Berelain is a character that has actually grown on me quite a bit throughout the series!

Different sisters. Part 1

Masema, my beloved <3

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Nynaeve, my beloved

Lineart under the cut bc I did all of her braids by hand and that is worth bragging about, imho

Falme from the show!

Prints/cards etc are on sale rn:

Nynaeve as Snow White based on a post from @kevin-sedai

Aren't you worried I'll betray you?

Decided to draw up some designs of my alternate Ta’veren backstories AU

Meet Mat Cauthon, your local vagrant who believes that it is bad luck to stay in one place for more than a week! Do not touch his dagger that’s his, don’t worry about the bandage over his left eye it’s totally not covering up the fact that he has Evil Rotting Disease. He will find some guy passed out in a stable with a fever and nurse him back to health but he’s not a good person guys he’s cursed he swears-

This is Perrin Aybara, don’t worry about the wolves they’re very nice he promises. Also don’t worry about the golden eyes, it’s not jaundice, he’s actually very friendly and totally not feral. He will see a girl wandering the wilderness struggling to catch food and offer to help her get to wherever she’s going. This is because he’s polite and not because she’s pretty. Though she IS pretty.

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Of all of the cultures in WoT, Tear is among my all-time favorites. I've been wanting to take my crack at how I picture their blend of Spanish and East Asian aesthetics, and Nalesean seemed a good character to try my hand at!

Each faceless Seanchan Egwene killed was represented in her mind's eye as Rinna. Egwene stood in the gap gaping in the wall of the Tower. The wind ruffled her white dress, grabbed her hair, howled in time with her anger.

She was the embodiment of the Power, drawn from the depths of the fluted rod in her hands and channeled through the group of acolytes and Accepted connected to her in the Circle, who were hiding in the next room. Egwene herself was part of the fire that raged in the Tower, painting the sky with bloody flashes and smoky the air with acrid smoke. She now felt not like a person of flesh and blood, but like a pure Power, passing judgment on those who dared to start a war in the heart of the Tower itself. Lightning bolts struck from the sky, shaking the clouds. Streams of flame flew from her hands.

pov you’re on a nice relaxing trip with your bestie traveling the world

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tiny comic about eating toast with friends

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there are all my WoT posters (book things and show things), and also a handful of things from other media like cosmere, locked tomb, or original content!