Molotovkhaos - The Magister

One dog, two cats, and the Murderous Brickhouse

I'm gonna add more characters to this eventually, but here's the main gang all lined up. Now I can finally take in just how freakishly tall Faenil is. I think they regularly bump their head on ceiling lamps. I did some edits to the khajiit designs too, J'zargo is a suthay-raht khajiit now because I thought the boys looked too similar to each other before. Kharjo remains a cathay but is pretty tall for one. And then I wanted to include Meeko the big silly doggie.

Sorry if the hamburger and bald eagle measuring units are off, I'm trying my best...

Why Neloth is so rude in TES III: Morrowind

I have played Morrowind for hundreds of hours. My favourite great house has always been Telvanni. I have done the Mouths' chores dozens of times.

YET I ONLY NOW FOUND OUT THAT THERE'S A REASON NELOTH IS SO TESTY:

Neloth's Mouth, Arara Uvulas, says:

"Perhaps these will put Master Neloth in a better mood. He is old, you see, and has trouble moving about. I use the soap along with some roobrush and bonemeal to make an ointment for his joints."

A potion made with Roobrush, Bonemeal, and Sload Soap, has three effects:

Restore Agility,

Fortify Agility,

AND DRAIN PERSONALITY

Thus, while ointing his jointing(s), Neloth becomes bitter, mean, and soothes his lil achy knees.

I love this game.

i get so happy when people that are new to fanfic writing, or just writing in general, post their work on ao3. despite their doubts, despite their fear of something so personal and vulnerable being perceived, they still press that button, and i turn into the equivalent to a proud mom cheering on the sidelines. like yes! you did that! your work is worth seeing! you deserve to share your passion for and be part of a community! i’m so proud of you!

I feel like politicians' insults about each other have really gone down hill. These days it's all "moron" and "loser", so childish. Think what you will of Paul Keating, but he gave us such gems as "he's a shiver waiting for a spine", "debating him is like being flogged with warm lettuce", "he's like a lizard on a rock: alive but looking dead", "he's all tip and no iceberg".

Where's the creativity these days?!

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.