#Gopal

[thepenguisalive7]

qsmp eggs as Boboiboy characters!

left to right —> Richas (Gopal), Dapper (Fang), BBH (Papazola), Ramon (Boboiboy), Pepito (ochobot), Pomme (Yaya) and Sunny (Ying)!

[furohman]

BM3

[krishnaart]

☀ SHRI KRISHNA GOVINDA ☀

“My dear Lord, Your two lotus feet are so beautiful that they appear like two blossoming petals of the lotus flower which grows during the autumn season. Indeed, the nails of Your lotus feet emanate such a great effulgence that they immediately dissipate all the darkness in the heart of a conditioned soul”~Srimad Bhagavatam 4.24.52

[sleeping-donkey]

Quapal + Extra Gopal sketches in this late hour

[squidd325]

i got bored dis just an excuse to draw fang in diff clothing

[bboyincorrect]

Boboiboy: It's over. We won. Villain of the day: (stands up slowly behind him) Boboiboy: No. We won. I'm not turning around and looking at it. We won.

[eternal-moss]

Kokotaim & Oakuat

[vanillaxoshi]

Boboiboy genderswitch

inspired by @squidd325

Gonna do ying and yaya soon

Edit: ying and yaya

Elements

[bhagavanbhakthi]

Mother Yashoda cuddling Krishna

[arsonistpitofhell]

violet memories bits :]

[thedesirenaissance]

The Awaited Return

A piercing scream echoed through the night, slicing through the pin-drop silence of the night. Just then, a girl's limp body is dumped in an alleyway, bruised and broken, by 2 men, no, demons, dressed as humans. They laugh around, while one of them land a kick to the girl's stomach, as she breathes her last. Her last prayer to her murlidhar, Oh Kanha, when will you return? You will avenge me, right? And so, she dies, remembering her murlidhar.

A little girl, barely 5 years old, clutches her Krishna plushie, as the demon, whom she calls baba strangles her maa. She stares at her maa, with her knees curled up to her chest, fingers tightly clutching the Krishna plushie, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. Then, with a call for her giridhar , her mother breathed her last. The devil's eyes then dart to his daughter, his own flesh and blood, as he strangles his little daughter, to death. Even in death, the little girl, clutched her Krishna, as her body turned blue, just like her gopal.

In a lone classroom, a girl, no, not a girl, a student, barely 15 years old, cries, while clutching her mouth, to muffle her screams, as the devil, dressed as her guru does unspeakable horror to her. She, who only wanted to make her parents proud, herself proud. She, who only wanted to do better, now laid there, feeling dumb, feeling betrayed. What is her fault? She trusted a devil, dressed as a man. She goes home, rubs herself raw in the shower, while she cries to her kanha, How will long will you make us wait, kanha? Please return.

A woman, holds the knife in one hand, shaking tremendously, as tears drip down her eyes. Her phone buzzes continuously, but she doesn't dare open them. Who would want to see themselves being called disgusting and vile names? What was her fault, one might ask. Her fault was, she trusted a man, a friend, rather, a devil. She slices her wrist, does the unthinkable. I apologize Kanha, I apologize. I just couldn't save myself, without you in this world.

Then, the fateful night came. The night was dark, not a single star in the sky. The rain pouring, the winds blowing, it resembled that fateful day. An old, feeble woman, in her 80s thought, woh aarahe hain aaj, with a smile on her face, as she put a garland over her murlidhar's murti. The reign of terror was coming to an end. Elsewhere, a woman was crying out in pain, as the midwives urged her to push harder. The woman could only handle so much more. Still she pushed, she pushed through the pain, for her soon-to-be born child. Then, she heard it. A cry, the cry of her child, her life. She breathed a sigh of relief, as the midwife exclaimed, "Lalla huwa hain! Mithai batwao!"

The woman finally closed her eyes, let darkness overcome her. But, no, not darkness, a figure, with 4 hands, holding a lotus on one, a mace in one, a shankh in another and... the sudarshan chakra in another. Madhav, she thought, madhav paid me his darshan. Tears welled in her eyes. "Maa!" She heard it. The silhouette called her "maa". Her madhav called her "maa." Then, it clicked.

Yada yada hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharata | Abhythanamadharmasya tadatmanam srijamyaham ||

Paritranaya sadhunang vinashay cha dushkritam | Dharmasangsthapanarthay sambhabami yuge yuge ||

(Inspired by a fic I saw, if I find it again, I'll tag the creator.)

[thepenguisalive7]

Them

[furohman]

[krishnaart]

☀ SHRI KRISHNA GOVINDA ☀

“Maddened by the divine, honeylike aroma of the tulasī flowers on the garland Krishna wears, swarms of bees sing loudly for Him, and that most beautiful of all persons thankfully acknowledges and acclaims their song by taking His flute to His lips and playing it. The charming flute-song then steals away the minds of the cranes, swans and other lake-dwelling birds. Indeed they approach Krishna, close their eyes and, maintaining strict silence, worship Him by fixing their consciousness upon Him in deep meditation."~Srimad Bhagavatam 10.35.8-11

[sleeping-donkey]

These ones are from last year but, it’s better than being left unposted!

Gentar and Sopan art is from an art trade with @eundwa!

[humasahsultanimsworld]

Some Costumes from Bahu Begum TV Series + The view of Noor's white sari and the pink colored flowers on it

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