we NEED to bring back xra somehow, i dont have a plan because majority of xra related stuff is shitposts instead of detected posts about the show so if anyone can do something about the death of our dearest fandom they should 🤧🤧
This is very important. I want to make a cardboard cutout of him but I dont wanna use that one image where hes beat up in the face. Pls and thx
you're welcome / my apologies
I don’t have work and I’m bored and I have nothing to do in my house so
Guhh
“I think we’re gonna have to kill this guy, Pinkie Pie.” “Okie-dokie.”
Currently working on a bunch of snakehand stuff because I genuinely just free balled the inside of his mouth because snake mouths are confusing
Self: Halo? Halo?
Xavier: Halo?
Self: Tko je ovo? (Who's this?)
Xavier: Tko je ovo? (Who's this?)
Self: Ja postavljam pitanja. Ja sam te zvao.
(I set the questions. I called you.)
Xavier: Ne, ja sam tebe zvao. I ti zvučiš kao najružniji kurvin sin za kojeg sam ikad čuo.
(No, I called you. And you sound like the ugliest whore's-son I've ever heard about.)
Self: Ti zvučiš kao fizikalna manifestacija 'nutrašnjih demona nekog gubitnika.
(You sound like the physical manifestation of the internal demons of some loser.)
Xavier: Pa, ti zvučiš kao nesposobnost suočavanja se sa stvarnošću prošlih radnji nekog mamlaza.
(Well, you sound like the inability to face the reality of the past actions of some dimwit.)
Self: Ako ikad nađem tvoj smrdljiv obraz u mom vidiku, kunem se Čehovu, spucat ću te sa sata.
(If I ever see your stinky cheek in my view, I swear to Chekov, I'll shoot you off the clock.)
Xavier: A, ja ću biti veći muškarac i prvi preklopiti—
(Well, I'll be the bigger man and hang up first—)
K vragu! (To the devil!) [To hell!]
Slušaj, mi ne prihvaćamo nakaze u ovim krajevima. Mrš, čudače!
(Listen, we don't accept freaks in these parts.)
Self: O, da? Ja ne poli-hvaćam klišê obrambene mehanizme, niti svoje. Razgranaj se.
(Oh, yeah? I don't poli-ccept cliché defensive mechanisms, not even my own. Branch off.)
Xavier: Čini se da već jesam. Ti si tužna izmišljotina moje tragične dividende od iščašćene psihe. Ti si ne-ja. Ja sam pravi ja. Ti želiš biti ja?
(It seems I already have. You're a sad figment of my tragic dividends from my dislocated psyche. You're not-me. I am the real me. You want to be me?)
Self: Ja sam bio pravi ja dok si ti i dalje bio u mojim kratkim hlačama.
(I was the real me while you were still in my short pants.)
Xavier: Nerado ti ovo govorim, ali ja sam ih prvi nosio. Ja sam ti zavještao psihopatološku rabljenu robu.
(I tell you this reluctantly, but I wore them first. I bequeathed you psychopathological used clothes.)
Self: Dakle, ti si taj koji ih je zamrljao.
(So, you're the one who stained them.)
Xavier: 'Ko je našao je kestenjao.
(Who found em, chestnutted them.)
[The verb 'kestenjati', from the word for chestnut 'kesten', plays on the brown color of chestnuts, but it also sounds like 'kenjati', or to poop.]
Self: Volio bi biti ja, ne bi li, ja? Ali pre kasno je. Spavao si, gubavao si.
(You'd love to be me, wouldn't you, me? But it's too late. You snoze, you loze.)
[Spavati=to sleep, gubiti=to lose.]
Xavier: Spitio si, cvilio si.
(You sleeped, you weeped.)
[Spit=to sleep, cviliti=to cry, whine]
Self: Ti sanar, dobiješ šamar.
(You dreamer, receive a slap.)
[Sanar=daydreamer, dreamer. Sanjar would be the standardized form, but some dialects drop the "j". Šamar=a slap in the face.]
Xavier: Drijemavac, krastavac.
(Napper, cucumber.)
[Drijemati=To sleep, to slumber. Therefore, a Drijemavac is someone who slumbers.]
Self: Nadoknadi san, iz glave mi prognan!
(Catch up on sleep, exiled from my head!)
Xavier: Drijemavac, mmm—
ravac! Ne želim pričati više.
(Napper, aa.... ant! I don't want to talk any more.)
[Mravac=ant. It has nothing to do with the conversation, and it fits how Xavier tries to desperately think of something that rhymes only to blurt out "Hamburger!"]
Self: Slušaj, ova psiha nije dovoljno velika za dva metafizička tragača.
(Listen, this psyche isn't big enough for two metaphysical trackers/seekers.)
Xavier: Ti se ne možeš istragati iz kartonske vrećice.
(You can't track your way out of a cardboard bag.)
Self: Da, znam, jer bi to bilo jaje.
(Yes, I know, because that would be an egg.)
Xavier: Uuuh! Ovaj lik je možda bolji od mene.
(Ugh! This guy may be better than me.)
Self: Upravu si. Ja jesam bolji od mene.
(You are right. I am better than me.)
Xavier: Slušaj, kompa, znaj kada si poražen. Priznaj svoju posrast.
(Listen, compadre, know when you are defeated. Admit your shitting.)
[Posrast refers to the word 'propast', meaning demise/downfall, but mixed with the word "srat", which means to shit. Hoo boy, I sure managed to fit in a lot of shit jokes, huh?]
Self: Ne, hvala. Pun sam, jer jedem pičke kao ti za doručak.
(No, thanks. I'm full, because I eat cunts like you for breakfast.)
Xavier: Pogledaj sebe. Izgledaš toliko površan, ti vjerojatno sudiš stvari po fizikalnom izgledu.
(Look at yourself. You look so shallow, you probably judge things for their physical appearance.)
Self: O, da? Tvoja mama je toliko površna, ona vjerojatno misli da je ova dosjetka o njoj.
(Oh, yeah? Your mom is so shallow, she probably thinks this pun is about her.)
Xavier: Ti si onoliko dubok koliko je zdjela juhe, a tvoj jezik je oštar koliko je jušna žlica.
(You're as deep as a bowl of soup, and your tounge is as sharp as a soup spoon.)
Self: Oj, kaži što hoćeš o meni, ali mani se juhe.
(Oi, say what you want about me, but lay off the soup.)
Xavier: Ako voliš juhu toliko puno, zašto se ne oženiš za juhu?
(If you love soup so much, why don't you get married to soup?)
Self: Jer sam već oženjen — s pravdom.
(Because I'm already married— with justice.)
Xavier: Da, samo bi se slijepa cura oženila za tebe.
(Yeah, only a blind girl would get married to you.)
Self: Ja odavno znam sve što ćeš—
(I already know everything you're going to—)
Xavier: reći. I ja odavno znam sve što ćeš—
(Say. And I already know everything you're going to—)
Self: Nemoj. (Don't.)
Xavier: O, da? Pa, kad je Bog dodjeljivao uvid, mislio si da je rekao— Da, kad je Bog dodjeljivao proročke svetine, mislio si da je rekao "slavinačke masnine," zato što tvoja duša ima proljev usne slavine.
(Oh, yeah? Well, when God was handing out insights, you thought he said— That when God was handing out prophetic sacredness, you thought he said "faucet oils", because your soul has diarrhea of the mouth faucet.)
[This one doesn't really have a fun translation I could think of, I just switched up the words a little so they rhymed better.]
Self: Zar si toliko glup da odgovaraš na retorička pitanja? (Are you really so stupid that you answer rhetorical questions?)
Xavier: Ne znam. Odgovaraš li?
(I don't know. Are you answering?)
Self: Možemo igrati ovu igru svu noć.
(We can play this game all night.)
Xavier: Kao prvo, dan je, i ovo nije nikakva igra.
(First off, it's day, and this isn't any game.)
Self: Šahmat.
(Checkmate.)
Xavier: Oh! Znači priznaješ da me pro-Mat-raš i da me želiš Šeh-viti.
(Oh! So you admit you're checking me out, and that you want to fuck me.)
[Promatrati=To observe. Emphasis is put on the 'mat' part, as in mate. Ševiti means to fuck, but a 'h' was added to sound more like "Šah", or check.]
Self: Uuh! Imaš li dozvolu za prodavanje hot-dogova, chico?
(Uhh! Do you have a license for selling hot dogs, chico?)
[Didn't translate 'chico', it gets the point across and sounds good.]
Xavier: Ne. Ne bi mi ju dali jer kad sam ispunjavao obrazac, moj kurac je stršio.
(No. They wouldn't give it to me because, when I was filling out the form, by cock was sticking/poking/jutting out.)
Self: Doista? Daj da vidim je li stršio ili svršio.
(Really? Let me see if it jutted or finished.)
[Word play, stršio=jutted, svršio=finished, came. I abandoned the penii/penises joke because Croatian forces most foreign (including latin) words to fit its grammar, so it wouldn't make sense.]
Xavier: Vidi s očima, ne s ustima.
(See with your eyes, not with your mouth.)
Self: Prokazujem tvoj blef. Vidjet ću tvoj penis s tvojim ustima, i dižem ulog.
(I call your bluff. I'll see your penis with your mouth, and I raise.)
Xavier: Isplaćujem ulog. (I call.)
[Not sure if Croatian has a direct equivalent of 'Ante up' because I don't play poker.]
Self: A! Sranje! [Oh! Shit!]
Xavier: Što nije u redu? [What's wrong?]
Self: Usrao sam sve, ali snažan sam. Mogu sisnuti zube.
(I ruined everything, but I'm strong. I can grit my teeth.)
[Usrati can mean both to ruin, dirty, or shit something. "Stisnuti zube" means to grit your teeth, but I removed the first 't' so it sounds more like "sisati", which means to suck.]
Xavier: U redu, na tri, pokazujemo što je ispod pregače. Drvak uzima sve.
(All right, on three, we will show what's under the apron. Winner takes all.)
[Prvak=winner/nunber one. The 'p' was replaced with a 'd' so it sounds more like the word for wood, "drvo", replacing the original winner/wiener joke with a reference to how erections would be described as woody.]
Both: je'n, dva, tri! (One, two, three!)
Self: Čini se da postoji samo jedno rješenje. (Seems like only one solution exists.)
Both: Šakašuri puhboj. [Puhboj from the words "dvoboj", meaning duel, and "puhati", meaning to blow.]
Self: Pretpostavljam da si upoznat s pravilima Svetog Ljudevita? (I assume you are accquainted with the rules of Saint Louis?)
Xavier: U redu. Pušiti ćemo do smrti. (All right. We'll blow to the death.) [Pušiti=To blow. Sexual innuendo, yadda yadda.]
Self: Ok. Dame prve. (Okay. Ladies first.)
Xavier: U redu! Ja pušim prvi. (Fine! I blow first.)
He’s so ugly I’m dead 😭
Used posca markers cause I love that brand
Yo! Anyone out there looking to trade or sell an Xavier Renegade Angel DVD? I feel dumb typing out such a question, but what doth life if you don't even try?
Anyway, I've got some super rare DVDs and Blus I'd be willing to part with for one of those fabled DVDs. Lemme know if you're interested!
(Already hit the Adult Swim subreddit but I wanted to drop this here too!)
The first comment is XRA related lol
New shirt that I haven’t worn yet because I wanna style it somehow. Anyway, this post is important because I’m using it as a message.
I have two accounts. However, my other account, my friend is also logged into and he can use it. For whatever reason I cannot use my app Reddit. I have to sign in on the Internet browser and then it works just fine after that. I don’t know why I can’t use my app, I don’t know how long it will last. So I gave moderation permissions to my other account temporarily. And I will remove them once it goes back to normal. (it fixes every so often but if I don’t touch the app for like hours, it’ll start doing it again so I’m gonna see if keeping the app open will do anything.) (however even though my app is bugging out, I still get notifications about reports and stuff like that so don’t even try nothing. 💀)
Anyway, shirt is from TikTok. $14 later.
Last one‘s from like earlier this year
This is a VRM model of Xavier Renegade Angel that my bromigo rigged specifically for VR use. Thought I'd share it with the community!
All credit for the rig goes to Druad.
Direct download: https://files.catbox.moe/883t11.vrm