Radiolaires' doodles

Another little timelapse of the desperate Moiraine. My processs generally isn't this straightforward but it was also a very spontaneous and simple piece.

A bloody Moiraine at the Eye of the World.

A little timelapse of the Lanfear illustration. Please enjoy the moment I decided to drop the line art entirely because drawing is a long defeat against what the art wants to do.

For @aoya, who resquested Lanfear + Moon, thank you very much. I am in awe of your art, so it was a pleasure to do this art trade. Your Siuan was breathtaking, as she always is.

Miss her something bad

Here is Thom merged with Noal sacrificing himself in the Ghenjei tower because that would have been a brilliant ending for this storyteller.

I regularly think about Moiraine's quote about "A tool made for a purpose is not demeaned by being used for that purpose." About Moiraine as one of the Moirai, or all three at once, for the Emond's Field 5. About forging people for great purposes, throwing them, and herself, into the fire. About the weaves of fire Moiraine uses so often. About the fact she is described as ice, when it's the fire of her hope, her belief that fate could be gamed to save the world, that kept the embers burning for 20 years.

More backlog from after the finale aired. The likeness isn't the best, but I was so heartbroken that I just needed to scribble them happy fast.

Sometimes processing your favourite character's death means doodling canon freaky furries. Meaning I revised my design for the Eelfinn, integrating the show's palette because I'm very attached to their funky chops

A small stylised Siuan because I miss her so fiercely

In my head, sometimes stilled channelers go white with shock so have a little Siuan post stilling

Expect a little of an art dump in the upcoming days because I'm so pissed with Amazon it has jolted me out my Siuan-shaped grieving hole

And that might be one of the truest, kindest depictions of grief I've seen recently.

Let me uncover the silver in your dark hair The weight of your bones I want to witness the beauty of your repair The shape you've grown