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Since everyone is drawing their Bishop of Chaos and Death in a maid dress...

Here's my take-

This took me long since I'm VEEERRRYYYY BUSY 😞

(Bro I'm surprised no one has ever draw them in these- so yea-)

Inspiration

Sketches:

I decided to take a look at where the scars on my Narinder are.

Anaïs Nin, Nearer the Moon: From "A Journal of Love": The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1937-1939

Dilaw (💛)

Narinder: Napaka Delikado na pakiramdam na ito, sapagkat ito ay naiiba. Hinding hindi na ako bibitaw, ikaw Lang ang katabi, kapiling, katiyakan ko. Tanging ikaw ang nagsisilbing kulay at Tanglaw sa buhay ko, aking minamahal at tinatangi ko Maharani.

I'm too lazy to translate that but it's up to yall.... SODBIQ I CRAVE FOR MORE NARILAMB FLUFF 🗿❤️✨✨

Here is my Dandy's world fan art. And my own design for Glisten lol. Imma just upload other arts that I made while I'm busy with college stuff.

Yeah I am a casual fan of Dandys world and I play the game.... Not that much anymore.

The Star

As embers died down, and the bodies discarded a heretic's soul wafts around the grass unsure where to go afterwards, as per due it's heinous crimes, it does not deserve to ascend..

"Are you lost?" says a child, it's wool as pale as fallen snow, they extend a hand to the wayward soul, heavy in it's guilt, it heaves it's way forward to the light they emit.

"No" it whispers, the heart had stopped beating for a while "It is my penance to stay here for eternity"

"Well" they reply, shifting an armful of wheat in their small arms "I am in no position to deny you of your wish. but know that you are welcome to stay with me and mother, we're making oat cookies tonight"

"Oat....cookies?" it rasps

"Yes, despite what everyone says, it can be proven to be quite delicious"

the soul considers this, how is it welcome? many fell by it's blade, both innocent and guilty alike along with....it still remembers their cries.. it tries to forget..

The child turns around to leave knowing full well that yet another soul joins their parade, several others hover nearby, a blade of anger and hatred cutting through their bodies as if butter. that was their punishment, this was their peace. their rest.

"hi" the child greets again, In front of a corpse, beheaded by the Lamb, her sire

"are you lost?"

this one goes out to everyone else who's had their narinder take for-fuckin-ever to give them his personal quests

i deleted literally every decoration in my temple grounds and he was still just chilling

me: ffs why do you have no standards for your surroundings - oh

bonus text-free version below:

Meow meow meow? Meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow. Meow!

He is lost in the sauce.

Narinder doodles, still figuring out how to draw him.