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One fabulous noisy boi.
He can‘t remember the last time he got a haircut. He can‘t remember much, to be honest.
Of course he‘s the apothecary of my loud boys.
Remember Dirge?
Gave him a face. Not the nicest noisy boi out there.
My homebrew Noise Marines, The Aristocrats, got an Apothecary but Zazz is utterly useless.
A creature for the 40k daemon world that starts to form in my head. It‘s pretty, it‘s slaaneshi, and its shrieks tear into reality.
Named it a Cresc (Aka the Glam-Metal-Shriek-Kitty)
Pls pet birb kitty.
Byyy the way I‘m tight with money but I‘m trying to save for a new set of water colours! :)
If you want to help me out, like, share or consider clicking this link ;)
https://t.co/A65U0Tp6Lp
What happens if my paint drinking noise dude would finally reach his goal of becoming a daemon prince.
(He‘s still drinking paint thinner regularly)