#namo's chibis

[namonaki-arts]

my beloved little guys

[daily-smol-silm]

Do you still take requests?

I saw your wonderful cute messy-haired Námo and thought: could you draw (for me and I think @edennill would appreciate it too) smol Námo and smol Manwë happily talking about Big Secret Things (whispering to other's ear like kids do).

Them having the vibe of when you have two elementary school kids preparing a birthday party for another but it's A Secret.

If this is too detailed of a request, feel free to ignore it, You are doing great work anyway and I love your art! (And I know detailed requests aren't everyone's thing)

Thank you!

Day #115 - Secrets

Is this the vibe? It's a very cute vibe.

[violecov]

Manwe goes to Hooters thinking is a nice birb restaurant, and has the worst time of his life.

Based on this post by @cilil So much funny ideas XDD

[raointean]

Funniest responses* to the "What does "Blorbo" mean?" question

(In reference to my silmarillion fandom linguistics project, the results of which you can find in my "survey says" tag)

*not necessarily the full response, some are just fragments from longer responses. Also, I'm not filtering by "correct" or "incorrect" responses

Special Little Guy (gender neutral)

Lmao. That's like, my special little guy. He takes up my brain space. I'm rotating him.

you know how lilo from lilo and stitch has that doll she made, complete with backstory? basically like that

one's blorbo is a character one cares a lot about. it kind of has like... condescending or woobifying connotations? like expressing that Maedhros is your blorbo is sort of uh... one imagines like, a chibi Maedhros. cute, not scary. but it doesn't necessarily imply the speaker has distorted perception of the character in general, just a sort of fondness

The character a person wants to use as a doll/stuffed animal

A character who the author loves too much (and knows it)

"OMG Blorbo was in the new trailer for 5 seconds!" is a common statement

which often provokes... strange thoughts at 11pm.

Beloved character who you think about entirely too much and also enjoy putting in Situations

It implies some degress of being pathetic as well.

No relation to Blorbo Baggins.

The character you put under a microscope, put through the cheese grater, put into the salad spinner, and squeeze like a plushie.

A beloved character whom you want to both stick in a microwave and protect with all you have

character one fangirls* over (*gender neutral)

Just a little guy, whom I am deeply enamored of and just want to squish on the head and see what happens.

Favourive character, often pathetic, someone to pity as much as love

obsessed. baby. Will run my mouth off about them

the word "favorite" wasn't enough to encapsulate "the exact kind of character made specifically for me in the lab" either. my friendgroup started calling those types of characters "callouts" because they were calling you out by existing Exactly To Your Tastes

(not necessarily in a way that condones their actions, but deeply beloved nonetheless)

The "cinnamon roll" kind. Idk I love Namo but I'd never call him a blorbo, it just wouldn't feel right.

??

dear?

My personal favourite character, whom I want to adopt even if he's a dark lord

A particularly beloved (or beloathed-in-a-positive-way) character.

Generally seem to be problematic favs.

I think it was originally meant to be somewhat mocking, but it was wholeheartedly adopted and is now used unironically.

A favored character that usually is subjected to great amounts of trauma and or fluff.

A favourite character, usually male

The obsession character

Feanor/character you are unreasonably attached to esp. if they are a Bad Person TM

The character who is most special and beloved to you (and often that means you're gonna put them through The Horrors)

a character that makes you chew on the bars of your enclosure

Special little character from my shows(tm)

usually having an aura of kicked wet puppy (brimby)

You'd build a shrine to them

Idk, ask the children 😹. Er. Hot character you like? I'm sure people have very complex definitions explaining why they like the hot character but I don't take fandom that seriously.

Your guy (gender neutral), not a comfort character, but perhaps a character you would like to see experience the worst situations possible (affectionate)

occasionally blorbo from my floor (my cat)

Just a widdle pathetic guy 🥺😈

A favourite character, thuogh usually one you squash like a stress ball or squeaky toy rather than put gently on a shelf

Ungoliant

Guy (gender neutral) who I hold in my hand like a neat rock and look at

character whom i will put in a glass and shake

character you are putting in the metaphorical salad spinner

A favourite character, often a war criminal treated like they did nothing wrong, they are a little kitty

(character you're particularly attached to and usually put in physically and/or mentally torturous situations for fun)

A character you’ve imprinted on and like seeing in misery. They’re your wet cat you enjoy pouring water on but also toweling off

Your favorite character, to whom no harm may come (except in the service of angst)

my guy. my friend my buddy. the person

Literally your favourite ever character, but not like you want to f*ck them, more like "how much can i let them suffer?"

Your favouritest character from media that you like to put in all kinds of situations, but is not morally problematic.

favourite character you want to bully

a fictional character that you like to an obsessive amount, typically more than other favourite characters; your specialist little guy; someone you are unwell about; you don’t always have to like your blorbo per day but they must take up constant thought space

[daily-smol-silm]

Namo! He’s been chibi-fied!!

Namo

[homura507]

One of my friend said that Feanturi and Nienna in my doodle seem like chinese dragon beard candy.

Sooo....

↓↓↓Real chinese dragon beard candy↓↓↓

Taste good, really.

[thelien-art]

[stephenfairbrook]

10 - Sultana Nanamo Ul Namo

[mythriteshah]

What Could Have Been

Tresses of ebon black.  Eyes of emerald and aquamarine.  A face, aloof like his, but calm and sporting flawless features.  Twirling in garments of deep violet, and adorned in earrings of only the purest Agate, she gazed into her mirror, and beheld her transformation.  Though the lehenga she had received in the past was of considerably high quality and befitting for a queen of her stature, this robe was made for her.  A garment as rich and as powerful as the heritage she so proudly upholds from her seat of power in the Deep Sagolii.

From afar, he beheld her.  Thiji Higuri, the rising fashion mogul, witnessing the fruits of his latest project take form.  Her already grand majesty had become even grander as she donned his newest creation.  This was the Gemini Gown known as Death’s Coronation, straight from the Lucavi Assembly, and the first of such to wear and own it was none other than his old friend and former rival, Chichibi Chibi, Grand Magus of the Order of Mhach, and Merchant Queen of the Deep Sagolii.  The shining star of Thanalan, whose beauty rivals even that of Sultana Nanamo ul Namo. Brushing aside a few stray locks of her hair, she caught Thiji staring intently at her reflection, and met his gaze from the mirror.  She watched him in anxious silence, wondering what the Mythrite Sultan would say… “This robe was meant for you, Your Grace,” complimented Thiji.  “How honored I am to bear witness to your evolution after so many winters…” “Evolution…?” the Merchant Queen asked with a graceful turn of her heel.  “Into what, my old friend?” “… Into a goddess,” he replied after a short pause.  “I’ve been graced by the presence of my fair share of Lalafellin maidens in my time, but none can begin to compare to you, Queen Chichibi.  You are the quintessence of Lalafellin beauty, and when your subjects next lay their eyes on you they will know that Mhach lives and breathes through you; they will know that you are their goddess, and they will kneel before you in supplication… and those who refuse to bask in your beauty will regret it in the afterlife.” His words made her grin.  She was perhaps pleased by his monologue, and even more so by having the honor to be the first among eleven others to don clothing from his latest project.  She simply gave a curt bow of her head in response before turning back around to inspect herself in the mirror. “And you are certain payment is unneeded?” she asked. “For you, Your Grace, it is not,” he answered.  “Helping bring my dream to fruition is payment enough.” “Truly, My Sultan,” Chichibi started, “Eorzea would be lost in his drabness and dreariness without your fashion acumen.” “Indeed…” the Mythrite Sultan said softly, turning around as if to leave.  After a long moment of silence, another voice was made apparent… “My Sultan?  Are you well?” Its tone was feather-soft, almost like a whisper, and all too familiar to him.  The Mythrite Sultan opened his eyes and found himself in the basement of his Aldenard Branch Headquarters, the main center for the distribution of the Regalia’s wares.  From the corner of his eye he saw the Viera known as Isja, his Angel and official model of the Regalia.  She sat on the edge of one of the heart-shaped beds in which his Angels retire with legs crossed.  He turned over to her and nodded.

“Yes.  I was… simply reminiscing,” Thiji said. “Ever and always does your mind seem to wander, my lord,” Isja commented.  “This must only attest to the source of your genius.  But I feel… this is different.  You seem to exhibit feelings of… longing.” “Queen Chichibi,” he immediately stated.  “I was thinking of her, and… what could have been.”  The Veena tilted her head in confusion, clueless as to what he meant.  “I’m not sure how much you know of her from your past interactions with her emissary, but she rules the deepest reaches of the Sagolii Desert as Queen, spanning as far as Cape Deadwind.  She and her line have brought the numerous tribes under her banner and now hold a place of power within the ocean of sand.  A magnificent master of the Black, and a Mhachi prodigy akin to our great Shatotto…”

Isja pondered.  The amount of emotion he poured into praising her only spoke of how highly he held the Merchant Queen.  But what did he mean by “what could have been”?  Seeking more clues, she pressed the subject forward.

“She sounds very beautiful, and the dress you chose for her to model do her great justice,” spoke the Viera.  “Perhaps… and if I may be so bold… she could be your Sul-?” Isja caught herself when she saw her master’s eyes shut.  She knew just as much as her fellow Angels that such a subject was highly sensitive for the Mythrite Sultan.  After a moment of silence, she bowed her head in apology.  Thiji, however, paced toward the center of the room, his gaze fixed on the rotating diamond chandeliers which dotted the ceiling.

“Isja…” he sighed, “We went from rivals, to friends, to business associates, to confidants.  All this and so much more she has become to me.  And when I gazed upon one of Mhach’s proudest and greatest descendants in the Regalia’s finest garb, I surrendered myself to my mind… visions of what could have been if fate took different paths…”

Isja straightened her posture, giving Thiji her full, undivided attention.  “The Knight I could have been.  The Sorceress I could have served; the love that would have bloomed; the heirs we would have sired; the imbeciles we could have crushed; the ideal world we would mold together.  All of this did I see, wishing it were thus… Such beauty and refinement this piteous realm would never hope to see… A dream that would not come to pass.” She was moved by his lamentations so that she wanted to speak, but she knew he had more to say, and for her lord, Isja would gladly lend him her ears.  “I can do all I can to hide my emotions, yet the empty space beside me speaks softly, yet voluminously.  My brother after me was the fortunate one, yet I am consigned to witness every sunset in solitude, looking over my shoulder, wishing to share the moment with the Sultana for whom I dared dream…”

His gaze lowered, he turned now towards the large fountain to his left, watching the waters fall into the pool which bore the holy symbol of Llymlaen, the Navigator.  “I said to her that when she would next meet her subjects – when they would see their jewel shine once more in the Sagolii Deep, they will gaze in awe at the cold yet welcoming shadow, and kneel before her majesty – whether through their own will, or through hers.  Those who would yet defy her would find the shadow of Mhach as their last sight before they would join the hundreds of broken bodies on the battlefield, scattered before the wake of her calm yet fierce beauty.  I pray she did not look back towards the lonely sultan whose heart is as ice.  The Spinner has other fates in store for us, as is Her wont.”

Now she knew what he meant.  If he and Chichibi were together, they would be one of, if not, the greatest power couple in all of Eorzea and beyond.  With their power and wealth combined they would bring even the Syndicate low.  Isja would shed but a single tear for her lord before rising to her feet. “What if she did look back, My Sultan?” Isja questioned as she placed a hand to her heart.  “What if… she wanted you to speak your heart to her?  Why consign yourself to such a fate?”

“She is Mhach, and Mhach lives and breathes in her,” he replied.  “She must shine in the skies of Thanalan alone.  'Power in Beauty' is more than just a motto, Miss Isja.  'Tis a way of life that my family has embraced for many generations.  My father knew this.  My mother knew this.  My brother and Lady Umimi know this.  And I - as the new head of the Higuri Dynasty - must uphold it.  I cannot truly be sad so long as I know my dream lives in those who embrace high fashion.  Especially you, who has so quickly adapted to and embraced the refinement and grace our empire brings - coupled by your own unique traits as a Viera.” "Thank you, My Sultan, for your praise," Isja said with a slight bow of her head.  "But I speak for everyone when I say that I feel none in this realm is more deserving of a Sultana than yourself.  When I heard of the Regalia and of the man behind it all, I found purpose in my life, and it would be serving under you and my fellow Angels.  But after hearing your tale I cannot help but feel even more resolved to carry out your wishes.  For you, and for the Sultana I adamantly believe you will find someday, I will do all I can to show this realm true Power in Beauty.  You have my word."

Thiji bowed his head in gratitude.  Isja then turned and slowly made her way out, shutting the sliding partition behind her.  Now by himself, he went into his private chambers where he gazed upon an ornately framed portrait on the wall, showing him and Queen Chichibi in their regal splendor.  As he focused on the picture, the words slowly echoed in his mind:

"Walk with Halone..." The Mythrite Sultan shuts his eyes, thinking back to all the grand memories they had shared.  Perhaps more will be made should they meet again, as unlikely as that may seem given both are retired adventurers.  But hope has always been prevalent in the hearts and minds of the sons and daughters of man.

"Always," he quietly said to the portrait, as if the visage of the Desert Queen spoke to him directly.  "Another and another may take your place... but none will ever replace you." For now, it was time to rest, and time to plan.  The realm still needed some more enlightenment. (This short story is dedicated to the in-game character Chichibi Chibi.  Thanks for all the awesome and fun times we've had over the years, and the bonds we had formed along the way.  We have withstood the test of time not just in FFXIV, but in other games as well.  I pray that we keep bumping into each other - whether we expect it or not - and that our future adventures take us to new heights.  Eternal glory to you and your efforts!)

A Love that Could have Been - commissioned by https://artistsnclients.com/people/Charmedwheat

[namonaki-arts]

Many chibi gifts!!

OC credits (in order): Polaris - @crimson-chains Fabiano - @kaizuart Ochre - @dafox19 Ricky - @byronicbi Cactapus - @kairahara

[daily-smol-silm]

Day #112 - Future Bean.

Sorry not sorry, smol’d your Doomsman.

[namonaki-arts]

Comes out of my hiatus just to celebrate Sans and Komaeda on their wedding day, nothing else matters to me right now !!! Thank you @sexymanotd for making the dream come true

(i did make these into stickers for the occasion, available in my pinned post if you want 😂)

[namonaki-arts]

Bungou birthday bunnies for @strink-family! 🐰🐰

[namonaki-arts]

A chibi for @kaizuart‘s pretty OC, Vassago!!

[homura507]

Feanturi, Nienna and Olorin……

But in 10 cm.

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（ So how many legs do 4 ainur have？）

（——6. Olorin the moth has 6 and the three valar have none.）

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