Artemis, We Have To Cook

Some sketches for your bones, very firm bones I'm sure

Doodled saint jiub, he's been on my mind recently

I found this file on my computer that was apparently created a year ago and i just wanted to share it with you all

I have no recollection of writing this

Time for Flame

I was able to put together a red mage outfit to wear on my quest for fireball, I think it looks silly and thats what makes me love it

I swap my appearance pretty often but I've got three that I always return to. The only one with lore is this green guy, I've taken to calling him Grotto. He runs a plantation on a boiling planet and likes to cook. I like to imagine that he's short with his words, but not impolite. It's also funny to me that all the bases I consider to be his are on the worst of planets. You're wondering through an acid storm, life support getting low with no hope in sight. When you round a hill and suddenly find yourself face to face with this homely little house. Somehow unphased by the hostility surrounding it. Grotto opens the door and invites you in without saying much, only guiding you towards the dining table and serving you a bowl of delicious vegetable stew.

Pretty

Balmora🌄

Fears gone, I fucking love her

I think I love her but I'm trying to keep it low-key, you know what I'm saying?

I've got no one. It didn't hurt before, why now?

Elder scrolls truly has the best fanfiction, image unrelated