Um... I Dunno 🌷🌷🌷 Someone In The Blue Palace Told Her To Go Touch Some Grass And Here's The

morning after (.2 seconds before they wake up all the way and try to kill eachother)

Swampy home :)

If there ever was a poll "which Skyrim home do you prefer" I bet that sth like Breezehome or Lakeview Manor would win...

... but I personally would leave my whole life behind and move out to Windstad Manor! Swamp is such a perfect place to bring up your children.

Trying out some new finishing style... on Aryon!

I can't have too much of this paradoxical Telvanni diplomat.

Dug up an old drawing of sexy Vivec while cleaning 😃

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My favourite way to learn anatomy back then was redrawing leonardo-da-vinci-and-other-teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles sketches.

I guess I thought the God of Morrowind would look even more godly in this style :)

Aryon is underappreciated. Such a cool character.

I totally agree with that (:

Master Aryon, busy keeping "House Telvanni" a house.

An oddball, even among Telvanni: making allies rather than isolating himself and having unconventional ideas - like planting his mushroom tower inside of an Imperial castle (:

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One of my favourite characters encountered in Morrowind.

Every master Telvanni wizard has to have a doormat to push around a steward take care of their business while they do all the fun stuff the research.

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Plz give me some feedback on her facial features - I'm in two minds abt her. On the one hand I feel like she's got very Oblivion Bosmer features, on the other she might look like a wrinkled baby with a sour grimace so that no one ever would empathize with her.

I've made this illustration to give vent to my hype over @greyborn2's fanfic - about the early history of Tel Mithryn and... goblins.

Check this fragment out:

As such places generally were, the slave markets of Dagon Fel were a sad little affair. Only the Dres tried to hide the misery places like that held. With mixed success. Mostly this one wasn’t even run by distinguished traders; it was just unfortunates trying to sell themselves or a family member off for some hope of escaping this ashen rock. Quality was an assurance that could not be relied upon without knowing what to look for. It took Neloth a good hour of questioning, and shooing away hopefuls, before he even started to find some that knew the first thing about brewing tea. Even fewer seemed to have the skill… the basic decencies and decorum… he expected of a potential steward.

Isn't it the Dunmer literature in its purest form? Here's the entire work, have fun reading as I did :D

Lil mushroom enjoyer :3

Just another misty morning in Morrowind... and one of the last days in the life of a certain cliffracer :)

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Hmmm... why does my default random dunmer guy look suspiciously Neloth-y? Maybe that's because he occupies 10% of my head, of the overall 50% reserved for the Dunmer.

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I'm beginning to like the loose style of drawing environments :)