Nerevarine, Ripping A Line Of Cocaine Moon Sugar: "Hey Creeper, Here's 50 Bajillion Restore Fatigue Potions

Companions and the Batman audio:

“I’m batman..”: Deacon, X6-88

“I live in the shadows..”: Cait, Gage

“Justice?!?”: Hancock, Nick, Piper, Preston

“FOR GOTHAM!”: Maxson

“I need to go to the batcave.”: Macready

“Batman needs his supplies…”: Curie

“Slide into battle..”: Danse

i have a feeling. that if I was the sole survivor. maxon and I would be arguing over danse like a divorced couple fighting for custody of their dog.

I never post WIPS, but I wanted to show this one because I never have time to draw and I have this profile abandoned 😂

personally I am a fan of the headcanon that dunmer fire resistance = ungodly levels of spice tolerance. just eating the tamriel equivalent of like ghost peppers and shit straight faced.

conversely, irl cats cannot process capsaicin so I think it would be funny if khajiit are the biggest babies when it comes to spicy food. sniffs 1 jalapeño and makes the stinky face

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

collection of adorable people in skyrim

Another character concept I wanted to draw; an Ordinator who has contracted Corprus, and now spends the last of his sane days eradicating Sixth House cultists.

As he is no longer allowed to affiliate with the Ordinators, he has been stripped of his Indoril helmet and conceals his armour, however Local Temples will sometimes leave supplies for him at dead drops. When citizens begin to hear about him, they start to leave him prayers and offerings of beads and trinkets. He carries them with him and adorns his armour with them to remind him of his purpose. When the time comes and he feels his mind slipping too far (if he hasn't already died fighting in some Sixth House pit) he will pass through the ghost gate and never be seen again.