam – Kiambote – Mbóte – Lumela – Mhoro – Hujambo – Nanga def – E kú àárò – Sawubona – Sbeh el Hir – Jó Reggelt – SawuBona – Molweni – Anisokoma – こんにちは – Habari za Asubuhi – Доброе утро всем – Günaydın – καλημέρα σε όλους – Eku owuro – Ohayo gozaimasu – subax wanaagsan – Miredita – ⵜⵉⴼⴰⵡⵉⵏ – Tifawin – እንደምን አደራችሁ ? – ከመይ ሓዲርኩም ? – Manahoana – Ina kwana – بەیانیت باش – Sawadee – Hyvää huomenta – Diam waali – Ụtụtụ ọma – Egun on – Tere hommikut (presso Syracuse, Italy)

[travelafricastory]

#TravelAfricaStory ________________________ On the site - www.travelafricastory.com Learn a language Shona is a Bantu language spoken mainly in Zimbabwe. If you’re visiting the country and you’re skeptical about communicating and moving around here are a few phrases to help you along the way. _____________________ Welcome - Mauya Hello - Mhoro or Mhoroi How are you? Wakadini zvako? Or Makadini zvenyu? #Language #Shona #culture #Tribe #Zimbabwe #people

[uxhumano]

Installation text

(This text is made up of the word hello in various languages which I stayed looking for myself and then put them all into one paragraph.)

hallo   përshëndetje   salam   kaixo   zdravo   hola   hello   bonghjornu   ahoj   hej   saluton   tere   kumusta   hei   bonjour   ola   alo   nyob zoo   helló   halló   nnọọ   halo   dia dhuit    ciao   slav   salve   sveiki   salama   cайн уу   bonġu   moni   cześć   olá   buna   talofa   halò   mhoro   hodi   hallå   cалом   merhaba   salom   chào bạn   helo   hoi   mholweni   pẹlẹ o   sawubona   namaste   dobrý den   guten tag