Talvas - Tumblr Posts
Talvas... having a bit of an existential crisis. And traveling through the realms of "what for?" and "why?". ____________ He so much resembles a dedicated student who tries to convince his teacher that they are something more than just an idiot. I simply love drawing him.
Talvas, breaking his busy schedule for a moment.
I've heard that he's a bit of a screamer.
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Uhhh, I hope I won't get thrown into a certain kind of jail for posting that.
"Uhhhh... I hope master Neloth won't see that." ____________ This is my older stuff. I've sketch this piece not that long before my final exams at school. Probably because of the fear of screwing up.
Does sleeping on your books bestow you with additional knowledge?
Well, if you lag behind too much everything's worth trying, I guess.
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I... I just can't make an artwork with a simple, easy-to-pull-off lighting, OK? That's beyond my mental abilities.
Schoolyear's coming, gonna be drawing a lot of Talvas crying over books. Hence this practice piece.
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The second piece: the Dunmer of the Raven Rock. I love Solstheim, gonna move there after I die.
"HOW do you imagine yourself surviving as a House Telvanni Wizard???!!! You don't even know THE BASICS!!!!"
(Talvas, in his head: "Yes, yes. I'm not gonna survive at all.")
"Drip! Drip!" - the teardrops on the paper.
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I've promised you Talvas crying over books... and here he is :)
Yes, I vent through drawing Talvas, move along.
Click the heart if he deserves a hug. No heart - he's left unhugged 🥺
A little attention-starved mer 🥺
I have a theory that Talvas must have had really strict parents that would give him love on the condition he performed well.
Growing in such a family he became demanding towards himself in the later life. Only someone who never knew a warm place in the childhood would consider that living in Tel Mithryn is "not bad".
2h of Medieval Talvascore to Study/Relax to
I've made this illustration to give vent to my hype over @greyborn2's fanfic - about the early history of Tel Mithryn and... goblins.
Check this fragment out:
As such places generally were, the slave markets of Dagon Fel were a sad little affair. Only the Dres tried to hide the misery places like that held. With mixed success. Mostly this one wasn’t even run by distinguished traders; it was just unfortunates trying to sell themselves or a family member off for some hope of escaping this ashen rock. Quality was an assurance that could not be relied upon without knowing what to look for. It took Neloth a good hour of questioning, and shooing away hopefuls, before he even started to find some that knew the first thing about brewing tea. Even fewer seemed to have the skill… the basic decencies and decorum… he expected of a potential steward.
Isn't it the Dunmer literature in its purest form? Here's the entire work, have fun reading as I did :D