I drew these yesterday on Twitch, part of my Ko-fi stretch goal was met so I did a free raffle stream & I do still need some help so if I hit the next stretch goal I'll be doing another free raffle stream ^.=.^

My Ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/heyupyoursjr

These were drawn for Draconix & XaanStonegazer

I also have separate pictures of these over on Discord https://discord.gg/KyYkgWVEFt

Let's make Xaan a new friend!!

OMARI AU HEADCANNONS???

I’m not sure if you mean for my specific AU or an OMARI AU in general, and so I’m going to go with assuming it’s for my GUILTI AU since the regular OMARI AU doesn’t appeal to me.

This got kind of long so this is going under a read more!

In GUILTI, Sunny kills himself on the night of the recital due to pressure from Mari and his parents to be perfect and being unable to cope properly.

Sunny had been dealing with depression for years but didn't have the words to explain what he was going through, so no one seemingly understood that he was suffering.

Mari blames herself for Sunny's death, both because she was at home and should have realized and been able to save him, as well as that she believed her own pressure on him was a huge factor.

Her devastation and guilt led to her to stop going to school and stay at home, for fear of having to face her friends after the funeral.

Mari was never as imaginative as Sunny was, but the hard depression that hit her following his death led her to sleep most of the day which is what originally founded her White Space--she had little imaginative abilities and so could only dream in this white, lonely space.

Eventually she began to dream in memories, remembering good times with her friends when they were younger, and Sunny when he was still alive. This created Headspace, though it was not nearly as wild and fun as Sunny's is in the original OMORI.

I don't know squat about Japanese, but upon looking for definitions of what 'Hiki' on its own can mean, I found that one kanji for "Hiki" translates to mean Sadness and Grief, and another translates to mean Joy. I cannot verify that as I do not speak Japanese, but if that's true, then Hiki holds a greater meaning for Mari's alternate name than simply completing the Hikikomori word between the main game and the AU.

Whereas in OMORI you spend the game gathering letters to complete the hangman game to unlock Black Space, in GUILTI, Mari is collecting music notes to complete the sheet music for her recital that she never got to go to with Sunny.

Instead of trying to keep her there, her friends in Headspace want her to be happy and feel better in the real world.

Headspace Sunny is a bit of a twisted version of Sunny in Mari's head--he becomes the happy child that she likes to remember and thought he was, but she ultimately will need to confront the real version of him, who rarely smiled and was depressed and struggling.

Mari's weapon of choice in Headspace is Sunny's bow because she the memory of her brother and the recital they never went to causes her mental anguish, which can also be dealt to enemies.

That being said, there's not much fighting in Mari's headspace. She doesn't have much anger to work out (except towards herself) and instead the enemies she fights are amalgamations of her intrusive thoughts and guilt.

In Headspace and White Space, Mari is cursed to wear the same outfit she wore for the recital, when she found Sunny.

In the real world, Mari stays shut away in her house and doesn't take good care of herself. Her appearance is no longer shining and clean like she was before her trauma.

Additionally, Basil was with Mari when they found Sunny. Sunny had tried to send Basil home, but Basil didn't want to go home and instead just wandered around the neighborhood to let Sunny cool down after his fight with Mari. He returned close to the recital time to get a ride, and that's when Sunny was found.

Basil is really traumatized from seeing his dead best friend and dealt with it in his own bad ways but I've been babbling for so long that that will have to be another post.

TL;DR...GUILTI AU is really sad but it also explores some some really good psychology and is the story that I thought OMORI was when I first got it.

been feeling so nostalgic for the fandom lately so hi I hope everyone is doing well <3

UK 1985

Man if you successfully introduce a piece of media to me you BETTER be prepared for the possibility of me being really fucking insane about it. I am physically incapable of not going feral when I like something. I either have no opinion on something or I make it my entire personality for at least 2 weeks. There is no in between.

First of all, I love your Namor fics, all of them are perfect ❣️

I hope you would never stop writing about him ✨

Second point, I have this idea running through my mind, they're already parents but I wanted to know how Namor reacts at the pregnancy anounce. I can imagine reader really nervous to tell him and asking Namora for advice, and she was like "Just tell him my Queen. -Kukulcan, I'm pregnant-" and then he appears and Namora blushes because she screw up the surprise 🤣

This life’s sweeter than fiction (Namor x f!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader)

Pairing: Namor x F!reader, Namora x Platonic!reader

Word count: 500 words

Summary: Namora was the first one you told you were pregnant. She was the first one to tell your husband. (BY ACCIDENT, OKEY?)

Warning: Nothing!

A/N: Still in love with Namora, sue me

You were currently munching on some pieces of fruit as you watch Namora pace in front of you, her hands on her face as she once again tried to coarce you to tell Namor, your husband, that you were pregnant at the moment. You tried your hardest to not smile or laugh, her impatience on trying to come up with a well enough and fool-proof plan was the challenge.

“Bey u ch'a'abil.” Easy as that. Namora finished, putting her hands on her hips. She watched you unamused as you put another piece of fruit on your mouth. “In reina, k'a'abet a ya'al.” My queen, you must tell him.

“Kin wa'alik ti...Ba'ale' ma' bejla'e', xaan sáamal.” I’ll tell him, but not now, maybe tomorrow. You cheekily smiled, putting another piece of fruit on your mouth. “Ku ts'o'okole', ts'o'ok yaax yaantal estresando u yéetel uláak' ba'alo'ob, u ts'o'ok ba'ax taak in meentik estresar tu láayli' asab.” Besides, he's been stressing with other things, the last thing I want to do is stress him even more.

Namora groaned, closing her eyes. “Chéen dile, K’uk’ulkan táan in embarazada.” Just tell him, I’m pregnant.

Your eyes widnened when you saw him just behind her, watching you curiosly. “Namora…” You tried to shooshed her but she wasn’t paying attention.

“U séen máan Jayp'éel semanas, k'a'abet a ya'al.” It’s been now a few weeks, you must tell him.

“Namora…” You tried again, Namor now finally standing behind her, crossing his arms and raising his brow in amusement. “Namora, mak a chi'.” Shut up

“Buka'aj asab séeba'an u a'alik, ma'alob yaan utia'al tuláakal le u láak'obo'.” The faster you tell him, the better it is for everyone else.

You sighed, placing your hands on your face, grunting behind them, Namora watched you with confusion. You dropped them on your lap before placing a streinght smile on your face. “Sorpresa.” You pouted.

“Ba'ax?” Namora questioned you.

Namor cleared his throat behind her and Namora slowly turned around, not meeting his eyes. “Cha' k.” Leave us. She didn’t hesitated and bolted out quickly, diving into the water. “Something you want to tell me?”

You shrugged, focusing on the plate of fruit on your lap. “Utsil fruta?” Good fruit?

“In yakunaj, English.” He stood in between your legs, taking away your plate of fruit. “Try again.”

You groaned. “You look more handsome today?”

“Uh-uh. Again.” He kneeled, taking your hands and kissing them. “Something Namora was saying.”

“Ah.” You smiled cheekily. “You have beautiful butt.”

Namor smiled, shaking his head. “I know that. Try again.”

“You are not going to let me get away with it?”  He pulled back and stared at your eyes. You sighed. “Namora already spoil the surprise, I don’t see why should I tell you again.” You pouted.

“Try again.” He repeated.

“Fine.” You groaned again. “I am pregnant. Happy?”

He kissed you deeply. “Yes, even though I would had prefer if you told me days ago.”

You stared at him. “You knew?!”

I wrote something, it's not done, but I feel pretty good about this snippet

I'm trying to focus more on show and don't tell so... tell me how that goes pls <3

The set internal atmosphere of the Wo.Con.S. Heron reminds Rhea of Xaan-Ber when the vibrant grasses dried to stiff brown husks and Hadeena bore down, hot and unforgiving, onto the land below. She passes a few crew gathered together in the hall, mingling before take off. Cheeks pink and foreheads glistening, they pull at their uniform collars and fan themselves with their hands.

They pause to salute her as she passes, fluid, slumping bodies snapping taut as steel. One, a girl, curly redhead with more freckles than skin, looks ready to pass out.

She will have to get Ursa to recalibrate the ship’s temperature regulation. Perhaps sooner than later. Rhea tugs at the suddenly constricting collar of her uniform. Heat moves like fingers through her fur, pressing into her skin and drawing out sweat before the ship’s even left the dock. 

“Commander Youngstar,” One acknowledges. Rhea observes his young faced appearance, baby-fat cheeks and wide eyes that scoop up the stars and planets and holds them tight. Rhea returns the salute with a nod and continues onward. 

Quiet whispers and giggles break out among the group as Rhea turns a corner and crosses a corridor with considerably less traffic.

There is a sudden quiet to the air, even though the rest of the ship bustles back and forth behind her. The overhead lights glare down, reflecting off the newly polished floor. The shimmer ricochets from every surface turning the hallway into the hollowed out isoid shell she found when she was seven. Wet with pond water, the crystalline surface refracted Hadeena’s heated gaze in all directions.

Fractured by the light, Commander Youngstar peers back at her, from the floor, from the walls, from the ceiling with a stern expression. From every angle, sky blue eyes and dusky blossom fur stands, wrapped in her black uniform, square-shouldered and stiff.

Rhea continues towards the elevator stationed at the end of the hall. The doors open automatically and her stride does not slow as she steps aboard and turns to face the hall. “Haron,” Rhea addresses the voice automated system. “Bridge.” 

When the door closes she finally sees herself in the chrome interior. It is also at this moment that she takes notice of an unruly lock of mane which managed to avoid its trim. Sticking up like a zagging lightning bolt, it almost resembles a radio’s bent antenna from Earth’s twentieth century.

“Dammit.” She breathes as she peers at herself. Using the rippling reflection of the elevator’s interior Rhea approximates the lock’s location on her head. When she feels the ghost of coarse fiber against her hand she grumbles, brows knitting together. Rhea runs her hand over her head, the lock flattens then pops back up. Frowning, Rhea runs her fingers through her mane. This time the straggler is hidden.

At least for now.

Her tail flicking, Rhea wrings her hands. 

Then they smooth over her uniform. She looks at the white twine of which she had patched her uniform up. It's bumpy and uneven as she runs her palm over it again and again. Rhea bites her lips and picks at the string, the rough pads of her fingers causing the twine to fray. “No.” She mutters and lets her hands drop to her sides. 

Suddenly, in the reflection, the patchwork looks like the scars she hides on her back and torso.

Rhea pulls on her collar again, attempting to fight the fabric as it tightens around her jugular.

Ta Da~

starring: That One Casino Outfit, Dramatic Extravert, Xo Xaan's robe

i Do Not know anatomy on the level I would like to but it was fun practice

oh yeah, the empty sheet

and this was inspired by @kay1mii rebloging this meme and their art in general

forget weed edibles that don't leave you full: check out our all-new xaan chala masala made with our patented garbenzo beans

Art given away today on stream! thanks everyone for coming i had a blast <33

For Vixtrium, Pithesnep, the_rat_pope, and xaan!

I did a raffle stream on Twitch for part of my Ko-fi goal to help out with my medical bills & I do still need some help so if I hit the next stretch goal I'll be doing another free raffle stream ^.=.^

My Ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/heyupyoursjr

These were drawn for XaanStonegazer, Thehemikoway & Pometheus

I also have separate pictures of these over on Discord https://discord.gg/KyYkgWVEFt

Meet Xaan, the completely normal cat!

Being at a con makes me want to get back into art soooooo bad

somali forenames BUT including "a"

Aadoobe Aahlaal Aashe Abbaan Aboow Absane Absiriye Abtid Afaa Afaal Afadawel Alane Alle Amal Araal Araatale Arane Arreyd Arshiye Ashin Asle Astoow Awaa Awaale Awaaso Awac Awad Awarkhan Aweloosax Awiil Awil Axle Aybdo Aydiye Aygande Ayow Ayte Ayteey Ayteyte Baalin Baalle Baan Baaran Baasoblaa Baayte Bacare Baddooda Badiid Badiltis Badsagab Badsane Bahab Bahin Balado Balayala Banaadan Baras Bare Baro Barsinle Baruumowe Baso Baxabad Baxle Beynahiye Bicarways Biidal Biigala Bilas Billayte Bisoblas Caad Caan Caane Caar Caardire Caas Caayaas Cabado Cabey Cadan Caddo Cajmadoon Cala Calaahdo Cale Callan Calle Caluub Canbad Care Carsafaa Casi Casle Caso Cawaan Cawaane Cawado Cawarl Cawarwac Cawayabo Cawaygaas Cawe Caweljiro Cawllised Cawsane Cayaasub Cayale Cayd Caydalan Caydi Caye Caygaan Caygare Cayo Cayreye Cays Chabbe Chane Cigad Cigiraale Ciglaado Colan Cosamad Culas Daad Daale Dale Dane Daraaxle Dare Darni Deeggan Dhaanyow Dhabe Dhaberac Dhabsiid Dhadeey Dhalaarra Dhale Dhalle Dhiidane Dhirbar Dhodan Diftimiya Digaagan Digane Diidan Diral Dubadoon Dubbaxoow Dugaad Dugafia Eraarood Erira Faagooge Faamac Faane Fane Fictirada Filabbad Fiyaal Foowhawe Furmays Gaabshaya Gaad Gaadsadi Gaajuusmo Gaal Gaalan Gaaloodo Gaan Gaanle Gaare Gaaso Gaban Gabbo Gabe Gabilax Gacawo Gado Gafaan Galesiye Galibac Galliilo Galo Gamesiye Gane Garreys Garsaad Geeran Goodane Goorraa Goosabooy Guharo Gurxad Habee Haddi Hadoor Hadsamawe Hakhaalad Halle Hamele Hawaab Hawl Hawra Haynahe Hibane Hodanjo Hodawaan Hoddiya Hufaalane Idane Idhawad Idmaare Idmad Ifaarsh Igaale Iglabeec Illaane Irbisan Iriya Jaahibis Jaan Jaare Jaarshe Jabastub Jabro Jaxaraxo Jaxayd Jayreya Jiraban Kaal Kaale Kaan Kaande Kaane Kaarad Kaifooso Kalo Kare Karni Karo Khab Khariya Kiibarl Koodaman Kooyabe Kullan Kulxaal Laad Lisraboon Maadle Maan Maaritin Maartiran Maaways Macteye Madeg Mado Magoos Magsax Mahabbo Mahi Makarwo Malasiise Male Mane Maraane Mare Markhaan Maroob Mashire Matad Matalinle Matosoon Matus Maybeyle Miladiid Misraane Mudale Naagsire Naale Naar Nabax Nabo Nabsan Nadoon Nage Nagsafia Nahad Nahidane Nahlan Najaxo Najmad Najmahe Najuun Nakaaxad Namane Name Narbar Narmow Nase Nashid Naso Nurtardo Obla Odale Odaro Odarsafia Odoodal Qaafle Qabaaruux Qabarira Qabin Qabshible Qalan Qalane Qalle Qalo Qanbicte Qande Qane Qaraago Qaroon Qarro Qaybeye Qayow Qays Qorlaaqo Qorlane Raalaane Raale Raalimow Raar Saadoole Saal Saan Saayteri Sadan Safic Sahabar Sahadoon Salan Salliya Salliye Sama Samaalbe Samaan Samago Samale Same Sameshin Sandees Sane Sanle Saxaad Saxnahac Saxsan Shad Shal Shane Sharmado Shodanjo Shodmale Subaane Subbarre Sugaame Sugbac Sugsad Suutimad Taabbo Taal Tabere Tadsane Talan Tarshiri Tawaal Tawke Tooddan Tubasobe Tukaa Turaayd Ugalaqlan Ugamaa Ugane Ugarooge Ugban Waad Waadoon Waafle Waale Waame Waaq Waashe Waaxaan Wacni Waddicte Wara Warax Warke Warmaan Warto Waygan Wayreye Ways Xaadhan Xaan Xaanado Xaanamays Xaane Xaarle Xaarni Xaashire Xaasiile Xabaal Xaban Xabe Xabro Xabyo Xaddo Xala Xalad Xale Xalow Xane Xare Xarle Xaroon Xarshodo Xayo Xays Xilaqale Yaad Yaaled Yaan Yaane Yaar Yaastus Yaawe Yabahi Yabande Yabeydale Yurxaa

some doods o(-<