#yeine

[jameelaillustration]

I'm really rusty on realism but I've been reading NK Jemisin’s Inheritance Trilogy and I just HAD to paint Bright Itempas (the way I think Oree might)

Although he is the god of balance and symmetry,  he wears a three-eyed sun and three golden hoops in his ears to honor his two other halves

[katsitsiyo]

I’m still very much in a reading slump, but I’m slowly making my way through The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by NK Jemisin.

I just love the charas and the world aaand so I made Yeine and Nahadoth in this Picrew. 🥰🥰

[featherwurm]

My husband got me into the Inheritance Trilogy by NK Jemisin last year and I really loved it. I'm (you might figure) a visual person so here's my best shot at Nahadoth (who's ever-shifting features I did my best with), Itempas (post second book), and Yeine (who I actually tend to think of with even shorter hair... let's just assume she's due for a trim here... or something). I've seen very very little fan art of them.

[uponadaydreamer]

“We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.” ― N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

[sophygurl]

"I should kill you," I whispered. "Do you think you could?" Unbelievable, his arrogance. Magnificent. He reminded me of Itempas. "You sleep, Deka. You eat. Not all my tricks need magic." His smile grew an edge of sadness. "Do you really want to kill me?" When I didn't answer - because I didn't know - he sobered. "What do you want, Sieh?" And because I was afraid, and because Yeine had asked the same question, and because Deka really did know me too well, I answered with the truth. "N-Not to be alone anymore."

Sieh, The Kingdom of Gods, N.K. Jemisin

[shine-reblogs]

So, I know I usually don't submit my art on here (have I ever done it before?) but after longer than I care to admit I finally made myself a new bookmark. And it's The Three from Jemisin's Inheritance Trilogy!! <3 Just love them so much. Hope you enjoy doodle Tempa, Yeine and Naha ^^</p>

PS: Forgive me for the bad lighting, it changed the colours even so slightly (the scanned version looks better: http://fav.me/dczsyfv).

[theprettiestboyindarre]

I have this headcannon that Yeine’s father, only the third man to ever become Ennu, was like extremely beautiful. His mother was Ennu, and very strict. So when it came time for a successor, she made sure he was always very finely dressed, hair combed and shiny. “Men are not fit to be Ennu, or at least they will see it that way. Your beauty will do most of your work for you but, they will not respect an unkempt man. Sit up straight. Don’t do that with your face, you look bored. Women know when men aren’t paying attention, they will use it against you.” So after his physical trials to prove his ability as a warrior, his mother would swoop in with a team to polish and groom him before the public could set eyes on him.

So when she sends him to present to the Arameri court for a ball they are hosting, he departs with a full battalion of servants to dress, and up keep him. The finest carriage, furs, and jewels. And the angry, bored Arameri heir, looking for a reason to hurt her father spots a river of black, shiny hair swinging over a white fur vest as the Baron Darr is announced to the court, and she momentarily forgets she having a horrible time as the most handsome face she’s ever seen smiles at the room and waves his way in to a crowd of people not even pretending to like him.

[tanoraqui]

There was a split second of vacuum when Shahar Arameri died.

There always was, when a person died. A hair’s breadth of a moment when the soul vanished away to whatever hell or heaven was its due, and there was nothing quite like it to fill the space. If Yeine listened, she could hear them all around, like an eternal pitter-patter of rain throughout the universe. Likewise was the constant soft melody of souls being born.

This soul, though. This split second of nothingness was longer than usual, as if what was gone was something more than a mere soul, and it was going farther away. That was what caught her attention.

So she was looking when the next important thing vanished, the sun housed in Shahar’s necklace. It was a simple thing, leather and marbles, far too simple for even a fallen Arameri, but it bore the wear of time and love. 

(Yeine would have inhaled sharply, had there been the time for it. En. She had forgotten, in her grief; she had not thought to look for it. None of them had. Sieh would have been so disappointed.)

The sun whipped off with the glee of a child’s bouncing ball, across not just time and space but reality. It vanished from where Yeine could sense it before she so much as blinked. It left a plain yellow marble, as dull as any other mortal toy, and an echo of warmth to match the cooling corpse of Shahar Arameri. 

This was enough chaos, enough disorder, that she did not need to call. Even suns that were once bouncing balls did not usually move through realities. Itempas was tightly controlled, as was his nature; the shadows flickered for Nahadoth, even though none of the Three manifested physically. 

“This is the right path,” said Itempas. It was a statement of fact, with the burning of a thousand suns beneath it. He reached for her hand. “This is how it should happen.”

“So he’s alive,” said Nahadoth, and for the sake of the mortal world around them, he, too, stayed calm. Elsewhere, star systems broke free of gravity’s constraints to dance with wonder and joy. “He’s grown up, but he’s alive.” 

She, too, reached for Yeine’s hand, and spoke as exactly as the oldest parent in the universe. “We should visit. Through the gods’ realm, maybe-” He gestured vaguely, the walls between realities little more than roadblocks to the embodiment of chaos with loss beginning to heal in her heart. “We can just look. We can send the rest of the orrery.”

Yeine held them both tightly. The goddess of life and death, she understood a little more; once mortal, she knew perhaps even more than that. “We should give the three of them time to settle in, first. It would be rude to barge in before they’ve made even some planets of their own.”