#daedra
Clavicus Vile: “Whoops.”
Barbas: “Whoops? WHOOPS? This is not a “whoops” situation. We are far past whoops. Whoops is a distant speck in the rear view mirror. We are solidly in “oh fuck” territory, and I expect you to act like it.”
Clavicus Vile: “So maybe I am a little high maintenance. But you know what I’ve decided that you are? I am very sorry to tell you this, but you, Mephala, are flaky. Ha!”
Mephala: “That’s true, I am flaky.”
Clavicus Vile: “So, what, you’re just okay with being flaky?”
Mephala: “Yeah, totally.”
Clavicus Vile: “Well, then I’m okay with being high maintenance.”
Mephala: “That’s great! Good for you!”
Clavicus Vile:
Clavicus Vile: “I AM NOT HIGH MAINTENANCE!!!”
Mephala: “Who said you were?”
Clavicus Vile: “YOU DID!”
Mephala: “I’m flaky, I’ll say anything.”
Sanguine: “Martin, relax, go get a beer!”
Martin: “I don’t want a beer.”
Sanguine: “Who said it was for you?”
Sheogorath: “Get out of your comfort zone!”
Jyggalag: “Get out of MY comfort zone!!!”
Clavicus Vile: “There are three types of friends.”
Barbas: “I hope you’re okay!”
Nocturnal: “Stop falling down the stairs.”
Mephala: “How’d the ground taste?”
Sanguine: “Take me to art museums and make out with me.”
Sheogorath: “But they said not to touch the masterpieces~”
Sanguine: “Well somebody’s gotta pin the artwork to the wall~~”
Jyggalag (contacting knights of order): “This is Jyggalag, those idiots are fucking in the east wing again…”
latest sketches! (。+・`ω・´)
A Skaafin composer named Krezz studies music and its influence on mortals. His teeth literally cramps from simple Nirn tunes, but the little mortal creature likes it.
~Apocrypha~