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@yansurnummu / yansurnummu.tumblr.com

Late 20s | Queer | he/him | I do art and write sometimes. I love ESO & Ithelia

oh shit I guess we're doing pinned posts now

hi I'm Rory/Yans and I don't know what video games are

I mostly post about Elder Scrolls with a focus on ESO but sometimes throw in other stuff for flavour. This usually includes Critical Role, Baldur's Gate, Destiny, cool art I like, and probably others once in a while. I occasionally post nsfw art & fic that will be tagged #yans after dark.

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Blessings of WIP Wednesday Upon Ye, Kind Sera

We're skipping ahead in Dear Brother again, because what I've been working on in Ch08 needs a biiiit more tinkering until I feel like it's shareable. So instead I'm sharing the full section from the last line game we played several weeks ago.

This could fall somewhere around Ch14 or so, and Zath looks like this due to having his terrible no-good very bad day. His vampirism is in full swing, he's very much out of a job, and he spends his days in hiding as the resident mid-tier vampire_enemy_NPC in Fanacas. He's suffered his vocal cord injury by now, but hasn't learned how to sign yet.

WIP Wednesday

it's getting to be that time of year again where I'm probably going to be pivoting my focus to more irl house things. goals for this year are:

fun!: building a greenhouse :)

less fun, but necessary: building a more suitable workshop & materials storage (not that I don't love my plastic folding table in the driveway, and having to get up on the world's jankiest ladder to store lumber in the hottest, sketchiest attic, but yknow... I have the technology to make some improvements LOL)

but apart from that, I have started on a tes gala piece!

as soon as I saw the theme my brain went "90s high fashion whimsigoth" so that's how we got here. I've always associated asha with mephala and donobhan with namira so I thought doing something with them and incorporating those motifs would be fun :) also here's some inspiration pics for asha's look:

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tagged by @labskeever, @sulphuricgrin and @moriche - thank you!

This time, I have another snippet from the next Martinhok chapter. It's a scene I've been struggling with for ages; Arri with her sudden mood shifts and reactions is insanely difficult to write. I hope it's somewhat enjoyable to read, still!

I'm tagging @pinessydr, @lilarus, @illumiera, @elavoria, @yansurnummu, @graveofcalaxes and @bostoniangirl21 - as always, no pressure! And also I'm tagging everyone who might want to share something! (Let me know if you want me to add you to my list - currently I don't tag people whose posts I've already seen, but that's an easy fix. I also might start preparing the WIPs in advance since I'm always super late on this - being European and starting work at 7am will do that to you.)

Lost in thought as he was, he nearly noticed it too late – the subtle shift in Arri’s stance, the only warning before she launched herself forward as if to strike Jauffre. By the time he realized what she was about to do, he could do nothing but stumble after her and reach out in an attempt to hold her back, just to prevent the worst. It was a good thing that he did, too, because Jauffre stared at the chaos surrounding them, hands shaking and eyes casting about wildly, as if there were answers to be found in the items strewn across the room. He would never have reacted in time to defend himself or step out of the way, not that Martin could really blame him, or Arri for losing her temper. He felt her trembling as his arms went around her waist to hold her back from attacking Jauffre, felt how tense she was. She’d been hanging on by a thread for days, and even Jauffre would have to admit that she was right – he should have let her keep the Amulet, or at the very least found a better hiding spot for it. But then, how could Jauffre have known to anticipate this? How had the cultists even found out about the Amulet’s location? Had Arri been tracked when she first made her way to the priory, as she had certainly done when she’d delivered the damn thing? Assuming she’d been as worried about being followed as she’d been on their way here, she wouldn’t have allowed that to happen. Or had it been someone else who’d given them away, perhaps another Blade coming to get new orders? Not that it mattered now. The Amulet was gone. And that fact alone scared him – if the Mythic Dawn had seen a necessity to get their hand on the Amulet, they had to know there was still someone left who could relight the Dragonfires. They knew, somehow, that he had not died in Kvatch as they had intended. Arri had very likely come to the same conclusion, cursing and struggling against his hold, and he had to keep his arms locked around her waist to have a chance of keeping her in place. And he understood – if it had been him in her place, he would have been furious. To risk one’s life to save another, to single-handedly make everything fall into place, and then have it all be in vain due to the carelessness of another … No, he believed her anger to be well justified. Still, he didn’t want her stabbing the Grandmaster. If she had such a thing as a conscience – and she did, he was almost certain of that by now – she certainly had no need of a murder weighing on it. “Don’t,” he muttered, low enough so that only Arri would hear, even as she attempted to dislodge his arms. “I understand, I truly do. But save your strength. Think of your injury. This won’t do you any good.” He was well aware he was making use of her apparent unwillingness to hurt him just to get away, and he also understood that she would be livid with him later, once the impulse to simply cut Jauffre down receded. But until then, he had to keep holding on to her. She was still a fighter while Martin was nothing of the sort; it should have been child’s play for her to free herself. And yet, there she was, struggling in a way they both knew would not get her out of his hold. Perhaps she truly didn’t have that much strength left, or she was merely doing it because the pain and frustration and despair needed to go somewhere, and Martin could at least be there. “I know! I know, but you don’t get it,” she seethed, her fingers now digging into his arms instead of her own palms, and the sound she made following those words sounded terrifyingly close to a wail. “He’s doomed you, just let me go, it’s his fault!”

Does this qualify as their first hug? I don't know. Martin won't tell me.

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TES WIP WEDNESDAY

If you want to get on or off Ms. Moriche’s Wild Ride, please tag me or DM me and I’ll make a note and add or remove you!

And also tagged are YOU! YES! YOU!

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I got some more work done on Veryn's outfits - this time it's the Telvanni Armour / Dust Adept look to travel the Ashlands, featuring a Dreugh Skull. I also did some writing, which you can see below the cut! Can't believe it's almost a year since I last updated my fic, but I've had a hard time getting words on paper. Real Life and Miniche get in the way, and I've arrived at a series of chapters that are going to be this Big Centerpoint of the fic - and I want to really do them well. (and I ran into someone bookmarking my fic, only to see multiple occasions of really similar sentences to mine in their work, which was kinda demotivating too ;.;). But. Hopefully. We're back, baby.

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Hello! I just came back from a beautiful trip so I couldnt respond to the latest tags. Thanks @yansurnummu for your kind support ; this time I have a whole BLOCK of writings to share. I hope it makes justice in english to my version... I'll be tagging @captain-of-silvenar @anne-wild @yansurnummu @lokorum for the next turn. <3 <3 let's get into it (hope you'll like, it's LONG)

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So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

Saying "I'm not going to draw this thing because I don't know how to draw this thing" is really shooting yourself in the foot, because you've now cut yourself off from an opportunity to grow.

I had a friend in college who was an absolutely amazing artist. I loved seeing his work! One time I said something to the effect of "I could never do that."

He told me something that, as an artist, I resonate with. He said art isn't about natural talent; it's a learned skill. When you tell an artist their level of skill is impossible for you to reach, you're assuming their level of skill is a natural gifting they have, and it discredits the hundreds to thousands of hours of hard work they've put into getting where they are today, and you're cutting yourself off from trying to reach that point yourself.

I don't remember where I heard this but I wish I could, because it stuck with me:

Talent is THE RATE at which you learn things, not whether or not you can learn certain skills at all.

And that suddenly clicked for me. I have been very talented with a lot of things in my life and once I realized that I had basically been getting XP multipliers on my normal life experiences, it suddenly felt so much less awful to realize that I did not have the same advantage with other skills I struggle with, and that's okay. I might even have some debuffs on those, and that's okay. It's still all gaining as long as I keep working on it!!

This also holds true for writing: the best way to never be good at writing something is to never write it.

I see people say that they don't write fight scenes, for example, because they're bad at writing them, but the reality is that the way you get good is to write them.

And maybe you write one badly, but then you look at it and figure out what makes it bad. And then you write another one, and it's a little better, or it's bad in a different way, and you repeat the cycle until a lot of "a little better"s get you to "good".

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